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

Mutual, was.

At least, initially.

A tremendous flame blade rambling, swinging like crazy.

Its sword of light, the laser blade, never misted when it received Dino's double fangs. The object meshes with the object, scattering and antagonizing the firepowder and white light.

Its armor, called Septius One, never melted in the flames of Dino. Before the storm of the Red Lotus, its black silver continues to maintain a reliable glow.

But.

"... gu, ha... gu!

A man who deals in weapons, if it's what wraps up armor, it was different.

Pushed into the speeds of the irresistible sword trident, the old body increases the power of the unacceptable flame pillar.

The performance of Septius One, output and exerted from Badalje's soul and heart, Prarna, a skilled chanter, Magee - with its ability, the equilibrium did not last long.

"Ha!"

Dino's blow rolled out with a laugh. Decent to receive the flaming columns of the horizontal giraffe, Badaluye rolls like a kicked away pebble. He falls off the steps, rides up on the rock, and blows away with two and three turns. Rolling over a distance of twenty miles or more, the black and silver human form, which became a large letter, looked up at the blue sky.

"Ha..., wha..."

The old soldier sends his trembling hand to his neck. The ring is not off yet.

"Huh, huh..."

You mean you can still do it? You collar, you say impotent.

In fact, although the physical savings are painful and shortness of breath, I certainly haven't borne what can be called injury yet. All that flame-induced serial fire, while I've been subjected to it many times.

Exactly, a uniform that reaches the realm of God. If it was biological, it's already dead ten times.

(... this, but... "Penta"...)

of God's Chosen One, Power.

Something's wrong. I'm not even allowed to be decent relative.

"Hey. Time to take a break?

Like a kid who threw the ball too far away and had no choice but to pick it up. With such a carefree foothold comes the transcendent.

Those red eyes dwelt in a slightly cooler colour. I can't wait to see the toys I bought for fun, and I'm bored - just like a kid's eyes.

"... Hugh... if you try... am I missing something..."

I wake myself up hard and twist out the words.

"Omei's own movement is not bad. That cannon does the sword of light... and the power of the toy is impeccable. The clatter of that Dasey armor is also a big deal."

The young man answered, biting his yawn to death as he stuck his pinky finger in his ear.

"My flames are the strongest... but there were some resentful demons who endured a few rounds in the sole, and some humans who avoided or prevented them"

Blow the tip of your pinky, keep going.

"Though the performance of that armor, even if you eat it, you don't die. I've never seen Omei before... but you can't just sole. It was good at first, but I can't chew it off. I'm eating crude meat... it doesn't taste silly."

He came to the front of Badaluye kneeling, and Dino stopped.

At first glance, alert. But the truth is, the dust wouldn't be alarmed either. Seriously, the handshot wounded me, so I'm totally being watched for every move. Whatever action Badalje may take, he must respond immediately. Literally, no. Grid. Existence, digit. Those red eyes even make me feel like I'm in control of everything.

"... you're a boulder. The Son of God is different...... Difference, too"

I put my strength on my knees and stood up.

Face each other.

An intermission where we can set each other up in one breath.

"Don't you go on?

"Whatever."

A white group was running through the deep green woods.

The appearance is identical as it was. Large, thick physique, pruned kid head. A pure white ethnic costume that wraps itself up.

These are the white clothes that serve as the backs of the heavenly banquet.

Essentially they were white clothes scattered into the woods and doing their business individually, but now they were a group of fifteen people who were sick on the beast path.

(... at all..., I didn't know this was going to happen)

The man running the lead seeped sweat in his forehead and sighed inside.

Immediately before commencing the heavenly banquet, the participants are inspecting their possessions.

Confirmation of whether the leaves, food, water, etc. of Arsilegna are not intended to be brought into surplus will dominate, but there will also be a uniform confirmation of weapons and protective equipment.

If we think humanely and imitate outrageously, for example by poisoning weapons, we will be hooked here for confiscation. Although it is a long-held heavenly banquet, fortunately no one has ever bewitched it in such respects.

(Naturally. You'll see without being told)

Although it is a martial arts festival where blood is washed with blood, it is a major event to name the country. The people are watching over the festival. It's not just a battlefield you can kill.

- That's right.

(Badalye Becker......)

