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

"Hum..."

Looking back at the black smoke rising from far rear, Enrokak took a boring breath.

- He's like a deaf kid.

He realizes he can't win and strikes out into an outrage that is tantamount to flipping a pawn on every board. However, because of the appearance of these people, we cannot be alarmed by what is called a heavenly banquet.

The brunette boy stood up not knowing what was about to happen, but what happened to him.

If he's dead, we'll talk about it. If you're alive, you'll just encounter it again. I've been hit more than once - my last kicked leg, and my elbow-dropped nose, are experiencing even more gin and pain. Those two shots were clearly of a different quality than before.

Something, he looked like he'd been released from bondage. If you ever see Mami again, you'll enjoy the supreme struggle then. I want him to stay until then, and the giant makes me hang up Pierce's thick lips.

"F...... well"

Now there's something to take precedence over, Enrokak turns forward.

I finally figured it out.

A suicide-bombed black cape breaks in before it comes in, mushroom-headed young man. That's - that's a young man from The Thirteen Musketeers. I didn't even care, but I remember seeing it between glances. Considering the ethnic costume and how it looked when we met face to face, there's no doubt about it first.

The sincerity of the immediate disappearance is unknown, but it must be Duane's instructions. I guess it has some kind of aim.

Now, how did that young man find this one? Did you run around this wide forest to the dark clouds and stumble upon it?

(... no)

Giants drop their gaze with chills. River running right beside it. A stream of water that is clear and available as drinking water.

(Cheng Cheng. You've been studying me forever.)

This body needs more moisture than people.

Twice, the encounter with the human of the "Thirteen Martial Family". It's not a coincidence, it's a good grasp. Characteristics of Enrokak Stijje. If...

Not that far.

At that time, I will visit soon.

"... gu..., ah...!

The driftshield rolling into the earth first confirmed his neck. The ring is not off. It's well-wound. It was such a shock. Pain that could tear your whole body apart. I'm still deaf.

If I was a little late to notice. If I hadn't run the trees standing in line on my shield. If I hadn't carried a sturdy bag on my back. If I was missing one thing, it wouldn't have been weird if I was dead.

If you look back as you fall, many sturdy trees in this forest are collapsing together. The dirt that was dug back into me was scattered there. Dust to stand in and black smoke to rise. It wouldn't suck with a real bomb, its tear marks of destruction.

It's called the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, a wide-area sabotage.

Oracle, a vicious and extreme divine chant, was never actually exercised while enemy forces glimmered their presence in the Kings of Raindeer terror a month ago.

They say the skill of the surgeon changes the power, but it's too much to kill people - a substitute that can be considered excessive. If it was too late to escape just a few more times, it was definitely over.

"... stupid... hey..."

My own voice, whining so hard, reached my ear.

If you lose, choose death. I heard about those guys. Yeah, they had dangerous light in their eyes, too, but I never really thought I'd imitate them like this.

I finally get up to support a nearby tree.

"... ku,"

My whole body is complaining of pain. My clothes are torn and I'm a step ahead of them. Is it still the benefit of the leaves of Arsilegna that can move?

There is no sign of Enrokak nearby. He must have spotted the bomb early and retreated far away. During the terrorist attacks, the knights had carried out careful inspections to spot the bomb trick, but the mere fact that they had spotted it was a glimpse of the skill of a man named Enrokak.

"... done... done, I wonder..."

Enrokaku, who targets Sakuragiri, escapes, and only one demon fighter, Maygas, has fallen.

The drainage of the drift shield itself has also become significant. It's like you're no longer wounded all over your body, but you can't ignore it in particular.

"... duh!

Left flank, where Enrokak's blow blurred. The degree of crackling may have gone in. Though I don't like the arcilegna leaves, you shouldn't want them to act just like repairing bones. Is it the mountain of Sekiyama that survives with the sinking effect?

(When the pain gets worse... the last one, I guess I'll have to use it...)

Thinking caricaturally, the driftshield moves forward in stride.

"... sorry, Sakuragiri. But later, definitely..."

That was also the kind of word I would say to myself.

Now just do what you can.

North direction. Head to the place, where the leader of the magician Maygas, Dj Foul, will be waiting.

How early will it be? Waved down branches - succeeding in breaking down the sword, the shielded bash waving blushes the cheeks of the enemy.

"Shit......!

Hate to get caught up in a series of little shield attacks that are then wielded, the man in black - Kaza Farnese didn't want to fly big.

"Wha..., ha"

It has been quite a long battle. But Gonder Shrimp Seal was feeling responsive, even though his breath was absurd - desperately disconnected from consciousness.

