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

'I mean... did Enrokak suffer from the fact that he kept on being attacked on purpose?

'Yes. He must have overconfident himself of resilience'

Duen, sitting in the explanatory seat, concludes so sayingly with a face that doesn't eat anything.

I can't even tell you what's going on back there. I was just finishing my summary without difficulty of the cause of Enrocak Stijje's defeat raised by Scenomea.

"I see. - Thank you."

Hmm, and Duen look out onto the side of Scenomea.

An amateur daughter who knows a lot about martial arts festivals, promoted by the fact that she is a user of excellent communication techniques and a remote part of Zeilin. However, Enrokaku's arm, which summed up the confused ground when he defeated earlier, was brilliant, and the question is getting sharper.

…… What's wrong, Mr. Duane?

'No. It's time for the second half of the battle, thank you for coming to the end'

"What!? Yes, this way. '

As he panicked, the maiden in charge of voice bowed her head.

"What now and have a rare exchange. - See, here we go.

If the two of them turned their faces to Zeilin's words, something like wolf smoke was about to rise high in the sky from the corner of the forest.

'That's... oh, could it be!

"Yes." Launch fire. "

Did you not encounter any other participants and cut the paralysis? Also, did you decide that it fits from the elapsed time?

Tell them where you are, witchcraft signals.

Remaining number, less than forty. From here the survivors meet quickly and disappear quickly. Until the final battle - until the settlement, no longer so far away.

Regular visitors will also know, from some of the viewers' seats, the drinks were up.

Cut this signal to the skin.

Surviving warriors, both one- and two-habits, each begin to move consciously in the second half of the battle.

"Ah... brother y! Look at that, bro!

"What the hell, Gadgad, don't make a big voice out of it. What if someone finds you...... whoa!?

While lurking in the shade with his hips.

Larutz Buffet, who tried to embarrass his disciple Gadgado Keras, was similarly surprised with his eyes turned to the point where his cousin pointed.

A forest hissing so hard to cover the sky, hidden from its gaps - the glow of the Divine Chant "Oracle".

Following a highly-launched shot, a variety of shades trajectories into the sky as if to stick together. Straight lines of fire stretching everywhere, lightning strikes that can be bounced to blossom at low altitudes… etc., and a wide variety of their attributes and shapes.

"Damn the beginning, 'Launch Fire'......!

Larutz stripped his teeth out and laughed to inspire himself.

A tacit understanding to unlock the second half of a decreasing number of fights, a situation that is becoming difficult to encounter with other participants.

It is, of course, a signal that the enemy's whereabouts are to be found and that the end of the martial arts festival is approaching.

"Yay, I did it, bro! We survived this far!

"Calm down, Gadgad. It's too early to be happy...!

In praise of his exciting disciples, but Larutz was also exalted in his heart.

The two have also competed in the previous Heavenly Bombardment Feast, with Larutz winning the Bravery Award. but I couldn't survive until this' launch fire 'started.

A sky with colorful light strips. Last time I looked back at the sight of it as a feather to view from a medical camp and realized the definite progress.

"Ok... bye bye bye bye bye bye bye"

This time, the two of them, who finally became parties rather than bystanders, don't - launch the 'launch fire' they've been waiting for.

"We're going to be more careful than ever, Gadgad. Anyway, hide and dive your breath...!

"Ooh! I know, bro!

"You idiot, don't make a big voice out of me saying it...!

"Shh, sorry, brother."

I'm not going to launch it, such as' launch fire '. There's no reason to raise it.

The two are former bandits. It's not that I'm not sure about the rough stuff.

But at the moment, the ones around are the ones that will stay until the second half of this war. Not a glimmer. Just combat experts. It is visible to smash balls if they hit it properly.

"Even from around here... whoa, one or two... hey up - is that water and wind? Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't get any closer than I thought. All right, we're leaving."

The two of you stay away from it because the mighty enemies bother to let you know where you are.

If we're running around, the fierce meet each other on their own, crushing each other on their own. And...

