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

The people exploded their joy.

Huge king nestled in the center of the square.

At its foot, Dimaldo, who became depressed. Blood buildup spreading to surrounding cobblestones. Maybe he's already dead.

…………

Liquid protection breathes loudly by accident.

The last palm bottom unleashed by King Ardia. It was a crushing sound of an accident. Moving bikun for only a moment, Dimaldo collapsed like he was powered off, overflowing with blood.

If you're done, what you can call an overwhelming victory.

But both sides had the power to bring their opponents to death with one blow. The end from the front of a blow that is deadly, similar to the slaughter between the swordsmen or the shooting between the gunmen.

As the end of the duel signaled, one armed carriage came running slowly. A carriage for escape, prepared in response to Zindim's request.

The man wearing the brown Tsubahiro hat steers the carriage towards the museum. I wonder if this lord will be safe, and the drift shelter will rub my mind. The target is a terrorist group.

No, it's not just you. The duel ended with the victory of King Aldia, but by the enemy - the Oracle Bomb, the Divine Chant bomb, it does not change the situation in which everyone's lifeline is held.

What happens from here? What is the enemy going to do after this?

In the first place, if Jindim changes her mind and says, "I'm going to blow up the bomb," that's the end of the story.

Doesn't the enemy intend to explode after fleeing far away?

The carriage enters the museum grounds even while the escort is restless. They enter the museum directly from the loading entrance by the ground floor.

Lifeguard looked at the situation and thought to himself there.

(No... Belle kids, don't come)

I look around, but I don't see them.

Will the three of them be together at the tent where Claria and the others headed?

Suddenly he was told that he had been held hostage by a bomb, etc., and the feeble Leafia would be scared. Bellette and Claria seem solid, but I'm still curious.

I wanted to go see how things were going, but King Aldia summoned me here. Go under them, you should check with the king first.

The king of Ardia is flying some instructions to the soldiers around him.

Looks like we're going to bring out Dimaldo, who's fallen and stopped moving with Pickle.

Speaking of which, has this Dimaldo not also been planted with the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb?

(Well, they're all gonna blow up just the bomb of the Russian bastard...... now)

There seemed to be no more occasions for drift protection.

When King Aldia returns, I'll ask him if he can go to the Bells - while he decides to keep an eye on the trends on this occasion first...

"Oh Lugo, there you are! Hey, come here! Look, hurry up, hurry up!

So, for some reason, King Aldia made a call for drift protection.

"The carriage has entered the entrance."

The upstairs window, a man watching the outside without alarm from a gap in the curtain, reports to Jindim.

"All right. All right, everyone, we're leaving this place in the carriage. Darimir. Kill your people immediately and take your place."

Roger that.

A man with an ordered light atmosphere quickly headed to the ground floor.

"Um... Mr. Jindim"

It was Daz who spoke out in confusion.

"Mr. Diemald..."

"He was brilliant. There still seems to be some breath... but I can't help you. He was ready to die, no matter what the outcome of the duel was."

"Really..."

With Daz dropping his shoulders on his ass, Jindim turns to everyone on the spot. I looked over at them all and stood up resolutely.

"Comrades. In this operation, both Fer Die and Dimaldo were sacrificed, and neither did they succeed in taking Aldia. but... this is not the end of our mission"

The men went out of their way. One asks in surprise.

"What do you mean...? Lord Jindim."

"This time… there is a case that was secretly underway behind this mission of revenge against Aldia in Dimaldo. It would be a bad way to put it... but I can also say that the Dimaldo thing was a cover-up. Because of the top secret mission, I've been lying low on you."

So, the footsteps up the stairs rang from the bottom.

I guess the carriage is ready.

"Explain as you move. We're leaving this place first, comrades."

Gindim walks away in an unmistakable foothold. The comrades also began their journey with slight confusion - so that they were to face each other.

He showed up in the lobby upstairs, with the person.

"Guys. Let me be the bearer of the carriage this time, in Nastadio Sigris! Greetings! Nah!

They were professionals.

"What are you doing here?"

All silently and promptly unleashed their weapons, began chanting and killed to the woman.

Pan and dry sound.

It was a fist pulling the tail of light. White luminescent, woman's fine arms. In that blow, one of the armed men stiffens his body and knocks him back.

Nastadio flickers at the spear protruding in his replacement. He slammed his knee into the man's groin as he shrugged.

A thunderbolt flies from another direction over a man who screams and collapses.

"Ahhh!

