Even that reverse triangular little face was hard as iron.
"Oh-ooh."
What did I beat up? I feel frightened.
"Oh, uh..."
But swinging through without timidity. Eat up your teeth, endure the pain of a clanging fist, and stick out with all your might.
A chance to meet a thousand visitors. The four of us gathered here, not even the kind of faces that work with each other. But each of them, with all their skill, was born a gap in the iron wall monster. To make that moment meaningful, the drift shield rolls its full force into the right arm.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
A black fragment danced through the universe.
The exterior contour of the armored face cracks, and part of the large right double eyed splashes like a crystal.
The right fist of the stream guard crushed the lower face of Predilecke.
From the cracked jaw, black liquid blows out. The giant flickers and turns against it greatly. The fallen tree, which was held by the sickle, is removed, causing a severe earthquake on the earth in the form of a partition between the two. Whether for its roaring or winding dust, the driftshield engraves a tremendous grin.
"It's not the balls that end......!
As I jumped over the fallen tree, I grabbed it with both arms. I was ejected, and I still haven't returned to the mouthpiece of Predilecke. I left it to my arm strength and pulled as hard as I could. As if it were a drag, the face of the grudge demon is drawn to the shield.
"Urrr!"
Bursting into the face of a leaning monster was a head thrust all over him.
Finely shattered, black fragments. Red blood gushing from the head of the flowing guard by breaking the hard outer shell.
"Shh!"
And a third dozen dozen that are released without getting into your hair.
An arc drawn vertically. Left stepping in like breaking the ground. The right orbit that draws the parabola. The Russian hook of the Spirit burst into Predirecke's jaw, greatly retracting his gigantic body.
In time, leave.
- Not yet.
It can't end. It can't end. There's no way such a monster could end up with just three dozen human dozen.
Once upon a time, bitter memories resembling fear cross the back of the brain. He decided to hit Evil Dragon Farvnar in a row and took a counterattack the moment he was sure he would win. My own arm flew away without even being able to see it. I don't tread the same.
To further pursue, the drift shield stepped in sharply - and, I saw.
"………………………………………"
Heh, "Aka".
Predilecke's large right double eyed, slightly shattered by fists all over his body. A brilliant red light peeking from behind it. Likewise cracked mandible. A crowd of fangs as sharp and turbulent as a sword mountain, dense at the root of a tube stinging mouthpiece. Large ripped mouth, distorted, suspended as if laughing. Impossible, appearance.
A chill similar to the current ran through the spine of the current shield.
- Oh, he is. After all, it's not just a big kamakiri or anything. It's a real, very, very bakemon.
Too many thoughts have come and gone now, that moment.
"Colositeal Lugo"
The same black body color as that monster, the presence of an unknown alien, dragged the word out of the back of his brain - only slightly, stiffening the boy's body.
The roar of tearing in the sky is the color of darkness.
Just a few moments apart, a flash filling that space. Liquid shield with your left arm up faster than you think.
Kavan, and the sound of thrusting through the tree spirited.
"... but ah"
Its length, it would be a multi-articulated geisha. Predilecke's left sickle, rolled out of a flimsy posture, was nevertheless precisely aimed at the neck of the drift shield - slapped into the left arm that broke in between.
Roll the force, tighten your sides, and take it at the hands of a tough farvnar, note.
(- Oh, this, fold -...)
At the same time as I became aware, the drift protection blew up unstoppable. As for the thrown sphere, it rolls two turns and three turns and the earth.
At the same time, a red ray flew horizontally in pursuit of the grudge demon.
Burning lines that destroy everything, gushing from Dino's left hand. The gap after the attack on the shield - precision sniping, aimed at the moment the movement stopped.
The red-eyed eyes of the set 'Penta' are opened.
That was an amazing 'skill'.
Predirecke gently 'hit' the top of the left sickle he was stretching against the looming hotline from the bottom. A flash of scorching heat that ran sliding over his long arm was slightly derailed and flew diagonally upward and backward. They crush the branches where they go, inflame them, and disappear to the other side.
"... hehe"
That's Dino opening his eyes.
Not to prevent it. With minimal motion, it was gone. As if, a trained samurai.
He was a grudge demon with a red gaze at Dino, but suddenly he turned his back and quickly disappeared into the woods.
"Oui oi oi, what the heck!? You're going to come and run away!?
It was a viciously laughing dino,
"Running away is not the plan. Dino, you."
Throwed was a slightly shuddering Duane voice.
"Uh?"
"Look around you."
That's what they say, transcendents who can circle their necks around them.
"Oops."
Looks like I finally guessed there.
