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

Flashy attacking rewards spark dim forest paths in a variety of colors.

"Damn......! I won't bet, you bitch......!

"If you get the man's firepower, it's over!

"Flamgio, we're a little loaded. Let me bet on your reversal......!

"Oh."

Four shadows running around the battlefield;

"Damn, just don't make it easier... Julie, are you okay!?

"Yeah. No problem, Sabel!

Two men and women who walk in a leaning fashion.

Such a battle broke out between the black woods is also a good place.

Four to two.

However, it should be noted that Sabel Alhano and Julie Micheus stood in their favor. A rare encounter in the current situation where the number of people has been decreasing. At any rate, you don't see a black water mirror on this occasion? Immediately after the fierce struggle, whose balance leaned toward the victory of the Sabels, which none but us knew, there was an anomaly.

"Buha, ha, hahahahahahaha"

Scratch the bush. With a low laugh, the man appeared.

"Become... what the fuck is this bastard!?

One of the four hostile frowns in surprise.

I can't force that reaction either.

The style of the man who appeared was too unusual.

The incredible giant body is so brown that you want to describe it as black. The whole body covered in muscles to the point of awesomeness is covered in blood, and the focus of the glitzy eyes is uncertain. And most importantly - on its thick neck, there is no proven ring of the participants.

Just.

(Koitz -)

Sabel intuited a fact.

A survey cultivated as a treasure hunter. That is a certainty that has made it possible to survive so far in the harsh outside world. The feeling is making an unprecedented alarm.

Where the wind blows, such as the concerns of such a purple flame youth, one of the men who was confronted called upon the giant with a frightened voice.

"Come on, you haven't looked at it very well, have you? It's a lot of scratches and... are you okay? Anyway, you already lost, didn't you? Then soak me up."

A giant walks his neck this way for the first time in those words.

The deed was closer to that of the beast than man.

"Hey Sabe, L......!

I guess Julie next door also guessed.

- This guy, he sucks.

"Hey Julie, I'm alarmed -"

Faster than I finish, the Black Beast drove the remnants.

"... ugh"

(i) At the same time as breathing, Arichi Shield took a residual motion.

"... Ugh, lying, you know..."

In the rear, just a short distance away, Gadgad, who witnessed the sight, was leaking a groan of consternation.

A blow.

Until then, as always, if you say so.

Qiushi was knocking down the man who summoned his vicious ice tentacles under a right fist blow. Magnificent chanter (Magee) in a cape is stripping her white eyes and cramping.

I won't even give it to you while you let it wave. A fist packed with distance in an instant.

It is a golden pattern that has defeated the numerous chanteers Magee so far, but it was particularly effective against opponents who pictured weapons in the Divine Chant "Oracle".

What frightens Liu Xiao as he confronts the chanter Mage is that he doesn't know what he's going to do. The magical mysterious power of the divine chant Oracle. What effect does it have, a method of attack that I can't even imagine for myself? Its power, which almost seems to be anything, is unpredictable as to how it will be unleashed.

But if the opponent creates a weapon in the Divine Chant, Oracle, it is tantamount to declaring, "I will attack you now."

Once you know that, it's easy to deal with. Most people in this world can't cope with drift protection moves, so basically that's where it ends if you knock them in before they do.

He was this chanter Magee who aroused a terrible and noisy score, but he wasn't the one off that Theory.

(Well... there are at least two of them in this forest...)

I thought of the belligerent transcendents of flames and the black-skinned giants manipulating the wind, and I felt like my shoulders were getting heavier.

"I mean, strong! Wow, that's awesome, Lugo's brother!

Looking back, Gadgad was happy as he leaped as small as he was about himself. A suspicious man at first glance of evil people, but even from the way he was guiding Larutz, I guess the sexual roots are a kind person of heart.

Liquid protection suggests scratching the cheeks with polypoli.

"Well, for now... that person, I think you should carry it out"

"Oh... let me do that, I'm sorry!

Gadgad, who replied so, puts his finger on the ring wrapped around his neck without hesitation. Ah - and I think the drift shield soon, he pulled his collar and removed it sully.

"Enough with me. Take it, Lugo's brother. You're an amazing man. After being so sweet, I can't believe you're so strong... you'd win! From here on out, I'll show you!

"Ha..."

I received the ring I was offered.

"Well, I'll bring out Larutz's brother."

"Oh...... but are you okay? It's hard to know if you're ringing it as far-sighted, and someone's after you again..."