Difficult enemy in front of me, expecting to be keeping the leaves of Arsilegna warm. But there is no sign that the opponent will attempt to recover. You can't get rid of the damage caused by the blow you just inflicted, and the movement lacks glory. All the "spinning blades" were so successful that Kaza Farnese's maneuvers were beginning to diminish visibly.

We are now maintaining a more than mutually reinforcing state of war.

Though, Gonder's wounds are also deep. Every time I step on the earth, my slashed right leg hurts in pain. Because of the degree of bleeding, it is unlikely to last that long. The hem of the apparent but fully blood-sucking courtesy was wet and heavy as if it had stepped into the swamp, as the original color was black.

Above all, consciousness is becoming bright. If you keep doing this - you don't have to get a decision hit, Gonder won't fall far.

"This is me... meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh"

"You're losing power in evil, too, outlaw. By the way... I need to ask you something."

Stay fit, the scratchy gonder asks.

"Five days ago. In the alley of the capital, do you remember who you worked for?

"Huh...?

"After lunch on the seventeenth... I'm talking about the other day. If you weren't stupid enough, you'd be remembered, wouldn't you?

"... uh... that 'bastard' huh...? Did you have a shoulder bump and rub it? Oh, my goodness."

"- That's good enough. Crush it here, Shiro."

Gonder, who pushed his quiet anger to death, packs between as he slips, paying the left buckler to the sideburn.

"Heh heh heh heh, you shitty mutt fish -"

The reacting Kaza Farnez stood ready to intercept, but Gonder stopped perfectly without shaking off his left.

"Become... but!

The face of Maygus, the exfoliated demon warrior, strikes a shock.

Flashing right from the left as a flash. Kaza Farnese, struck out in the face by a hard ice shield, blew away as she scattered blood reflexes.

"Wha..., ha...!

In a definite response, Gonder grips his fist.

Turn around. Left and make it look right. A martial arts technique known as' karate ', learned through drift protection. It was a terribly sophisticated technique that I thought had been devised after knowing all about the structure of the human body, although only to the extent that it had been devised in the past few days.

A fusion of physical ability to the abnormality housed by Arishi Current Protection and this' karate '. I also agree with that strength of his - that he once lost his temper.

- Forget it.

"... Ha,... Gu..."

Gonder takes his steps slowly.

Kneeling and breathing constantly beneath Kaza Farnes.

Limits myself, too. Every time I exhale, I even feel the illusion that my vitality itself is lost. Before we lose consciousness, we have to stab a complete stop.

"Ma... wait, wait, don't come... stop right there"

Teeth missing and crimson stained mouth distorted into a humble grin, the lawless man pleads.

"Also, that's enough...... it's a dust. You can lose me now."

"... the ring on your neck is more than not off... it doesn't make sense, that's a word..."

As a gonder, standing is also a situation at last. If Kaza Farnez chooses to defeat himself, he will survive. Some people want to beat me up with or without it, but I'm no longer suspicious if my body will obey my will.

At least if we don't see this man coming off here.

"Wow, I know. He said he'd take it off himself. Just give me a minute..."

With that said, Kaza Farnez takes her hands to her neck...

Kuru, and.

I flipped my left hand only so that I could do it. It's like, manipulating a whip.

――――――

The sound of sharply cutting the sky and the impact.

From the right shoulder, to the left flank. A diagonally slashed gonder's body erupted blood smoke.

……―――― …………

Collapse.

In the process, I witnessed.

Kaza Farnese's flipped left hand. The fingers are wrapped in thin, long crawls. It was falling around there, no weird philosophy whatsoever. Just a gibberish. But if it's in this man's hands...

(..., no, wake up -)

Gonder fell on both knees and collapsed to the front. Shah, and the red like a sprinkle of paint colors the earth.

"Ha-ha-ha, in the first place - didn't you think it was crazy?

Pull a thousand slices of the crawl that was wrapped around your finger and throw it away, Kaza Farnez slowly rises.

"The power of turning things into blades... I would have noticed that from the beginning, I should have brought anything with a ruler. You can use a weapon that is familiar to your hands. Why do you think I didn't do that?

Maygus, the magician who walked flustered, asks, looking down at the gonder lying on the ground.

I exclaimed.

"I sold it away, Dj Foul! My weapon! All I have left is a dicky throwing knife - it is! Holle, you're paying $100,000 per participant!? If we're all gonna get out, we're gonna have to pay a million bucks for that."

Kick in the fallen gonder.