(Keep it up, if it works...)

When the last one stays, the Laruts can fight by themselves. If the opponent raises the fire, it is also possible to know where it is and set up an unintentional strike.

That way, no matter how the last person is a monster...

(Oh, we... won... oh, my God, ha)

That's not exactly how optimistic I am. From the experience I have lived as a bandit, I intend to understand the harshness of something called reality more than a crowd.

But even with such a downfall... even the irresistible have come to the point where out-of-digit achievements and money may be within reach.

(I know a hundred of them. Even the customers you're watching won't be thrilled)

Still, in case we ever get ourselves a seat of glory - there's no other way.

There is an incredible opportunity now.

"Calm down... calm down, we're moving."

"Oh, wow."

As for Larutz, it was a word I would say to myself, but Gadgad reacts to discipline. Both of them, their voices were trembling.

(Anyway, don't overlook the launch. Make sure you know where your enemies are and move... That way, you're never gonna run into a jerk first)

- It was the two of us who would start acting cautiously, but I hadn't noticed yet.

For one thing already, for making a serious mistake.

They shall know the mistake, with blood unto misery.

"This Ama is with Chocolate Maca...!

Glimmer the black cape hem and drive the prey away.

"Here, here, here."

But I can't touch it.

One beautiful blonde can't get one of her own tricks.

"Damn it, I'm the magician Maygus...... heh! Meh meh meh meh meh meh kiddo......"

They were about twenty young women when they were old. Beautiful woman with white skin and long, golden, wavy hair, with a deep carved face. The swelling of the chest and the thin hips, even from the top of the travelling outfit, the fleshy legs so good as to peek from the leather skirt attract lust.

It's the perfect food, I fucking laughed.

Luck, but also an encounter.

I haven't even held a woman here for a while. I was about to eat a similar blonde in an alley a few days ago, but was held back by guards just a few more steps away. I have not been able to go to the whorehouse because the gold has been bottomed out. Even if not, the refeit woman was full of plain wind people and didn't really move her forefingers. I'm not like all the other monkeys. Shut up to the woman.

Whatever it is, it's no worse than that flashy exposed blonde.

What made you think of participating in such a martial arts festival? That's the same foolishness as that woman. I'll humiliate you fully to regret that shallow idea on this sunny stage that 30,000 people are watching - until I leapt, I hope.

(When I hit it... hey)

It's like a butterfly.

Though it does not extend to Barbados, a private soldier, there has been an indiscriminate shooting of his own water, which has bestowed many enemies - without a scratch.

Hilarious, hilarious. As if it were a spirit's foot, and all of it is smitten.

"Oh no, I'm desperate... That face that went crazy in death again is disgusting. He's up on land, he's like a puckering fish, duh."

"Let it go, you fucking bitch!

No matter what trajectory a thin, sharp stream draws, it doesn't scratch the target. Close enough for the scent of an abusive woman to tickle her nostrils. Even though it is, my arms and water even cut off the sky. I can't even touch one of those golden hairs.

"If you hit one shot, it's temei......!

"Why are you so desperate to snag water at me...?... Oh, could it be made of that water, or fine water!? Yada sucks, I don't know! That kind of hobby!? You're a pervert, somebody help me."

――――

The art of divine chanting, Oracle, is a pride of its own. Maygus, a young unmanned magician, is no exception. The woman's words were nothing short of the greatest insults and provocations.

"- Heh, the fucking amah of... if!?

The moment I tried to step in with intent to kill, the man's vision flipped. Two turns and three turns and the heavens and the earth spin, and the feeling of the rough soil all over your body converges.

I was blown away with a flying tool from the sidelines in my head - and the demon fighter, Maygus, understood it was then actually a few seconds later.

"Hey, hey. I told the lady that I was trying to buckle her...?

It was the voice of a young man.

It was in the early twenties and a skinny young man who thought he appeared scratching a thin wooden tree. Black travel outfit without such features as this. He was a beautifully looking man with short, upside-down short hair.

