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

Aerial with no escape. Still, the opponent prevented a flame blow.

But there is no more earth to land there. All you have to do is drink to the far down Nara.

The boy on the verge of falling, and his eyes met.

That man named Arima Current Protection, who lost his scaffold and was no longer other than being sucked under the cliff,

I was laughing.

Whatever.

I just laughed at him for falling into the brilliance of things.

At that moment, Dino reaches certainty.

(Koitz, from the beginning -)

That's the discomfort I remembered on the verge of a clash on this occasion.

When I didn't let go of my luggage and carried it.

He wanted to avoid a fight with something, but he finally decided to fight Dino with his stomach bracketed - it wasn't.

Carry your luggage so you can escape at any time. Do everything you can to make it smell serious. The result was a casual blow, and a fall.

To escape, I succeeded.

Dino was put on a decent ride and tricked.

Walk over to the cliff. If you look down, there were big ripples in the lake far down. That's - a testament to the man's success in escaping.

"F......"

Yeah. It's not even surprising. From the beginning, the man wanted to avoid struggling with himself. Thorough head, just a story that goes through its purpose.

"Fuha, hahaha......"

I'm crazy about myself being stunningly deceived by things, but at the same time I think such a small worker is somehow like that boy, and a laugh comes in.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Oh, I'm feeling it.

Fun, he said.

Sometimes this isn't bad enough, I suppose.

(Shh... I don't know)

A little laugh, Dino conceives satisfactorily.

As a matter of fact, catching up from now on is not otherwise difficult. If you apply the technique, it's easy to jump. You'll be glad to show up in front of the boy you care about that made you run away, and see your surprised face again.

Though.

"... Pep"

Wipe your mouth with your thumb. Dino also proves that he is a son of man, red blood. Long time flushed vermilion.

Confronted and convinced. That man is stronger than before.

A grey hand wrapped around both arms widens the range of tactics while also increasing the speed. How delicious it would be to be able to withstand your own flames. I'm just worried about the material.

- Is he going to be the main dish after all?

It is still suspicious when it comes to whether there are any other participants in this martial arts festival, which I have to say is boring at the moment. It's not a bad idea to keep the fun for the last time. The thought arose that it would be a waste to eat it here.

Above all,

…………

Destination. An unusual presence appeared halfway down the road trying to turn back to the woods.

That should be described as full-body armor, or not. Metal texture that covers the whole body, not the metaphor. while a strange outfit that sticks perfectly like the black outfit the assassin wraps around and reveals the lines of his body. But for some reason, only the parts of both arms are unusually thick. I get a terribly distorted impression while in the shape of a person.

Even his age and gender seemed unknown, but he was definitely a man because of his physique.

"What the... armor? Dassey sole. Isn't it hot? Its cool."

If Dino throws his voice as he laughs with his nose,

"Haha... I'm comfortable with my thoughts, this is it"

What returned was the voice of an unexpectedly squeamished old man. Despite the fact that even the part of the face is completely covered, the voice sounds clear without creeping.

"... so? Kotto said he came out on purpose... you're gonna fight me, aren't you? Ozychan."

"You are the one who wronged..." "Penta."

"Uh? Ma, yeah."

"Oh, still. I've fought as hard as I have now... let me indulge you. The boy I was confronting was awesome too...... after all, the chosen one is different. Shall I call the boulder the Son of God... a practice to the point of horror. If it is... it deserves it"

Speaking emotionally in a voice that even contains joy, the old man with all his body metal takes a step forward.

"I used to serve God and... I belonged to the Jed Metiu Divine Church and I also sat down to preach doctrine in one country. Ultimately, we're going to be in" Il Ish. "

Jed Metiu Divine Church.

A sect that, as its name suggests, adheres to the Creating God Jed Metiu, with a large number of followers in several countries, the number of whom amounts to approximately 400,000. number enough to exceed the total population of Raindeer. Once, Dino's parents were also believers. If you walk through the city, it's not surprising that a few of those around you may be believers. It is the largest religious organization in both names.

… but with a larger number of people, it can also be said that it is easier to conceive heterogeneous things for that matter.

Within the Church of God there existed a party made up of those who were particularly faithful and who should also be called fanatics.

Its name is' Il Ish '.

Those who do not even hate to act on the idea that God is everything and throw out their lives. It is often especially alienated and neglected because it tries to make its blind faith the only absolute and also to push it hard on others. Exactly, it was called the 'Darkness' of the Order.

The troublesome thing is that in that darkness there are also many who possess power. It is also said that such a person will be born in the repetition of the devout but thus increasing his status within the Church and further deepening his faith by considering his birth to be due to the mercy of God, but the truth is uncertain.

Now, such are they - 'Penta' for 'Il Ish' is the one chosen by God. It is also recognized by God as equally present.

If so, Dino will be an admirable subject for this old man - though.

"... 'Il ish'... was, ye"

Past form.

