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

Hip, and audience screams overlap.

Predilecke, looking around, seemed to notice the presence of this mirror. With large, temperatureless eyes, he flies his gaze off the beast path. Tilt his neck to the left and right to look at the strange.

Naturally, the resentment demon is just staring into the blackwater mirror, and on the other side of it - it's not like he's noticing the presence of people on 'this side'. We're not really looking at each other. There is also a distance. But still, the monster's appearance and gaze were so different that it made people scream.

Kashan, and a high echo. The monster opened a raised left sickle.

The next moment - the mirror stained darkness and no longer reflected anything.

"Chi..., he broke the mirror...!

to the groaning of the repentant Zeilin,

"Oh, a mirror from that position!? You were pretty far away......!?

Scenomea holding her mouth turns her voice upside down.

'Cause his sickle range is about six miles. It reaches more than it looks, his arm. The position of the mirror was within range. "

I sighed and LaDale shook his head.

"La, mr. Ladeil. What happens to this? The heavenly banquet is no longer... '

'It is this martial arts festival that accepts whatever unforeseen happens... around it, I wonder, awaits the judgment of the "Millennium Congress". From the outside, I don't have the means to tell the participants inside right away.'

That said, the second son of the spear turned to the royal watching seat.

Long-haired in silver, an old man with a stern face rushed up the stairs of the royal spectator's seat. A light move that I don't think is old - not anywhere. Obviously, it is an outrage over ordinary people.

"Huh... you're in big trouble"

"Oh... oh, Tyzene!

A governor with a glimmering eye for the old man who appeared.

Tyzen Bal. He was a namesake samurai who would take one hand on defense and military stations, making him one of the 'Millennium Parliaments'. He is also responsible for explaining the rules before opening at the Heavenly Bombay Festival.

"Surprisingly, you've shrunk your old, short afterlife. Why, how did the 'Black Ghost' guy show up here... Huf, I'm attracted to the air of this place where the powerful gather, and I'm gushing..."

Tyzen flaunts his shoulder with a thick grin and looks at the black forest. In contrast, the governor turned a weak gaze.

"He's that infamous' black ghost '... So, what do you say? If it's Duane, can you win?

"... I see the 'Black Ghost' guy as a disaster. People are too helpless in front of natural disasters. On a single ride, I thought it might be tough with Kageiselius. As the" Secretary of Dragon's Destruction "indicates."

"Even if it's Duen... you're no match"

One of the 'Millennial Parliaments' raised his voice to the governor who crept and dropped his shoulders.

"So, that's why I said it! He said we shouldn't let Duane into the yard! If we lose him like this, it's a huge loss to our country."

"Bye. Ahhhh!

The governor was roaring like a beast.

"That's why I told you!? You think you found out 'Black Ghost' appeared in the woods? No, no, no! It doesn't even help shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit!

The old man who opined lagged behind with a wretched scream.

"Ha-ha-ha! You're rolling hot, Governor! Heavenly Banquet at the corner, it has to be!

Tyzen, who slapped his knee and laughed, accidentally turned out to be a serious face downstairs - looking down at the audience.

"Well. Now the most fearful thing to do… the 'Black Ghost' guy is jumping out of the woods. I can't imagine how much sacrifice he would make to the audience if he came out and went wild... Especially in an ambulance camp where defeated participants are gathered with immobile injuries, if attacked, it would be the end of a roll."

The governor dyed his face pale. I guess I was confused by the emergence of a monster that was too sudden and hadn't gotten around to thinking that much.

"We have already deployed the soldiers to all six points around the" Garden of the Infinite "and have them waiting. Wherever he pops up, he's in a position to respond immediately."

"Oh well!

He was a governor who brightened his expression at the hands of warring samurai,

"Ma, wait!

So it was Sakuragiri who raised his voice from the side.

"What happens to those in the woods...? Do you have any means of informing me?

To the worried witch, Tyzene turns her eyes to the dwelling eyes of a strong light.

"... you must have noticed"

"What?"

