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

Dino Gailroen, who was strolling through the forest, laid down somewhat on a dim rock. Throw out the bags of supplies that were on your shoulders.

Without any concern, I slapped the mossy old tree trunk next door with a concoction. The surface is rough as a dragon's skin, so hard that I feel something of a glowing vigor or strength.

It's like...

(Plant grudge demon...... that's a mighty kanji)

It would not be a tribute to the trees of the Holy Land. If the people of Lefe had heard it, it seemed like an angry expression, but this would certainly not make it 'easy' to fall even in the flames of Dino. At least, the forest didn't seem to burn by the flames.

"Ha ha..."

That leaks nature and sigh.

Though I gained momentum to participate. On second thought, there's only one person at the moment who's confirmed himself as someone you can enjoy, that dark-haired brave man. The example performer group Orchester, even two, including a giant man named Chav, whom Debias was taking with him. Most of them are elephants that fly if they blow.

It's too much trouble to look for gold out of a lot of sand. I used to call myself "Dob Saara" and I wanted to meet the mighty.

Is it best to wait for someone who doesn't move out of you for no reason and seems responsive to you to stay?

Dino thought I'd make a meal out of it.

It exploded.

Two, three shots. The attack technique of being knocked in with the aim of a red-haired youth rolls up one dust after another. More concentrated fire was showered, and the figure was completely swallowed up into the earthen smoke.

"... you've done too much."

Zorro Zorro and out come the poorly resembled foursome men. It could have been a sight where the bad guys appeared to have unilaterally attacked the irresistible, if not within the 'garden of the poles'.

In the smoke you can stand in, the men laugh at each other proudly for their results.

"It's a pre-amateur problem when you start sitting around early and getting bogged down. I don't know if there's a Koyu guy or if he's so oily."

"Ooh, that was fast, huh? How many minutes from the opening? This is the first time we've destroyed it!?

There. Ha-ha-ha, and - I heard a sneeze in the wrong place. Then the voice continues coughing up with the geese.

The four men face to face. Not ourselves. If...

I turned to you as everyone showed me. To the other side of the smokescreen, tapping into the art of fury.

The more I lose, the more I get, the clearer my vision. There,

"... oh, the sand... Pep, I would have gotten it in my nose and in my eyes. You can't do this to me."

There is no scratch, the appearance of a red-haired young man who has not left it slightly motionless while sitting.

……

The men lag behind unexpectedly.

I knocked in the usual attack technique. Instead of the collar coming off, that's not so strange that 'unfortunate accidents' happen.

That's - completely intact. Rising sand and dust, to the extent that the terminal face is slightly dirty.

"... I'd like to see a lot of people participate, and I have to reduce it with Temei."

Beating the dust out of your clothes, you look like a bottomless pain in the ass.

But distorted the edge of his mouth into the shape of a grin, the Red Lotus man rose up.

The chieftaincy among the four asks, letting them pull their cheeks as they see how it goes.

"... brother. Shall I ask your name?"

"It's Dino."

"We're..."

"You're a bandit."

"... you don't listen well. What makes you think that?

"The assault technique itself is ripe... but if you are a mercenary or adventurer used to fighting, you will not show up while there is no certainty that you have finished your opponent. But he said he'd come out of nowhere, and if he tapped into the technique, he could control it at that point. Well, they only dealt with weaker guys than himself. I mean, a bandit."

The chief laughed nicely at Dino's words,

"Jee, Kale! Enclose! Tow it!

Follow the immediately flown instructions and the four deploy quickly and evenly.

"Whoa."

Even while Dino is surprised at the handiwork, they shoot off the attack technique at the exact same time. The colors are silver and crimson. A fierce barrage is stretched out by water and flaming rapids, in the meantime pushing one into the soil smoke where he could stand. And the last one called in the wind to sweep the spot.

Rising sand and soil are scattered and good vision returns. There's...

"Narhod, you're out of control. It's not like the chimps around here."

There was a figure of a young man sitting without a scratch.

"... heh, it's Mr. Colored Man. Can you afford to look at this?

Hearing one of the men speak,

Dino opens his eyes.

What the man is holding is - a bag that wasn't brown. Bags with supplies, starting with arcilegna leaves. Each of the four of them carries a bag on his back one by one. Otherwise, a bag of 'fifth' hanging from your hand.

"Whoa?"

Thus, the noticed Dino turns his gaze to the place. In other words, go to the rock where you yourself sat until earlier. I should have thrown it out there - my bag, it was gone.

"Ha."