"Ahhh! Sabel, did you come?

"Before you hit it, Julie. If my woman is being attacked by a pervert, she can't play forever...!

And the man from the demon warrior Maygas witnessed as he crawled through the ground.

……

A man called Sabel walked over that other side.

Far away - from the gap between the neglected grasshoppers that separated the beast path, the sight of several legs lying around.

"Sman, Julie. I want to reduce your burden a little bit, and I've got enemies... I can't believe you're supposed to be giving me a break from being attacked by such a perverted black cape"

"Yeah, it's okay, Sabel. This is how you came to help me refresh! Cool! I knew you were my brave man."

"Come on, you can light it up..."

(These kids are... kidding me...)

Was it a pair of two, and the magician Maygas ate his teeth.

Now, both sides stand terribly on their arms. If you've dealt with him from the front at the same time, there's no winning first.

- Gap in, make sure. I'll scratch that whistle.

While falling into depression, the man from the demon warrior "Maygus" increases his concentration.

"Come on... Julie, would you step back for a second?"

Here at last, Sabel shifted her gaze to the crawling opponent.

"I'm not pretending to sleep, you perverted fish bastard. The ring hasn't come off, it hasn't worked much. Get up."

(CHUCKLES, right...... damn)

The murderer first notices there and strikes his tongue. As a general rule, the ring on your neck that you can't solve it unless you become incapable of combat. Pretending to be dead doesn't work by that specification.

(troublesome stink...... but this kid, the flame guy)

A blow I just took to the head. The heat of the wounds sustained and the smell of burnt hair speak eloquently of the enemy's attributes.

"If you're not going to stand up, that's fine, you black cape bastard. All you have to do is stab the todome from this position."

The moment, the silence ruled the place.

The distance between the two sides is about five miles. The depressed demon warrior, Maygas, and a sabel overlooking.

Only the greenery of the woods emits a faint leaf rub.

It was the magician Maygus who moved.

"Death Neck -!"

At the same time as it jumps, it shoots out a straight water flash like a throwing spear.

The aim is not Sabel.

"Yikes......!?

It was Julie, sheltered and backwards.

"! Son of a bitch!"

Sabel, who had decided to come to herself, couldn't handle it. And a flame is an attribute that gets a harsh attack. I'm not good at protecting others.

The flashing silver light strip ignored Sabel and approached Julie's eyebrows in a straight line -

"Hiccup."

Only in the motion of the woman leaning on her neck was the blow of her body flattened. Not even a nagging hem or a single hair, without blurring.

The water shot disappeared far away as it bounced and scattered the branches behind her.

It's like. Hilarious, and butterflies slipping through the gap between the fingers -

"Hey...?

Speed and timing are impeccable. A special flash. Take that.

"No, I'm surprised -!

That's all I thought about a woman who behaved like a toy.

And

"Oi... Phantom Black Cloak..."

The man with the number "Tsugo" shivers his angry voice low.

"A ride between a man and a man...... the next stagger, in that moment the battle is decided...... I thought it was such a burning scene. Wow, my mistake?

From the whole body of Sabel, a thin pocket rose. That change indicates the expression of scorched heat, which is also unique to the use of flames. But there is one heterogeneous point.

(What...? Koitsu......, purple, flame......!?

Dark-colored blue-purple firepowder, rambling to protect the sabel...

Flames are the most user-friendly attributes. There are many magicians among the magicians "Maygas", and the elders who lead the clan also deal with this power. It's a 'red' shining, symbolic swing of heat of destruction.

(That, should, but......!

But wrap the sabel. That was, like, something else. Embraced by purple palm, he, the young man exposes his angry form.

"Temee... over this period, I can't believe I'm trying to buckle Julie... he's such a pervert!"

"Keh, kid... what the hell is your flame... The colors are crazy, huh? Aren't you about to rot?

I didn't mean to provoke you like that. The purple flame man laughs sarcastically and drops his gaze to his own fist.