A blurred electric shock scattered a batin and a spark over Nastudio's blonde hair.

Disappear.

Daz snuck up on the mellow Nastadio and quickly flashed Qatar. The silver trajectory arcs.

Pull, and.

The white, thin neck of the nastadio opened like a fruit.

…… …………

One beat late, vibrant red scattered with momentum reminiscent of the fountain.

Daz, with his face on his return blood, kicked to push Nastudio's belly. The woman leans about and falls down the stairs as she falls back.

"That's 'Penta', but should I say? I didn't know even we'd bump into each other from the front and take them both down."

"... right"

To Daz's voice, Jindim answers in such a boring manner.

As one of the developments, I had anticipated.

When and on what occasion you throw in Nastadio Sigris.

Originally, the Nastudio would have to hit the task of disarming the Oracle Bomb, a divine chant bomb that "made me think" that it was planted on Fer Die, but it's not necessarily that there aren't enough magicians among those gathered there to replace this woman.

One of the possibilities, I was thinking.

I didn't come when serving meals. He didn't even show up when he handed over the negotiating goods. If it were to come - the hostages are gone, now. He must be dressed as the man of the carriage and come into this phase now.

- And to my comrades, I've always been so persistent in my precautions.

By the way, it's Daz.

Jindim asks his comrade, making sure he feels the scar on his right cheek, while remaining wrapped up in some strange dreamy mood.

"What was our saying... what was it?

- If you've got eyes on Nastudio. At that point, he thought he was hallucinating.

Moments later, Jindim pulled out his sword and took a blow.

The blades of both sides clash together and scatter sparks.

"Oh."

Nastudio, stopped by a blow of the sword in his reverse hand, leaked a voice that seemed slightly impressed.

As Jindim swung through and pushed back at his mercy, Nastudio did not defy the momentum and retreated to the rear to be pushed back. The time between the two leaves.

Jindim makes his gaze run without alarm.

Only two people are standing on this spot right now: Jindim and Nastudio.

The armed men who were supposed to be inflexible - the comrades of Norstación - all fell to the floor at some point.

Daz and others who should have been in front of us until now are blowing up and rolling to the other side of the lobby to see what happened.

Still, everyone seems to have a breath. To capture him alive and execute him later? Don't you want to let people die in a historic museum? Probably both.

- Nevertheless.

(... womanfox)

When the hell did you get caught hallucinating? Neither foreboding nor activation could be perceived at all. Zindim calmly analyzes but cools his liver, saying if he was a few more seconds behind in noticing it would have been over.

"This is Nastadio Sigris…. If it were coming, it would come at this time. Assuming, this damage. There was no alarm or gap."

The woman laughed huffily at the words and threw off the brown jacket that was woven with feathers. It was in white like a researcher who appeared from under the clothes that disguised you. The long sword in his right hand looks grossly mismatched.

The specialty is the famous black-silver sword forged in Leguille steel. It was what Jindim demanded and obtained during the negotiations.

"Here, give it back, will you? Legiel steel swords are expensive. Maybe the money I gave you at the negotiation. I'll get it back."

The man becomes more alert as to whether the sword can be used as well.

"So, you're Mr. Jindim, right? Don't do it, I can't believe you're breaking Atashi's hallucinations. I wonder how many of you were... Well, fine. How did you see through it?

Nastudio asked, turning his long sword around, as he played with his hands.

"I'm deciding on a euphemism. If a slightly suspicious situation occurs, we are also trained to immediately ask the right words. Besides, Daz's... now I feel a little uncomfortable with the tone of the comrade rolling over there."

"Ugh, it's thorough. That's a good word. So are the Belgrettes, and that's the challenge."

Gindim spoke in a provocative tone to a nastadio with a bitter look on his face.

"More than that, what happened to disarming the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb? It won't be over in this short time, no matter how much you are. You left it to the immature? What would you do if I activated it on this spot now?

"Huh? Go ahead. We need to be able to detonate a bomb that's not possible."

To the words, Jindim slightly frowned.

"... you didn't even show a bare gesture of hitting the disarm job. You were aware of that?

"No, let me tell you something over here, you thought you wouldn't notice? Only. Because."

With his sword at his fingertips, Nastudio distorted his red lips into the form of a grin as a result of the blood tide.

"The exterior of the museum is a little damaged."

That's where Jindim noticed too. I noticed it and almost blew it out unexpectedly.