"Earlier, the 'Black Ghost' guy raised the roar...... The warriors... at least Duen and Diegos must have noticed something strange with that one. I guess it depends on how they move."

"... oi. What the hell, are you in on this?

Dino, looking down from the tree, laughs with his nose and throws sarcastic words to Duen.

The head of that spear, nestled in the tree next to him, was also smiling bitterly with his sigh.

"At least you haven't registered to participate. Instead, it seems we have to put it in the policy. No non-human appearances," he said.

"I don't see the type reading the policy."

Predilecke naturally goes through the woods with his neck circled to the left and right. The figure was even like a knight walking on a patrol to see if there were any abnormalities around him. Looking down at such a black-coated grudge demon, each of the two high snorts.

"Predilecke......? I've never seen it before. You've been lurking around there since the beginning?

"That's impossible. The land is a lefe fingerfold sanctuary. Because it's strictly controlled."

"Then from the outside? I don't even know how you walked in, but I hear you can't fly in the sky... how the hell did you get in here?

"Well. This is the entire city of the capital. How did you break through exorcism and security and how did you get here to the woods? I can't stop thinking about it."

My killing spirit swelled up.

"Uninvited guests have a lot to offer. We have to get rid of it quickly."

It was then.

One man, who showed up scratching the bushes, bowled in with Predilecke. Needless to say, it would be one of the participants. Like the dinos, you've heard them roar.

"Nah,... ha!?

They caught sight of the grudge demon from the front. Leaks a non-voiceless groan, lagging back to mellow. A natural reaction.

At the same time, Duane leaped herself from branch to hollow. Its position is - directly above Predilecke.

The length of the spear wrapped in purple electricity goes straight down - plummeting over the head of the resentful demon.

It was like a lightning strike.

Densei, an electric control of silver that burns your eyes and pinches your ears. The black resentment demon is stabbed by Duen's kick, which turns him into a thunderbolt god.

It should have been.

Dino, whose set up Duen was looking at it from above the branches, opens his eyes wide.

The grudge demon 'prevented' that kick that was slapped down from overhead - the unintentional blow from directly above. Raise the closed left sickle as high as a shield. That goes without saying, an oval tower shield.

Duen kicks that sickle and lands in recoil, letting go of the intermission. The aftermath of the white thunder shook the atmosphere to bits.

"There you go. Please leave this place within the moment."

The face remains pointing at the grudge demon, telling only the man in attendance about the matter.

"Hey, Duen Akelone!? Hey, what the fuck!? What is this Bakemon!? What the hell is going on!?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know either"

Enemy, have you identified? Predilecke tours the giant and turns back to Duen. He stuck out his left sickle and felt it, starting to shake his body left and right.

Staring at each other in a distant time for a few seconds.

The grudging demon's thin and tough middle leg steps in quietly. This faintly reduces the distance between the two sides. Transform into Predilecke's time.

At the same time, the black trajectory of Xiamen.

――――――

Koong, and the thrusting sound of the tree spirited.

Duen leaned his neck toward him. A blow that flew right beside me in a straight line. A black left sickle stretched out into the stretch was piercing the giant tree behind him.

Drop a blood splash from his blushing cheek, and Duen kicks the earth.

Opportunity. Successfully striking the left, plus the sickle is stuck in a tree. Close to self-destruction, his left arm was sealed. If you jump into your nostrils while you're alert to the right sickle...

When it should, disturbing noises rang from behind.

――――

Quicker than you think, Duane rolls over to the side.

Left sickle, which was more imminent than the back. The sickle, which was forcefully broken apart from the trunk, scowled the space where Duen was just before. Wood pieces rumble in thousands.

Mid distance. Duen looking up on one knee. Predilecke with both arms up and looking down.

What was then unleashed was a simple and extreme two blows.

Left, right. Von, the wind-cut sound rips the atmosphere like you've never even heard of.

Still, the mightiest man of the Lefe gives in to his empty left sickle, followed by his impending right sickle. Don't jump backwards in a flash and escape from Predilecke's time.

That's how it landed, Duen. From that neck muscle, blood blew up.