The surrounding trees were flashly burned by the scattered flames of Dino. The area is already wrapped up in the heat and smoke is starting to get in. On this occasion, you will soon be caught in fire and smoke.
"Fortunately, it's a turbulent area with a thick millennial old tree on the trunk. The flames will naturally be stopped there..."
Wiping the side head, and the blood flowing from his shoulders, Duen stares at the darkness of the forest, where the grudge demon has disappeared.
"I'd like to avoid taking him outside..."
Throwing away the wiped blood, Duane walked on to chase the monster...
"... Mm,"
It was slightly faint, but it did calm its lean body.
"... brother"
My brother firmly supports the elder brother of such a spear from the side.
"... Digos. Totally, you... you're telling me to leave."
"F, my brother is the one. Teng himself taught me not to fight dangerous opponents..."
"I wonder if it's the reason they cut my ear off. I can't hear you."
It also appeared that there was a slight grin in his elder brother's mouth.
"Damn, I thought I was going to die... It's getting worse..."
A drifting guard, flown by a blow from Predilecke, returns as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with his right arm. The skin I touched was unnecessarily dirty because my whole body was no longer covered in dirt and sand.
"Wow, are you alive? If it's Omei, it's natural."
"... thanks to someone's flame, it's going to be steaming."
The drifting shield turns a blind eye and maligns Dino as he turns his red balls eyes. As it was, he questioned a man who was also a management committee member.
"Duen....... This is a heavenly banquet...... what happens?
This anomaly, where resentful demons who are not supposed to be are intruding. Anyway, if it's easy to get rid of, it's that stray strength. It will no longer be the case that humans are competing with each other.
Slowly pushing Digos away, the most powerful man of the refeit answers with perseverance.
"Until now... from ancient times to the present, we will not sit down that the Heavenly Banquet ended halfway through. No matter, it's a continuation. Let me get rid of that bug and do my best to continue."
With no room to pinch replies or objections, Duen rushes out like a disease. It doesn't matter if the bloodshed becomes a belt and pulls its tail, it instantly disappears into between trees.
"Whatever the martial arts festival...... it's a long time old fine opponent. I won't let you get away with it."
He smiles viciously, and the Superman of Fire follows him again.
……
Looking at its back, the stream guard reckons.
Until just now, Dino's right arm was being conveyed by a frightening bloodshed. It's either due to surgery, or it seems to have stopped the bleeding for a while now, but I probably can't use that arm. Dino, who declared that he would "no longer contain", switched to a ranged attack, but was only doing all the activation of the operation with his left hand.
Maybe the tendon was damaged. I couldn't move my right hand anymore, and the pillar of flame that the two names "Dinofang" show - I couldn't wield that streak of fire.
But that just made me feel more burned up. A man like flames to temper, thirsty and diseased to fight his mighty enemies.
"... he said something was wrong."
Saying, the drifting legs also advanced naturally to follow them.
It's no longer full of scratches. Surrounded by scratches and cuts, the flank of Enrokak's wind blast is dull and painful. The left arm that prevented Predilecke's sickle earlier on - although it was fixed by the armor - was definitely broken. My right arm has also been scattered in defense against attacks. The limit is already close. But is it the effect of Arsilegna, I don't feel much pain.
"F. I feel like going home and sleeping like mud."
Digos walking next door says with an invincible face as usual.
"Ha, I agree. But... you have trouble canceling the heavenly banquet."
The drifting shelter ran out laughing and answering.
"Right."
Agreed, the yarn giant also kicks the ground and proceeds.
"No doubt about it! The sacred" garden of the infinite "… from part of it, the firehand seems to be rising! Even from here, you can see the smoke that rises! How could these forest trees, famous for trying to burn them but not burning them, be like that......! What happened to the rambling mad Enrokak player, the grudging demon who suddenly showed up!? I don't know what it is anymore! Mr. Zeilin, can't you see somewhere!?
Scenomea's communication in a hurry echoes in the clear sky. But the only sight the black water mirror picks up is the landscape of the forest, where the majority of the participants have fallen off and no one has left. Occasionally a shadow can be captured, but it was carefully moving white clothes.
Earlier, one of the participants jumped out of the woods like he ate a bubble and jumped into the river, treating him as disqualified. He looked badly disturbed, but he ran into Predyrekke and fled in a great panic.
The remaining number has been narrowed down to five. Now it would be rarer for participants to see. In this situation, the very continuation of the heavenly banquet is also becoming suspicious.
Even as the scenes switch from scene to scene, they only show some of the flames and smoke that are rising from the corner of the forest. Too much the opposite of what is happening now - only too quiet a green view was provided one after another.