But the fine dust is not upset either, and the transcendent rather laughs with pleasure.

"Ouioi, I knew you were a bandit."

"My brother says things that aren't very popular. I just did what I asked for."

Martial arts festival provisions. "It is forbidden to take your luggage from the person you defeated".

That if you return the back - it's effective to take it away from the surviving opponent.

"Brother, you seem so proud of your arm... this one will let you fight while you fully recover to your point. Don't feel bad. Sounds pretty strong anyway, and forgive me for being so handy, huh?

"Kuk...... is sole enough?

"... what?

I don't know what Dino meant by the words he uttered, and the man frowns back and listens.

The transcendent of flames. Spread your arms and stand like a cross - let's.

He said, "Is the handler good enough for you?"

Blue bars floated on the men's foreheads. You don't mind that, the flaming man keeps rapping.

"Fine, don't hesitate. Well, I won't move from here. Don't worry, I won't move a step. So, how about I just use it...?

Say so. Pip, and - I showed you only one index finger on my left hand.

"Hahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

So, all at the same time. Quartet, set up a blackout from all directions.

There is an individual award called "The sweeper".

It can be considered a very difficult award to achieve, only those who have dealt with multiple rides on a single horse and exterminated them brilliantly will be eligible for the award.

At that moment, Dino Gailroen was first to be named as the subject of scrutiny.

"Excuse me, though. I'll let you act alone."

The three of us entered the garden from the north side, and the opening artillery rang and often.

With a mouthful like nothing, the boy - "Thirteen Martial Family" sword lineage was the warrior, Ergo Stijje said away.

Age sixteen. He looks young and young to call himself a warrior, but in this battlefield, where it's not strange when or where the enemy strikes from, he's amazingly calm - he's got a good look to say he's cold. The words that popped up were also out of the ordinary track.

"Ha!? Are you alone? What are you saying all of a sudden, you...!

Hazar Envilleo, who participates from the family line of canes, naturally shook his head to protest.

The "Thirteen Musketeers" taking part in this heavenly banquet are young - the three Ergo, Hazar and Digos are aimed at guiding the magician "Maygas" and others, who are seen by the public as the corner of the winning candidate, to hit the true winning candidate, Enrocak Stije.

Instructions have also been given not to follow them deeply if they are difficult to carry out, but to withdraw them without unnecessary wounds.

To be honest, the success rate is about 20%. From Hazar's eyes, I don't think it'll work.

Nevertheless, work is work. Regardless of whether you succeed or not, you just have to try. Fool, honestly, if you go home and say "I couldn't do it" or something with a body that's not hurt, you'll be branded incompetent.

Now we're about to go after Maygus, the magician who disappeared in the southwestern direction.

That's why...

"Hey, Ergo... are you gonna give up your assignment?

"No way. On the contrary, I'll try to achieve it in a better way."

Hazar finally realizes here.

A family of swords that will be floral among the "Thirteen Martial Family," an ergo that is regarded as its next main candidate - to the emotions that swirl within it.

It's anger.

"Like, our aim is to drain that Enrokaku. But if it's meant to be, it's not about wear and tear - it doesn't matter if you do."

"... ergo. Are you serious?

Hazar unwittingly frowns and asks in a voice questioning the sanity of the sword boy.

Because the 'end of the day' is impossible for these three, it's an instruction to at least aim for wear and tear. If it's easy to get rid of that guy, it hasn't been such a fuss in the first place.

"I mean it. Everyone underestimates me. Not even Mr. Duane. I admit that man is strong. I know a hundred people aren't easy opponents. But I'm better up there. I would be ashamed of such a defector... to kill for sure. I'll try to kill him."

The same family of swords, those who bear the name of the same Stijje.

No matter how exiled you are, as long as Enrokak is there, Ergo will never be recognized as the strongest.

"No, I don't know what it's like... Hey Digos, say something from you too"

Hazar waves to an oligarchy giant who has never uttered a word before, asking for help.

"............ I guess so"

But Digos kept looking at the woods with an illegible look, just returning vague words.

"Yeah, damn it! What to do -"

Hazar almost held his head by accident, at that moment.

Three feet exploded.

"..., chip!

Hazar accidentally strikes her tongue as she leaps and dances herself.

Enemy attack. Someone targeted me.

I meant to be in a hard place to find, but it seemed sweet. In the first place, was it a mistake to be interested in standing talked about for a long time?

Two or three shots and the technique of flying in to keep standing pierced the servant, striking a thick trunk and setting a spark. The fine branches bounce and fly, and the leaves of the trees dance.