"I say if you win, the money will multiply by ten and you'll be back! I'm the only one who has to fight while procuring weapons locally! So - don't you think it's a story, hey!?

Kaza Farnes sprinkled discontent as she showered a kicking storm.

…… ――――

Gonder's consciousness slowly begins to wander away.

"For the most part, from the beginning, if you have your own score, you should have a finger... let's..."

In the sense of disappearing, Gonder was ashamed of his immaturity.

If you hadn't stopped your leg at that moment when this man admitted to losing.

Give yourself an excuse that it's the limit, etc.

If you don't think about it later, spit out your soul. But if you're leaping to stab a stop.

- In the end, it didn't change.

It's the same thing that I didn't fight for and cowered by Dj Foul, not too much of our cuteness. This is the result of spoiling myself that I can't move anymore.

He said he absolutely wanted to win, he had to win, he was such an opponent.

(... sorry, no... Lord Myol...)

That's an unreachable confession. But I couldn't help but think.

(Sorry... no..., Lugo... my lord...)

Miracles never happen.

The ring that was wrapped around Gonder Shrimp's neck came off and the defeat was decided.

"Hmm...? Oh, oh... a collar..."

Kaza Farnese finally realized that the ring of Gonder he had been kicking on extended. Pick it up as you prepare your roughened breath.

"By the way... there's no way I'm going to do anything about this..., uh, shit... shit!

Shake one leg wide up.

"- Die, you shitty mutt fish...!

The moment I tried to step on my head, I was pulled from behind with intense force. Thoughtful, flashy ass cake.

"What the...!

If I looked up at him with a killer peel, it was the big man on his body when he was a rock looking down at himself. Sharp eyes. Cut up kid's head, pure white clothes. In other words - the white clothes behind the heavenly banquet.

"The pursuit of a defeated opponent... is forbidden"

With a thick voice not unlike his appearance, the judge warns him so.

"Hehe... I know. It just got a little hot..."

Pep, he spits and throws away, turning back his heel from the spot.

- I don't care. I don't care if this guy eats.

With his blood-running eyes, Magician Maygus devours his teeth. Its teeth, which had been bitten, were also filled with gaps, which fuelled fury.

I'll kill him. I'll kill him all the time.

If only I had a weapon from the start, I never would have thought of this. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't spent all my money on drinking and playing. Most of all, there was no way they could have managed a decent amount of money to a bunch of intelligent people who were not so different from monkeys.

(Shit is... Shit is shit is shit is shit is shit...!

Weapons. We need to find more weapons to use. You should try going back to Dj Foul's later as well. It is also that brother's fault that I am seeing this. The outside world is full of bait. This wouldn't have happened if my brother hadn't sold off his favorite silver steel wire and chain-split copper. If I hadn't followed his instructions, this couldn't have happened. Arrogant brother. If you're exposed to anything unusual, I'll kill you with this hand...

Already full of creativity. But like that price, he rolls his burning intent to kill all over his body, and the victorious Kaza Farnese goes through the woods.

(... Mr. Gonder...)

Belgrette, who watched the battlefield over the mirror, dropped his gaggling shoulders at the end of his visit. I'm going to have the illusion of watching Lifeguard and Dino keep winning, but this is the - heavenly banquet. The feast of a mighty struggle that even a skilled chanter, Magee, cannot easily survive.

The Girl Knight stares strongly at the back of Kaza Farnese as she leaves.

(cowardly, imitating... eh)

The ability to blade what you touch and your own hands themselves is also bizarre and bottomless. It's a technique I've never seen or heard of. But most importantly, the way it strikes out into plain dirty means. It was a decision hit, an unintentional hit since you made it look like you admitted to losing. If I was the one on that spot, I could still have been fooled the same way.

If you heard it around Edvin, you'd trump it as "sweet". Even though the ring isn't off, it's worse to stop the chase hand. He said it was more detourous to hook him up.

"I'm proud to say I can't eat dinner..."

He was a gentleman in the next seat. The brown-skinned young man, who has so far watched the struggle expressively, goes on to say it with a slightly colder look.

"I also think it's a human virtue to be proud. There's nothing to be proud of, it's unusual, but whatever it is, you just have to win... so you can just take off your clothes and live as a beast.... Oh, my God."

Shoulder clapping, joking and bracing. But it was - a quiet rage that seeped slightly as I pushed him to death.

Even from the guest seats, the wilderness against the magician "Maygas" was flying abundantly.

"... the victory of Kaza Farnez, then there is... the..."

'Cause in this heavenly banquet, it's pointless to declare yourself admitting defeat. Whatever action the other person takes, don't be confused and accurate… sometimes resolutely deal with it. That's what I want to come to.'

