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

(... Long time no see, this forest too)

Running down the forest road, Duen watched the surrounding scenery and solitary in his chest.

Dark woods with dense signs that something is still going to pop up. This sanctuary, which has not been in the garden in three years, looks the same as it was then, as if time had stopped. Most importantly, it is maintained by strict controls.

(... Well)

Running through like a disease, a man turns his mind around.

Finally, the time has come to end Enrokak Stijje with this hand.

Should we assume that as a result, Enrokak has become as he thought? Either way, stop that runaway man as soon as possible and the martial arts festival will be ruined.

Honestly - it was also convenient for Duane that permission to enter was granted.

Enrokaku can search for Digos in his own hands.

(Those idiots. Depending on the degree of wear, let it leave.... but I can't help it.)

Bent Duen's fingers made a crisp noise.

Finally down the entry directive. For a conservative 'millennium parliament', this was still a quick decision -

……

Two, the witch's face snapped at the back of her brain.

That girl who represented the governor with perseverance. Is the speed of this unusual decision also due to her insistence on some opinion?

For a moment, I was stopped thinking and legs.

The cause of this is the vermilion light approaching from across. Sewing between the trees, a red-hot fireball was flying in for Duen. Tilt your neck and gaze at the source.

"Shit, avoidance...... what!?

The sniper man with his face out of the bush flashed in recognition of Duen's appearance.

"Duen Akelone......!? Hey, what the...!?

Hmm, and Duen looks down at himself. An archaic underwear and a sleeveless top. It's the usual outfit, but now it's in the middle of a heavenly banquet, and this is the 'garden of the infinite'. You won't be able to complain about being mistakenly attacked with other participants than not even in a white outfit. Though it was a sudden story, this is this one's downfall - and the champion was convinced.

A gentle token, Duen speaks to the man.

"Excuse me. There is currently a slight unforeseen situation in the woods. In order to solve the problem, I came without extending it. We will deal with you shortly, so please continue the Heavenly Banquet as usual."

"Ha... Thank you very much..."

He bowed his head again to the man who nodded as he scratched his head, and Duen started moving again.

I often keep running down depressed beast paths. Through the shade of a dim tree, a spacious blue sky enters into view.

(... awkward)

Duen smacked his tongue small.

Attributes are also brilliant in various sorts of witchcraft, launching one after another into the open sky. "Launch Fire". It's a signal that the few remaining participants are showing high up to meet, but naturally Enrokak should also react. It's like I'm letting a hungry warcraft know where the bait is.

The assassin hurried his legs more and ran through the trees like a shadow.

"Ha, ha, gu... damn, brother y"

Gadgado Keras, one of the participants, was desperate to explore the bag while wearing half a veso. Arsilegna leaves, paid for only three limited sheets. I cut each piece into fine pieces and used them while saving a little bit, but they seemed to finally bottom-up.

"Fuck, fuck! What am I supposed to do! As it were, my brother...!

In front of Gadgad lay a bloody skinny man.

Larutz Buffet. He was the man to hit for Gadgad's brother. Its entire body is scratchy and has injuries that make me want to turn away. The ring was off, by the way.

"... fool, bastard. About me... fine. You, hurry... run. He's coming."

"Stop it! I can't leave my brother! He tried to kill my brother, who was so out of the ring! If you leave him like this, he'll kill you!

About fifteen minutes to go back.

Noticing Oracle, a divine chant that launched one sky-high after the other, the two unexpectedly rose.

I survived until "Launch Fire" began. In other words, there are considerably fewer people left. In the meantime, thanks to this fire, we know where the enemy is. If you were able to dive in and stand around until you were even smaller, you'd win.

And so on, and I guess it was because I was floating.

I just ran into the guy.

With the start of "Launch Fire," I was wondering where the enemy was. Like ourselves, we overlooked the possibility that there were those who did not raise fire and act.

In the meantime, this' launch fire 'itself is only an implicit understanding that began between the regulars. It's not obligatory. It's not strange not to know the first person to show up, who hasn't done a little research.

