Flames and ice intertwine, making sounds similar to explosions.
Avoid and scratch the anomalously wielded white ice hook claws. Stepping in and waving the blade of the fire, the thin and tough legs received it and twisted its orbit. Not only that, but a few legs that are downward kick the earth and keep up the intermission at a rate that no one can afford.
- Interesting, he said.
Dino was amazed in his chest as he crossed dried.
The man named Greefoot, one after the other in tears, is too rare, but his skill was incredibly high, fast, sharp, and ingenious.
Five pairs of ice legs, grown from this man's back. This belongs to the "creation" manipulation system. A system that mimics and shapes something existing. It would be common to embody armaments such as swords, axes, spears and shields. Dino is no exception. I'm not thinking of a clear weapon, but as indicated by the two names "Jailflame Double Tooth" Dinofang, "I immobilize a two-way flame and treat it as a long pattern.
But Griefoot is different.
It mimicked not weapons or protective equipment, but parts of the organism's body. Dino thinks he looks like a spider, but what about it actually?
Sometimes it acts as a foot running through the earth, sometimes as a leg bouncing around between trees. It is not just a weapon of inflexible ease, but also serves as a means of mobility with high mobility. Some people use the blasting power of the attack technique to move - Dino himself rarely exercises it - but it is also a different biological movement.
I didn't even think about it, the "creation" - a bizarre way of treating offensive techniques. Dino was honestly struck by the scales from his eyes.
Nevertheless, there is even a user in the world who embodies something like a monster of will, as the ultimate system of its' creation '. If that's what you think, there's no point in mimicking some of the organisms. I'm just saying that Dino didn't need such a trial and error before, so I guess the idea didn't even come to mind.
In addition to those traits, Greefoot's own bizarre behavior. Or upside down, or upside down, or crawl low on the ground. With that posture, the orbit of the ice leg also changes dramatically.
Those elements made the swinging indiscriminate fire extremely hard to read out of common sense. In the companions, they will be slapped down without a few matches.
- Strong hits and hard hits that bump into each other, several random shots.
"Knock, uhh...!
Greefoot, who bounced heavily and retreated, stares at Dino with grudging eyes.
The transcendentalist of flames - impressed by this opponent - was analyzing everything accurately and dangerously tight.
"What...! One, strong......! This feeling of powerlessness... despair... you are like that day... that horrible spider...!
"Huh? Spiders?"
"That was when I was six. There were beautiful butterflies, visiting the flower beds of the house like every day. When I started waiting for that butterfly to come, I named her Emilia."
Greefoot suddenly stood up and spoke to rap. You don't mind an unexpected frowning dino or anything, and the young man who tears continues in a hazy tone.
"It was about a warm Sabbath. The day the flowers blossomed beautifully and the weather was blessed. As always, I was waiting for Emilia. But no matter how long we wait, she won't show up. I look all over the garden, but I still didn't see her... Ah"
So. Like a gripping gear, Greefoot's unspoiled narrative stopped.
"Yeah, I didn't see her. There wasn't."
It was a suspicious dino, but the young man in tears inherited so as if nothing had happened immediately. That's somewhere, with the unnaturalness of skipping the scene of dislike of the picture book you're reading.
"But that was a mistake. She was already here."
Eating up his teeth, Greefoot shakes his neck to the left and right.
"Emilia was... stranded in a big spider's nest, strewn around a corner of the garden! I got tangled up in yarn, and I couldn't even move! It was a big, fierce spider! Helpless and timid, I could only stare at her... as Emilia was devoured miserably..."
Like an actor, with a fierce gesture. The young man so tightened and shook his clothes quietly.
The divine chant "Oracle" is also a power that depends greatly on the spirit of the person in question.
A very small scene in nature: a butterfly-eating spider. So the figure of the predator that I saw was engraved into the brain of a young child's greyfoot as a strong and horrible being, which formed the basis for acquiring his current abilities?
It didn't matter to Dino from the bottom of his heart, but I thought about that with my neck ringing.
"Yes... you too strong remind me of that nasty spider..., no, right...!
Giri, and. A tooth-eating sound reached Dino's ear.
"A spider......! You... of the hour!
A grudge squeezing out of the back of my throat. An almost white-eyed glance. Quick to say, Greefoot kicked the ground with an awesome shape.
Even though I knew Dino was "coming," it's so fast that I can't intercept him. Close enough to be instantly brought to the impasse, expecting to penetrate linearly.
The meshing ice and flames lift up the crease.
(... Narhod, Nee)
Changing the number of "legs" that kick a leg can change the speed of travel. Now more hook claws had slammed the earth, achieving fast travel in an area where he was mostly sumptuous. At first glance, I can also be convinced that I have unexpectedly lost sight of it.
