Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

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Coastwell region, northern end of Badalnois.

Located on a plain overlooking the pulsating White Peak Tianshan Briquel Peak, the city of Carrigal is surrounded by harsher winters than any other region.

The relatively close proximity of the sea makes it windy and snowy. But that wind was the kind of trouble for people, especially the land that relentlessly blows White Peak Tenzan "Briquel Peak" from the south.\ 39082; "Motorcycle" was known for freezing everything.

If you want to go around, the silver armor is covered in white thin ice, and there are so many small ice pillars hanging from your shoulders. Incidentally, the helmet should be the size assumed to be fitted with earrings (earmuffs).

It was the second year since Omzolf took the lead in paying special allowances to soldiers working here in the winter.

If you were a regular soldier born in Carrigal, Bodon Case, you would have had to call it the priests. I had nothing to do with the central faction struggle because I worked in the region, but I thought I could belong to the "Omzoruffians".

The cold seems to be some punishment, so even the Grievor doesn't live very much, and as mentioned above, there is little snow. For Bodon, who has lived here for twenty years and is accustomed to it, the environment is fairly easy to work in.

... but a suspicious report came in a few days ago.

"A giant vendetta is wandering through the nearby forest."

I know Bodon and the residents of the city.

Due to the extreme cold, animals and venomous devil bait do not grow. There's no way they're gonna show up, like a giant individual.

Climbing a rarely used monument, Bodon turns his binoculars to a forest that spreads out of the city in suspicion of earlier reports.

Then there were the extraterrestrial monsters that had only been seen in the "Complementary Book of Grievances" - illustrations.

For example, it's a goat possessed by a demon. A vicious and extreme look that you want to express. A creature about four miles long covered in thick black and gray fur. The blue glowing eyes and the flock of teeth coming out of the lower jaw make me wonder whether it is impossible to coexist with humans.

Amfivtella, a Griever belonging to Category A. And there are three of them.

It's different from looking at it in a book illustration.

Prior to that enormous majesty, Bodon pulled himself out. I understood at a glance. I felt instinct.

Gathering all of the City's troops is probably not a good match. If you don't respond correctly, Carrigal will... disappear from the map in the city where he was born and raised.

It's an unprecedented situation.

There are only two things Carrigal soldiers like Bodon can do.

Request rescue in the middle and pray that the monsters do not enter the city.

There is nothing to attack or defend. There are no measures or shit. Believe in the city's exterior walls and defenses and wait for help. I hope that its existence, also known as the Disaster Class, will not destroy us in a real disaster.

However, I hear that Mertina Snow, the country's highest military force, is dazzling. How many strong men in Badalnois can fight such a vengeful demon?

How many days do you spend sleepless nights like this?

"Reever, this is Svorne from Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela." Come in. "

The Saviors have come.

As he jumps to the ripple of communication technology that arrives in the barracks, the elite leader and the famous man say with an utterly uncontrolled voice.

From now on, we will move on to the subject's conquest. I'll send you the first report as soon as it's done. In the meantime, you must prepare a carriage of calamide standards. "

--Two hours later.

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Bodon and his team, who pulled the carriage to the designated place, were stunned by the cold.

The remains of monsters lying on thin snow amidst trees that have dropped loose leaves. Knights of white armor standing beside them. The number is ten. The man from among them - Svoorn, the leader of the army, comes to us and flies a glimpse.

It's too late.

"I'm sorry, too. Carrigal has just arrived in Bodon, the following fourteen people....."

The Grievers, who were so terrifying, turned everything into an irresistible lump of meat and threw the giant body onto the snow.

What stands out is the large wind hole that runs from the body's chest to the buttocks. A circle-shaped trail, as if a cannon shell had penetrated. No thick meat or bones like rocks.

(Hmm... this is...)

I've heard rumors. Brionek.

Immortal attack technique by Svornshire Groswitz. God's ice spear that shoots through everything. I'm sure it was because of the blow.

"... hah"

You will be blamed again for being stunned.

"Oh, is anyone hurt?"

"Do you think he's here?

"No, no. I'm so sorry...."

Speaking with caring intentions only ends with drawing the cold gaze of a commander known for his difficult personality. You shouldn't waste any sesame seeds, and you should do your job as soon as possible.

"Gu... oh, it's heavy"

As the rushers leave, they load Amfivtella's body into the carriage.

Nevertheless, since it is not very lifting in size and weight, it is pushed and rolled by all the stationed personnel. The gradient caused by the scratched iron plate pulled onto the carrier, and pushing up this huge body from there was extremely difficult. I may not be able to stand up tomorrow.

"Alright, two more..."

It's too valuable a research material to be the body of a Grievor belonging to Rank A. In addition, since the reason for appearance in the area is unknown, the survey was considered necessary.

I mean, we don't have a choice to leave the body here. That's why the bodons were called.

