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

"... Bu, ha!

I put my finger on the rock edge and left it to my arm to crawl up. Moss algae tangled in the body are like the hands of a deceased trying to drag him back to the water field. Abominably shaken away, the drift shelter finally fulfils its return to shore.

"Yo... just...!

He threw out a bag on his back as he rolled, becoming a big letter and breathing roughly. As he falls, he looks up at the cliffs that soar - the walls that he has fallen.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

You fell out of there, and your liver got cold. If you're a man, you're tall enough to make certain areas hump.

Still managed to maintain a watering posture and succeeded in minimizing the impact.

If I had fainted, my collar would have come off and treated me like a loser. Before that, is it more of a problem to drown to death? There I had no choice but to believe in my tenacity in this world anymore. If it was a gravitationally strong Earth, this might not have worked.

(… a gravitationally strong Earth, or)

The boy laughs bitterly when he realizes that it is only natural for him to think by a different world standard called Grimcrows.

(even if…)

- A critical bet. It was a last resort.

Preliminary materials also knew that the existence of this pale lake was as deep as it could jump in. Before climbing the hill, I had also confirmed with my own eyes that the lake was here.

So, just an encounter with Dino.

I thought I could use my armor to hold it in without wearing out, but it still couldn't have worked that well.

Eight or one, he ran up the hill betting that the destination was a terrain where he could jump into the lake. Expected to be able to escape as is or a third party cross spear would enter, but would reach that cliff without it.

Anyway, the bet is a success. The cliff was cut at right angles. If it was a slope and followed the lake, it could not be used as an escape route.

That's how Dino, sharp and cautious, managed to make him smell like he was' serious' - mistakenly thinking he was willing to fight, and succeeded in seeing the gaps and jumping in.

If you can now mistake Dino for victory, it is a great success as a drift shield.

but it's about that guy. By now, you may have noticed you've been deceived.... some of them are sending all the laughs at the moment they work.

(Damn... I'm not saying I won't fight you...)

If only I had gone on more than that.

Patience, I can't...

(... Well,)

Slap yourself on the cheek and change your mind.

For one thing, there's no sign of Dino coming after us. but there is also no certainty that I gave up.

I've landed flashy before. If there was anyone nearby, they might come here caught by sound. You should leave this place as soon as possible.

"…, go……, go…"

I tried to get up, but my legs fluttered. Exactly, my health is getting drained...

As I stepped on it, the gutter and the forward bush swayed.

He was an uprooted guardian, but he appeared scratching the servant at the

"... Mm, isn't it Lord Lugo!

"Ah... Mr. Gonder..."

Call yourself the Misty Ice Magician in the care of the inn. We were splitting up under oath of good fight before we started, it was Gonder Shrimp Seal.

The heavenly banquet is also already less than three hours from the start. I wonder how many fierce fights this man has also been diving through. The crisp black courtesy clothes are, by the way, rubbed off and dirty with dirt and blood. Fine cuts were also running the line on the forehead, which was rounded out because of its all-back hairstyle.

"Earlier water sounds… did you fall from above?"

Gonder asks in a bewildered manner, comparing the rising wall to the wet stream protection of his whole body.

"Ha... no, hey, I ran into a Dino bastard"

"Oh my God! So he..."

"I can't. I've managed to escape and it looks like this. You're not the one who can fight while thinking about keeping warm."

It's not like I didn't have the thought that getting Farvnar's protective gear would make it easier for me to stand around than before.

But it was outrageous. Without a doubt, Dino has raised his arms more than before.

"I'm... stronger now, huh?

It sounded faint in the middle of a riot, just like that word.

Honestly, so much so that I can't even imagine a diagram of the other participants wounding that guy. If we win the heavenly banquet, we will meet again in response. Decide the winner, then. As for the actual confronted exodus shield, I don't think so as a joke.

... I'll keep the settlement until then.

"There doesn't seem to be any noticeable scratches... but you're exhausted enough. People might come with that falling sound. Let's move the field a little. Give me a hand."

"Oh Thankyou......"