This means that I am not the submissive God I am now. But.

"Your ex-companion, he's got a lot going on, right?

I don't think this man's former compatriots - the other fanatics "Il Ish" - will allow him to leave. First of all, no doubt, they're going to be after your life.

"Yes. So I paid for the firepowder that would take me down. With your own hands."

slightly head up, the old man speaks as he nostalgic. Because of its metal outfit, the expression can't even peek at the dust.

"More than seventy years after receiving raw. I have never seen God before. You never offered me a hand in salvation when I was in distress."

Shit. Hold a fist wrapped in steel. Its fingers, covered in silver without gaps, seemed to bend incredibly flexibly, however.

"So. Protect yourself. I will cut my own path. And I realized that was the truth."

That's where I got there alive for a long time. He said it was the finished arrival point. Dino returns a mockery at the heavily said metal old man.

"Hmm. At that age, finally you realize such a natural trick? You've gone a long way, Ozzy Chan."

"Mr. Duen!? What do you mean? Violation of the terms? That armored person? The contents look like old people...... that armor doesn't work!?

The use of firearms is also permitted if the heavenly banquet is within the scope of being brought in individually. Its all-body armor is odd to shape, but I don't even think it goes against the provisions otherwise.

I guess that's what you thought, Scenomea getting confused by the pressing air. In response to her like that, Duen answered without taking his eyes off the black water mirror.

'That's... it's not just armor or anything'

'Huh?'

'Absolutely… from the next time, you have to incorporate it firmly into the policy'

Like, man, Duen throws up and throws up with his sigh.

'For example… the provisions of the heavenly banquet do not state' No cannons allowed '. This is because there is no such thing as a human being who brings such things in without being told. Because common sense is impossible without even thinking about it. "

No matter how 'anything' it is, there is an individual skill - a martial arts festival competing for strength. There can be no such thing as someone who brings in artillery. As a premise that doesn't have to be told, an implicit understanding, a story that just isn't written down at all.

'The armor that the man is wearing... is never just armor or anything like that. It's a weapon, something you might call it. "

Its thinly narrowed eyes dwell even the colour of contempt.

'We call that armed... for convenience, the Iron Machine Curse' Balghan '.... I didn't expect to bring in such a substitute... nor did the skilled magician Badaluye Becker... it's a fallen thing'

With a slightly spared voice, it was zero.

A metal sound that sounds through the mirror, Kashan,.

(Oh, no, that...)

Yukizaki Sakuragiri, from a country called Japan, just looks out.

A slim steel outfit that should be called a cybersuit, not badly resembling a fantasy-colored worldview, on the level of civilization, or on a venue competing for individual force.

its left arm. An unusually thick area from elbow to wrist opened in a baccarat as it blossomed.

(Is that..., a machine, right...?

The machine itself also exists in this world. It is, for example, a clock gear, a fixed function of a cold-surgery device, or a whisper used primarily in everyday life.

But this' machine 'seems like an area to be called futuristic -' machine '.

The old man in iron, duen in the explanatory seat, called Badaluye Becker, stuck his right hand inside his open left arm and wandered roughly.

'I... have to challenge. You have to know.'

It's like taking out something you're storing there.

"This power that has repelled every man. Whether this power, which continues to triumph, is universal even against those chosen by God. '

It's like taking it out - not. In fact, I took out what was stored there. That unusually thick arm is a hangar.

That's it.

Badalje put up a 'it' gripped in his right hand and stood toward Dino.

As it should be, say it as it should be.

"Come on... shouldn't we get started"

- What are you talking about? This guy.

Sakuragiri kept staring at the black water mirror, but I could only think so flashly.

"... can't you make it"

You must mean the expedited standby squad. Duen's faint whine - a frustrating voice - was heard aboard the correspondence.

Naturally. You can't even make it.

Because.

This old iron man has it in his right hand. Though it has an old fashioned design that is slightly different from what I know. It's directed at a young man named Dino. I don't care what you think.

A pistol, because it is.

"Are we done talking? I don't know what you're going to do with a toy."

Should it be taken for granted? Beautiful young men who won't even know about the existence of a pistol make a mockery of it without fear. I will. He said he was being stuck at the muzzle.

(Hey, Ma..., wait, wait, wait, if you can't -)

From there, it was too instantaneous.

Okay, I'm coming.

At the same time as the declaration of the old man.

Bang, and dry sound.

…… …………

Exhalation of a young man with a frown root. Blood tide blowing out.

Dino looking down at his body with a face like he doesn't know what happened. From a hole worn on the flank, an overflowing red...

Pan, pan, and.

Two, three shots.

Dino, who went on to get bullets to his chest and forehead, falls on his back as a matter of course. Exactly, video like TV drama.

The red-haired young man leaned about and fell to the grasshopper below, where there were steps of a few meters.

A person is shot with a pistol and the natural end to visiting as a result.

Such a sight was vividly reflected through a black water mirror.