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

"Wow," Black Ghost "... you're right"

A tough-faced old man with a hoarded white beard - Tyzene Bal's wide-area communication echoes in the reddish summer sky.

"Ugh, oh..."

Outer periphery of the forest. Standing on a cliff on the banks of a river that would be an off-site decision, Liquid Protection was staring at the sight.

Predilecke stepped down, front of the passenger seat. There, there was no appearance of the audience. As in its place, soldiers dressed in red armor waited for the resentment demons at a distance. That number, fifty, will not go down.

One step before them, standing in the center was Tyzen, who sounded these voices. I can't imagine since I was explaining the rules of the martial arts festival before the opening, with a fierce grin.

Behind it, a line-up of soldiers lined up neatly with a red shield larger than their height was reminiscent of modern Japanese manoeuvres.

A boneless, large-calibre cannon is pointing a spear at the monster, crossed by a formation that should also be called such a crimson iron wall. A robust steel plate that acts as a shield, a moving turret with wheels, creeping through its center and through its shells. A genuine weapon that spanned all fourteen aircraft was aiming at the enemy as quickly as they knew in advance.

It's not surprising, Lord Lugo.

Duen, standing next to him, says pale as he wipes his blood.

"Lord Zeilin figured out where he was going, and Lord Tyzen was just placing soldiers together. Personally, I wanted to end up in the woods... but I don't know which way he ends up."

The distance between the soldiers in line and Predirecke is roughly just over ten meters. The resentment demon stepped in somewhat and waved the sickle, in a position that could not reach the end. Distance where you don't even have time to wander and are certain to be exposed to cannon rain.

That was almost twenty days ago.

Lifeguard herself, I had heard from her at the fold of a visit to the Belgrette mansion.

"If you crusade Predilecke, you will now have about thirty soldiers and a mobile turret, an armed carriage, and a crossbow, Barista. A little fort would be enough to take it down. White soldier warfare is strictly prohibited. Individually, it begins with the shooting of the weapon and the divine chant Oracle.

Exactly. We don't seem to be ready for soldier outfits like armed carriages and crossbows Barista, but there are enough personnel and turrets deployed to compensate for that shortage.

At the time the resentment demon stepped down there, those forces and queues, the interception posture of the slate was in place.

"Mi, brilliant! Brilliant! As Mr. Zeilin read, the resentment demon has revealed himself more than in the southwest! And wait there, our Lefe's elite unit! There's no gap in the unforeseen!

A hot soprano voice arrives. As a participant, I had little chance to hear the drifting shelter in the woods, but the beautiful voice of the woman in charge of voice was slightly blurred. I guess it's been live so far.

'I don't know how you got lost... but it's over, you know? "Black Ghost."

The quiet, even sad, Tyzen's words echo.

The monster glanced at the old man who had spoken, tilting his neck, the red flock that aligned itself before him.

"Shoot Ye - Wi!

Wild Tyzen's ordinance broke out, and heavy artillery firing sounded continuously.

At that time.

Unexpected and unaware of them, Arikai Shield and Sakuragiri Yukizaki's thoughts were in tune.

He saw a black grudge demon exposed to simultaneous shelling and felt "It's like a monster movie" and so on.

The scene is also shown on a giant screen named Blackwater Mirrors installed in various locations, and the soldiers' far rearward sheltered audience is incandescent in the footage.

One piece of iron landing after another rolled up the dust, causing a flashy metal sound and vibration. Predilecke deforms his arms like a shield, withstanding a storm of shells that can be beaten uninterrupted.

Those relatively close to the scene were to witness the exact same sight in the mirror in front of them and in the vicinity.

"Though he is a grudging demon who flew outside, wounded, after engaging Mr. Duane and the rest of the players! Before this simultaneous shelling, there is no exchanging technique! No, I don't have to be!

Scenomea is right. If we don't stop this monster here, it could lead to catastrophe.

In the rear of the passenger seat, soldiers seem to be starting to direct the audience in turn, but the guests nailed to a terrible shelling battle are hard to move.

A world where entertainment like television and film doesn't exist. Maybe I can't help but be obsessed with being shown such fancy footage.

- But.