In the end.

It's worse to be alert.

As bandits, such dialogue, which has been scattered away against losers, was to bounce back on itself as it were.

It was Larutz and Gadgad who kept avoiding direct combat so far, keeping fishermen well served and keeping their health warm, but I can't help but say that the enemy has appeared in front of me. It's not that I'm not confident in the fight. Two on one, I can afford my health. I thought I'd pay you back.

The enemy, frankly, was of a different character.

A magnificent man with an inebriated beard, dressed in a brown cape. Honestly, it just looked like a day labourer everywhere if you only looked at his face, and he didn't feel threatened in any way. I guess he was also chronic when he decided he was going to win just because of his simple appearance.

But naturally, participants who survive until this second half of the battle. It couldn't have been "decent."

Larutz, who sheltered Gadgad, was deeply taken, and not a single chance was lost in case.

Fortunately, Gadgad's divine chant, Oracle, was specialized in high-speed travel, so even with the dying Larutz, he was able to poke one or eight voids and escape.

But twice, the same hand won't work.

If they catch up...

"Damn, my brother's... my blood, I can't stop my blood...!

Face, torso, arms, legs...... Larutz so wounded that there are roughly no intact spots, but what was especially worse was his right arm. Even if it tears painfully in the gutter, tearing the hem of the clothes and wrapping it around instead of bandages, it quickly stains red and it doesn't work at all. Not like this.

At twilight along the way, the bushes behind him made a noise of gutter.

"... hi!

Gadgad looks back as he jumps.

You can't be caught up so fast. Or some other participant? Please, God, be white clothes - I gazed at the swaying branch leaves, hoping.

However,

"... oh, shit... oh, shit!

The person who showed up is not a white outfit.

Gadgad gave up praying to God.

"... oh, shit... oh, shit!

Because the person I encountered raised a scream as if I had found it even in my parents' enemies, the exodus became a little dull.

The man even weeps and stares at me with impatience.

Slightly fat little man with an evil beard. He seemed like a middle-aged man, but his face also seemed to leave him a little young, and his voice was also young. Rarely in this world, its back length may be lower than that of drift protection.

Behind it rolled a skinny man with a similarly neglected mustache all over his blood. There is no ring wrapped around his neck, which presents a look exactly like a bug breath. It was clear that treatment was needed as soon as possible.

……

In the eyes of its misery, the driftshield unexpectedly frowns.

- That's not good. If we don't hurry, it's too late.

"My brother... I won't let him die!

He sheltered the falling man behind his back, pulled out the knife, and the beard-faced little man peeled out his teeth to intimidate him.

Lift your hands up and talk like you can fool them.

"Wait, wait. Brother, you mean the man behind it? The ring is off, too, and I'm not doing anything. Not if you're doing this. We need to do something soon... Yabe, the man."

"Hey, what the hell, you..."

"Oh, my God, that's just a participant. We're not here to kill each other. First, why don't we prioritize that person's treatment? That injury sucks. Not if you're doing this. Seriously, it's gonna be too late."

Interpretation is strange to others. If you try to protect yourself, you have no obligation or in-laws to say this. But again, it had too bad an aftertaste to abandon it than I had come across a situation like this.

However,

"And I wonder if I can trust you. Let me warn you. That's not how it works."

The man with the beard does not try to de-alert.

What irony. The act of standing still, while saying you won't let him die, is what is reducing the life expectancy of a dying man by an instant.

Now, though, we're in the middle of a crush on anything. It was a very common reaction.

... but that amount of bleeding. Compete for a moment. As it seeped slightly caustic, the drift shield speaks out.

"You know, just calm down and think about it. If I wanted to, I would have set it up. If you're protecting the people behind you, that's all that's at stake. I don't think I have any reason to ask this kind of question. If you tap into it from here, you can end it."

Naturally, I can't use the Divine Chant "Oracle" or anything, but it's a convenient place to lie.

"Ugh..."

