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

"... two weeks, right..."

'Oh......'

From the peek window of the heavy door, the two guards peek softly inside.

Hard, narrow stone cell. There, there was enough water strained to soak up to his knees.

On such a one-room wall, a big man with a very big body sat calmly on his hips.

The juxtaposed waters make it a chastisement chamber where you can't even lie and rest, but the giant relaxes in dignity without the wind passing by willingly. There was even an extra thin grin on the thick lips through the little ornament.

'Stupid...... it's been two weeks since you've been eaten off. You bastard, why can you stay flat...?

All I'm giving you is drinking water.

But flesh like beyond its people's knowledge, there is no sign of decay at all. I can't even see how my skin can get puffy after losing water.

As it is, a year. No, ten years. Isn't it equally laid back, even if it's locked in extensively?

No, on the contrary.

If you're tired of being grown up, wouldn't this monster pop out of this prison lightly? There was a horror that even brought such concerns to mind.

"..." Immortal, "or..."

At that time. The surveillance of Enrokak Stijje, who was placed in the punishment chamber, was one of the tasks the soldiers most hated.

in a corner of the lab surrounded by a large number of books.

"Mm-hmm. I don't know. Not so much out of specialty. It's an incredible event for me to study. It's a phenomenon, and it's not something I've learned about the bitter Great Ape Man. If you want to investigate your chest swelling, I'll be happy to do it."

Yeah, this is why I don't like dealing with weirdo research jobs.

While I think so, I don't have the right to choose my job for the second year of the Lower Miscellaneous.

Somehow, Lord Khandara will blame you there - and if you ask him, Director Chimohay has turned to a sympathetic smile.

"Hmm, did you use Kandara? If you squeeze too much waste, the Lord may get lost in the streets. If...... which, don't you want to hit your hand with one" plump "'

Is it a treat, when I accidentally returned it, the immortal old husband frowned and made a stern look.

"Don't insult me with sweets. If a woman's stomach likes it and understands it, it's a shortcut to understanding a woman."

The old man agreed as if to speak the truth, even as he stroked his white and splendid jawbeard.

'Mmm, so I remembered. Of the Trident family, that shitty wooden idol... there's something called Ankwu. That's the big guy next to Enrokaku. Son of a bitch, I took the liberty of eating the new ice cream specially ordered by the eagle, the silk white snow! A trump card to catch the girl's attention! "I'm so hungry..."! I'm kidding, you'll lose it all the time, Lord! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...'

I almost wondered how he reacted, but the director immediately squeezes his expression.

"... of what I've been talking about. Whoa, whatever... Let's just try to find out a little bit about Enrokaku's specificity. It's too much for our hands. Worst case scenario, I'll even ask the eastern" pharmacist. "

Thank you for your generosity, and if you bow your head, Director Chimohay quickly became the researcher's face.

"Enrokaku has endured a long fasting sentence."

In a strange story, the best intellectuals at Lefe narrow their eyes.

"Big guy" means "eating" anyway. That way, the maintenance of the giant will, of course, eliminate the witchcraft consumed by the exercise of witchcraft - say hello to the wind now, soul and mind power "Prarna" - and make up for this as little as possible. That's exactly what I've been talking about. Ah, he'd be stuck in the dining room if he had time. Whatever you do, you don't want to eat until you're ready. Though, if you try him, it's what you need. That ridiculous meal. '

You were right, if you ask me.

Ankwu Judekka, one of the family members of the trident that makes exorcism a business, is immersed in the dining room as usual every hour of every day. If you don't see it for a few days, you're on an expedition, enough to tell right away.

On the other hand, I've never heard of Enrokaku, even bigger than him, sticking to food at all. I've heard that you need more moisture than people - but that can't even cover essential nutrients.

"How do you get the energy you need?"

That question, as Director Timohay casually said, was echoing in his head.

"Settlement, settlement -! Should I say that a moment's judgment divided the light and darkness, here the armament rose - '

Widespread communication of loudly ringing voice actors in the ears and cheering audiences for increased enthusiasm.

Finally, we are about to reach the end of the Eighty-seventh Heavenly Banquet.

……

But behind such an avid atmosphere, the skilled soldiers of red armor, in their fourteenth year of the year, looked across the bridge, the entrance to and exit from the forest, with a quiet eye.

"How are you, Commander of the Guard?"

A young soldier standing next to me calls out in surprise.