"You......, you must be a spider then!?
Even while Dino calmly analyzes, Greefoot presses his back hook paw in tears.
"Answer me... you! You turned into a person and showed up!? You must have done it! Emilia... you!
Blood running, hateful eyes that I just think have lost their sanity. If it were normal, there would be no one decent fit with the craziness "fu" man bullshit - and.
But Dino Gayleroen laughs invincibly.
"- Then what?
moment. The speed of the gladiator accelerated by one step.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yeah, I'm gonna kill you! I'll kill you, you demon! Wait, Emilia! I'll rip his belly right off... 'cause I'm gonna get you out of here. Heh...!
With two flaming columns, you can't twist nearly ten fast 'legs', and a few white blades blur Dino's cheeks. There was no scratch. A fine red line is engraved on the straight face. But.
"What did you do? Is that a mon?
With a tremendous indiscriminate blow, scratched and slightly pressed, the ruler of prison flames rips the edge of his mouth for heartfelt pleasure.
"Am I going to do the chintara... Omei 'too'... I'm going to eat you?
"This voo... opo -! The incarnation of evil. Ahhh!
The heavily clashed blow caused a faint separation between the two.
What is the amazing shape of a beautiful young man is his back, and the surrounding air cools at the same time.
"- Ice god, it's Cuarenae. Shorter, more sinful, more powerful."
Contrary to Greefoot's too humble prayer, the power he manifested was outrageous.
So much so that the tear Shizuku dripped from the young man's cheek instantly froze and scattered.
Thick and long with the whites, the 'legs' become enlarged. It blossoms viciously and beautifully, as if to undergo rapid growth.
"- Ice Hell Claw Flashes" Krustaros Swinvoleo "
"Wow! He's growing from the back of a Griefoot player. He looks like a leg... he's getting huge. Ah! '
"Hmm. Two trump cards that Mr. has... you've put out one of them, a more direct one"
Scenomere reaction that sounds like if you hit it and a pale Duen mouthfeel everywhere.
This contrast in the narrative seats is also becoming totally familiar.
"Nah......!
How many times have I fulfilled it? As a single audience, Belgrette is nailed to the mirror.
(What a technique of scale......!
You mean he was working out so much divine chanting "Oracle" in the back with that Dino playing more than a mutual sword trident?
The white ice claws growing from the back of the greyfoot had roughly doubled their length and thickness.
If you have witnessed what he looks like now from afar, you may be confused with the ice grudge demon.
This was once the shooting down king. "Penta" to the west, who told Levin Rayfield that his spine was frozen.
"Hmm..."
What was heard from Belgrette's right neighbour was the exclamation of the gentleman in the example.
"I guess fine technique is better than chav"
Reassemble your long legs and continue smiling invincibly.
"Anyway, that's up to you. The winner."
It was a prophecy that showed a future a few seconds away.
Yeah, just like then. It's the same time Emilia died.
Death is sad.
In this way, she is trapped by sharp and vicious hook claws.
If you create death with this blow.
Also sad.
That's a hug of death to the point of immense.
Eight hook claws, swollen to an uninterrupted scale, descended in the form of a covering on the dino. To wrap it up, to crush it.
Our 'penta' does not avoid this and takes it head-on by crossing two flaming columns. An ear-busting explosion shook the atmosphere.
"... Ha...!
With so much impact, both feet of the trampled dino bury into the ground of the soil. Due to the wind pressure generated, the soil smoke is scattered to escape. About a brittle house would collapse, a tremendous nail strike.
"... G!
A heavy blow that didn't even take a pull on the inflexible grudge demon did make the 'Penta' flesh with physical strengthening. Blood flow, which should have stopped, overflows from the abdominal wounds worn by Badalje's handshot. And at the same time, frozen by cold air.
But no offense.
The intolerable Dino put his strength to his knees,
"-Oh... Raaaa!
He shook up his double fangs with all his might, crushing all the ice legs that should have been antagonizing him. Big hook claws bounce flying, melting and fogging with brilliance.
A swinging flame pulled a tail as loose as a wing.
"...,... hey..."
Gleefoot dyeing its face in amazement. Dino against still doesn't break his grin.
"Ha, is that Omei's full power now? Not bad. It was a blow."
Without loosening the power of the lifted arms, now take that momentum - down.
"Hih."
to the crying-faced youth who redeployed their ice legs and consolidated their defenses,
- Oh, my God. I enjoyed it.
He slammed the double blade of the overflowing Red Lotus relentlessly.
- Red. Spread on one side, vermilion.
In a fading consciousness, the sight rises.