"... - this, this..."

If you hold the wound immediately and turn your eyes to the enemy...

I immediately understood what I had received.

The right arm of the grudge demon. A sword pierced by a sickle - from that blade, blood is dripping.

"... hun"

The right sickle was no longer another weapon of different shapes. Are you saying that if you respond to 'right' with the same intent as' left ', you will inevitably be wounded this way?

Fly your gaze around without alarm. The appearance of the earlier participants had disappeared. You seem to have succeeded in escaping the scene.

Don't worry, focus on the front opponent. Develop a procedure called hard thunder kung fu and force the wound to be blocked. Raise a sickle and confront a grudging demon with merciless eyes.

(… is complete. This is... "The Black Ghost")

For more than a decade, a monster whose name is Lefe cannot be stopped. Like Enrokak, we are not without defeating him in a political sense. In the sense it is, a true monster that keeps bouncing back crusader force.

This was the first time Duen himself had encountered and responded,

(- Strong... but no problem)

It's that right that's dangerous. Pay special attention and be sure. I'm done doing my little checks. The opponent's skill was grasped. - I'll do my best to kill Tori.

I dropped my hips slightly and stood low.

That, it was a moment.

What I felt was the wind.

…………

Duen felt uncomfortable with his left ear. Something, like being blocked by something hot.

Confirm immediately with your left hand.

Nothing, nothing.

Hot stuffs just flooded in line, and the ears that were supposed to be there - were gone.

――――――

Turn your gaze downwards. My left ear, chopped off, was rolling into the earth with red spots scattered.

Predilecke, on the other hand, stands with his arms raised without being slightly moving - it looks like. Except for the slight increase in the amount of blood transmitted to that right sickle.

(- Now, the wind...)

In that life, it could be the first. Duen Akelone fought.

I didn't realize. to the fact that a blow was fired. That my ears have been cut off.

That's how I guess.

I'm done doing my little checks. Give it all you can.

Just like Duen who found out so.

Predilecke said he moved it into action.

――――――

Don't fight an unbeatable opponent. Retreat if there is a chance of defeat.

Such, the teachings of Akelone. Teachings that were more tapped into by grandfathers and elders than they were at a young age. Such teachings, which he himself had continued to teach Ladail and Diegos, crossed the back of Duen's brain.

"…, …………………,"

- Hey, you're not gonna lick me. Stupid chemistry.

"Gossip Yep -!"

With a sharp breath, Duen kicked the earth. A splash of blood flowing backwards like a belt. A blue muscle floats on his forehead, lifting his mouth intensely, and the strongest man of the refeit fleshes to the strongest grudge demon of the refeit.

It was a beastly disease.

Leaning his center of gravity on the forward leaning mood, the beaten self picks up his ears and retrieves them, and Duen steps into the range of the resentful devil without hesitation. A sickle of death awaits, cutting into the line of intent to kill.

- That was a hunch.

I was flipping my half.

Immediately after limitless simultaneous proximity.

In the difference between the hairs, the left sickle of the resentful demon was sticking out as if it were a spear. A devastating chunk of black iron, passing right next to Duen.

――――

Hanging in distortion, the mouth of a hungry wolf man.

- Can't you even see 'happening'? This is what I'm watching for, yet.

Duen Akelone trembles in amazement.

But at the same time, I caught it.

Pass by your side, black remnants.

"Happens" is not what I saw earlier, even if I couldn't confirm it.

(- caught)

Be gentle, be kind to.

To the stretched sickle, Duen's right palm was touching.

Impact breaks through.

Predilecke's left sickle jumped up with tremendous momentum by the unleashed thunder drum flashing spiritual palm Rakonryu. What the hell kind of outer shell are you wearing? The high echo of the clapping is no different from that of the metal.

Did such a blow work or were you just surprised? Predilecke can instantly pull the hit arm in.

And Duen was fleshy at the same rate as the returning sickle.

Moving to super melee.