Hiding behind a large tree, Hazar watched.

Silence to visit by.

I don't see the enemy. Are you letting yourself lurk over there and peering at the desk? How many? Does that mean you set up with three opponents, more than that? Or a skilled man who doesn't even hate a large number of opponents.

Ergo and Digos are also scattered in a sudden raid, making them invisible.

(Shit, I got an unpleasant leg...!

The young man of the wand held down the sigh he wanted to exhale in a grand way and began chanting to get out of this situation first.

"I don't know what the fuss was about, what was that earlier?"

A corner of the depressed forest.

The figure of the men gathered in the dim darkness created by the giant shadow reminds the flock of bats of the black cloak that surrounds them.

There are eight Demon Martial Artists, Maygas.

In the midst of the crushing feast that had already begun, they were relaxing on the rocks.

"Was that earlier?

"No, it was just as soon as it started. It was loud out there."

Immediately after the opening artillery had sounded, more vibrations were echoing from the outside. I know you heard it because you were in position near the outer periphery, but those are the cheers of the guests. Sometimes this thriving forest is highly soundproofed, and I didn't even know what happened.

"Early in the opening, isn't someone jerking off?

"Hahaha, don't get excited about that. It's not our monkey, is it? I was a little upset when I split the entrance."

Kaza, the "hunter" Venatr ", Hyonupapio of the" soldier "Hayada" and one other person are forced to act differently at the point of admission.

"Whatever."

Everyone's gaze gathers at the voices emanating from the center of the men in black.

"Whoever it is, it doesn't change how I win at the end of the day."

The leader of the magician Maygus - Dj Foul - is a jerk with a twisted look.

"So, what do you say, Dj Foul? An hour, as usual?

"Hum... for better or worse, it's a hacienda. It's going to take an hour and a half. If I hadn't checked before I went into the woods, I could have done it in advance."

Barbadorf asks the policy to Dj Foul, who answered as he dropped his gaze on both palms.

"What choice do I have? What are we gonna do? Are you waiting for me like this?

"Right."

Barbadorf tells me that the king of bats looks up.

"Bye, Barbados and the two of them, stay with me. Keep an eye on the enemy. Crush it if you find it. When I'm ready, move freely."

"Wirth."

"Temei and the other four, spread out now. Do whatever you want. Screw one more. I'll give him the medicine for what he did."

The subordinates, instructed by the chief, respond with a roar of veterinary stripping. It was the four of us trying to jump right out.

"Ooh, wait, wait. Before that. It was a toko to forget. You guys, -"

"... to?

The wind blowing in the blink of an eye, the noise of a stirring leaf rub.

One of my subordinates, who I thought was just misheard, had accidentally turned his suspicious face towards Dj Foul.

"Don't be a boss, hurry up"

"Yeah, but... uh"

But what happens? If you do that - if you follow that order, what happens?

"The people who were to enter from the south also obeyed. Hyunu papio, of course, and the bastards of Kazaa."

"Really..."

"Hurry up. Motherfucker. I'm gonna disqualify you here."

"Ohh... Ohh..."

If I said so, this chief executes relentlessly.

- Well, what do you call that emotion?

I don't know, but I don't want Ji Foul to fall on me anyway. I have a problem with the pills... I can't put them on the maniac psychic, Ehier Zahee. The man hastily followed the life of the chief.

- I can see it.

Black forest wrapped in dark, dense signs. A dense forest of demons that doesn't know when or where to start and what will strike.

It was Enrokaku, who had not stepped into the land in roughly a decade, but the sense of obstruction and oppression characteristic of the 'garden of the infinite' seemed unchanged from that of the time.

What's changing is - yourself.

Visible.

He would also have succeeded in the fasting method passed down to the refe from time immemorial, "When" in Sai "Monoimi".

Even in this forest, which is dim and the art of detection doesn't work - I can feel everything around me as if I'm looking down from the overlook.

About thirty miles ahead, alone to hide in the gaps of the trees. About fifty miles to the left, one at the foot of a cliff that cuts off. I can't see both sides, but I haven't noticed the subject either.

I know. I can grasp everything.

"K, kuk..."

This is no longer a battlefield for the warriors to compete in.

Hunting grounds.

A black beast named Enrokaku is the feeding ground for hunting two hundred ravens.

But. So, it's not the end. The purpose is not that.

- Enrokak Stijje's true purpose is not to decorate the winner of the heavenly banquet, etc.

(Where?)

Blood-running eyes, the black giant beast searches.

(Where are you?)

The sacrifice you need to fulfill your true true true true sense.