"Hehe, don't worry. It's over here if you don't even have to worry about Larutz's brother. It's not that I can be prestigious, but you're good at running. Yikes..."

Nicari laughs and carries her brother in.

"Isn't it pretty far outside?

"You're so sweet. It's okay over here, because we have 'feet'. I'll go then. Tell Lugo's brother there's no protection for the lactana!

Gadgad, who carried Larutz, closed his eyes for a while and showed him a meditative gesture.

"- Rapid Thunder Disease" Skand "!

Despite holding each person, the full speed of drift protection also disappeared into between the trees instantly at such speeds as facial defeat. The moment I rushed out, I saw something like a white spark around Gadgad's feet. I guess that means that's one of the Divine Chant Oracles, too.

(That sounds like a handy move...)

Looking at the forest road, where the two figures quickly disappeared, the boy, unable to use any technique, clasps his neck.

(Just... no more healing items. From here on out, it's a bee... let's get in the mood. Er)

"Kah, I knew your booze was the best! The cooling method is exquisitely changed depending on the product. I can't wait."

"Heh... I don't know if you're lying to me."

The bartender on the beard surface polishing the glass broke his mouth even though he was frightened.

Sometimes it was a while after dinner, and the afternoon liquor store was idle. Probably the least entertaining time of the day.

but only today was that not the only reason. The largest feast the refe boasts, the Heavenly Bombardment Festival - that day.

Due to the relative proximity of the capital, Byakrak, many people are also taking a trip from this small village to watch the game. Basically, will the store be closed or will the stall be available locally? It's one of the few things that everyone can enjoy together in this region with little entertainment.

……

On such a special occasion every few years. The magnificent bartender on the beard surface remained the same as usual and opened the shop.

The guest man had only recently come to the village to become a regular. Satisfied with the exquisite coolness of the liquor, he searches the contents of the cup at once.

"Kuhh... I can't stop! Phew... Nevertheless."

Shake the glass with only ice left, and he says wonderfully.

"Wouldn't you like to go see the heavenly banquet? When I walked by, the store was open. I was surprised."

"I don't know about that."

"Do you think I have that kind of money?"

"Ha. Different."

"But you, unlike me, make money... and you're gonna have a bad day with customers... most importantly, you used to be a famous baton, right? Aren't you worried about being an ex-army? Think. Come on."

…………

I was rarely spotted by first-sighted guests.

Deal with the witchcraft of ice attributes and provide exquisite cooling liquor. Such fine artistry can also be considered a testament to excellence as an operator.

I used to live like a refeit human and not relying on art, but as I spent my days dawning in battle dotted around the place, that idea was foggy.

This power is' pity '. Why did God give such things to men? Why did you pity me? That's because it's weak. If you use this power, you can't live. If you have been blessed because of that, there is no reason not to use it.

That's how I reopen it now and use it to live like this. The faithful say something disgusting, but thanks to you, the business is doing well.

"Well, hello, newbie... I just talked to you"

With a distant eye, Barten misses the old days.

"I did, I used to... play caution stick. I was proud to say that my skill was quite good."

The merchant corps escort. accompanied by adventurers. Unfavorable rich neighborhood guard. We have done numerous jobs, all of which have survived together when we succeeded.

"Oh, my God, I don't know what to do with" The Murderer. "I was aware, but I thought it would be anything else."

Fighting using witchcraft is, in the end, 'reading each other'.

Know the war situation and choose the right technique at times. Quickly complete the chant, the weakness of the chanter Mage, and keep it open at any time. It doesn't make sense to be equipped with a useless, impenetrable technique there. If you misread it, at that moment, you are standing on the main road that leads to defeat.

Fortunately, I was better at psychological warfare reading those opponents. The same 'normal' humans don't make that much of a difference - on the contrary, they give themselves an advantage. Fact is, I've been winning, and my job has been extremely good.

"But I'm in the world. He's a real... monster.... is it already... seven or eight years ago?"

That, far south - in the territory of the great empire of Zackabar. This is what happened in the mountains where there was a massive outbreak of resentment demons that resembled monkeys, called Carpariellas. The category to which it belongs is C. He is a resentful demon whose abilities are several steps inferior to similarly shaped draughtrows, but who has sharp nails and, above all, herds are considered dangerous.

Five of us were asked to crusade these monsters.