"... Governor, it seems that everyone's evacuation is not progressing very far. I'd rather hear from you..."

"No? Ugh, um"

Even the governor, Kayer, was nailed to the battle under his eyes, and righted his residence to the words of Sakuragiri.

"But... no matter how 'Black Ghost' is, it's over. If so, the evacuation will also end in vain."

"So, but..."

If you're going to end up wasting your legs, that's fine. than if things were to happen and sacrifices would be made.

While wondering whether such an opinion should be advanced, Sakuragiri looks to the far down guest seat.

A swarm of people swirling behind the spectator seat, far ahead of it - a shelling battle played out in the front row. Yet beyond that - the 'garden of infinity' that separated the river, four men standing at the cliffside of the Ridge.

"No, no, no, no."

It was Dino who cut off the muffled fire, although it was only the four of us who watched the sight side-by-side.

"He tried to guide us... but what was he after?

I'm asking, but I don't care. It was a subtle tone.

If you see Predilecke beaten by the rain of shells, is that impossible too? Whatever thoughts you had, it doesn't make sense if you get into that situation.

But...

…………

In the chest of drifting protection, an indescribable hunch swells.

……

"Are you anxious? Saeri."

The governor looks at the girl's complexion.

……

"Did you do something? Brave Kung."

The transcendent turns his red ball eyes to the boy.

After all, Arikai Shield and Sakuragiri Yukizaki were in tune.

I didn't know who the heartbeat was.

Maybe that's because it's 'impossible'.

in monster movies.

The simultaneous shooting of troops means that the enemy falls, etc.

A soldier in red armor standing in the front row screams with a sweaty face.

"Fourteenth shot, confirmation of ammunition!... but the goal, still not silent! Lord Tyzen, I'll shoot you off first with the next bullet! You need to reload!

"Hmmm... five minutes is enough?

"Whatever... I'll make it!

"Answer."

That's how the last shelling landed. Rock the resentment demon giant.

Bow and red light swayed in the dust that could stand in. Strange eyes, peeking through the gap between the arms folded and erected.

A moving turret extending to all fourteen aircraft, its simultaneous firing. It was the most advanced soldier outfit in the refe that allowed for continuous firing up to fifteen rounds, but "The Black Ghost" overtook all of it.

"Oh, my God, you."

Zero as Tyzen was impressed and takes a step forward.

"Predilecke would be dead three times. Don't overshadow your rooted common sense. I decided not to see it, but 30,000 people hated it. Even the most sophisticated uniforms don't kill 'Black Ghost' in one breath. Well... how many rounds do you think you'll sink in? It's a bone in there to find out and re-enact a new tactical book."

But yes, to the mouth of the blurry old man, a luxurious grin.

"Damn. Thanks to you, I'll have to buy you some time straight away."

A line is a back belly, with a mouthful waiting for the situation.

Magee, a sophisticated chanter who gave up his "strongest" seat to the backward "Duen" on the grounds of his old age, unleashes a technique that had already been recited.

"- The arm of the ice god Noshi," Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come. "

make a squeaky noise.

From the high raised right arm of Tyzene Bal, it instantly stretched.

A distorted giant arm, such as that formed by the attachment of the ice-column "Hard", which extends as an extension of the actual right arm. Ice trees in the cold and confusing. That also reaches roughly ten miles in length. On the tip, five hook claws mimicking the fingers were spread to blossom.

"Mr. Ghost...... play with me for a second - whoa!

The claws make a clenching fist, and the peeled thin ice falls.

At the next moment, that huge fist bone swung down in search of Predilecke.

"Do you think Lord Taizen is ready, or do you prefer war? You're the same, you're the young one."

Duen, who has completed hemostasis, leaks a faint bitterness.

"What is the revelation of the depths from the beginning? Though they can't add up or subtract... if you've thought about chanting time, don't be prepared before the Black Ghost leaps out of the woods."

Listening to the words of Digos like that, Lifeguard was staring at that sight that played out across the river.

(What the... Shovel car?)

Tyzen's "Right Arm Extended From Right Arm".