"Better hurry up. What about the Arsilegna leaves?

"Also, I've already used it all..."

"... ok, ok"

It was a slightly lost drift protection, but I made a decision.

This is the quickest way to do things and gain credibility.

From the bag I was carrying, I took out the leaves of Arsilegna. Liquid shield possesses, the last one. flickering green leaves like that,

"Let's treat it with this"

Easily, I said so to persuade him.

"Heh...?

Little fat men pokanate like they never thought they would.

Reflux herself, I was conscious of it.

Three exclusive recovery items paid for. I used one myself, but I use one for a young man who doesn't even know his name. Anything is too sweet, such as once again using the last one left in that way for someone else you don't know.

"... then we're just gonna do it"

Nevertheless, what is strange about helping a dying human being? That's what I told myself, and the boy, who still has a modern Japanese feel, went on to treat his injuries.

"... who..."

"Don't talk, just sit still."

Kneel in front of a man with a bloody, alert eye and check his condition.

… Many cuts have been cut with a blade. A variety of red lines, large and small, have scary marks all over the body.

(... hiccup. This is not how you get hit with a nail bat...)

I was just wondering what kind of attack would happen to me, but anyway, the priority should be to treat my right arm. It was deeply dictated on the inside of his upper arm and was overflowing with blood. The artery is probably damaged. I'm bleeding to death as it is.

"You can't make it alone.... Look, you, too."

"Ooh..."

I broke the leaves in two from the center and handed them to the little fat man.

The fluid shield is dedicated to dealing with the right arm, and the little man points leaves at the other wounds.

- so much less,

"... but it's so full of arciregna leaves. Because the blood stops so soon. It doesn't even look like I need to suture it. Well, I guess it's temporary."

The driftshield shrugged so, breathing a great relief. The bleeding of a man who was also crippled when he saw it stopped, and now he was starting to rest in peace. I will not tolerate prediction, but it would be helpful if you were treated appropriately soon.

Telling those points, the little fat man cried out of relief or on the spot.

"Brother y... good, good, damn...!

While wiping his tears, he sat down to protect himself.

"Thank you so much......! I'll never forget this favor! Are you sure you don't want to tell me your name?

"Huh? Yes... Lugo Aliumi..."

"I'm Gadgad Keras! You saved Larutz's brother! Let me call you Lugo's brother! Until I used my own Arsilegna...... wow, you're so hot! Really... Really, how about...! Whoa! Hey!

The man who distorted his beard surface and named him Gadgad cried out whoa. It's nice to be appreciated, but as for drift protection, I get itchy about everything.

"No, well... more than that, I'm not completely cured yet... so hurry up and get me out of here."

That's what I laughed at.

"farce...... hey ~"

A rough third party voice broke in.

Crowds of inconsistent and disturbed trees. Is the distance about fifteen meters? In that corner where the shade drops a shadow like darkness, there is one man who stands, keeping himself in a leaning tree.

Around forty years of age can be deduced from a face full of impure beards. Impressions like a humble middle-aged man, but notably his eyes. It is oddly tough and creates a dangerous atmosphere. Its body is wrapped in a brown cloak and its physique is not known at first glance.

"Ah... that's him!

Gadgad squeezed out a voice similar to the scream.

"He's the one who got Larutz's brother in such sight...! They found me...!

The man in the cape laughed at the crease,

"He's an amazing brunette brother. Are you... are you some kind of saint with the expectations of religious groups in de or something like that?"

Pi, pointing to the driftshield, says in a tone that mocked the bottom of his heart.

"Huh?"

"It doesn't matter. I can't believe I used Arsilegna on someone else in red. I've never seen you like that before. Is that hypocrisy you're after for winning bizarre awards?"

"No, nothing."

"Right. There's no mirror here, so nobody's looking... so you're not just a good kid. I don't care."

"I don't care more about talking. Why are you talking to me like a sex offender? We have a case."

I guess the provocation passed on.

Then, and the deafening sound cracked the atmosphere.