"Oh, no..."

Second, I remember a long time ago.

How long have I been in a position to follow many of my men? As an ancient soldier, I am proud to say that I have also gained considerable strength and insight. That's why I should say.

(Really... you lost? That Enrokaku...)

It's hard to believe easily, such as that monster that I know so well now has fallen off.

That's how Lefe's state-of-the-art technology and Zeilin's blackwater mirror found out, so it can't be a mistake or anything.

But...

(For what I don't actually see with these eyes, I don't know...)

A good amount of time has passed since the ambulance entered to carry out the defeated Enrocak. Still, I can't see them from across the forest road.

(... Worried, I hope)

I'm taking the trouble to carry that giant, I want to think.

The skilled soldier kept staring at the Black Forest in a half-playing mood.

It's settled here! The two struggles led by the "launch fire," settled here!

With fewer people left, the encounters were naturally decreasing in the second half of the battle.

Little by little the scene of the struggle was being captured by the derision that the 'launch fire' had begun. One person, one person and surely, the remaining number will be squeezed.

'In the meantime, can we also call it a tremendous sword trident…, a spark - no, sprinkling steam together, supreme ice and flame!

"Mm-hmm. It fits the second half of the battle and is highly intertwined. It doesn't have to be like this. '

Zeilin had also narrowed her eyes satisfactorily.

Greefoot Martyhawk, which produced ten ice legs from his back. Dino Gailroen, with a great pillar of flame on both arms. Curved white legs and columns of red lotus scattered with fire powder. That intense staggering was still happening.

Greefoot in speed and maneuver. Dino in power and range. All in all, a series of antagonistic dance attacks raises the White Horse one after the other.

Dino thins as he takes the three shaken down hook claws with one flame fang on his left.

"Nice, you can enjoy it. So, please... '

Gin, and Red Ball eyes add radiance.

"It's not over easily!?

Full of overflowing flames. The fire column to the right rolling the Red Lotus swept off the greenfoot directly from the side.

"..., - Hi-"

It was a wormless behavior.

Greefoot kicked the earth with legs grown from his back, not his own feet. Leaps high like a bat and sticks straight to the near-field trunk. He held an old tree trunk with ice legs, grabbed a branch, and looked down at Dino from about five miles high. Its appearance with the trunk on its back and both legs floating and hanging from the tree is somewhere reminiscent of a hanging corpse.

"Ha, I thought it was a spider. Was it a bat? Now I'm trying to be semi. Whoa, I'm praising you. This is the first time he's avoided being funny."

If a young man wearing prison flames looks up and laughs,

"Tsu... Strong..."

Beautiful young man snapped at a tree squeaks in a trembling voice sweating like a waterfall.

'Or... easily... unlikely to win. No... I could lose. I... lose? That's... sad. Sad thing,. No, no, no, no.'

Bounced.

Tree to tree. Jumping from branch to branch, Greefoot makes himself dance in the air. Allow your back legs to cleverly snap, crossing one tree after another. The monkey was also light-hearted in the face.

"Or, none - no!"

That's how he bounces endlessly between the trees, shooting off one ice bullet after another that he created in both hands. My hands are empty because I leave the movement to my 'legs'.

A storm of ice cubes pouring in all directions from above. A flock of white ice that is hard and big to call hail, one by one as much as shells. A fierce and extreme sweep wore the earth, and the sprayed dirt sand instantly covered Dino's appearance.

"Ugh, wow, what the heck is this! Awesome series of ice bullets -! Will Dino raise this!? How do you see it, Mr. Duane!... Mr. Duen?

If the voice rep turned his face sideways, the champion serving as the commentary had not looked at the blackwater mirror. Its gaze is far away - watching the black forest that spreads in front of everyone, the bridge that serves as its entrance and exit.

"Mr. Duane... what have you done?

'... no'

With a finger under his chin, the man zeroed his potpourri.

"The ambulance that was supposed to bring Enrokaku out... it's a little late."

"N ~..., I'd love to. I don't have a hobby for being tied up."

- Something that shouldn't have happened.

"Well, if you could have sealed me up, you should have wrapped at least five more. Is that Duane you ordered? Even he thought he could restrain me to this extent... hey Kotto. If that's the case, go through the shame, it's sad."

With arms such as thick muscles themselves turned glued, the giant - Enrocak Stijje zeroes so as if it were nothing.