What crap. What a preliminary mistake.

slight appearance damage, which occurred in the offense when occupying the museum. Scars like sharpening, engraved on columns. The fact that the building was lightly damaged by the divine chanting technique Oracle is also a testament to the fact that the technique of protection was weakened - or not applied.

Originally, if it were a conserved royal museum, it couldn't have been scratched like that by the extent of a skirmish stray bullet.

"I don't care if they show me that and say, 'Everyone on this scene let me set up Oracle Bomb, a god chanting bomb that blows up'. A bomb of so much power would make the museum a mess, and you would bury it alive, wouldn't you? They're not from Maygus, the demon warrior from five years ago, and you're not gonna blow yourself up ready to fight, are you?

Kuk, and the wounded man shakes his shoulder.

I didn't intend to use the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb or anything from the beginning - no, it was only to the extent that I thought that if I tried to make it a jindim that I couldn't use, I could also monozite the museum itself if I had to, but it was a very blind spot.

It must have been hilarious to threaten you with a bomb from someone you knew.

- Well, that's just the end of the story.

"Nfu. But I don't hate those bold 'lies'. Sometimes I need a hatchet. So... who are you guys?

- Norstación.

Jindim tells the name. Be proud. Tighten your chest.

"I don't know what you heard."

"I guess so."

There can't be. Never mind, the man in charge continues.

"You know what I mean when I say Schmelatz eah..."

"Are you still a teacher? I know. I know. It's the country next to Schutzleigh Garald, isn't it? About fifteen years ago, it collapsed from the failure of the 'Penta' study"

"That's right. The deeds of the foolish royals crushed the country."

Jindim groans with a voice like squeezed out of the bottom of the underworld.

Schmelatz eah.

Located far northeast of here - it was a small country with a total population of about 50,000.

Because of its small state, it was not blessed with human resources either. Naturally, for 'Penta' too.

But at one point, the long-awaited 'penta' is finally discovered.

but.

"This is ridiculous. The royals never acknowledged their own incompetence. The country will crumble, even at that last moment."

Jindim speaks out as he spits out. With anger.

'Penta' I finally found. However, there was no understanding of what attributes the person possessed or what kind of divine chant, Oracle, could be handled, and only time and money were wasted for no reason.

As a result, 'Penta' gave her full tenure without even revealing what power she had.

"Zostan Ladea. He's unhappy, too. If I had been born to us, I might have found my abilities."

"Don't be proud."

Abominably throw up, but with his chest up, the man raises his name.

"In that country I was... captain of Troop III"

Jindim is not the only one. Several of the comrades gathered here were those who used to work as soldiers.

"The royalty was foolish, but I loved Schmelatz Eyre. I rebuild that country. And this I..."

"Be king of the nascent Schmeratz eah - I wonder if it's a fuhahahaha place. Oh, that's enough. 'Cause I understand."

Nastudio blocked the story in a boring way. Jindim faintly narrows his eyes and stares at the woman in frustration.

"So, how come you've been getting your hands on us? Really, the only purpose is to make that bearded fist fight King Aldia? Sure, if the beard beat the king, it would have been an historic case, and I think it had a foil Haku for the nascent Schmelatz eah... that's not all. Speaking of which, you turned down a loan to Schmelatz Eer for the Zostan thing in the example. … Ah, there's going to be a cot or something going on in secret behind this"

Either way, the woman narrows her eyes.

"To a man named Aldia... there's more to it than selling a fight to a country named Raindeer, and there's just enough in return to make up for that danger, hasn't there?"

It was a nastadio I was talking down on my own.

"Don't you have to think about it, Allecore? I just need to ask you directly... the body."

He distorted his red lips into the shape of a grin and twirled the black-silver sword in his hand.

Seeing how it goes, Jindim asks to mock it.

"F... it doesn't even seem like it. Are you gonna fight with your sword? What happened to the hallucinations you were good at?

"No, no. Maybe you're hallucinating too much, huh? Bella, while you're talking, maybe you're hallucinating again. No, in the first place, maybe you haven't broken your hallucinations."

"Once, I was studying in the country. Hallucinations put the brain in a kind of paralysis. After seeing through the illusion, the paralysis often persists. Paralysis is no harm to the brain - in a way, resistance to hallucinations for a while."

Jindim strokes her cheek wound and laughs at the back of her throat.

"I mean, once, if they break a hallucination... for a while - in time, at least for about five minutes. You can't show hallucinations to the same person."

In response to that word, Nastudio leaked a chip tongue.

