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

― ― The reward had already collapsed and transformed into a one-sided suppression.

Mercosur uninterruptedly blows like a stream. A torrent that is pushed into a path that can only be defended and evaded.

"U, so...... that Aliumi... is fighting each other, one way or the other......"

"... ah, Ryugo..."

Someone's voice, which could be heard faintly from somewhere, could no longer tell whether it was a dream or a reality for the protection of the ocean currents.

(...... Me, what...?)

Memories are jumping like cheese with holes. I don't know what I'm doing right now.

(...! Hold on...! How about... connecting you to [Bowmetz]...?)

No, I can't.

It is in such a worn-out condition. No speed, no power. A man like this would definitely cope with the tears.

(What are you going to do......)

Stay with me.

Even if you strike your right fist with a temper, you will also be pounded into the right straight that is covered.

No more speed, no more power. You can't even bring it into the match.

…………

Oh, it's not the case that I'm having trouble in this place. While this is happening, Ohmzorf will escape far away.

Above all, this battle is not just against Mercosur. Kinzor is standing there with a creepy smile on his face, and I don't know when he's going to set it up.

Speaking of the number of people, this is the winner [Masama].

But we're all at our limits now. I was the only one left to fight. You have to be strong.

……

I'm attacked by a distracting feeling.

(Can you defeat them?......)

The eroding darkness of weakness pervades.

Was it a matter of calculation?

The two of them weren't good enough.

Excuse me, shock and shock. The stars scatter in front of me. Your arms are no longer acting as guards. Mercosur's right straight shot gently penetrated the gap between her arms.

(Damn, damn)

I was struck by a punch that I didn't know the number of shots, and I retreated independently of my will.

………………

Shit. This guy.

Stupid.

But do something. We have to do something.

(Don't bother me... noo...)

There is no longer any melancholy in the back.

All we have to do is get out there and take Lenore home.

I can't lose anymore.

― ― Away from such a convenient story imagined by the boy.

More than a [samurai] standing in front of him.

Still, something hit my back.

There was no more room to look back, and I turned my trembling palm to check. What was there was the cold, rough feel of the stone.

It seemed like they had just taken a one-sided offensive and been pushed to the edge of the wall.

Standing in front of her, Mercosur moves his mouth in an inorganic state, unchanged by his cold glances. She didn't even seem to be out of breath.

"... where's the kid?" It seemed like the treasure was just decaying. It is also my fault that you did not stand before me in a good condition. "

And Kinzor, who had a leisurely view of the battle.

"... well, it's like this." In a few years, it's going to be a bit of a weirdo, but the world's rumors have a tail. The thought of a human wanting to sell this guy is also intertwined. It's not what I expected when I actually met him... There's a story. Such is not the case with real people like your Lord and your foolish brother. It's not the end. "

Blood snapped up on the head of a full-bodied boy.

"...... nh, you...... son of a bitch......"

At that moment, a strange electronic sound rang. Pyrrhilli, slowly.

……

What's that noise? My phone?

It was a heterogeneous old man who showed movement.

"-Hey, this is Kinzor."

He pulled it out of his chest like a machine like a small transceiver. The way you respond by pointing your ear at the object--

(...? What's that...? Phone...?)

Because my eyes are blurred, I suspect that I am seeing it in illusion.

But it was a familiar sight in my hometown. It looks no different from modern people who work with mobile phones.

"...... what?"

Kinzor's smile peeled from Kinzor's expression after spending a beat.

Got it. Let's head there right away.

It was a serious expression with a lying amount of room. An old man who has finished the "call" or put the machine inside his white coat calls for his escort.

"Mercosur, it's urgent. We have to go."

Without waiting for a reply, the old man, who held the hat, turned his back to us.

"... I understand."

I turned my gaze slightly toward Kinzor and returned to the current protection in front of me.

"It's over, kid."

A blow from the Sistema user. An iron hammer on the right that was ruthlessly swung out. A fist bowed to the tip of my nose.

Puffing, a high-pitched sound rang.



It was the sound of a successful paring that knocked off a flying fist to the left with the palm of my right hand.

"... you..."

"Oh, no... no... I'm a Russian... I've been..."

Kinzor's drink is already flying away from Mercosia, who is ready for the next blow.