"Oh, is that unusual? That's unusual. My flames were born 'like this', and researchers don't even know the details. I used to get annoyed when I was a kid. Your flame, Kittanay! I don't know what to say. But, hey, hey, hey, come on."

A sharp glance stared at Gin and his enemies from the front.

"Whatever this power is! Protect Julie, that's fine -!"

Color is heterogeneous, but a rough step that definitely embodies the attribute of flame. A gripping fist swirls with an intense heat stream.

(speed-...!?)

More than Maygus, a demon warrior who moved to step back.

"Eat your teeth, yee-yee-yee!

Raging mad sabel was fast. There are no measures or back tables. A gripping fist wrapped in purple flames, approaching straight to the point of stupidity...

The brilliance of that blow remained forever in the consciousness of the magician Maygus, who soon after darkened.

"Julie, are you hurt...?

"It's okay, Sabel. Thanks, that was so cool!

To prove the word. The woman got ahead of herself as she tangled her arms and let her face come close.

"... then good for you"

On the beautiful face he was accustomed to seeing - making sure his lover didn't matter, Sabel exhales with a heartfelt relief.

"I'm sorry I put you in danger."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about me. I'm going to annoy your hand..."

"Don't be silly, I'm the one who created the kind of situation where you get attacked"

Beyond the beast path - the participants who themselves have defeated look back at the rolling grasshoppers, and Sabel zeroes as he regrets.

So just two white clothes arrived and began to embrace the stretchers. Julie meets her hand with the bread as she watches the scene far-flung.

"Ah! Speaking of which, how was' that '?

"That's it, Sman. I knew I couldn't do it."

against Sabel, who bows his head in tannic surfaces,

"Yeah, never mind. After all, you mean unrealistic...... What you can't do, no one else can."

Julie had no multiplication and returned a full smile.

- What are you talking about?

One of the provisions of the martial arts festival, 'It is forbidden to take luggage away from the person you defeated'.

Sabel was trying to secure the leaves of Arsilegna in a way that would not violate them.

That is - while standing around not to defeat the enemy, aim to take the load.

"No, that's just tough. The only way to plunder luggage is to moderate the person coming at you with a motivational man-man... I'm starting to feel like a thief."

Sabel was ahead of the three opponents he discovered, looking at the opportunity to take away bags that the enemy didn't have. Julie watched, hiding in the shade a little further away, with the intention of assisting him if she had to. But from behind it, she was struck by the sudden appearance of the magician Maygus. Sabel instantly killed her belligerent opponent and rushed to help her immediately - the result was this situation now.

"Unfortunately, you might want to give up securing Arsilegna. I guess it's time to plug into the end... less encounters with enemies, but for that matter I'm obviously just starting to hit the arm."

I'm sorry for the three of them being embraced in the bush right there, but they weren't very strong enemies. That's why I tried to take my luggage, but it failed quickly. This would have been my last chance.

I just wanted to get more Arsilegna in preparation for the second half of the battle, but I have to say no - Sabel concluded.

If you want to take it, naturally, from a weaker opponent than a stronger one. But if the target is "weak," it's possible he's already run out of leaves.

... even more now. This plan seemed a little unrealistic.

Well, these trials and errors are the same, and the youth give up with ease.

QUALITY Rigid. Sabel Alhano of Wisteride, a young man with a passion for his heart.

Naïve. A whimsical but healthy woman, Julie Micheus of "The Ethereal Leap Butterfly" Morpho.

The two are treasure hunters who have rolled all over the place. His name was also known there to his peers. Together we have done countless jobs and encountered many crises. Each time I drove, sometimes magnificently, sometimes forcefully, but surely dived through.

And this time, I came to this forest, not to the ruins.

Heavenly Banquet I heard rumors about. He also sought a thousand gold grabs while trying his arms and threw himself into this struggle.

The first appearance and the visibility of the two is never high in this land either.

If you return the back, that is, it is' no mark '. The contestants, who are alert to the two unnamed, are not the first.

So far we have kept the battle to the minimum necessary and strived to keep our health warm. I leave too much leeway.