"Gu... damn, I can't go up...!

"Nuu...! Oh, it's too heavy!

On the slope of the iron plate passed to the carrier, the monster's giant body couldn't get up and grabbed it. Seeing that the work would be difficult to navigate, Svorne slapped his tongue without hiding it.

"I don't care if it's a little rough, put your strength to the bottom of your belly. Amfivtella is a tough, well-known vendetta. Even if it's a corpse, it's not that easy to destroy."

Indeed, the body of a monster is unusually stiff, except for freezing due to postmortem stiffness and cold. It's like a rock. I can no longer imagine the horrors of Svoorn penetrating his stubborn opponent.

"All right, take it and push it up! Seono....!

With the feeling of carrying a bag of dirt and sand, I finally succeeded in loading the second one. The third body that followed was a relatively small individual, so I was able to ride it without much effort.

"Okay, I'm fine... What about you?"

"Ahh... I've got it. This will never move."

Secure the corpse several times with a rope to prevent it from falling while driving, and carefully confirm that there are no defects. If you intend to commit a failure in front of Svoorn, you do not know what will be done.

"... it's all set, Lord Svorne."

"Thank you. Now let's head to the barracks in Carrigal."

Ha!

Bodon is once again amazed at the appearance of the Snowstorm White Knights Glasella Duela as they move.

(Haha, everybody's pinching... This is outrageous. I wonder if anyone is really injured when I fight the Grieving Demon....)

Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela.

Badalnois prides itself on its supreme elite. It is also an institution that works closely with the King to guide the country in a better direction.

The regular soldiers are all face-to-face with them at the Palace of Ice Glow "Parry Shell On" during the appointment ceremony. In some cases, they acted together on a mission like this one.

Needless to say, its combat power is origami.

(If you're like me, you must all be on the clouds... but the top three of them are slipping through)

Needless to say, Svoorn is the strongest in length and famous for interacting with that Mertina Snow. Two names, "Gojo Wear" and "Darnwalst".

An overwhelming force that easily penetrates the flesh of Amfivtella, whom he himself described as robust. Once you have a ruthless personality, Badalnois will be a symbol of fear for everyone.

And then...

"Aren't you tired, Master Svorne?"

"No problem."

A plain young man standing next to a gorgeous length. The back is rounded and the atmosphere is somewhat gloomy.

(People don't look good... Frozen Light Sword Graysolish, Gebi de Fortoon)

Top three talented.

A shadowy man who swears absolute loyalty to Svoorn.

Even if a coworker is dying in front of his eyes, he doesn't move, but if Svoorn is going to suffer from one of the scratches, he gets upset like he's gone mad.

The cares are no longer in the realm of fanaticism. Obviously, many people complain that "gebbies are men's houses."

(To be clear, I don't know what you're thinking, but it's creepy....)

But that strength is real.

Along with the most powerful leader he believes in, he has enough skill to continue mass-producing victories. Svorne and his companions often provide backup support, but even a single rider can be extremely effective.

(And second to the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela....)

Bodon looked around in search of that figure.

"... that?

I finally realized and leaned my neck confused.

"What's the matter? Let's go."

As he looks down at Svorne's long body, Bodon casts his doubts.

"Ah, uh... I don't think you've seen Sir Migasinthia yet..."

Yes, second in Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela. Whatever the pleasure is, the White Knight of Happiness never ceases to smile. The beauty is noticeable in the distance, but there is no appearance here.

Speaking of Svoorn in first place, he speaks with a lot of carelessness.

"He hasn't been here since the beginning. That's all of them."

"Ah, well, was it the left? So, let's go."

The result of this battle in the absence of the second Proven.

A soldier's bodon is no longer an understandable area, but I am convinced once again.

With the Snowstorm White Knights Glasella Duela, this Badalnois must be safe.

The heavy load on the horse prevented the horse from running lightly.

Fortunately, the city of Carrigal is not too far away. While being blown by the harsh north wind, the group quietly walks down the street.

Svorne's blue eyes captured the carriage that was going forward - and then the "too heavy luggage" that was placed on the back.

"It's gabi. What do you think?"

A short word for intent. But Gevi, who followed the sight of the beloved chief, answered without mistaking the meaning.

"... it's incredible. Why three Amfivtella appeared here....."

There is no reason to get hungry and lost. The animals and plants that feed this vengeful demon inhabit many of the surrounding areas. You can't ignore them and come to such a remote place.

"We still have to wait for the results of the investigation. Will you stay in Carrigal for a while?"

"Yes"

Apart from whether or not it is known, we need to investigate the reasons for Amfivtella's appearance. Strict and honest Svoorn will never get away with this kind of work.

That's why,

(Son of a...)

As a loyal subordinate, Gebi is not convinced.