It was generously sweet and a drift protection to start traveling while giving Gonder a shoulder.

In the woods a little further than the lake. Sitting on a shaded rock with lots of shields, stream protection rests the body.

"Gu......!

If I removed the painful right arm hand, the area from wrist to forearm was stained purple. I'm having internal bleeding.

So far, I've 'undergone' a variety of techniques. Again, especially the invisible blow of that fat man and Dino's flaming pillar were intense. Is it inevitable that this will happen?

"You should treat it. What about the Arsilegna leaves?

"It's in a bag for once, but I don't really want to use it..."

Reminds me of my earlier conversation with Dino.

Arsilegna leaves. Because of its overly high effect, it can blunt perception and judgment.

"Not if you're reluctant. You're gonna lose your right arm like this. That right fist will embody your two names."

"Right..."

If the right fist becomes unusable, it will result in a significant loss of fighting power. You can't lose this martial arts festival.

"... I don't know what else to do"

Remove one large swing of leaves from the wet and heavy bag.

"How am I supposed to use it? This."

"You just have to crush it and hit the affected area. Later, the effect appears."

It was also quite appropriate to be honest when I helped that young man who was in a critical condition, but there was no problem with such a procedure. No matter how you use it, it will be highly effective.

Food and maps in the contents are also sucked in water and messed up, but whatever they are, chop the tips of the leaves and hit them on the arms. Rinse and apply seeping green juice. It is then also addressed to the fine wounds on the body.

Three arcilegna leaves fed.

I use one for that young man, and this is how I use one myself. Outside. Lightly, there's only one left.

It will also be important to know how to use this last one in the future. You must avoid using it early and then running out of breath, or spare no effort to keep it warm.

"Um... how many guys have you knocked down so far?

Exchange information to understand the current situation while applying the treatment.

"... you're six. What about you?"

Gonder inquires with a strange face as he counts his earned rings.

"Maybe fifteen or so. One of these days, I think there are four of them from Magic Fighter" Maygas ". I failed, I kept the ring so badly that I couldn't figure out the exact number of people."

"Huh, that's a boulder. Will we have defeated nearly twenty first?"

Something like a rehearsal knocking down about five to ten people per person? The status quo that has stopped encountering others. But we still don't see a 'launch fire' of letting each other know where we are. The numbers have decreased considerably, but it still seems far from a showdown.

"But... with all that number down, is the injury about its right arm? A boulder."

"Looks like you're not hurt badly either..."

But to the language of drift protection, the Misty Ice Mage leaks a self-derisive grin.

"No... I've already run out of Arsilegna leaves too. I only used the last one a short time ago. I don't feel tired or hurt right now... but if the leaves run out, I'll feel comfortable falling in."

"Right..."

In that way, both sides, often silent.

…………

It was a little puzzling.

Finished exchanging some information and a paragraph conversation. But Gonder hasn't asked the shield yet.

One of the purposes for which drift protection appeared. Gonder would also be aware.

The purpose is to crush the demon warrior Maygus and others and clear Myol of his carelessness. Knowing that, he won't ask.

"Did you run into their leader, Dj Foul? You could have knocked him down?".

The only reason you haven't asked me that is because...

"Hey, Mr. Gonder."

"Mm. What's up?"

"Could you have... not even run into Dj Foul?

I mean, Gonder is better, I've already encountered Dj Foul. And that man hasn't fallen off yet, and he knows he's alive. That's why I'm not asking.

"... you are... sharp"

As I noticed, the mouthcloth mercenary shook his head vertically.

"... about twenty minutes before I met you. North of here... in the evergreen square, he sat in dignity without hiding himself."

There was Dj Foul, just one.

He thought it was an opportunity.

It was also God's pleasure to discover that man in this way. It's bad for homeless protection, but I approached him with the intention of fulfilling Myol's hatred.

"There were about thirty miles from him. He didn't realize this way. … but… there is something near there… as if someone who is not a person is lurking…"

He said he felt strange signs. There's definitely only one Dj Foul there. approached carefully. I don't see any other magician, Maygus. But - a different atmosphere, drifting around. Disturbing signs, like someone lurking their breath.

