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

If you let your face peek through the partition slab, the folks are all waiting for their next move as they see more of the museum on the far roll.

King Aldia won the duel and an armed carriage entered the museum.

Now what happens? Are we going to get run away by the missouri thieves like this, are we going to be okay with the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, are we going to help ourselves...

That would be everyone's mood.

Kesh was also upset when King Aldia ordered him to keep an eye on Fer Die, but now he's regaining his composure.

It was Dean Nastadio who was confused by your man driving an armed carriage. As long as she enters the museum, this win is almost certain.

Nothing.

The king did not go into defense, but struck out in an offensive position.

If you control Jindim, the person who planted the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, you don't even need to disarm it in the first place.

It is a piece of paper. If you make a single mistake, everything on this scene could blow up a line. But it is precisely the brave King Wu who is the choice.

- Though.

Kesh shifts his gaze to the tent. Inside, a transported fer die lies in captivity. Ever since he was defeated in a duel, he kept asleep.

Only five soldiers, including Kesh, are in the vicinity of the paid tent.

The tent is also surrounded by a partition plate at a distance of about five miles. The Keshes on its inside had surrounded the tent from all sides and were on watch.

…………

Well, I wonder why I monitor Fer Die in this situation.

In the unlikely event that a divine chant bomb, Oracle Bomb, is activated, Kesh will not have the power to exchange it.

No, it's not just Kesh. Gindim's bomb about blowing up a hundred miles around. If that word is not false, it is certain to blow up without a trace with the 'penta' or the upper-class grudge demon.

The Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb was originally the Divine Chant Oracle for Wide Area Destruction knitted during the war.

So there's no point in just monitoring Fer Die.

That seems like it to Kesh, but it's King Aldia's order. There must always be some intention there.

I was just staring at the tent with that in mind, and one of the soldiers who was also on surveillance spoke.

"Oh, um... Mr. Kesh. Are we really just supposed to be watching..."

There was a lot of anxiety in that face. I don't know when it's gonna burst. I'm keeping an eye on the bomb, so I can't help it.

"Hey, can't you do something about it?"

"No... it's dangerous. Due to the power of the anticipated Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb... there is no one else on this scene right now who can deal with it but the Dean of the Academy"

The Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, as its name suggests, has properties similar to physical bombs.

When disarming, the structure of the applied technique is detached and extinguished one by one, but the more advanced the bomb, the more complex the configuration becomes and the harder it becomes to disarm.

Moreover, most of the time the technique of detection is used in combination, and if you try to disarm it poorly, the enemy can sense you and you can be immediately blown up.

Those who respond must be careful not to be noticed by the enemy and without making delicate mistakes in disarming them.

Given the size of the bomb supposedly planted by Jindim, it was certain that the highest level of skill would be required.

Looking all over Raindeer, there won't be ten people, including the Dean of the College, who can handle it.

By the way, if you drop or kill the operator you planted, the bomb will be disarmed. If, on the contrary, the life response of the person planted stops, it will explode immediately.

In other words, if Fer Die had died one wrong step in the duel with the Refugee, everyone would have been blown away.

Though I was going to capture him from the beginning, I'd say he was crossing a dangerous bridge without knowing it.

- and.

So I heard clams and noises from inside the tent.

Tension runs on several soldiers who were watching.

"... you guys... are you awake?

One of the all-body armors approaches the dreaded tent.

At the same time, a faint metal sound called Bakin reached Kesh's ear. Together, to the extent that I can get it done because of my mind.

Sooner than you think about what that sounded like...

"No, back off!

Kesh shouted and 'it' popped out of the tent at the exact same time.

The soldier is bewildered - not long after, Fer Die, who was attacked at the speed of the beast, waves its right fist. Over the armor, fists slapped from the side.

Gong, and the crushing sound of an iron mass striking directly at the stone wall sounds.

"but......, ha, ha"

The armor worn by the soldier, his abdomen, was so dull and concave that he wondered if he had received it even with a shell. One beat late, blood spills out of his mouth like a waterfall. Still a young soldier took a few steps before falling over and collapsing.

Fer Die has his shoulders up and down with a rough breath as he remains in a fist-protruding position.

Hanging from your wrist is a destroyed restraint. It was shaking like a pendulum.

On the side head and forehead, creepy floating blood vessels. Eyes are empty. The mouth is half-opened, even dripping saliva.

That fist, which punched the protective gear made of Bai Ling Iron "Bitterness", had its pinky fingers bent in different directions. But to Fer Die, he doesn't even look like he cared about it.