- Very well. How dare you, Emilia?
That's how I burned down the black, horrible spider. [M] Smoke went up, and my parents scolded me perfectly for rushing to do something.
- 'Cause you don't have a choice. Because he took Emilia...
Yeah, but. How did Emilia get hooked on the spider in the first place?
Emilia. Oh, why, you won't let me touch you? I just want to touch you a little bit. Why are you running away? Why? Why are you running? This...
――
Oh. I was. I only remember what's convenient for me. Forget what I did.
".................. Ah, ah"
In the hot whites that are likely to steam. Greyfoot stands up suddenly at his own loss.
The earth that was scattered and submerged. Oracle, the ice god chant that pushed away and disappeared completely. A body that is likely to collapse even now due to the impact of being slapped. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't been all over my body and thoroughly defensive.
A faint breeze scattered the clouds, revealing the appearance of the confronting red youth. It's like the flame itself - the man who combines calamity, intensity, and beauty.
"... ah, ah..."
- Oh, hell. It can't be a spider or something. Rather. Ruler of harsh scorching fever, like a flame that burned down that spider's nest.
The young man slowly walks over, letting his red eyes shine and the remnants of the firepowder dance around him.
"Omei's moves were ironic and intriguing"
Keep it up.
Instead of stabbing a stop, he just goes barefoot by the side. Easy walking, like going for a walk. In my underwear pocket, with my hands in it.
"Bye. I enjoyed it and found it helpful. I can still be strong."
With a vicious, yet childlike smile that finds a new way to play.
creeping, and - both knees of the greyfoot crept on the spot, and the ring that was wrapped around his neck fell loose.
'Hmm. Settlement, right?... No Way To Go'
"Kay, settle, settle!
Following Duen's sigh, Scenomea echoed the communication into the blue sky.
"Oh, if you finish it, you win - heh! Me, I have to think about it already! Right now, I don't think it's an exaggeration to say I'm the head of the winning candidate, you Dino Gailroen! Strong, strong, too strong - Ugh! And what is it!" I'm still - I can be strong "or something! Hiaaah! What are you going to do with being stronger than this!
Heavy flames and ice clashes. To that settlement, the cheering guest seats. In the meantime, the maiden in charge of voice tapping the desk all the time.
"Little girl, you can no longer hide it..."
To Zeilin whining bitterly, Scenomea stands in a biting momentum.
'So, but! In fact, all the players who were now famous as winning candidates have fallen off! According to the dossier at hand!
Enrokak, a mysterious giant in the pre-building, fanatic Badaluye Becker, the leader of the magician Maygas, Dj Foul, and the previous shooting down king Greefoot Martyhawk. The featured participants in the pre-dossier all fell off at the moment, as Scenomea put it.
Most importantly, no one would have expected one of them, Badaluye Becker, to wear such a weapon and participate. But even then, it is just destroyed by Dino. This "Dino" in charge of voice can never be smiled at as out of touch.
"Mr. Duane, Mr. Duane! What do you think, which player will win? '
It was Scenomea speaking rough-nosed,
…………
The commentary champion once again watched for the entrance and exit of the forest - the bridge leading to "The Garden of the Infinity".
"Already, Mr. Duane! Are you listening!?
'... too late'
Not in reply to Scenomea. I just groaned so alone.
'Huh? Um... you mean the ambulance? We headed to bring out Enrokak players'
"Yes, Lord Zeilin, I'm sorry to hear about the ambulance."
There.
Exactly that Zeilin Yuente rose abruptly after changing his blood phase.
"Holy crap... these are..."
Flashy groaning. I guess I never even saw that look on her face that exposed her amazement, in the bloodline Scenomea. Ask him if he is swallowed by the atmosphere or in a hurry.
"What is it, Mr. Zeilin? What's wrong? '
"... Behold"
The transcendent in charge of "reflection" projects the scene in the mirror just because it is difficult to explain it. That scene that appeared that way was the look of one battle. But.
"Hey, eh!?
'Again......!
stands up Scenomea, a duen that opens her thin eyes.
Over the mirror, a persecuted anger arrives.
"You're kidding me, you son of a bitch! Buh, I'm gonna knock you down!
'So, but this guy, he's not wearing a collar!?
'You know, this is the one who suddenly set me up! If you don't do it, they'll do it!
Seems to be acting together with two participants - confronting each other, a huge shadow. Big enough to make your black skin think you're deviating from a person's realm. The furry garment that wraps it is dyed by Zhu as if it had been so from the beginning. Both eyes, which were opened, dwelt in an unusual madness that could be felt even by those who did not find themselves in the struggle. As one of the warriors uttered, the ring that should be wrapped around his neck - the testimony of the participants is lost.