For the two of them, who have traveled through various environments as treasure hunters, their actions in this dense forest are not even more bitter. I can't wipe the occlusion characteristic of the spiritual field, but that's the same thing for the other contestants.

Sabel featuring literal firepower by flame attributes, Julie obtaining quick evasion by wind attributes.

If they're together. I'm confident that any strong enemy can win, but on the other hand, I don't even think about it.

If this martial arts festival is attended by 'Penta' class monsters, they will be forced to fight extremely hard. That's why, the warmth of the margin.

In preparation for the struggle against the strong that one day will undoubtedly encounter, the two have won while lurking their breath.

If we can defeat that mighty enemy, then...

"Hmmm......"

"What's wrong, Sabel?

"Hey. Suppose we win, right? And then you're gonna sell your name as much as you ever did, right? Then the extra men came to Julie, who became famous..."

"... when I say that, Sabel says the same thing. I might get beat up by another Co..."

"Don't be silly, I'm just Julie"

"I'm just you, Sabel."

Confirming each other's affection, the two exchanged their mouths as they tangled their arms harder.

"Oops, I did"

So the hazy sabel,

"Hey, Osaan in white clothes there! This way, please!

He swung his empty hand around and called on the backs who were freeing the participants he had defeated. One of the white giants, so similar that he cannot be discerned, comes as he is called.

I need you to take care of him.

"Mm."

Noticed the presence of Maygas, a demon martial artist who flips and blows bubbles, white clothes frown.

"I want to get out of my way, Osama in white. Don't break anything to defeat him."

If Sabel says in a swallowing tone,

"... (I'm only twenty-two...)... I didn't know I was going to defeat this man... you guys, don't do it"

The white giant, like a twinkle, groaned with a heavy nod.

"That's right - because we're invincible together! That's right, Osama, how many more are left at the moment?

"... (It's twenty-two...)... I can't teach you that. But..."

moment. The sky flashed, as it took over the words of white clothes.

"Oh!?

"... Hmm, here we go"

Sky hidden from the wooden gap, the trajectory of the attributes drawn there.

"Whoa, this is the 'launch fire' ah......!

"Wow... Beautiful, Sabel"

"Julie's prettier."

"No, no, no, no, no. Sabel."

"Gohon"

Noticing a cough on the back, Sabel showed her teeth cheerfully, "I'm so sorry."

"Ah! Hey Sabel, we're not launching either!?

"Hmm? But the others will know where he is."

"Uh-huh, so is that... It's a huge event, and I just wanted to join you."

"... All right, all right. If that's what Julie says, let's do it."

"Are you sure!?

"Nah, I'm flashy for now, and if he's about to come crappy, it's a ton of crap! Always!

If we make two people explore the unknown ruins, we are talking about tea meals. For all things, it is everyday to move ad hoc. I'm good at fighting and running.

Just because the person called in by the signal is not a grudge demon but a human being, it would even be easy to feel.

"All right! Do you want to launch it flashly?

The two hold one hand together and lift it up over the sky, closely following one another.

"Come on, Julie!

"Yeah, Sabel!

- That's right. Far, wide ether, heart-shaped gunfire blossomed.

Countless wolf smokes boasting of their position, which began to rise slightly.

"... 'Launch Fire'...? It's time... to move."

Digos Akelone, with an invincible grin, lifts his heavy hips just when he has no choice. He stepped on the earth, opened and closed palms bigger than men, and ascertained how his body was doing.

- I'm recovering. It's far from complete, but it can move in twelve minutes.

Even if we can't move properly, we have to do it. Absolutely, I'll make it happen.

(Almost... wait, Saeri)

With a must-win determination in his chest, Akelone's young spear moves.

"Oh... that's the launch or something..."

Arishi Current Protection, who was resting with his back in a giant tree, raises his heavy hips wondering if it's time to go.

Naturally, a boy from modern Japan can't launch something like that. I just have to go to whoever gave that signal, stupid honest.