An old fanatic who has participated in the heavenly banquet many times before.

Though he was part of the blind faith group Il Ish, which everyone repels, his skill as a chanter Magee was definite and solid, a man who had no problem with reputation as a good operator......

(I didn't know you would bring in such a substitute and even exercise it with dignity...... Interpreted, a fanatic out of the ordinary track)

According to the story of the person who carried out the inspection of Badalje before the start, he was in a travelling appearance without any change of philosophy at that time. He must have worn the iron machine curse "Balgarn" downstairs. With that incredibly thin armor, it's not hard to wrap it under plain clothes without discomfort (though the stuffy wrist area would be slightly odd). The helmet can be packed in a bag and carried.

To be honest, the inspection of equipment is not carried out so strictly. Sometimes in the case of Badalje it is a regular one, and there must have been a preconceived notion that no strange tricks have been made.

For example, it is "yes" to plant something so that it cannot be found and utilize it so that it cannot be found. Maybe you can hide it or not, and the skill of the person.

It would also be effective to wear white clothes under the travel costume and imitate them in a way that would be confused and inadvertent on white clothes. It is an act that, if found, can disqualify.

But the Iron Machine Curse, Balgarn, goes beyond that.

The provisions of the Heavenly Bombardment Feast do not deliberately state, "No cannons allowed in" or "No woods burned down". Common sense without saying. That outfit is a weapon in those areas.

I almost didn't want to say too loud because too much inclusion of the provisions would also reduce the number of participants from annoyance, but from the next time it will be necessary to elaborate and revise the prohibitions around it.

(... it is forbidden to wear the iron machine curse Balgarn,? That sounds silly. I don't know if I'm gonna tell you. You're a child.)

The Balghan, an iron machine curse with powerful equipment, including artillery, swords of light that instantly kill people, and armor itself that improves performance in proportion to the ability of the operator...

(... the most troublesome thing...)

That, none of it.

That soldier outfits them with vicious weapons -.

Potri, and.

From Badalje's right hand, it rolled off.

With the naturalness of what I was holding in my hand as if it had become zero.

……

Dino's eyes then look down.

rolled into the earth of grass. That is a black square about three centers long square. Unengraved eyes, dark dice...

The moment you recognize it.

I made a noise with Bong and yellow smoke erupted from the object. The smoke envelops the two of them, spreading a thin, dirty loess colour.

(... is that a blinding smokescreen? Surprised to see the box - it was an interesting piece of equipment, but I don't know if it's the bottom. -)

to interrupt into that thought.

"Toxic Grenade."

The old man's voice sounds. Let it seep through your emotions.

"It paralyzes inhaled humans - so to speak, poisonous smoke."

――――

Dino's knee leaned against his will. Focus on strengthening your body and bring it back.

"Whether we deploy defensive techniques that outweigh all attacks... that's just like us, breathing people. If you mix it with the air you inhale, it'll work, won't it?

"..., Ha...!

In contrast to Dino, who stands on his feet, Badalye opens the hangar of his arms flat.

"Regardless, I, the wearer of Septius, will not faint. The cylinder has a built-in mechanism for breathing in an emergency called. Sometimes it's even possible to work underwater."

"Nah, poison smoke!? Is that an ant?!?

'I'm just going to lose it. That's why Duen Fong is worried too'

Zeilin returns it in a quiet tone, as opposed to the unintentionally risen Scenomea.

In the meantime, beyond the black water mirror...

Let's get this over with.

Badaluye was poking that weapon, called the Infega Handshot, at the cannon for the current dino.

"Huh!? Earlier, you said you lost it!?

"Bluff or did you keep another one in your possession? Anyway, if I told you, you'd lose your guard. '

'Oh, no!

With the exchange between the two women on the side on her ass, Duen was staring into the mirror.

(... so far)

Earlier, there was a scene where Dino's knee leaned slightly. Naturally, I'm inhaling smoke. He'll fall in a few seconds.

Wide-area control equipment that makes the exercise of the technique impossible, as well as the freedom of hands and feet. At first glance, more than half of the soldiers were powerless substitutes.

Son of man, though the One of the Homicides. I don't want you to take that paralysis poison.

And.

Pan, and ringing.

Death pronounced, merciless gunfire. Screams rising from the audience.