"That number was unusual. Carpariella is usually too many... there were seventeen of them."

"Jeez, seventeen!?

Even those who do not find themselves in the struggle are easily aware of the dangers.

Even individuals such as Kobria and Abuga, considered the weakest of the resentful demons, are killers to fear if they try to make it popular.

If Category C were seventeen, even warring adventurers would be threatened to step on two feet.

"Give it to me..." He cleaned it up... in the dozens of seconds of things by himself "

- I can't forget.

The man unleashed an overwhelming storm of ice. That was like, a disaster.

The power was also to be feared, but the man had a rare talent.

That is, the quickness of chanting.

One of the major elements separating the 'culprit' from the ordinary man. That, the man had succeeded in simplifying to the extreme.

A series of outrages too intense to call that snowstorm. So the evildoers were wiped out without exchanging.

Previous issues with which the readings were concluded.

Overwhelming destructive power and speed.

"Hey, who is it? Well..." The Murderer "?

"No, you don't.... That's why. It's not like God gave me special attention... it's supposed to be the same 'normal' chanter, Maggie, but is it something that makes so much difference? I was a good old man, too, and I knew the limits there. That's how I decided to settle down here after doing my job."

"Hih... The world is huge. Famous warrior or something?

"... Well, I don't know where or what you're doing now... at the time, you were the same caution stick as me. I forgot my name because it was a one-time job... but it's that arm. I guess it's still working on the front lines."

Where was he born after all? Sometimes it sounded pretty unusual, and its real name was completely lost from memory.

But if it's his alias, I still remember it clearly.

"..." Ice Heavenly General "Modern Gun". It's ancient Rastalid. It means "ghost of ice."

It caused me to leave active duty, that monster. It became a factor in knowing that he was nothing more than an ordinary husband, such as himself.

The heavenly banquet was bare - I grumbled bitterly at the name of the tentative beginning of 'ghost', which became a cut away from what was called battle.

Take a rough breath and look around.

- Shit. Where is it, here?

When I realized it, I was lost on an unrecognizable path.

"Ku... but when... and this guy..."

Dragging his humping body, Kaza Farnese, a member of the Demon Martial Artist Maygas, took a bad turn.

He was my real brother, who was thinking of going back under Dj Foul for a moment, but he had moved to a completely different place because he continued to walk with a hazy consciousness.

"Fuck...... fuck!

The only thing that amplifies is the intent to kill, back to back with the draining strength.

"Uh-oh... Uh-oh, shit...!

I can't stop ringing in my ears.

Kin, Kin.

Something like a metal sound keeps echoing from the inside of my body, from the inside of my head.

Still irritated, cancer, kicks a tree soaring aside. A giant tree that doesn't shake and doesn't scratch. Looks like he was poked at his own pettiness, and Kaza Farnese was lucky enough to let him recruit frustration.

It wouldn't be because I kicked a tree in that way - but as if I was caught by the sound of it, a giant shadow shows up.

"Ooh? I found another one."

It was a very big man who showed up scratching the grass. Round swollen face, black courtesy clothes full of honey. Though the scratches are fine, none of them appear to have reached their depth because of the fat that surrounds them.

"It's a long way to go... I don't think he's traveling, that kid. Well, the garbage will be cleaned beautifully until we get there. Because I'm a cleaner."

The big man fleshes to Caza Farnese as he crushes the lush branch leaves on the way.

"Oh, my God, look at this shitty pig! Are you going to fight me, ah!?

Turning his right arm into a blade, Kaza Farnez releases a flash of horizontal giraffe. Zakun, and. A literal 'knife' was slapped into the big man's abdomen.

"Huh!?

It was the magician Maygus who peeled his eyes off.

The blow, indeed, had been decided. As proof, there was blood from the belly of the big man coming across the street.

But - I don't eat in. I just cut a slice of thin skin on the surface, even though I wielded it with all my strength.

"What the...? Is that what you're capable of? You're hurting me, you scumbag."

The man grabbed Kaza Farnez's head unconstitutionally and slammed him straight into a near-field tree.

An awesome noise, a shock slaps his ear. The flickering deciduous leaves showed the strength of their power.

(... ku..., thats...)

A big man's voice reaches Kaza Farnez's ear, which collapses as it drifts.

"It's the end of my luck that I ran into this Chav Dapperve lady. Give up and die."

- Its destroyers, called "Icy Heavenly General" Modern Gun, "equally crush everything on the way.