"Launch artillery," but the glow of the divine chant Oracle, visible from between the trees, varied from black swirling winds to cold-air straight lines blowing up high.

(If you look at it this way, it's pretty...)

It is also likely to be possible to grasp the characteristics and condition of the opponent based on the scale and attributes of the art of standing up. A weak glow, a powerful blink. Is that a frank indication of the power of the surgeon or a trap that falsely shows his margin?

By now, something like a heart-shaped fireworks had been launched about what it was meant to be.

Dino or Enrokak is likely to unnecessarily give big signals because of their character. Or will you go in without giving a signal, etc.?

"I guess they stay anyway... those guys"

It's going to be a tough fight, but the arsilegna I ingested in the previous fight worked. Sounds like it's time to move, and stand up.

Is it because of the leaves or is it your nature, "Saga"? With a chest full of feelings of refraining from staggering and exalting the strong, the boxing guerrillas walk out.

Digos, who laid down a difficult enemy named Enrokak, and a driftshield who destroyed a crook named Dj Foul. It was oddly at the exact same time that they moved out, taking a breath.

- And.

"Whoa."

Dino Gailroen, who was cool in the shade of a tree, looks up when he notices the sky stained with various colors.

"Finally, the second half of the battle," he said.

He stopped moving in vain because the encounters were extremely diminishing and he was no longer meeting anyone.

Wolf smoke rising one after the other. The whereabouts of the participants scattered across the vast woods, one after the other, are revealed.

But this, too, shouldn't be a glimmer.

Launch one flashy shot, for example, and hide yourself from it. Accidentally punish the person who came here. Those who use such means will naturally also come out.

"Ha..."

Dino Gailroen is an arrogant 'penta'.

I am the strongest. Everything is equally understated except yourself.

Therefore, there is no reason for me to go out.

The challenge is always the challenger.

You have to come under yourself.

The actions taken by the strong who thought so were truly simple and lucid.

"Ok, and..."

Far away sky with white clouds swimming. Dino's index finger shows the distant Ethereum.

From its fingertips, a thin scorching fire broke out.

A blast to the point of awesomeness.

A string of light strips, poisonous to the eyes as Hershey "Kakuen".

The flash is quicker, more powerful, and extends through the sky than any other 'launch fire'. Nothing to block, everywhere.

Even the clouds that were drifting along the way penetrate easily, fogging them by their aftermath and climbing to invisible heights. Its height is as if it were a sign of strength.

"Well... I guess I'll wait"

I don't run or hide. Dino, exalted in his presence, waits for the challenger as he sits.

The only one.

(... Kuk. "Omei" is the only one who won't come.)

But I don't mind.

A challenger is one who goes out.

I cleaned everything up. At the end of it. The only thing you will need to do is go under that opponent you will be a challenger with this leg of your own -

Launched by a transcendental man, it was to affect all equally.

"What is it? Aah! Is that a" launch fire "too!?

"...... huf"

It's like representing a teeming 30,000 audience. Duen faintly breaks his cheek as he sidelines the Scenomea beside him standing up unexpectedly.

That iron machine curse "Balghan" - even Septius shouldn't have teeth, Akelone's chief convinced him inside. That's, like, a weapon. Still, I guess I'm leaving enough room.

Now that Enrokak has disappeared. Can that overwhelming strong man just win through as he deserves? Or...

Eighty-seventh and heavenly banquet.

The end of it is near.

The reactions of the parties unfolding in "The Garden of the Infinite" - the warriors were also really varied.

"What, that cannon fire...!? I'm not kidding, what kind of monster...!?

One of the warring warriors, who was carefully walking along the quiet cliffside, stunned the face into a 'signal' he had not yet seen.

"Heh... I don't know where it is - but my soul and guts are Miemie. You're vain, you're flashy, you're pretending to be strong, right?... Isn't it?

"Then you, actually go and make sure..."

"... give me a break"

Maybe the skilled adventurers, who were starting to put the winner in perspective, look at the reality too harsh.