――――――――――

The sight of that moment.

Duen Akelone's heart was to be lit with a long, expensive fire that he forgot.

Dry gunfire.

Bullets that are ejected, rolled out at invisible speeds.

This - Dino Gailroen avoided it altogether with only a neck tilting motion.

"- Nah."

Since when. What leaks a stunning groan from Duen's thin lips.

And explode.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

A flash of temper, a flame that occurs with a blast. The yellowish pimples were fogged as if they were purified.

The world changes its colour from loess to crimson in an instant.

On the right arm of the man who exchanged it, a flaming column boasting a tremendous ruler.

Stepped left foot blows up dirt smoke.

The burning heat of the Red Lotus, pulling its tail in a sweeping orbit. Strike down black silver, flash of fire.

Badaluye Becker's flesh was launched high and the universe danced far away.

'Ugh, you're kidding!? People!? Take... flew ah-!'

Even while Scenomea screams, the black silver mannequins draw parabolas high. Take plenty of seconds to get away from the mirror's view.

The figure was eventually buried in the trees, invisible.

That would no longer be due to the impact of a clash on the earth.

A sound rang out of the mirror with Bashn, and Badaluye Becker's name flashed, disappearing.

"... you must be kidding"

The man in white finally arrived at the scene, with his cheeks pulled and a grin.

"That iron machine curse Balgarn..., you're alone, you're out of it"

Lightly scattered fog of poison. He even flaunted the nearby cannon Infega, knocking that abominable black and silver armor out as if it were a comedy.

It was a gruesome backside, but I hurried to skip directions to my men.

We have to retrieve the badaluye that flew far away. That end is inclined. I would have rolled off quite a distance. Five white clothes hurried without time to breathe.

"... Zorozoro and what? I thought you were new."

The red-haired young man says alongside a gruesome grin as he looks at the rushing men.

Red stain seeping into the flank and chest area. Wounds on forehead, too. Definitely. They're shooting. On the contrary...

"You smoked that smoke, didn't you? It's a substitute for stunning a bull in five seconds. Why can you move?"

"No, you said something about poison fog. I'm just surprised."

Dino, done with that degree of sentiment, sits down somewhat on the spot.

"Ugh... something's making me sick... Pep, Pep"

"... naturally"

According to Dino, he's now pouring most of his strength into physical strengthening.

Physical strengthening is not a technique that enhances only arm and leg strength. Masters use it to strengthen their vision, hearing, and each nerve group that ends up there.

In other words, this young man is reinforcing the transmission site itself, which would otherwise be paralyzed by poison.

It must have been a craftsmanship that could not have been done without a deep understanding of human structure and witchcraft.

"It's a big man. By the way..."

Describing that Badaluye was a violator of the policy, Dino turned out to be a slight but surprising face.

"Well, it's true... the magician Mage around here has teeth, that gear... As far as I'm concerned, I enjoyed it, and whatever."

"That's fancy. Well, there are those circumstances. As a special case, let me take care of the scratches."

The person who would otherwise have been disqualified. I didn't know I was fighting, so to speak, an unnecessary wound. It was an extremely rare case of treating a participant while the competition was going on.

"I don't need anything else. Not even a big scratch. Instead, it's a tight one."

Youth just laugh like that.

It's not a strength. The fact that I was able to fight like I was wounded. I'm satisfied there, but a grin.

"... f, I'm not going to put my shoulder in... but if I did, I might be able to beat that darkness out..."

"Uh? Darkness?

Even though I am in the position of a neutral judge, I get zero on it.

"... This martial arts festival has included students who should also be called the darkness of our country. Honestly, it's not a good idea for him to decorate the victory. I want you to fight for victory."

The Red Lotus man, who was listening with a chilled face, returns a hummus and careless gavel.

"I don't know what it is... even if they don't tell me, it's me who wins. Otherwise, Soitz won't disappear on his own in the process. You guys should be ready to give me the money soon."

He also said it off as a matter of course and hoisted the edge of his mouth.

"Let us hope"

He's an arrogant kid. But the truth is, I have the power to speak only Australian.

White clothes laugh.

This fierce flame could be a light that would put out that hazy darkness...

And the waking old man rose up with his humble body.

If you hold your aching neck and look over, the landscape, though in the woods, is different from where you were earlier.

