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

"A little over four hours have passed since the beginning, the 87th Heavenly Banquet! The remaining number of people, we have already cut forty! I wonder if the smaller number of people is making it quite difficult for us to meet each other... '

The scene of the struggle has not been captured since Lifeguard destroyed Dj Foul. Inside the "Garden of the Unlimited", only a quiet forest view is offered from a black water mirror installed at its stronghold to the guest seats.

"Yeah. Now, the launch fire will begin."

A faint duen nodded unchanged at Scenomea's pointing out that there was no occasion to tell.

Destroy enemies in the spirit of inadvertent hitting, etc. as you dive in and strive to preserve your health. This is also known as the Iron Rule of the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, but the passage of time makes the warriors see their own opposite movements.

As the number of participants decreases, so does the number of encounters, you have to search for enemies on your own feet.

At the heavenly banquet, only one person will be certified as the winner. If there were more than two left when the time limit was met, the ruling was that the winner was absent.

Therefore, in the end, the surviving warriors will have to wander in search of each other's appearance in the vast woods - in the little time left.

So who started it, there was an act called 'Launch Fire'.

Launch the splendor of the art high in the sky and let them know where you are. To meet and fight efficiently, boast of their own existence.

The white clothes deployed throughout the forest also made it easier to grasp the athletes' place, so they had the advantage of not missing out on the struggle between the surviving strong.

Hidden beginnings, the end of letting people know where they are. Seeing contrasting struggles is arguably one of the hallmarks of a heavenly banquet.

'Well, fewer than forty players remain, but who should be particularly notable, Dueness -'

"Ugh."

So what rarely broke in was Zeilin, the transcendent responsible for the 'reflection'. Even more uncommonly, there is some confusion in her face that has so far been flat in the blood-smelling struggle.

…… What's wrong with you? Mr. Zeilin '

If Scenomea asks in surprise,

"No... um... it's Duen Fong. One thing, I caught the scene of the battle..."

The woman lurked her voice not to get on the correspondence and turned to the champion in charge of the commentary. The person who receives the eye contour also perceives it roughly due to its poor tooth cut.

"... can you show me, Lord Zeilin"

If prompted, the nodded Zeilin reflected the scene into the mirror.

In other words...

Digos Akelone and Enrokak Stije. These two spark each other, give them the sight of a death fight.

"Ugh, wow, this is! Duen's younger brother, Digos, who is competing from the" Thirteen Musketeers "… Enrokak, who is a former sword lineage, is mounting a fierce offense - whoa! Again, it would mean that Enrokak was outperforming that big bang too!

Responding to Scenomea's screams, the audience also boiled their cheers. Fighting between warriors associated with the refeit, both flashy in appearance, will be sufficient to attract the interest of the guests.

…………

But Duen - my brother just shakes his head sideways with a small sigh. I elbowed to my desk and covered my expression with both palms.

- Digos.

You really... don't listen to your brother, he's a bad boy.

Apart from such a Duen Akelone.

There were those who saw Digos clashing with Enrokak and lost much of their voice in surprise. Bellette and Sakuragiri, two girls.

They watched the death fight as they swirled their thoughts around their chests.

Wind thunderstorms, unmatched.

Belgrette reputes the exquisite poking released from Digos Akelone's Thunder Festival stick as such. Quick and accurate knockouts, backed by a definite sense of talent and practice. Being faithful to the basics makes it straightforward, strong, and difficult.

I've been through a lot of mock warfare in college, and I know so much about his skill - and the Girl Knight thought.

Now, until now.

"Da, Digos, fast fast fast fast fast fast -! A poke like thunder itself strikes Enrokak sharply - eh!

The accuracy was far beyond the realm of the girl knight's knowledge. A series of lightning strikes coming out of Digos' gripping thunder stick. Purple spark scattered straight light keeps that Enrokaku away from his fist in between.

"Chip."

Enrokaku, who struck his tongue with abomination, shoots and releases to throw the wind that has wrapped him around his arm. Digos took this easily with a stick and bounced it in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"…, eh"

It is also at the top of the Midir College. I'm better than strong.

There was no such thing as a student named Diegos who was so appreciated by everyone. No fine dust existed either, such as the shadow that had been defeated by Belgrette in a simulated battle and "in boulders" and a grin.

(... Digos..., you've been, concealing your strength...)

well above student skill, etc. It's not even comparable. than regular soldiers and handsome mercenaries - or maybe even reach the Silver Legion Force, Silverios.

That's where you are.

Not a quiet, heart-tender giant who belongs to Midir College. "Thirteen Musketeers" was a must-have user, proud of his family of spears.

……

What would be surprising would be Enrokak Stijje.

So far with the various warriors - the end fights against drift protection and Barbados, and they definitely should be wearing out, but they never show decay. On the contrary...

"Ha!"

A wind-wrapped kick gently blew the Daigos giant defended with a stick. Digos prevents falls while scraping the ground with a thunder stick, Enrokak running straight into pursuit.

Little by little, but Digos gets pushed in. The black giant with his eyes running bloody increases in aggravation while the enlarged tornado.

(that man......, faster than when i was fighting lugo......!?

Do you imagine that because of the motion that does not make you feel exhausted? Anyway...

Belgrette turned her gaze toward the royal watching seat.

Right now, at this moment.

I wonder how Sakuragiri feels, watching this struggle -.

(Ogo,......)

Finally, this is the time. Visit, damn it.

And

'Actually, Saeri. I'm... strong. More than the Lord thinks. "

It was true.

Whether you play a game with yourself or when you are present with Drift Protection. He didn't even show a scale of strength.