"Hi-no...! Oh, brother y, what is it now!?

"Oh, calm down Gadgad......! That's haunting......!

Former bandits Larutz and Gadgad accidentally slipped out of their hips, witnessing a red flash emitted from quite close proximity.

- Hatter? Then it's still better.

If you can imitate all that in a hatchet, how much power on earth do you exert in actual combat?

"Chi..., we're getting out of here anyway, Gadgad!

"Oh, come on, brother!

The two of them didn't mind mumbling and rushed out of the spot. It's not comparable to being chased by a guard, while being driven by overwhelming fear.

"Dude... I was expecting you, huh? One or two of the strong guys, they're here - be... But... I don't know..."

"Sa, Sabel..."

Young people with purple flames dare to laugh as they hold the shoulders of their lovers, who become anxious expressions.

"Damn you, Oi! I knew it was going to be that easy...!

But I'll try. Rather exciting. Along with Julie, I'll make sure she wins.

Because the more difficult it is, the stronger the enemy, the more it burns.

"F... I want you to give me a break."

The mouth of Digos, who saw it, was laughing, but there was no falsehood in the words uttered.

'Launch fire', which allows you to deduce not only the location but also the characteristics of the target, but so far it is also unusual to say 'at a glance who let it go'.

Now, we shouldn't fight that man yet.

The more difficult it is to overlook, the more luxuriously burst fire line, confirming its direction, turning its foot in the opposite direction 'now'.

"Wow..."

He was walking away, suddenly released from a distance, it was like a laser cannon.

Yeah, let's not go that way.

Arishi shield turned his heel without hesitation, turning back the way he came.

An overwhelming scorch fire by 'Penta'. That ended up just letting many be wary, regardless of the weak and strong - and it seemed.

However, the gathering of a wide variety of people is one of the hallmarks of the heavenly banquet.

Being, being.

"There you go... I found you, kid...!

Its appearance, nestled in the deep woods, is like a pig.

If you tour a giant that's just ripped off, the hooked branch leaves make a crisp noise.

He turned himself through them unintentionally and looked up at the line of fire that ripped through the sky.

Pretty far in position. But - definitely. Limited, such as those who can handle all that magic.

"Until Oi goes... I'm not gonna fuck you...!

Orchester is the constituent. A cleaner who wipes out those who are enemies of the organization without exception. Two names, "Ice Heavenly General" Modern Gun.

Chuv Dappave, laughing furiously, finally captured the intended opponent.

"What a..., horrible..."

The young man, who witnessed the gunfire emanating from nearby besides his thoughts, shook himself to grief.

At a glance. And he that waiteth there, that he is mighty unto immense. Unless you bring down that opponent, you have no victory.

It's too...

"I see..."

Tough 'garden of infinity' trees that are not engraved with one scratch in most operations. A few of them creeping around the youth freeze from the roots.

"I... must confront such an enemy, or...?

Piscilli, with Pakiri.

The grass leaves and earth at your feet turn white and hard, and thin claws begin to wrap around you.

"I guess that's... hey, hey, hey, hey...! No, hihihihihihihihihihihihi...!

A heavenly banquet where the mighty gather together. The man who once wiped out the most enemies on that stage - starts walking to be led.

Commonly known as the Shooting Down King. Greefoot Martyhawk.

Last time, the man competed with 'Penta'.

The mouth of a beautiful young man stained with tears was, however, hung distorted above this.

- The warriors, who are not even afraid of immense artillery fire, move out.

"Kill"

"Kill, kill"

"Kill. Kill, korosu, korosukoro, sukoro, korosukoro, korosukoro"

Instead of recovering, health is following a path of depletion.

The man, wandering in a hazy consciousness, never noticed the signals that had begun to launch everywhere.

All I know is...

Kin, Kin.

Sound.

Faintly audible from the inside of itself, a metallic sound of aftermath.

That foothold, like a ghost.

The man, who is the brother of the leader by making him part of the magician "Maygas" - Kaza Farnez, flutters, goes between the woods.