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

"... Huh?

Detlev was accidentally leaking a missing voice between them.

What did I just say? Did that Belgrette say, "Help me"?

"Huh? Huh? Yeah, huh?

Detlev shakes his neck to the left and right.

Do you trust this kid so much? Indeed, as it is, Claria dies soon enough. It could be a situation where I need help.

But that's why that Belgrette..., I knew you were my lover. Could it be that I let you touch that big, grown breast?

"Ah? Ah? Ngu."

Well, then, no problem. If you hurt this kid, you'll see Belgrette's sad face. I'm just talking about the other guy changing from Claire to this kid. There's nothing wrong with that.

- The man who summed up a thought that seemed confusing speaks to the boy.

"You. You come on. I was wondering if you wouldn't disturb me?

"Ah? Who is it, you ugly face? Pull it in, motherfucker."

There was a sound of something hanging up inside Detlev.

"Ha. Well, no."

Pan, and the bursting sound echoes. Detlev produced a flaming whip, swinging endlessly on the spot. The ground burns, the air burns. That's a red tornado wrapped in detref.

Bellette and Claria breathed. I guess we realized that we were being handed down indefinitely.

This is - "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios.

Stop the whip martial arts performances perfectly and the man throws words boringly.

"Yeah, and I'll kill you then, okay? I thought maybe I'd give it to you, but no. I'm gonna kill you instantly."

To the words, the boy groaned pompously.

"Kill............ hey"

The drift guard turns his gaze to the two falling Belgrettes and Claria.

Both of them, they were worn out.

Clean skin is covered with scratches and luxurious dresses are covered in dirt, sand and blood.

It's a dangerous situation leading up to Claria. He has a wound like a large tear from his shoulder. We must hurry.

The word "help" pronounced by Belgrette. That doesn't mean you can help yourself. My sister is in danger if we don't hurry. Belgrette, who realized she couldn't save her sister on her own, abandoned her pride and asked for help.

I'm not sure why Detlev is hostile dressed like an assassin. Was this man the mastermind? But now, I didn't care about that.

The drift shield removes its jacket and further removes the power list that was worn on both arms. They fell to the ground, making a loud noise. Tap your left foot with your right foot, your right foot with your left foot, and remove the power list that was attached to both ankles.

- Free yourself from all shackles.

"Ha, what's that? Feels like," I'm sealing my powers. "Ha, I feel a little better because everyone told me I was a brave man?

I can't wait to fold my body like that, Detlev. The drift shield did not respond and shook his wrist as a praprapra.

Belgrette also said it, but I guess he hasn't properly believed the story that the drift guard defeated Farvnar with his bare hands.

"So? You ready? It's an honor to fight a brave man! Oh, my God! Ha ha!

Behind the brain of drift protection, Dr. Locke's words come back to life.

"There are bad guys in the world. I'll never change my mind just because I'm powerless, there's born evil. If the Bells are attacked by such a human being - you better think about the possibility '

Even when Siveem, a touch of emotion.

"The drifting cum. People, - '

I'm sure anyone has about anything they say to you as a joke.

Refuge the word - not threaten and complain.

Just as a declaration, I told him.

"I'll kill you."

"Ha ha! That's cool. Hey! Well, I get it, it's in front of the Bellettes, and I want to cool it!

Huh let the sky cut, and Detlev set a scorching whip.

"- But unfortunately. You're gonna die screaming like a pig."

Eyes and voices that just seem like someone else.

Unalarmed assassins look out for shelter.

Midir College, late night dining room.

It was Edvin, sitting somewhat in his seat, alone at such a late night.

"That, Edvin? You still have class tomorrow, so what are you doing here?

To that voice, Edvin turns around only his neck and turns his face.

"Uh, Rockwave's old man?"

Drink up the contents of the cup in your hand all the time and continue to look tired.

"No, I've been shuffling around pretty late lately."

"Training? Oh, the influence of drifting kung fu"

Dr. Rock - Iwawave Fai had also recently often seen a smiling sight here.

Looking at the students' off-campus classes, you can hear a certain line of female students saying, "Boys, do it right," etc., and if you turn your attention to something, a male student may be doing an arm-wrestling imitation on the archery of the Divine Chant "Oracle".

To be frank, where this Grimcrows human worked out his body, he can't get a body like a drift shield. It's different.

"Ha. How can I beat Aliumi? Old man, like this...... scientific? Try to analyze it in a way that looks familiar."

"Analysis hey......"

When the Doctor sat face-to-face with a flaming defective student, he began to talk about pounding.

"First of all... if you, Chancery Mage, fight him... you must not be approached. That's a big premise. I can't reach him, I need a long way to go. So I have to think about the leg strength of the drift protection kung. This is it, about seven seconds a hundred miles. It's not like a horse."

"Ha? Ugh, horse!?

The Doctor laughs and continues to react as expected.

"So basically, I want twenty seconds for the chanting of the powerful Divine Chant, Oracle. As for you, Chant Mage, it's a wack that needs nearly three hundred miles of time, if possible. But that too, if you can't defeat Stream Protection Kung in one blow. He beat me down and it's over. First of all, I can't respond to his fists with your physical abilities."