Finally brought in, a unique realm of small humans compared to resentful demons. The Great Sickle, which can also be described as the symbol of Predirecke - in a long pattern that is six miles long, a distance that cannot be turned around.

――

Because he recognized it that way and was sure of his advantages.

The head of the spear was peeling his eyes off.

The sickle was folded.

Even thinner than when you prevented Duen from kicking you down from the top. Can it be folded so thin, so much so that I keep an eye out.

If compared in humans - would it be close to tightening the sides and folding the upper and lower arms without gaps? The arm in that condition is thinly bent by an incredible amount. Even compared to the long sword standing on the monster's right arm, it doesn't make you feel thick.

If that's the case with people, you can't release an effective punch out of such a cramped state. But this being is a grudge demon, and in the part equivalent to the elbow, a giant thorn until disastrous emits a dull glow -.

Were you right to step in, after all? A minor stray came to his chest. The moment, the spike on his left, was knocked down. A penetration that is also like an elbow blow and like the horseman's spear Lance.

rolled out of the monster's power. It was a far departure from a person's perceptible speed.

Still, it was Duen Akelone who was able to react.

He swirls his body through his right shoulder and slaps his palm into the tip. Exhale. A sounding metal sound. Hard response like tapping steel. Flashing white thunder. A black arm that hits the shock.

But that's all.

(- Oh, even this thin tip)

Can it not be broken? Bite the words that come to mind.

It was a duen who was looking to destroy the troublesome sickle - which is now shaped close to a spear - and cata in the melee, but this was too hard.

Not even a zero distance is an advantage. Immediately interrupt and jump back wide enough to keep the distance apart once.

As if you were reading that.

Kin, with Gashan. It echoed the exalted remnants, and Predilecke's right arm deformed.

From a thin, thinly folded state to the original swerving sickle. It's like, a precisely structured machine. Finishing the expansion before counting seconds, he roars straight up from the side to snort off the falling Duen.

"You hung up, bug."

Let's spear.

earth and flew horizontally, a pitch-black blade.

As Duen fell on his back, he kicked the underside of that murder weapon that approached him and jumped straight up. Contrary to lightning strikes, the flash goes back from earth to heaven. It was lightning strike by kicking.

The sickle stops the motion in a moment with a soaring echo.

"Huh - Zia!

Though a user of thunder, his skill is to whirlwind and blow away.

Duen swirls his body and releases a spinning kick as he jumps up. Disturbed by the sickle, the sharp thorn of the masterpiece's sword - two of which broke and flew under shock from the side.

Keep kicking the sickle and disengage and land from range with recoil.

"Huh..."

At last at the expense of his left ear and right shoulder, in exchange for two little thorns grown on a sickle?

Exhaling in a rough breath, Duen mocked herself as not fit for it.

- The truth is.

Predilecke supposedly drove a fully armed hero, Geiselius, to his death, even though he didn't have as much information about the resentment demon as he currently does.

The feat of standing around single-handedly without even wrapping weapons and damaging the sickle against such a monster, an individual nearly twice as good as it usually is, was such a feat that it was not surprising to be told to future generations.

If you try to be this man who is most secretly proud of the strongest, then you may not be convinced.

Peek into the gap, breathe.

――――

The most powerful man in the refe was accidentally peeling his eyes off.

At first, I wondered if it was bad for the evening when God began to lean in the day. but no.

Forest trees that shed darker shadows. ambient atmosphere that adds more heat. Far top, high glowing, vermilion light source.

Right above the Predilecke, about ten miles high.

Just like the ambush that Duen had set up, the fire mass to the extreme was falling with the aim of resentment.

――――――

Duen had seen it at a young age.

A mass called a 'meteorite', that falls rarely than in the heavens where the gods live. A vast castle of God sitting on the clouds, more stripped stone blocks than there, beat the earth, causing a tremendous shock, he said. Most of all, it is also theoretical by sect. Says God is deliberately letting it descend as a judgment, not as fragments of his castle, etc. Says a giant divine soldier who tried to repair the castle of God has accidentally dropped it.