"Ko, what is this?"

What crossed Kesh's brain was the name of the obsolete divine chant Oracle, by the way.

(Mama, or... madman -)

Fer Die turns around and captures another while they were all stiff as they stopped time.

"... ugh!

The moment a soldier clings to fear but sets himself up,

"Everybody back off!

Kesh stuffed the deal from behind them.

Complete blind spot.

Kesh activates the surgery on his right hand - faster than that, Fer Die roared his fists as he turned around.

Cancer, and dull shock.

Kesh's vision, the left half of which was dimmed. Your body leans against your will.

"Mr. Kesh!

A sad cry of soldiers. Somehow it was only heard from the right ear.

"Ugh, wow, oh! Ke, Mr. Kesh...!

A soldier exclaimed. With a face drawn to fear.

- What are you fussing about? To this extent, what do you mean...

Back to back with that thought, my knee laughs.

The left side of my face is hot.

Secondly, the weapon rack I had installed by the partition board came into view.

There stands a polished silver shield. Kesh's face, reflected in a mirrored shield.

The upper left half of his face had been shredded from his scalp.

The side head, which is pulled a thousand pieces of hair and peeled off from each epidermis, is red as if it were painted.

Thousands of cuts, swinging ears. The left eyeball pointed in an unexpected direction.

(... oh... this, it's already... too late -)

Kesh's mouth reflected on the shield shaped the grin powerlessly.

(... what is this situation...)

The boy asked himself unexpectedly, gripping the handle of the stretcher firmly.

Lifeguard is carrying a stretcher for two now.

Laying on a stretcher is a spicy, breathtaking dimald. And it was King Aldia who was carrying the stretcher with the drift shelter.

They're bringing this dying man into the tent like this.

Normally, this kind of thing would be a soldier's job.

But when the stretcher arrived and the steps were taken to carry Dimaldo, King Aldia said, "I'll do it." Besides, nominate drift protection as your partner.

That's why. King Aldia was in the process of carrying a stretcher in front, with a drift guard in charge behind him, and the two of us. That too, for some reason, in quite a hurry.

"Okay, we should get this far. Lugo, let's go slow."

Far from the people-waves, he slowed down as King Ardia, going forward, had appeased somewhere.

Looks like we're going to make a shortcut to the tent, and we're going into a thin building gap.

I don't know what's going on anymore. I just opened my mouth to ask what's going on.

"... Gu"

The lying deemald groaned faintly.

If you look nearby, you can see that your mandible is obviously crushed. That's all the blow. It's not strange that the entire skull is damaged.

I couldn't look at that painful face filled with blood, and the drifting shield was asking out of sight.

"... the king. What are you going to do with this Osama?

"You're a tough guy. I didn't mean to kill him. Treat first. Don't execute me later."

Without looking back, the king answered in such a tone that he spoke of his holiday plans. On the assumption that it is normal to do so, not to carry out executions or not.

…………

Execution.

This dimald, too, is killed like a detref. The same will be true of the Fer Die that I defeated.

You put two hundred people at risk in a terrorist attack. Maybe it's natural.

"Lugo, by the way. Don't get distracted."

"Huh?"

"Me and you, we hauled this guy around busily for a reason"

"Oh, yes."

That's what I was going to ask you.

"I wonder where we're going to talk from. Ahhh... first of all, the kid you knocked down. He told me there was a bomb planted on him."

Moment after moment, Dimaldo, who should have been dying, jumped.

……

So suddenly. The driftshield that had the back of the stretcher and the risen dimald were often in the form of staring at each other at close range - did not.

The man's eyes are obviously void.

In addition,

"Whoa!?

Dimaldo's right fist, wielded abruptly, draws a black trajectory and blurs the nose tip of the drifting shield.

"Lugo, get away from me!

Needless to say, the stray guard threw out the stretcher and took a break in the backstep.

King Aldia releases his time in the same way.

Dimaldo lagged in recoil with a kicked out stretcher and landed cleverly.

"What..."

I wondered if he had regained consciousness and rumbled out, but I understood it was instantly different.

Dimaldo turning back to the two of us.

The focus of its eyes is not fixed, and its bloody mouth is sloppily half-opened. It is like a hungry beast to bare your breath with your shoulders. On his forehead, several muscles of blood vessels were raised unnaturally. You should be dying in the first place, and you look pale.

Now it's like - a zombie.

The moment something cold runs on the boy's spine, King Aldia tells him, looking without alarm at Dimaldo.