An inquiry developed as a mercenary issued a warning to move away from the scene now.

"... I may have been swallowed"

I don't know what that weird feeling was. But there is certainty - and Gonder seeped a bitter colour in his voice.

"I... am a coward. With the intention of avenging Lord Myol... I cowered him in front of me."

To the repentant man, the exodus returned frank words that would not be adorned.

"I think it's good. So."

"Nah...... what a good thing! I... fled before the enemy I had to defeat...!

"So, if you got stuck in a gy foul and you lost, it doesn't mean anything. I... think so."

That was back when homeless people were in elementary school.

In front of the station, I saw a group of high school students wandering by the side of the road and becoming a nuisance around them. Flash-dyed blonde hair, a short packed school run, and a grand fuzzy cigarette.

I can easily imagine what kind of people they are, and what kind of protection they were children.

So a serious salesman-like man came by and cautioned them.

"Stop because it will be a nuisance around you," he said.

Unfortunately, should it be taken for granted? There was no reason for the high school students to honestly listen, and the man was slapped and rolled to the ground.

At the point before the rubbing happened, someone must have already reported it. A policeman rushed in and the scene was ruled.

Once, an old man who slammed his career into shelter said. I don't give a shit. In a sweet tone.

"Nothing is more pointless than righteousness without power."

It is certainly good to tell people who work evil to "stop doing that". There will also be courage. But what if it is returned with violence? If you don't have the skill to protect yourself from that barbarity, you shouldn't insist cheaply, even though it's good.

I'm not going to say that's an absolute way of thinking. But that event I saw in front of the station and the teacher's words are one of the great foundations in shaping the current protection today.

meaningless such as crushing balls without winning. If you can't win, you can entrust it to someone. I was reporting an unknown incident in front of the station, like someone else.

"Thanks to Mr. Gonder for telling me... I can go beat up Dj Foul. If you had lost to him, I wouldn't have gotten that information here."

Someone who can beat you, you can leave it to me. That's never in the irresponsible sense of throwing it at someone or running away.

Most of all - the boy who didn't like it asked for help to turn to the 'entrusted side'.

I mean, you just have to do what you can do to yourself. The boy thinks so.

"... but..."

"Ha-ha-ha! What do you want me to do with Dj Foul?

A third party voice abruptly broke in, blocking the words of the Misty Ice Mage.

The drift guard and gonder face each other like they were bounced.

Moss and green stained, giant trees ahead. Above it, branches that reproduce about four meters high from the ground - in a special thick bottle, a black shadow seated.

Since when did you fulfill it? A skinny man with wings woven in a pitch-black cloak was looking down at the two over height.

"Kill me a hundred times while you guys are swallowing up. That's how you can't kill Dj Foul. What can I do for you in the first place?"

Flipping a bare cloak, the man lands surprisingly lightly.

Is that the hallmark of the race of the magician Maygus and others? Thin cheeks so thin that it is not an exaggeration to describe them as spilling. Due to the small amount of meat, both eyes look like they are about to pop out.

Its physical characteristics are often common with those Dj Fouls and Barbados, as well as with the first engaged Hyonupapio. Most of all, it could be said that in this very group of magicians called "Maygus".

- Totally.

……

The opponent is the magician Maygus. Enemies to crush without question.

Shut up and try to protect yourself.

"Wait."

Stopped in the form of a gonder interrupting.

"Lord Lugo. You should be prepared for Ji Foul and keep your health warm. This guy... I'll take it."

"Hahaha, you're a badass. - What do you mean, take it? You want me to fight alone?

Magician Maygus laughs as he spits.

At first glance, little things round out. Man like a cheap chimp - but no.

There is not a single scratch on the skinny face, and there is not a single glitch on the cloak of wrapped length. Three and a half hours from the start. Despite the scratches and fatigue caused by driftshields and gonders.

"... Mr. Gonder. This guy..."

"I know."