Defeated and supposed to be carried out - Enrokak Stijje.
By the way, the man who was disqualified from fighting on this occasion was rampant and insane as a storm that destroyed everything.
"This... big fat ass!
One of the warriors shoots a series of flames from mid-range. Exactly the only participant who has won until this second half of the game, a sharp and precise attack technique. That goes without saying, flaming shotgun.
But Enrokaku swallows all of it with a streamlined leg, and the inevitable knocks it off with a fist of wind. In response to the sight, Scenomea shouted as she turned her voice back.
'Damn...... I don't hit it!? At that distance!?
"Ah, he's supposed to be an excellent user of physical skills. In warriors like you, it's so hard to even touch them. For this martial arts festival, it seems that you have deliberately been attacked by an enemy.
'Oh, well...!
Even the amateur Scenomea would have easily recognized the threat. It's hard to even hit an attack, and even if you hit it again, you won't fall down with the stubbornness you should fear. Furthermore, due to unusual resilience, it is immediately brought back to life.
- From both hands of such a monster, the spiralling wind roared.
Naturally, it's not just protection. The attacker is also a thousand.
The unleashed black wind drew an arc, unusually dancing through the universe, gently crushing the heads of the two as the serpent devoured the prey.
At the same time, there is a continuous noise in the venue announcing the occurrence of a deserter.
Murder of participants by those who have fallen off and become disqualified -.
'Become... oh my god...!
Scenomea's faint whining must have represented the thoughts of the 30,000 people who sat in the guest seat.
"Enrokak, you -!"
So it was one white garment that poked through the grass and jumped out. No longer gives wasted warnings or anything, but creates ice spears in both of those hands fleshly.
"Sick!
A body wrestling that outweighs a concurrent participant. The white giant makes sharp spikes toward Enrokaku one after the other.
"Ah... I can't hit it..."
Scenomea's voice disappears empty.
Lightness you can't even imagine from its gigantic body. A gentle "Ern" movement as if it embodied the attribute of wind, which a man encloses. It doesn't hit, doesn't even scratch. Alternatively, he flips and flips, or he plays with a wind wrapped around his arm. Repeat, Enrokak carefully and securely sweeps the storm of the spike.
- As if. It's impossible, such as trying to hurt the 'wind'.
Enrokaku devotes himself to violence against the provisions. But the body technique belonged to an area that could be called an unparalleled example.
Zero while Scenomea nails it in the mirror, as if he has forgotten his duties.
"Su... wow..., not at all... the way we fought so far,"
The answer to that is Duen's quiet - a voice that even contains some nostalgia.
'Lord Zeilin also said... that is what that man is. We usually wrap ourselves around the heavenly wind to deal with accidental attacks... but if we are present in front of our enemies, we often do not use defensive techniques but only martial arts. "
'Uh, why not? If you prevent it with a heavenly coat of headwinds, it's easier and more certain there...'
'Cause you can't handle an attack technique when you're exercising the defensive technique of headwind heavenly clothes.'
eloquent rather than asking questions. As if to demonstrate that answer, Enrokak turned to offense.
- Most of all. To call it an offense, it was too much of an instant.
White clothes sparkled with temper. Ice spear protruding towards Enrokak's heart. The giant just moves half a step to the right, and then...
The behavior of the 'pull' that follows.
In line with the move to pull back the spear, Enrokak was stepping in at exactly the same speed.
And.
Unmade, white clothes face with left palm - eagle grabbing mouth.
Immediately after.
During the blink, the belly of the white clothes swelled.
It swells up like an overstuffed bag, and a pure white top can be bounced and torn. The judge man, who was in a disappointing physique, was instantly transformed into an oval barrel of liquor.
"Hih!?
Seeing too many unusual sights overlaps the screams of Scenomea and the audience.
The tragedy immediately afterwards must have been what everyone expected. Still, however, the unprecedented scream of an annoying cry was to swirl.
- It burst.
Blood splashes, pieces of flesh, bones, organs, and some kind of mass are scattered by a bouncing wind from the inside. Extremely sour crushing, not enough for the expression wood-tipped fine dust. What reason should I be stuck with so many deaths? Ravaged enough to want to mourn so much.
The mirror viewpoint turned sideways, reflecting the flow of the river without any philosophy.
'I'm sorry about the chest shit, you crazy...!
It was Zeilin who spit it out. So tragic that the transcendent, who was laid back, renounced the 'reflection'.
That's how the tree spirits.
"b, haha, hahahahahahahaha"
Only vision remained overlooking the woods, and only the creepy laughter of the giants roared high.