Thin and stubborn ice-column arms, boneless hands like rocks cemented at their tips, "Scoop". He also gently outstrips Predilecke's reach of six meters, swinging his fist of ice cubes down from beyond the reach of the sickle many times. That looks exactly like the heavy machine itself trying to demolish the abandoned house.

"If you think it's a familiar tula, it's Ozzy Chan who explained the policy before we started. Don't be a good old man. Lefe's got all the talent you need to be a soldier."

As usual, it's Dino's perception of sight from above, but that's also a sign of Tyzen's acknowledgment of his power.

Ice arms that are knocked down many times from outside the monster's range. Predilecke is just as defensive with his arms up, as he was when he was being shelled. I'm pushing that monster, who even ate up against the four stray guards, all the way down to defense.

If Tyzen keeps holding back the grudge demon like this, the turret that has finished loading the bullets can start shooting again. No matter how stubborn Predilecke is, if he can be unilaterally attacked that way, he should sooner or later do his best.

- But.

…………

Something that still disappears and obsesses me in the midst of drift protection.

A shoveler that knocks down ruins. Yet a long, icy arm that keeps shaking down hard. But they're not poor cabins. It is an extremely robust fortress of black iron.

How many times?

An ice arm slammed by a grudge demon broke from the inside. Like a fallen tree, fallen ice cubes crush some of the spectator seats.

but I guess that's what I assumed.

Tyzene says hello to the ninja. Stand your middle and index fingers on your left hand and get up on your chest. If you whine about something, the quickly broken ice arm stretched and restored.

And it was simultaneous.

Tyzen's right arm of white ice was reshaped.

Predilecke with his arms raised high in that gap and crossed overhead. From the tip of that sickle, which was beaten together with Gashan, a red and black blade stretched out about five metres long.

――――――――――――

It's not just drift protection.

For a moment, everyone was out of line.

Naturally.

That's the sight of all the assumptions flipping.

Predilecke's sickle - more than twice as long, stretched.

The range of "Black Ghost" is six meters long. tactics that had been built on that premise and transferred to execution.

That, in an instant, disintegrated.

The alarming weapon transformed into a long pattern of more than about ten meters. longer than Tyzen's ice arm. Even to deployed queues, enough to arrive.

"All men..." "Stand by! Get ready. Wow!

Tyzen's anger flies instantly.

Brilliant proficiency, I suppose.

The soldiers of red armor quickly and simultaneously mount shields larger than their heights, taking defensive postures. That look is exactly the red wall. The line-up lined up seemed tough and reliable on top of this.

- Right there.

The right sickle of the pitch-black swoops away.

That blade, which gained as much as a dozen meters of range, drew a trajectory as if there was nothing to inhibit or anything else. Too mild. What the hell kind of body structure do you have? Play arms that even multiply your own body a few times, even as a matter of course.

The shield, man, the line blew, and the damaged turret fell.

"……………"

Tiesen, turning herself over, was peeling her eyes off.

Drop off your left arm, which is severed from the root of your shoulder and flies with the blood wind.

Just one blow.

The sight of a line that was supposed to be strong - a total collapse of fully armed soldiers and a thousand slices of Tyzene's left arm flying - was reflected in black water mirrors in various ways.

'Huh... Huh...!?

Scenomea's communication, completely speechless, eloquently tells the anomaly of the situation.

Strong and reliable, regular army proud of Lefe. They will defeat the resentment demon and converge things. Everyone believed that and did not doubt it.

That's the reality of being kicked around in a whim.

The audience stiffened to the moment.

I couldn't keep up with the perception. What has happened now? As I witness it, it should be noted.

And.

Gi - n, and the roar echoes.

A deafening, metallic ringing that causes a person's body to snap out of its core. It was, nevertheless, like a winning name.

You can roar with what you can only think of as a demon, a hazy alien.

So finally, everyone understands.

In close proximity to the mirror that I look at myself, I hear voices echoing at the same time from both sides.

If you don't run, they'll kill you.

It's like a monster movie.

Earlier, from a world called Earth... a boy and a girl from a country called Japan thought that way.

If you compare it that way - at this time, the 30,000 audience that was nailed to the black water mirror Monitor can be said to have finally noticed.

We are not viewers who enjoy the video, etc.

The next moment, he said it might be a trampled, terminal "extra."