It's ice.

The shape is too thick for a whip. By analogy, is it tentacles? The reach is about two meters. Sleek, fat, pale ice specialty.

On the right arm of the man, such divine chanting "Oracle" was in the present world that wavy. That weapon, which is supposed to consist of hard ice with no flexibility or anything else, rocks its tips incredibly supple.

Plus - cake, and hard sounds contiguous. The whites drifting around the man concentrate on the tentacles and gradually solidify. Various long and short protrusions were formed on the surface of the tentacles made of ice. Inconsistent and disorderly turbulent pile teeth make a terribly violent impression.

(... Tentacles plus nail bats. Another bad hobby... That's a novel weapon)

It was a heterogeneous product, which can only be described as drift protection.

"Oh, that's it... Larutz's brother, eat that one...!

Gadgad trembles a frightened voice.

"... I see"

An irregular, icy thorn that surprisingly covers the surface of the tentacles. This would certainly allow you to inflict that painful wound with one blow.

"My uncle is here. Biscuit! And I don't like to buzz ~. I can taste the feel of blowing and slashing at the same time, handy stuff. Come on. I guess it's because of my age... he's not very responsive, he's going to come out a little... pur, he said. Hehe."

"If you think you're flirting like a sex offender, you're a bee"

As he pulls the edge of his mouth, but the boy moves forward with his fists ringing.

"Lugo's brother y! No, you can't! That bastard is Yabe!

I'm already my brother and I'm confirmed... and I'm laughing bitterly.

"'Cause I don't think this perverted dad's gonna miss it...' cause I'm after the win, too. I'm asking him to come down here."

Keeping an eye on the enemy, the boy inhaled deeply.

…………

Looking around without alarm, Duen Akelone quietly turns his mind around.

A quiet forest landscape in the wind. What we have here is a dark green wooden tree and - two bodies without necks, and a red and black mass of meat that was destroyed so much that it didn't fasten the prototype.

The slaughter play captured by the black water mirror, it was Duen who came all the way to the scene, but naturally Enrokak's figure had already disappeared.

(Well, where were you headed)

Enrokaku, who would otherwise act with hydration in mind, but now that man is losing his reason. Though it's incredibly resilient, it's not like it's instantly full speed. It is no different that it is in a state of imminent death.

(If so…)

It is reasonable to assume that the beast moving by instinct, while still being led under the next prey by the 'Launch Fire'. If you are about to drag a tired body, you should avoid passing through undulating and difficult walking terrain.

(… this way)

There was only one way to meet that condition. Stepping into a flat grass, Duen makes his feet hurry. The short grass at the end of the journey had been trampled down, and there was also a slight trace of blood. The size of the footprint left on the soil, definitely from the stride width, is also that guy's. The speculation seemed centered.

…………

By mistake, you can't let Enrokaku run into Digos right now.

That 'Devil's Sword' should be looking for someone who put a deep hand on herself, still being pushed and moved by fighting instincts. Digos and I can't be safe crossing that monster with a dried goat. I can't believe I ever won. Twice, no miracles happen.

It would be best if I could meet Digos and see if he was cheap while I was in the woods, but that would not be convenient to carry things around.

The first priority should be the elimination of that abominable demon sword.

... but I still can't help but think.

(For such a woman, a ridiculous imitation... Totally, he's my handy brother...)

Burning his chest in frustration, his elder brother became the wind and drove through the woods.

Eventually, from the gap between the branches, the neglected brilliance of the 'launch artillery fire' begins to enter into view.

(... that's not good)

'Launch fire', where athletes would otherwise inform each other of their whereabouts, but now the irrational Enrokaku roam. It's nothing more than a suicide act that lets that monster know where the bait is. but

(Try to get me to use it. Heading)

It would be convenient if it reacted to the fire and Enrokaku would be caught. Even if you don't stare at the remaining footprint "Soke", you won't be far away from catching up.

Duen changed his destination and rushed his legs to the point where the nearest artillery fire rose.