"It's Lugo... I mean, here's the thing"

"I don't know what you mean."

At the same time as I accidentally gave it back, a fist man who was supposed to be dying broke in for shelter.

(Speed...!

I can't think.

That body, which is supposed to be dying, the speed not even seen when I was dueling King Aldia.

It's the right fist flying in.

This is fast too - but it can fit.

It was an exodus aimed at the cross counter, but there was confusion in the aggressive.

Dimaldo has a crushed jaw and is dying. If you hit me here, I'm sure...

A black blow slightly blushes the drifting cheeks. The right of the flushing shield, unleashed without warning, deviated from orbit - the right arm of each other trying to swing through, in the form of a guttering bump.

An arm and an arm intertwined with a drawing of an instant, an armpit. Still, there's no difference in a clash between blows. It would be more retrogressive to push down.

", Gu, Huh!?"

As such, the drift shield drifted back.

Dimaldo remains in a right fist-swinging position, stomping on the spot like he has grown roots from the earth.

(What, what, this power......!

The man's left fist roared toward the out-of-balance drift protection.

The driftshield, which was pushed and disfigured, rather did not defy the momentum, but fell straight back.

A blow by Dimaldo, who may call it a black storm, sweeps away the space where he had a drifting head until just before.

At the same time, the drift shield stuck out a kick to the right with a reversed posture.

What hit my nail tip was the feel of hard steel. I still wrap my stomach around it under my clothes. A blow from an impossible posture, all the damage would be equal to nothing.

Only slightly apart from each other.

But instead of exploring each other, Dimaldo even raised a beastly roar and jumped to drift protection again.

(What... because this is-!)

Vain eyes. From the crushed jaw, blood and saliva are transmitted.

Something about reason had disappeared from the face that was supposed to be righteous, but the movement had gained sharpness.

Obvious, masterful martial arts moves.

Right, left and rolling fists, the shield scratches and dodges.

This is - the two-fisted martial arts "Pudgerize".

I don't see how you use jabs like modern boxing, but fisting back is fast.

Sometimes Dimaldo's own speed was increasing, and many of the fists coming at him described it as a series of cannon Straight hits and had no problem.

- Nevertheless.

It is unclear how this man could have happened, but there are certain things.

King Aldia was expecting this.

That's why he let the stretcher transport be helped by drift protection. If he were a general soldier, he would have been killed without the skill to exchange to a leopard dimard.

(I don't know why - for now,)

I'm not going to be inferior to each other with fists.

He dived into the black left, which was swallowed from the side,

(Stop!)

I slammed my full right body into Dimaldo's belly.

Over the abdomen, it conveys the feeling of a broken rib several times. - But.

I don't even mind that, the opponent waved his right fist toward the face of a tight drift guard.

"Hey!?

Exactly a piece of paper. A black, auspicious style made the universe dance a few hairs of an aggressive boy.

"Ku......!

Now Dimaldo is not in pain. But that's something I could have predicted at a time when I didn't mean to pass my crushed jaw.

Again, the only way to target the face - is to kill it.

Kill? With this hand. Can you kill people?

Anxiety pushes the thought of drift protection in a negative direction. Exactly the moment Zombies say hello and the drift protection fears the possibility of continuing to move even after destroying the head,

A tease and an out of place sound echoed in the alley.

"Ah..."

The next thing I heard was a high, young exclamation. And

"... Mmm."

The voice of King Ardia, who noticed something and pushed it to death.

Liquid shield will not distract you from your enemies, but will only allow your gaze to circle over you without warning.

――――

Dimaldo diagonal back to the right. In a dark, narrow alley aisle, when I was about six years old - there was a figure of a child still young and small, not even old enough to call him a boy. I'm stunned to dye that look just because you perceived the noisy atmosphere or saw something you shouldn't have seen.

I guess I got lost in this alley by chance.

I still haven't noticed Dimaldo facing the drift protection. Run, speak up and you will be enlightened. If that happens, can we protect him in this state against...

As everyone stops moving instantly, only the bottle that the child seems to have kicked unknowingly rolls by and makes a kink noise against the wall. Besides thoughts, loud, clear sounds.

It was enough to be noticed.

Dimaldo, who circled his neck, looked at the discovered child often -

(Now...!

Exactly the moment the driftshield tried to attack, the blonde fist kicked the ground with the beast's speed. At a terrible rate, towards the little stray.

"Come on -!"

Even if the drift guard chases aggressively,

"Ugh, wow!

I didn't make it to the end, and the storm fist waved.