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

"Grr......!

What flew from behind was a light strip of sharpness that didn't seem like water. The parabola of silver, in which the family line of canes chooses the shoulders of the young Hazar Envilleo without shallow, flies forward, including a slight pearlescent color.

"That hurts, you son of a bitch...!

While holding his shoulders, Hazar looked back behind him.

Assassins coming after us. A skinny man named Barbadorf, one of the magicians Maygas. Its black shadow follows without delay, even though it runs around the woods in which it entered. On the contrary, he had released his surgery several times, causing Hazar to be wounded. Even though he occasionally strikes back, the black shadow swoops slowly.

On the contrary...

"Oops."

A blow flying from Barbados flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow, not towards Hazar.

"Guh!"

Shortly after, someone's scream wooded.

Should it be taken for granted? It was not infrequent for other participants to launch attacks against two people who run through the woods without regard. All that, this Barbados is destroying without difficulty.

(... this guy gets used to the field... and he's really strong... but)

That's why. If you can hit Enrokak Stijje, that should work great too.

We're looking around for that Enrokaku, but we're not exactly running around in this wide forest without a clue.

Due to his past war history and the characteristics of that man, he had an idea of where he was likely to go.

Enrokak Stijje lacks moisture only in the water bottles supplied because of their giant size. As a result, they tend to cross springs and rivers where quality water can be consumed.

If you go around the water field, you're likely to encounter it.

"- Whoa!

The brilliance of silver flies through the trees.

(... Damn, please, it's Ergo to Digos..., you guys pull some of the demon fighter "Maygus" guys too...?

Breathing in, Hazar accelerated again.

……

There is no change in scenery. Forest roads with mossy giant trees stretching like struts. Above it, the light leaking neglectfully out of the leaf gap. River spiral heard from a slightly further away position. At first glance, there is nothing different from the path he has taken so far.

But Enrokak Stijje felt a slight change of air and was stopping his leg.

"-Hey, you realize that. A boulder."

What echoed was a slightly youthful, irresistibly elevated voice.

What emerged loosely from between the trees was one boy who was not old enough, not unlike his voice.

Saggy chestnut hair. The face is rather thin and the body is also small. Young people who seem too close to each other in this battlefield of washing blood with blood. But who it is - the family of swords is the next candidate for the presidency, Ergo Stijje.

"I don't care if you rot, Stije's human...... is that the place? Odysan."

"... it's you..."

"-"

Ergo bites his back teeth into Enrokaku's whining like he was discouraged to see the person who came out.

"Hey. How do you think I showed up here?

"You don't have a mirror. Don't worry, the Duane guy won't see you."

"That's okay. Because."

Ergo, who dared to expose herself to Enrokaku in the spaces where the audience would be blind spots, laughs thinly, distorting the edges of her mouth.

"If Mr. Duane sees you... you could be mad at me. Magician" Maygus "? They told me to hit the Odysan with some miscellaneous fish."

"If I kill Odysan directly in front of you... you're gonna break my word."

A thin, white light lit on Ergo's right hand. Attributes with luminescence are limited. The scorching heat of the flames or the flashes of thunder.

Enrokak could tell from the dazzling colour that wrapped its palms that

"Thunder."

"- Phew."

the words. At the same time the sword boy laughs with his nose,

Glow.

The blink of an instant was burning Enrokak's vision.

"Hazy, yeah. Dubbo the Out of the Army."

instantaneously, so white darkness that it smears your vision without sound. Flashing when lightning strikes, Ergo mocks, though.

Faster than Enrocak's vision returned, the white light wrapped around Ergo's right arm concentrated with the shape of a curved blade.

to the abdomen of a blackening giant,

"- I'll wholesale you pretty"

A flash of both breaks slammed into the horizontal giraffe.

Hard response to prove a direct hit.

But it was Ergo Stijje who kept an eye out there.

Light swords that easily sweep by the human body. Such a complete white flash was certainly swinging to Enrokak's abdomen - but without breaking its torso, it was stopped by something unseen. Like a rusty scarecrow with no teeth standing on a hard giant tree.

The identity is the wind.

I notice it for the first time in the near future.

An invisible thin film of wind that encloses the entire body of Enlocac. An unrecognizably fine stream of wind if not in front of you. The absolute barrier, wrapped in harshness when a tornado bounces everything it touches. This must be exactly the technique to prevent such accidents and assassinations.

"Heh, bastard... Guan, clerk... heh, heh, heh, heh, inferior shit.

Ergo, with a sword of light on both arms, swirls from body to body to slash the blade. That blow does not end. Repeat, repeat. Light strips arcing from all angles involve centrifugal forces and gradually increase acceleration.

"Oh... oh?

Here it was finally Enrokaku with a return of vision, but at that time the swirls of light were sparkling in the present. So illusory a series of dance strikes. Its light blade has a continuous strike speed of up to twenty shots per second. It's like - heavy rain of pouring light.

Enrokak's wrapping wind had prevented all of it from playing, but his body began to be pushed before the physical shock. Z... and leaves traces of dragging on the ground and Enrokak's giant body retreats independently of his will.

"Whoa..., whoa"

That's not all.

The slaughter of light, which is constantly struck, finally began to break through the wind barrier a little bit. A fine scratch runs on Enrokaku's black arm, legs.

"Hurrah!"

If the sight had been captured by a black water mirror, the audience would have boiled.

Ergo, who shaped the Great Sword by binding the light of both arms, luxuriously swept away Enrokak in a flashing trajectory.

"No......!

More than two and a half mile black giants, bounce big and fly. Enrokak, who was well beaten to the old tree behind him, did - flutter at his feet.

And it doesn't end.

Already, Ergo is running in for pursuit. Once again, divide the light into arms and shape the duplex.

"- Do you understand? Out of the Army"

The rain of light never stops falling.

"This is me." Baihui "Byacki", Ergo Stije "

Keep pouring until you pierce the enemy and kill him.

"The attribute is - light. It's not like a hundred people are born with the same attributes, you scumbag!"

The non-existent white glare of the escape engulfed Enrokak Stijje.