"You're the one who's making it seem like 'I can use a powerful technique' by deploying an excessively large technique of communication... but you're lying that it's the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb. My buddy, you're fucked. In case you can defeat Atashi, there are people and knights outside. What do you want me to do?

Fuffing and laughing at the words, Jindim patted his right hand finger.

"The bomb was spotted as a lie, and all but my comrades were knocked down. Outside, there are a lot of Raindeers."

Jindim.

"-But. This is also within our expectations."

Moments.

Around twenty men who had fallen - comrades of Norstación rose loosely together.

Nastadio stares.

The men, wrapped in blue clothes, stood up in slow motion.

There is no light in his eyes, fluttering his body like intoxicated.

"This is..."

You reacted to the nastadio you whined about, one of the men who stood up attacked you. Unlike the dull motion until then, with beastly agility.

Nastadio takes the sword struck with a long sword. but

"... Gu... Huh!

I couldn't stop it and got bounced backwards a lot. Break down, but hold it back without falling.

"Hu......"

The sword-wielding man exhales beastly. Eyes are empty. On its forehead, the raised blood vessels were pulsating to spasm.

"... this is maniac again." Madness "or..."

"Famous Answer. Sure, I can't handle the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb... but I'm proud to say it's quite something about this technology. By the way...... could you stop calling me a madman, etc. Now they are warriors beyond the realm of men. Beyond the original fanatical warrior... superhuman, but it is worthy of calling it"

Madness.

It is one of the more ancient divine chants, Oracle.

In ancient times it was called madness warriorization and it was said to have been treasured as a technique to produce warriors who were not afraid of death.

But nowadays, none of those who use it equals none.

The fact that, as its name suggests, it turns the subject into a madman without vision. The fact that it allows for more muscle strength than physical strengthening, but naturally its recoil is also significant.

In addition to these risks, and above all in that they reinforced them, they are only people who are formerly powerless. Anyway, if it's an interpersonal, it doesn't work for the mighty grudge opponent first. Also, if you try "Mage," a modern chantsman with advanced technology in the art of Divine Chanting "Oracle," it's not difficult to install a lunatic who just goes wild.

Because of a number of such problems, it became known only at a time under the disdain of madmanization, and was at last Oracle, a divine chanting art that was regarded as a relic of the Old Ages.

In the first place, it was physical strengthening that improved and knitted the madmanization.

- But.

"My technique is different, Nastudio. These people are not look-alike lunatics. He's a sophisticated samurai loyal to me."

A total of twenty mad warriors turned to Nastadio loosely - like ghosts. There is no light in its eyes, even a faint groan.

Seeing how it was, Nastudio let her cheeks flake faintly.

"Ugh, I'm sick."

"F, I don't even understand how you feel. It's like manipulating a dead man, and some people once called me that in their country."

Jindim raised his arms horizontally like a conductor.

"-" Necromancer ""

Exactly when the living corpses arrived, the men simultaneously went to Nastadio.

Nastudio quickly falls back and tries to let go of the intermission - but

"... hey...!?

In an instant, the men pinch the left and right.

They had a sharp foot judgment that didn't seem like madmen, chasing them to Nastudio.

"It's not just a puppet or anything. The supreme warriors who fight with their skill while being strengthened to the limit and eliminating themselves. Me and the warriors who are not afraid of death. This is what Norstación really is."

Hallucinations and the like do not work on the living deceased who have lost themselves. Thoughts aren't working in the first place. Most importantly, everyone just got hallucinated once, so it doesn't work either way.

Then they fight to the fullest of their abilities as instincts do. It is not possible to deal with the Divine Chant "Oracle," but the comrades of today are told that they fought precisely with swords, by Geisserius.

"Ahhh!"

In a flash from across, the sword in Nastudio's hand was bounced off.

They are pushed to the wall lightly as they are.

I couldn't get my hair in - the woman's appearance was invisible by the men who killed her.

"Penta" so varied.

Nastudio is certainly a troublesome existence, but if you strip away that 'lie', you're no longer just a woman.

"Hallucinations? You're raw. Fantasy and other horrible realities that are not even comparable - let the living deceased swallow you and disappear. You impotent fox other than to deceive."

The backs of the grudging men made me think of a bunch of grudging demons swarming with raw bait.

Side by side as the prey fox swallows, Jindim leans over to the curtained window. I looked out from the gap and whined small.

"Well - it's time. Ultimate Mad Warriors."