"Throw it away. I tried to play with it, but it can't be any threat to me." It's not worth it anymore- "

The cold strange old man's eyes said reluctantly that he had lost interest.



"Oh, my God, it's Mercosur."

A staircase leads down.

Kinzor looked back at Mercosia, who had slightly stepped out of step and tilted his posture.

"... no."

For a moment, my knee misbehaved. It didn't work as expected.

By the faint pain that lingers on your thighs.

(…)

A boy named Raindill's marauder.

The power of the blow was supposed to be completely offset by Sistema's breathing technique.

(... no, it's still this powerful.)

My shoulders, thighs, cheeks, and cheeks were attacked, and I still feel them.

……

Objectively, the right shoulder is the most. The boy, who was supposed to be dead anymore, rushed out of his intimate state, and stretched out his upper kick.

I dared to be there for the blows, but...

"Hehehe. It's rare, my lord." Did it work better than I thought? "

"... haha. There's more to it than I thought."

"It's a strange kid." The beast's power... I've heard rumors, but what's working? I could see that my hair was different from Orkestar's power boasting. Whatever it is, in the end it will be the complete victory of the lord who overwhelmed with the power of '50%'. No matter how many times you wander, the results won't be covered up. "

……

The opponent was drained from the beginning.

As Mercosia herself has abandoned, it is immature for him to be in such a state of plight to engage his enemies. There is no excuse.

But...

Is this also the nature?

Suddenly, I couldn't help but think that it was the demon.

Still, it's the same as before.

What if he was perfect?

What if I had more training?

……――

"I'm not interested... that's not why, but here's the thing. Hurry up anyway, Mercosur. I have to get back soon. I heard about it... but I really didn't think [that] would go away. Rather, it would prove that my ability was real... If I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have made contact with the Orkestar. We have to think about what we're going to do."

“What's the problem?

Anyway, I'm in a hurry.

Not outside the palace, but towards the basement where we've been hiding.

(... but I miss it. It reminds me of my days with them...)

The slightest pain in my dull leg didn't bother me with my shoulders, which were still uncomfortable when I was aware of it.

For Mercosia, that feeling must have shaken it up in the name of anticipation, rather, the long-lost curiosity.

"Rugo, hold on...!"

He found himself sitting on the blue carpet in the hallway. Supported by Belgrette, he underwent a recovery technique.

――

Unfortunately, I was relieved to be in exile.

Kinzor and Mercosia are backing away, and then--

(...... I don't remember)

The memory was flying. There was also evidence of such a devastating blow. How long has it been since then?

"... Belle,"

I looked at the girl knight beside me.

It was clear that her fatigue was getting thicker as she devoted herself to hard work. I thought I rushed to the treatment of Saber, who was fatally wounded by Kinzor, and now I'm going to protect her. And the second time I broke through the Ohmsorf blizzard...

"Is everyone okay?!" What about the savel...? "

Reflexively, Julie and the young man with the purple flame lying on his lap pillow seemed to be tired to look at.

"I'm fine..." Saber's fine, asleep. "Thanks to Belgrette, I managed to take my life..." Really, thank you. "

"No..."

They're all worn out now.

Julie fought through a series of battles.

Edvin, who had a series of mysterious Scatterbombs, was leaning back against the opposite wall. "Ow!" I didn't have the strength to raise one hand.

"... oh, for now, everyone seems fine...!" It's not like this, is it? "

She tried to stand up in a hurry, but her aching knee prevented her from doing so.

"Guuuu"

It was the part where Mercosur kicked me.

"Hey, no, Ryugo...!" Don't move, just rest. "

"No, that's not the case." I have to go after the goddess Omzolf! "

Looking over at the faces of everyone, no one tries to stand up. Even Belgrette, with a sarcastic look on her face.

Loosely shaking his head was Belgrette's tearful face.

"...... that's enough."

"What? No, what?"

If you suspect an ear, you instantly listen back. You didn't mean to say that you gave up chasing Ohmsolf. That should mean our defeat.

"It's over, Lugo."

"...... no, what is it?"

I can tell from the state of things.

Something happened while I was unconscious.

"...... The battle is over now, Ryugo"

Repeatedly, Belgrette began to speak of the end.

With a terrible, sad face.