Duen, who serves as commentary, was still cold everywhere.

(... yeah, let's go)

Belgrette rises from her seat.

Gonder's wound was deep. The white clothes were treated and transported, but I still feel comfortable. Let's go see how it goes, snorts.

Since the explosion of the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, I am also concerned about driftshields that have not been captured, but blackwater mirrors are installed in various places as well as in guest seats. It is possible to watch games anywhere without asking about flights and inconveniences. You won't miss an important occasion either.

"Go away"

The gentleman in the next seat smiles, pulling in his legs long enough to be an obstacle to passage.

"..., yes, go... I'll come..."

I don't even have to bother putting a no in this man, the other person in the red, but Belgrette walked out across the front of the gentleman while reflectively returning so.

Because I sat in a hot guest seat for a long time, or because the place I opened was terribly comfortable.

The time limit is also seven hours, under the midsummer sky, which means that health is likely to be demanded on the viewing side as well. There are also rows of long snakes in stalls and simple toilets. With black water mirrors installed beside each facility, many watch the game side by side. In the meadows spreading around, there were also figures of children getting tired or sleeping.

"Ugh..."

Take a sip of the cold water you just purchased, Belgrette breathes.

I visited the medical camp where the athletes were brought in, but Gonder was banned from seeing them for absolute rest - which made them pay in advance. Though profound, fortunately, there's nothing else in life, and by the end of the martial arts festival, they'll also be able to face each other.

Belgrette is not the only one. Other like-minded people from the participants were visiting the camp at least. Should I be perceived as still fine if I get hurt? Some of the gathered men were also seen crying down.

(...... hmm. If you're injured, you haven't...)

Like Myol or Gonder. If only that life were alive.

Black forest stretching out in front of you. I think we're still fighting in it.

(safe... safe, come back...)

In the last few months alone, I have lost a lot of people close to me.

Minette, daughter of a farmer who lived near the city of Brizia. I learned the sword together from the same master, my brother Romuardo. The famous Cardonne family as a Royal Guard candidate, Cyril, its maid of honor. Detlev, a member of the Silver Legion Troop Silvalios and a familiar face since childhood, was stripped of his teeth as an assassin and tried as a sinner.

(No more... I don't like it)

Everyone in the college, Claria, Mia, Leafia. And myself. I also experience a predicament where I don't know what would have happened without drift protection.

(Safe...... come back......)

The girl closes her eyes and combines her fingers in both hands. Say a prayer to Wieterivia, the god of water that you believe in.

If only the shield was safe.

I don't care what else happens.

"..., - Huh!?

Unexpectedly, I interrupted my prayers.

'Something' that has been abruptly interrupted. An evil black 'something' ran through my head sassy. Like a grudging demon who travels to darkness.

I open my eyes and stare at my own hands.

"... Oh, my goodness..."

I don't think so. You can't think. Yet. Like poking a gap, such a whisper.

"…, eh"

It's not the first time.

Belgrette knows what it feels like right now. I know 'something' that's black and intense, like gushing from the depths.

It was then.

A bunch of resentful demons who have attacked the college. A driftshield that was blown up in the arm and was dying. Myself jumped out of the roof and stood up to Farvnar with all my might.

At that time...... at the end of that fierce fight, what did you think? Yes, indeed.

"Ugh, wow! Ko, this!?

So, I'm hacked by the sudden sounding of Scenomea's communication.

Belgrette gazed into the mirror beside the store.

Participants have been narrowed down and fewer fights have been fought in the second half. That sight reflected in the mirror.

It is.

Finally. Finally...

'How sturdy is this guy! Falling off a cliff, being caught in an explosion, whatever that is! He's walking normally! Going down the beast path along the river is Lugo Aliumi, the man in the man who pierces the inertia! Oh, and there you go...!

I am not lost in its footsteps.

"It's an evergreen square! It's like knowing they're there, an unmistakable step! If we keep going... the leader of the magician Maygus, Dj Foul, has been standing still since the beginning! The head of the black group is waiting, we will reach that location!

Moment after moment, a tremendous cheer exploded.

Guests must have accumulated frustration with the previous work of the magician Maygus. Curly, furious' Lugo Cole '. A total of 30,000 people are standing up and calling out, the name of the drift shelter.

"~ ~ ~ ~!"

Naturally, Belgrette also makes her breasts hot.

I can't stay like this.

The girl knight also rushed out of the spot to sit back and watch the game on her own. To see the struggle he's about to begin, where he wins, with a big black water mirror.