Either way - a chunk of red fever that I witnessed as a child, falling across the mountain. An incredible flame mass that reminded me of that was looming from directly above Predilecke to crush it.

Naturally, it's not a real meteorite. its center. In the nucleus part, the figure of Dino Gailroen with a ecstatic look. As for Flaming Dragon, who carries huge flaming double fangs, rolls scorching heat all over his body and tries to swallow his prey.

(... This is the one from "The Murderer" -)

Duen understood at a glance.

A transcendent person who is usually supposedly not required to chant. If they so concentrated and exercised their art in the Spirit, this would be the phenomenon. I guess he was working out his technique while Duen stood around.

"Ohhhhh!

Dino, who literally came down, roared the flaming fangs lodged in his arms. The length is no different from what I've been showing you, but its thickness is different. Draw tails as you scatter the firepowder for a long time. That, while still flaming wings.

From a remote position, you might illusion like a truly flaming dragon eating on. The jaw of such a dragon.

Predilecke took it with a sickle on both arms from the front.

Bursting winds, shocks and roaring noises that make the trees burst. Double blades of pitch black and red lotus.

"K......!

Duen unexpectedly narrows his eyes to the heat waves that push him.

…………

As I narrowed it, I did see it.

Big fangs of flames, sandwiched with eating and crushing from directly above. I took it against you, black sickle. It is as if the knight and the knight were imminent. The downward momentum was also added, and it was thought to be Dino - in his favor.

Surprising colors come to mind in the eyes of an open dino.

The resentful demon receiving the flaming double blade opened his mouth, mostly Kapali. An inorganic face with a reverse triangle - the bottom of which opened wide to bloom.

And there was a black flash.

Open mouth. A black straight line emanating from it blushes Dino's cheek, tilting his neck toward her. The hard branches and trunks present in the orbit are pulverized without anything, even flying through a straight trajectory.

Although he did, Dino, who had lost focus and posture in the counterattack, was forced to interrupt his assault technique. It requires as much concentration as immense surgery and lacks maintenance with a slight cross spear. That was the same for them transcendents.

"Chi......!

Strike your tongue but don't fly quickly and take a distance without alarm. At the same time, the sound of hiru cutting off the air. Then a dull sound that sounds right.

(… is complete. Do you hold organs like a mouthpiece)

Black, thin lines, popped out of Predilecke's mouth. That was the sound that shrunk in the mouth as it softened.

It was a blow that seemed to spit something out to be a flying tool, but it wasn't. The mouth organ was stretching like a sharp needle.

Melee combat is strictly prohibited. Line up with a wall shield and destroy it with a moving turret.

This resentment demon, which can be so defined in more than one country as well as in a refeit, seemed to pop up one new trait after another just because he was confronted with it by birth. If I were to inform Director Chimohay, who is a leader in event research, he would be happy to die in another decade. Predilecke is difficult to defeat with flexion even after a small number of individuals, and because of the stiffness of its outer shell, even the autopsy of carcasses is unavailable, research has not progressed in all countries.

Do not step into time, but circle outside the ridge. Duen moves around, keeping an eye on his enemies.

Into the position where the Ship Eye Monster will be blind spot - turning to the side of the crushing left eye.

Unexpected, it took the form of pinching resentment demons with dinos confronting each other on the other side.

……

Strange, he said. The head of the spear frowned.

From Predilecke, Duen to the left. Dino to the right. Despite being positioned completely sandwiched between the two ends, the Grievance Demon does not attempt to face either of them. I raise a sickle, keep it facing the front, just quietly sitting there. Duen, in particular, stands on the side of his crushed left eye. It shouldn't be weird to turn your face around, but...

Dino also notices, with a slightly suspicious look.

- Do you want to set it up from this blind spot, Ichi?

Two shadows emerge from the bush on the other side that pinched the grudge demon as soon as Duen tried to roll his power over him.

It would be a testament to the fact that we have dived through a fierce battle so far. The figure, who is soiled in dirt and blood and dressed in torn clothes everywhere - a big young man and a little boy.

Diegos Akelone and was a current shield.