……

Ron, a young white garment, was just standing in front of an incredible sight.

"Immortals".

I was well aware that this man was called that.

But.

"Fool......, na......"

In time, just a few moments of events.

It was tying its gigantic body - pulling a tough rope that had been wound multiple times, with an explosion of wind, and chopping it. At the same time as he jumped like a wind, he crushed the face of the white clothes that stood right beside him with his fist. With a streamlined behavior as it moves, he flashes his second neck with a handknife. The third person who dared to fly here made a series of strikes in white clothes easy and kicked his head to pieces.

The escape of the moment, the tragedy to the magnificence by the fist and foot wrapped in the breeze. It hasn't taken five seconds for the lives of three inflexible men to be lost.

That's how, as for the beast freed from the cage, he's the last one with both his blood-running eyes - looking down at Ron, the black monster.

"Enrokaku - heh!

Stepping on the earth, Ron set himself up. Fight inside as you set up.

Amazing resilience with this monster. Power beyond people's knowledge. And the overwhelming ability of witchcraft.

(No way, so far...!

Diegos' unleashed moves did not cause any loss. With perfect sophistication, I defeated this man. There was no loophole in the restraint either. That's why...

As if nothing had happened now, this giant is standing flat.

Digos' move to disable Enrokaku. That is undoubtedly the ultimate 'matching move' comparable to Duen's.

Instead of retaining his life while bathing it decently, this man was just resurrected. Perhaps not even Duen assumes resilience to this point. That's why they got out. But I can't help it. Anyway, no one has ever been able to push Enrokaku.

- No one knows the limits of this monster.

However, there are facts close to certainty.

(Perhaps this guy...!

I was hurt and my consciousness dropped. That's how while I was asleep, my health recovered.

(The cod also has about...!

Nevertheless, it is far from complete. The giant is covered in wounds and his shoulders are up and down. but as a result, even that blow of Digos will have been outdone.

Even the art of corporating to the strongest depths of the Lefe cannot be killed. Exactly 'Immortal'.

"Don't move, Enrokaku......!

"It's a futile order. You don't have the power to keep that word."

The pitch-black giant tilts his neck on his boring beard and squeals.

Ron himself knows a hundred things about being meaningless. A desperate impatience only made the words spit out.

Whatever it is, I can't let this monster go wild or anything.

- Results theory, though. I guess I should have stabbed the stop when Digos lost consciousness of this man. But as white clothes - as a judge involved in the heavenly banquet, I could not allow such an exception. I couldn't allow myself to hold back.

One more thing that sucks. If only I had a black water mirror, I could tell this emergency through Zeilin. But the mirror Ron had in his possession has been damaged by the aftermath of an earlier blow by Digos.

- Then at least.

"... Enrokak. The murder of three white clothes... is a serious violation. I hereby solemnly declare you."

Until the end of the day, only perform all duties as white clothes.

"- Whoops...!

Start chanting.

If Zeilin comes into contact with the mirrors of the three people who were killed, he might detect an anomaly. Most importantly, it wouldn't be convenient to carry things around.

Still, if the ambulance returns late, Duen will always notice. Then buy some time. Nevertheless, he is not the one who can escape. One of my own white clothes. It stays on and off, keeps on setting up constant strikes, and stops sewing its legs for as long as possible.

He must be quite worn out, though he woke up.

"- Sick!

It is not advantageous to be attacked first.

Ron ran as he removed the spinning stick from his nose and fleshed to Enrokak.

(Nail it with a serial strike......! Maintain intermission, containment -)

Dull sounds and shocks echo.

…… …………

fleshy, I thought.

"But I...!

The right fist of Enrokaku protruded unconstitutionally.

to Ron's abdomen, was deeply screwed like a wedge.

(time...... earn, even)

Just recognize the reality of being too merciless.

A full self and a dying enemy. Still,

- The battle is incomplete.

That, too isolated physique difference. The opponent's time is wider than this one with the weapon. And strength and agility reminiscent of the beast.

It's too different. basic abilities, in itself.

Enrokaku is - the monster with his fist straight out is looking down at Ron with cold eyes that don't seem to have any emotions. The gaze of the overwhelming, different-dimensional strong.

(... oh,)

Good.

Just in case, it was in this technique that I was chanting.

"… hehe, hehe. I've always admired the kid."