'... um, here too. At least it's hard to catch Predilecke. Whatever that bug is, it's gonna crack one mirror after another.'
Zeilin's words like half rotten. LaDale nods in agreement.
"Assuming your brother or everyone is engaged with a" black ghost, "hardly anyone will see you anymore. The mirror nearby would be cracked. If anyone has white clothes on their way, I might see something... Anyway... I'll leave this to my brother and we'll have to get ready. '
Whether or not they heard Second Brother Akelone, who is even relaxed, the old men of the 'Millennium Parliament' gathered in the royal gallery were again in a hustle and bustle.
- The martial arts festival should no longer be cancelled and soldiers should be put into service. Don't be foolish, what can tarnish the holy martial arts festival, which has lasted longer than in ancient times, in our generation? In the first place, who is to blame for that monster getting lost? What do you mean the woods are burning more than that, Yukiya?
Tyzen Bal, who has come up the stairs again, looks at the old men as if it's his hobby to talk and collide with each other, reports the situation to the governor.
"Audience seats, up to thirty seats from the front row. Everyone's evacuated."
"Ugh, um"
Nodding, the governor drops his gaze to the audience far down. As Tyzen reported, all the spectators who had counted from the front row and sat in their seats to the thirtieth row had taken refuge in the meadows near the last row. That number, roughly thousands. Not trained soldiers, but thoughtfully assembled people. Simply having them move back took a lot of time.
In the sprawling front row of cancerous empty seats, soldiers in red armor are all there to keep an eye on the forest in front of them. Take out even the moving turret and set it up for that moment when Predilecke pops up. Far behind the soldiers, the audience stared at the forest in a distant winding.
"Did the soldiers deploy in time? Rest assured for one second, or...?
"If he pops up and snaps, he could be cut off by a dozen or so skilled soldiers."
When Tyzen laughed, the governor held him around his stomach saying, "Stop..."
"Huff, this is rude. Then, Governor, I'll be ready downstairs, too. I'll do my best... but in case, don't hesitate to evacuate. Worst of all, the heavenly banquet will crumble... but we have a way."
"Huh, don't say ominous things... You can't lose, can you?
In response to the governor, who becomes a weak face, Tyzene looks at him like he's objectified with his eyes down.
"With me, he's the one who can't guarantee survival.... Lord Saeri"
"Yes, sir"
I call a young witch standing in her absence.
"I'm sorry, but if so, I'll ask the governor.... you old people who curse each other over there, they can't be very athletic."
I see a group of 'Millennium Parliaments' to which I belong myself and lurk my voice naughtily.
"Yes..."
"I'm sorry. If you try that, I don't think you have a brother-in-law..."
"No, no..., I'll take care of it"
Sakuragiri affirms modestly, but Tyzene's words were the best. Try Sakuragiri, who was about to be sacrificed, and there shouldn't be anywhere like in this country or my brother-in-law putting up his body for dignitaries.
"F, please. Think it's for Diegos' hometown, take a big look at it. Neither is he an easy jerk. Don't worry about it."
Whispering, the witch dyed the complexion to a peach. In his initial reaction, Tyzen's expression also breaks naturally.
That's how the old warrior turns back his heel and begins to descend the stairs of the Royal Games Seat. If I took off my jacket, which was woven with feathers, a tight flesh appeared that I didn't think belonged to the very old man.
Gently roll the raised arms of the blood vessels and spin the surgical formula of communication. Don't even confirm who you responded to, sounding a delightful wild voice.
"Whoa, let's go, ladyle boy. It's because of the women's stomach and breastfeeding."
'Sounds like fun, Grandpa Tiesen. If you had the "Thousand Years of Ice Emperor," you wouldn't need my hand, would you?
"Still got balls on you, kid? It's only when you're excited that you're a man."
"You're wrinkled. You've got such fine balls and sao. They are also very popular with women. Shit, my brother's loud enough not to fight a winless opponent. '
After a covert exchange of correspondence, Akelone's second son, who was perfectly seated in the explanatory seat, rose.
"Ah, that. Which way, Mr. Ladail?
Scenomea looks up at the Dada man in surprise.
"By order of the Elites. In case Predyrekke pops up, he's waiting in front of us. Audience members, if you need anything, I'll give you instructions, so please watch the game in a hurry and wait until then."
Leaving behind in a blurry tone, LaDale walks with his hand stuck in his underwear pocket.
"Ah... he's gone"
"Ugh. You can't fight blood."
'Huh?'
Decent Scenomea. Zeilin, on the other hand, laughs by the way, dropping off LaDale's back with some lukewarm thin eyes.
"You've left with a more pleasant look than when you talk to a woman."