The tip of the stick - a diseased white light strikes through Enrokak's face precisely and unbeatably. The counter-attack wind fist roared by that giant empties without touching Digos. A brilliant counter was in place.

"The eagle wins. I will not give you the Lord as Enrokak."

That word.

I was ready to die, not some clueless ball-shash or something. Digos was really going to win and help Sakurai Yukizaki.

"Thundering flashes -! Shh, wow...! That Enrokak player's offense just stays empty one after another......!

Amazing, that skill.

I don't know anything about witchcraft, Sakuragiri, but I could only understand that Digos was still in the realm where he could call himself a master. If you look in terms of martial arts, the counters are bursting one after the other.

Regular, powerful violet sparks. Its brilliance emitted by the thunderous gains even seemed a light of hope to Sakuragiri.

- That's why.

The appearance of Enrokaku, approaching no matter how many degrees of light he is struck by, appears to be the very darkness of ruin.

"Ah...!

"Ah, here's a blow! Couldn't have prevented it, or there was blood all over Digos' forehead!

Rough whirlwind radiation. He was a tough giant he received with a stick, but he couldn't flush it and blushed his head.

Eventually, always, so that the night may come. As if there were no such thing as something unspoiled by darkness, Enrokak's offense began to capture Digos one by one.

"Ahhh! What an attack on Enrokaku and Digos, but no offense!

Enrokaku, who stepped forcefully in with a thunderbar thunderbolt, was gently blowing Digos away with a tornado of lateral beatings.

"Mr. Ogo......!

My passive..., I'm running out of time. He's getting wounded and exhausted. And. If you get tired and have less trouble, Enrokak's offense will only last for that matter.

'Duh, what's going on, Enrokak, who doesn't show any fatigue!... I think Digos' offense is amazing, too, but the... '

Scenomea glances at Duen's complexion sitting next to her. You care about commentators who get cold when you mention Digos, it was a butt-suspended statement. but that person reluctantly zeroes in such tones.

'... myself, I'm a little surprised. I never thought my brother would be able to improve his smell and meet with Enrokaku by now...'

'Ya, it's amazing after all!

(Duen,......)

I was surprised not only by Scenomea but also by Sakuragiri, who honestly admitted to Duen.

- But.

"But I can't."

As if that were the word that foresaw the future, Digos turned over on the other side of the mirror. He quickly regains his body and beats the onslaught of Enrokaku, who strikes without getting his hair in.

The equilibrium that started to collapse.

White thunder that stalls, a storm that makes you laugh.

"Ooh, my body is finally warming up. Hang out a little longer, Duane's brother!

The thick fist legs that wrap around the tornado continue to wiggle with no fading dust.

"That blessed flesh is one of the elements that makes a man named Enrokak strong. That body isn't just big. '

My brother talks pale as he watches as his brother is cornered.

"Enrokaku is... incredibly resilient, unlikely to be a regular person."

'... resilience...?

Everyone is equipped, natural healing power. A very common physical function that heals tiredness and wounds over time.

Enrokak says his abilities jump through and are high. So much so that you don't know you're tired and can ignore dangerous injuries if you're normal.

An anomaly that has been inhabited since I was born in this world. Or maybe it's like a disease or a specific trait.

I can just say that its ability is one of the pillars that supports a man's strength.

'At first glance, I have suffered quite a few injuries...'

Probably hardly, ever. The words that would go on, Duen somehow did not speak to his voice. Instead, he turns a meaningful gaze to the royal gallery where Sakuragiri, the governor and the nobles gather.

'Whatever this resilience is, it's also one of the reasons Enrokak was once called the' Immortal ''

The heavenly banquet is also in the second half of the battle. Everyone - Enrokak attacks with the kind of momentum he just started as even the audience watching seeps through tiredness. Just one person, that move as if it was equipped with another dimension of 'stuff'.

Digos retreats, draining, while helpless humans caught up in disaster.

'Bye... then, Digos, for Enrokak...'

'... you can't win. Diegos himself, oh and confront that man... you must be realizing it yourself'

'Well, ah... how could that be...!

Just even.

No matter how many times you get pushed in, no matter how many times you get bounced off.

Digos, turn around.

In an attempt to be engraved with multiple wounds, sprinkled with blood reflexes, he still stands up to an overly mighty enemy.

You shouldn't mind looking at the gap and getting away with it. If it's Diegos' strength, he might be able to get away with it.

'... really. I wonder why.'

Duen's words like tiredness pierced Sakuragiri's chest.

- Yes. It's my fault.

He is fighting to free me from the position of 'Witch of the Divine Realm'. So much, until I wore it down. Don't run, he's standing up to me.

Enrokaku's tremendous auspicious style chooses through Diegos' shoulders. A scattered blood splash draws its tail and colors the surrounding trees with red spots.

The look on the face of a giant man who bitterly devours his teeth, which Sakuragiri has never seen before. I can't imagine from my usual tender face, a sad look.

(............ that's enough... Dago,...... eh)

I was going to show it to you.

If Diegos' life had been exhausted, he intended to share his destiny with himself.

- But I still don't like it.

I don't want him to die. I don't want to die, either. Like the heroine in the drama, I can't understand. I can't give up clean. It's okay. You can be dirty.

So...

"Ahhh! A mighty shot...... I finally got it! Digos Akelone, falling apart -! '

Unable to prevent a storm of beatings, Digos folded himself into a letter to put on.

"... digossssssss..."

The first time I've heard it, Duen's chopped voice. It proves that the thinkers of Sakuragiri are standing in an unparalleled predicament.

(It's... Hey, Sa...)

The prayer of a powerless witch never arrives.

Miracles don't happen.

The weak crush, and the strong survive.

Kami, the regulator of this world, pokes such a reality at different girls.