Strong. Obviously not like Hyunnupapio, who was instantly killed by Liquid Protection at the opening, or the terminals who have defeated him along the way. Billy and perceptible atmosphere.

"That's why. It's no good wasting your power here."

To block, the Misty Ice Mage stands.

"As I said earlier...... I am at the earliest, near the limit. The effect of war boosting and sinking by the leaves of Arsilegna will not be far off."

Then the mercenary looks to the enemy.

"I have fled the enemy in distress before, at least to destroy it. The flames of this fighting spirit, before they go away. And... to help you and Lord Myol, albeit with a small amount of strength. Let me wield my power. I'll take care of this place, move on."

"... well"

I'm not willing to make a crappy concession in this situation. As for drift protection, in fact, it was a thankful suggestion.

As much as I have now, I think of drift protection. You can do what you can. Oddly enough to embody it, the Misty Ice Mage stood before the bad guy.

"I'll take care of it, Mr. Gonder. Boss, are the monkeys... in the north square?"

"I hope it's been working since then. If you look at the map and go along the river, you'll get there without hesitation."

"Ooh. See you later."

"Accepted. Pray for good luck"

Finishing the exchange with a view to the enemy, the drift shield turns its back without hesitation.

What floats in its face is a hella thin laugh.

He was the man from Maygus, the magician who was watching rather than jamming the conversation between the two of them.

"Ho ho"

As soon as the drift guard returned his heel and walked out, he threw the knife unconstitutionally toward its back.

cancer, and the dull sound blocks its rays.

The silver blade changed its orbit at right angles and poked a scone right into the trunk beside it. Gonder, who bounced off the fierce blade with an ice shield created on his right arm, throws a sharp gaze.

"Can you only imitate despicably? I'm your opponent. If you want to go after him, you can do it after you defeat me."

"Ahhh, hihihihi"

Even though he gets thrown away and misplaced drifting shields look away, the magician Maygus doesn't even try to show a rush bareback.

"What's wrong? If you don't take me down and follow me soon, he'll be under your command."

"It's not something else. I don't even think Dj Foul is going to lose, and if he's going to lose..."

"Next time, if I'm not in my head, it's just a story, right?

Gonder sighs inside, wondering if the crowd gathers. This level of fellowship among these people, in the end. As the most mercenary-operated, dirty worker who has experienced many times, I am not in a position to say something great.

A shield also appears on the left arm, and the mercenary stands low.

"I am Gonder Shrimp Seal, the Misty Ice Mage. What's your name, you black outlaw?"

The skinny black shadow facing each other sets in a constant slight grin.

"Name hey......, all the time!

Moments.

Leaving his voice behind, he disappeared.

Fast enough to be so illusory. It's not just fast. I'm skillful at foot lifting.

"- Kaza Farnez"

Maygus, a demon martial artist who stood instantly close to Gonder, makes a name for himself.

"The attribute is -" slaughter ". It's Dj Foul's... it's my brother!

That's how they wielded the right arm of the handless.

- Thoughts rush through the moment.

Bare hands. It's not a blow that feels threatening at all, even if it's an auspicious arm like a shield. but the attribute is - slaughter? An attribute I've never even heard of. And then he said he was Dj Foul's brother...?

A rumbling ominous hunch.

Trajectory followed by flashing fingertips.

- Along the way. There was a left flank of the gonder, which was spitefully turning itself upside down.

The annoying feeling that it conveys.

Shortly afterwards, a blood splash erupted like an explosion.

"What, ahhhhhh!?"

In a state of exaltation and sinking caused by the leaves of Arsilegna, it should be noted that the severe pain runs through the body. The mercilessly mutilated flank of Gonder scattered pain and blood.

(... slaughter, attribute uhh... so...? What is that 'hand'...!?

Right hand of Kaza Farnese with bits of fingertips. There's no brilliance of art there, it just looks handless. But this cut must undoubtedly have been carved by its bare hands.

Such an arm can be swung up just as high as a long sword.

"Bye, miscellaneous fish!

"Gu...!

Relentlessly, a real sword and no different slaughter came down to Gonder.