I don't like it, and Edvin waves to the side.

"Three hundred... Sole. I won't call it a time. Physical strength measurement. He said it was too far away to see his face, and that the Divine Chant" Oracle "wouldn't arrive in the first place. He's a sniper. He's got to work out."

"That's the thing. I mean, theoretically, you and your shield don't have a fight from the start."

Sawdust...... and the flaming boy rings his throat.

If you say so, by the time you face Arisu Shield from the front, you've already decided to win or lose.

"It's just... he doesn't know much about the Divine Chant" Oracle "because he has amnesia, so I guess we'll try to see how they come out first"

"Uh... no, sure"

"Even if it did happen, I hear Belle did strike a good blow at the drift protection cum. That's just great, right? So, how was Edvin?

"Uh-oh."

'Mad Dog' in a flame that distracts you.

"If you say so... you fly around free with your will, it's a steel shell. His muscle mass is tremendous. It weighs heavier than Diegos."

"Huh? Really?!?

"In pure violence, weight leads to strength as it is. How do we deal with the giant shells that fly freely and at high speeds?

Edvin was silent.

Maybe he's really thinking about how to deal with it.

"So when it comes to being able to counter him, it's still 'Penta' or... Otherwise, a master class good at handling the Divine Chant" Oracle "-"

"Like" Silver Legion Troop "Silvalios"... "

If you were a resident of this country, it was the first name to come to mind.

"As a matter of fact, he's not a shell, he's just a person. There must be a gap. Not to anyone. He's surprisingly hectic. Ha ha."

"Ha... Whatever, we're going a long way... here."

The Doctor pushes up the frame of his glasses with his fingers.

"But well... for example, I'm talking about. - Foolishly, if the enemy has angered the stray cunt"

To that assumption, Edvin seemed hazy.

Did you remember the other day, when the College was raided by grudges demons? The story of the unharmed extermination of twenty-four Drauthor bodies is hard to believe.

In the future, it will be told off as a new ghost lore story. Speaking of bullshit, it could line up with that 'Erüberim' that it devastated a formidable regiment of mercenaries consisting of a hundred men alone - the Doctor analyzes.

"Complete hostility... no... if he has the will to kill. That's what happens to people like Farvnar who aren't up to standard... if they're human, no matter how bad they are, they won't imitate anything to see how it goes. Don't even hate your own bullets."

The Doctor fisted Paci into his palm.

"A steel shell would just crush the enemy straight"

――――

About twenty mile.

The drift shield zeroed that interval in an instant.

Detlev's eyes move to capture the appearance of the current shield.

- An idiot. He came straight in without thinking.

Sure, fast. It is the speed to awesome.

But bare hands. This kid's just a round back.

Besides, I'm obviously aiming at my belly because of what I thought, the fist orientation I put on my hip. Anyway, if you want to punch him in the face and make him faint, you can't disable a human being with a belly punch or something. I don't even pretend to use the Divine Chant "Oracle". It doesn't even look like there's any way.

The stupidity of being driven by anger, not being able to make a calm decision, and just being beaten up.

Fast indeed. Defense is - we can't make it.

Fine, I'll get you one shot. You're gonna beat me up, aren't you?

Immediately afterwards, I will burn his face with a whip.

I can't wait to hear Belgrette scream in less than a second.

A right fist of driftshield depicting a sweeping orbit was slammed into Detlev's belly.

―――― ――

Detlev's thin body bends into a curve. I don't blow it up flashy. Just a little bit, Detlev's body floated in the universe.

Only the area of fist you penetrated makes me hungry. The rupture sounds and the muscle fibers break. The ribs snap together and smash, dancing madly.

Shards of sharp bladed bone pierced his gut one after the other with bouncing and flying momentum. A few of them eat sharply into the lungs.

Blood expelled from the guts refluxes. I lost my way. It becomes a waterfall and overflows through my mouth.

"..., bu, bu, bu...? -,.................., obuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

tons, and the landing detref knelt to fold as it was, ejecting red and black liquid from his mouth.

Dripping liquid in a position similar to the front seat is reminiscent of the statue installed in the park fountain.

You can no longer support your body, Detlev slowly fell to the sidelines and began to roll gobbly as you scattered blood bubbles.

"Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba!

He doesn't even give me a glance at Detlev rolling around screaming like a pig, he doesn't even take the remnants, and the drift protection walks out.

Again - it's fading.

I packed a pause with the intention of not even letting him grasp the shadow, but Detlev's eyes captured the drift protection.

The fist he unleashed with all his might was also crushing Drauthor's head in a literal sense if it was before he was hospitalized. Just now, the blow I unleashed with the intention of killing gave me room to roll like no other.

... but you won't mind. Fall-like blood.

If you leave me alone - I'll die.

Still, if I had punched him in the face, it would have been completely over.

Even so, I unconsciously slapped him in the stomach. In the end... ruthlessly, haven't you been able to?... The answer is, I don't get it.

A stray shelter, powerless of the enemy with just one blow, walks over to the two sisters.

As the whirling Detlev screams echoed, he said in his usual voice, as if it were nothing.

"Let's go home."