How far the hell did you roll? It's ridiculous, even though it's a bow.

Put your hands on your fearful neck - the ring was gone.

"... Lose... Shit"

A tired voice fell zero from Badalje's lips.

This heavenly banquet. Originally, I wasn't willing to compete as Badalye Becker for the chanter Mage.

He entered the battle with the intention of testing his new strength against this and the mighty men he had identified.

That's how I found it, just called 'Penta' and the son of God. Same as the Virgin of the Order. Until divine, a presence that draws a line with ordinary people. Unrivalled opponent.

As for the beast in front of the meat, I immediately took off my traveling costume and tried everything I could - defeat.

Though the body hurts, there are no fatal wounds.

This Septius One took all the attacks. Nevertheless, Badalje let go of consciousness only because of the shock he could not absorb.

Not to the Son of God. But there was a response. None of the abilities worked at all. If you increase the smell, any day...

"It may reach you, God of Creation... Jed Meteeu."

Should it be taken for granted, no one answers the whine. Words dissolve in the void, just disappear.

Badaluye laughed and breathed heavily -

"- Say something, stop tall, you son of a bitch!

In the quiet woods, the anger of the old man roars.

But again, I won't return the answer. The only thing that reaches Badalje's ear is the sound of the wind's velocity shaking the branches.

More than seventy years of receiving raw and continuing to offer prayers.

Since my parents were more devout followers than my ex, I had no doubt about serving God from an early age. I didn't even suspect that it was the Lord's mercy that allowed me to live my days.

But there was no such thing as God's protection.

That's what I realized, only two years ago.

'Then I'll be back in the evening. Let the evening be a treat to celebrate your becoming Bishop of Rinsen -'

When I went to the neighborhood to buy out, I said so and my wife left the house. I dropped myself off. I still vividly remember her hindsight disappearing into clutter.

It was only an hour after that that his wife's carriage was attacked by bandits. It was a relatively large ride-along carriage, but all the passengers were killed.

- Oh, that can't be right.

My wives, we were devout me.

Those who die accidentally just don't have enough faith. Now we have had happy days. As consideration for his deep faith, he had given him peace. That, should have been.

The head of the captured bandit was sentenced to the sentence of "Radim," also known as the Oracle version of the divine chanting technique of the stoning sentence, but he endured or survived. The punishment has been imposed, which means that the person has been released.

So, finally - really finally, I understand.

God is not watching. It does not manage the existence of a human being created by itself.

A world where those who deserve to live crumble unharmed and those who deserve to die survive.

How ridiculous.

previous, that life spanning more than seventy years. The fact that I lived happily ever after, all of it. Just by chance, it was just made up.

"... huf"

The words of the young man, who had confronted him until earlier, are revived in the back of his brain.

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

"... Absolutely right."

A saying that is the Son of God, yet does not profess God. That strength. Maybe all he believes in is his power. What an envious story.

He shook his head mocking himself and took off the helm he was wearing.

Summer is the season. In this time of year, comfort was preserved by planting the ice god chant Oracle, but why? It was much more comfortable with the raw, warm wind that I received in life.

"... I'm not giving up."

This time... I lost, but I didn't abandon going to God's realm.

On the contrary, I can say that I could feel a definite response. Another step.

If you recognized the opponent's performance correctly and you weren't tactically different, it shouldn't be unlikely you would have won.

The days I lost my wife and was desperate. This power, introduced and obtained from certain muscles. It is the organization of a backward society that is so proud of its size that it created this uniform called Septius, he said.

"... he... endured it."

Secondly, it reminds me.

If you're a person, you'll definitely kill them, an interpersonal weapon called a handshot. As if to be chosen by God and a proof of being, 'Penta' made him endure that bullet. On the contrary, he received as many as three rounds of ammunition and turned flat back into a counterattack.

………………

Remove the spare handshot from the containment of the left arm.

- Wouldn't you be able to?

Grab the grip and point the exit to the temple.

It's like, a ritual.

Suppose you could have shot and endured. It is a testament to the fact that this body has reached that realm. Such is the ritual of selection.

"How... do you think? Lord."

No one answers that question.

Oh, and a little wind blows through.

Interact with the grasshoppers.

Pan, and the dry sound of the wooden spirit.