"Oh, again..."

The sound of letting the shepherds know rings, and Scenomea trembles a discouraged voice.

The second half of the battle, which is supposed to show excitement, is supposed to see one less participant after another and the winning candidate finally narrowed down. But the venue was surrounded by sunken air.

"b, haha, hahahahahahahaha, ha"

Boom is a devilish laugh. A warrior who fell and fell without exchanging. A black giant who bathes in returning blood, trembles and laughs.

One more participant was killed by Enrokak Stijje, who trampled and rambled through the provisions.

……

Speech rep who loses words, teeming spectator seats.

Before the unstoppable tragedy, everyone was finally starting to have a hunch.

- Not like this. The heavenly banquet itself will be crushed.

"Mr. Duane... come quickly. Ugh..."

He who answers the voice of the weak Scenomea is not on this occasion.

"Buha, hahahahahaha, hahahaha"

Only the laughter of a broken giant that sounds crazy strikes the ears of 30,000 spectators.

The black monster wanders through the dark woods in search of his next prey.

"Commander of the Guard! Southwest, soldier placement complete!

"Okay. What else?

"The north and east will probably need more than enough!

"Right. Guys, don't distract yourself from the woods. Don't think of him as a person. Think of it as a monster that surpasses even a beast or a concomitant grudge demon."

"Ha!

(Again... this is what happened, damn it...!

In his fourteenth year this year, the skilled guard captain sighed as he deployed his troops around the woods in case anything happened.

- And whenever.

(Lugo...... Digos...... eh)

Girl knights clutching fists unconsciously and watching the battlefield, too.

(Mr. Ogo, shield me... please...!

Combined hands on your chest, and a witch wishing you well.

(That black gorilla... totally human quit. Another time, 'that' just shouldn't work. Avoid just running into Digos again... You'll make it, brother)

The second son of Akelone, who slightly pulls the edge of his rightful mouth and squeezes the cup in his hand, too.

I'm sure not only they, but many people had that thought.

He did. She did. That guy. That favorite warrior. That player you're betting on.

I hope you don't run into Enrokak.

Eighty-seventh and heavenly banquet.

The sanctuary of the Lefe, the Black Forest, turned into a magical realm in which the ghosts who had lost their reason wandered.

Apart from the winner's predictions, this situation even began to jeopardize a safe end. Worst of all, I guess we've also begun to assume that Enrokak will pop out of The Garden of the Infinite. Around the woods were gathering the soldiers of the refeit, dressed in rugged red armor.

In this phase, where the pressing air has drifted - relaxed, there is one person looking into the black water mirror.

(... huf)

Reassembling his long legs, the man laughs in his chest.

(Strong indeed...... but funny. Enrokak.)

A brown-skinned young man dressed in charcoal grey courtesy, sitting next to the right of Bellette.

(The word "frog in the well" is perfect. anyway you too...... soon, even though 'he' will kill you)

With pitiful eyes - Assistant Commander Orchester, Debias Loud Morganti lifts the edge of his mouth slightly.

Enrokaku disappeared from the mirror and often.

The audience all looked in the mirror with a soothing, then more anxiety, somewhat complex look. A glimmer of relief that you don't have to witness Enrokak's brutality. But if I can't see him, I'm also anxious because I don't know where or what he's doing - something like that.

Debias, who watched the battlefield loosely in the guest seat, was just one person, paying attention to the mirror with thoughts that had nothing in common with anyone on this occasion.

(Twice so far...? Excellent. Anyway, I just avoided seeing that moment)

Fortunately, now - the audience, the organizers, the consciousness of all those present here, is directed towards Enrokak. If this is a play, Debias laughed in his heart that he wanted to present him with a prestigious sidekick award.

(Well... it's about time. Let's give the audience Audience a little more surprise. It's not such a fake ghost. the emergence of a real ghost, right)

Moisten your lips with your tongue, and the gentleman shrugs without anyone understanding.

(It's all over now, Chav)