"... Master Svorne"

"What's the matter? I'm in a bad mood."

"Yes, I'm afraid I'm talking about the Migastine guy. I don't think it's too much to act alone on a boulder...."

There are no casualties on this mission.

But that's because I've been working behind the scenes more than usual, helping Svorne with his troops. With that man in the first place, we could have pushed him out with more stable firepower.

The same applies to future surveys. Simply because the larger the number of people, the sooner we finish our work.

"It seems that the time has passed to prioritize self-convenience over the request of the priest of Ohmzolf worship."

While saying so, Gebi laughed at herself. "The Virgin of Truth"... I don't feel loyalty to the ignorant little girl who was pulled out of the church. Svoorn is the only one in the world who does his best.

I only said this as a convenience to criticize Migasinthia.

"The same is true of the mission to Raindeer recently. I don't think he has enough awareness of the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela."

I went all the way to the "Cat Land" school where Lenore belonged, looking for clues. Again, Migasinthia has not accompanied me for any reason.

"Fu, don't you like it?"

Unusual but slightly hanging long corners of the mouth.

"That man is free, isn't he? It's hard to say that it's a knighthood."

Such a Svoorn grunt, but I can't feel the anger. Instead, the inner part of my heart that I was staring at in the dark was conveyed, and Gebi felt unspeakable irritability.

Without noticing it in the chest of such loyalists, the chief narrows his slightly thinner eyes.

"I've known him a long time too... honestly, I can't read his thoughts. There is something hidden at the bottom while acting like a clown. Don't be alarmed.... but..."

Hold your breath as you rarely hesitate.

"If you dare say so... it must be blood."

Svorne was low and murmured.

"Is it blood...?

Without immediately realizing what it meant, Gevi whispered to himself. Because it forces the beloved Svorne to give a futile explanation.

"His genealogy... you know Martyborg's clan."

Commonly known as "Strange Clan".

Our Lord, at first glance, is a fine gentleman, but an unmanageable enthusiast who makes him angry. The sister lady of a branch always smiles. Even the moment their parents died, it didn't change.

Not all of them are 'yes', but they have emotionally broken parts somewhere. Such a vein.

Although they are such people, they are also famous as a genealogy that produces a good chanter "Mage". Among them, there was a boy named Griffinia, who was born the best gem in the history of the branch, but he also lived in "strange". After the twists and turns of the blood, he is now disappearing.

If I hadn't gotten off the road, I would have been named after Migastine by now, along with the Snowstorm White Knights, Glasella Duela.

"Happiness and sorrow. They emit all kinds of emotions without restraint, but everything underlying them is the same. ― ― By doing so, you get a sense of satisfaction. That's right... if you want to put it bad, if you want to get that" affection ", you can do everything by any means."

--Ultimately.

It's broken. Marty Borg.

"Strange people don't know the right way. It's hard to deal with between allies, but... if we turn to our enemies, we'll get through the mess."

"- That's all.... it will be personal, but I still think there is no mistake."

Ice Palace "Palace Shell On" 2nd Floor Central Tower, Stairway Stadium.

After hearing a report from his men, Migashintea standing by the window laughed in the back of her throat.

"Well, I'm sure it is. Do you think so? F, k, kuku"

He was always a knight who did not break the face of "joy", but the appearance was more pronounced here. Towards his back, his men ask in a strange voice.

"But why now... I also wonder if it's a mercenary or an adventurer, or if my friends are helping me. What the hell are you planning?"

One is a skinny man with a bearded face. The other is said to be a fat man who thinks he's his brother-in-law.

Miga Sintia shakes her shoulders as if she didn't mind.

"Let's take something up and talk about it strangely. There are certain rules that you may not associate with civilians. He'll do it for you. Let's just say that a flexible response that is not trapped in a cohesive existing frame... Kukuku"

Besides, the white knight looks out the window in a good mood.

"The relationship between the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela and the White Knights is basically similar, right?

There is no distinction between aristocrats and civilians. A relationship connected through the exchange of life.

"... you're absolutely right. I apologize for the shallow remark."

"Fufu, don't worry. He doesn't want to know. Just tell me what's going on. Of course, you can swim as you like. Fu, k, fufufufu... hm?

The view from the height. On the main road leading to this palace, the soldiers look different from the silver they are used to.

The two coming are exotic visitors invited by Omzolf. A boy named Lugo Aliumi and a girl named Bergrette Fiz Gertilude.

(Whoa, ku, ku. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What kind of mood does it feel like to go flat knowing you're being targeted?

Don't you seem to understand your position? Or do you have any guarantees that are sufficient to be sure of your safety?

"... fufufukukukuku.... I can't reach it."

Close one eye and reach out to the boy and girl walking far below. From here on, you can pick the two people at your fingertips, as they appear to be small.

Whatever he does, he'll end up without me.