Hearing Ron's words scattered with blood revulsion, Enrokak finally moves his eyebrows in surprise.

"... hero, biography... something, but often... there is, isn't there?

Blood-stained mouth, crooked to the limit.

"... 'I'll take care of the rest,' he said... I was shown the struggle of Digos... and I rolled away."

Ron threw down his weapon and grabbed Enrokak's arm, which was buried disappointingly in his own body.

Though a giant who sensed intent tries to pull his arm,

"- Don't knock on your white clothes, Decnovo."

At the same time as Ron's awesome grin. The explosion sounded like a wooden spirit in the corner of the woods.

White clothes are the backs that run smoothly through the heavenly banquet.

One of the tasks is to make the rough and bragging arms gathered from all over comply with the rules, as well as to eliminate those who do not. Inevitably, it consists of a highly combative elite.

".................. I don't give a shit..."

stronger than the participants in the coven, but with the return blood of such white warriors. Enrokak groans with a faint bass.

Around, three of the four white clothes that had escorted themselves had rolled into untold corpses. Their wrapped pure white outfits are dyed in vibrant red.

"Damn... I don't know..."

Blurred again, depositing his back in a near-field tree.

Of the four, there is no appearance of the last one. Because

"Suicide bombing, motherfucker..."

Exactly, it's not like comparing to the earlier Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb. But the blow of abandonment undoubtedly engraved a definite wound on Enrokak's stubborn flesh.

"Gu......!

Enrokaku now puts his hand on his neck, wrapped in returning blood and white smoke. The ring was gone. That is undoubtedly also a testament to the fact that once we let go of consciousness - we lost on the provisions of the martial arts festival.

- My body is heavy. My nose hurts. My legs tremble. Why am I seeing this?

Imminent, murderous elbow.

Remnants of a blazing thunderbolt, incandescent enough to burn your eyes.

And the latter battle. That last moment,

(... ah, the... kid...)

Luo Zhai Just before he tried to unleash "Lagu Grate," the six kings thunderbolt now flew in. And...

No way, imitate that. With those hands, this me.

But I remember. Next time.

"... k, f, hahahaha..."

I'll admit it, Digos Akelone.

You're the "mighty man" I should kill.

Remove the arcilegna leaves from the nose.

Enrokak, who was deliberately attacked for 'adjustment', naturally hasn't used it as one yet. I grabbed it messily and threw three pieces together into my mouth. Chewing, it reminds me of my own words.

"I'm thirty three years old, too. We're all round, even now."

It's been a long time since I've stepped into the royal castle, the words I unleashed against the governor, Kayer.

- Oh. It was a mistake.

This is what I should have done from the beginning.

If you ramble. If you trample on discipline, that man will come out. That serious fox bastard is bound to stand up.

Anyway, he's the only person who could stop me from busting 'with all his might,' cause he's the only one.

I have had consciousness since I was a child. Abnormality, he said.

This flesh that just needs to know where to stay and continues to grow in extension. This body does not need any excessive rest or supplementary activities.

No matter, I'm hungry. Thirsty. But there's no problem. Survive. I'm not dying. The way it is, as if it had been removed from its management as an organism.

A true mighty man, as if he had been inevitably imposed to live.

Same thing I've ever done in my life.

Only do it now, even on this occasion.

"F, haha...... ha, ha"

Nonsense. Why didn't you notice such a simple thing?

Enrokaku breathed heavily.

――――――――――――

What was emitted was a shock that should also be described as sound violence.

A crowd of astonished birds fly in unison from the trees. Something was on the surface of the swamp, diving in a hurry.

It's undisputed, the roar of the Wesen that makes something alive and living.

".................. hoo..."

Still, stay.

Nasal, leg erosion discomfort.

White thunder burnt to the eyelids.

Pain. A desire for destruction amplified by "Sai Moment". I whisper to you to ravage everything with all your might. The high resilient flesh mixes with the exaltation by Arsilegna. The willingness to kill overflowing from the inside drives the body.

- Kill them. Kill them and they'll be cured.

Kill them. Kill them all, and they'll come out.

I mean...

"b, ha, hahahahaha"

It was a simple story. That's - what I'm good at.

I don't need any trouble.

Kill them all. Everything, fits round.

An abominable demon sword, freed from the sheath of the name of reason - the fiercest sword that swept away the rust of stipulation - began wandering through the 'garden of the infinite' in search of prey.