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

'Well! The audio offering has been delayed for a while, but me, Scenomea, has also retreated to the rear of the spectator seat! Fighting between the "Black Ghost" and the soldier regiment is still ongoing in the front row section, and there are a large number of those who are currently evacuating! If you are on the move, please follow the instructions of the soldiers carefully and without haste, as Saeri has just arrived.'

Stand up, the maiden in charge of voice takes a big breath.

This emergency and her fatigue seemed to have reached its limits.

"Good luck."

Zeilin, the 'reflection' person standing next to her, laughed at the rags with a cool face without a sweat, and labored her remote daughter.

"Mr. Zeilin... aren't you tired or something?" The Homicidal One "is out of order to your health...?

"No way," the transcendent laughs at Scenomea, whining with a laid face.

"Son of man with us. Just like you saw it."

If you say that and turn your face up, Scenomea will also be caught and sent a gaze.

A giant black water mirror stands there. The surrounding audience has also been nailed. What you see is Dino Gailroen slamming a flaming sword on a grudge demon with harshness to the point of awesomeness. Violently hoisted at the edge of his mouth, a colour of obvious exhaustion seeps into his flanking face, though. It was a terrible density disturbance, but it was starting to slow down visibly.

"Even Dino, the little girl who's been making fast moves so far, seems to have limits."

"Beh, it's not a sticky push!

With that said, the look on Scenomea's face, anxiously watching the battlefield, is the maiden herself in love.

The dino has gone out of the woods, so it is no longer shedding on the heavenly banquet. Did you jump out on your own because you wanted to fight Predilecke, or did Duen burn you again? It's both, I guess, from the way Duane looks at the delightful Dino's face and the occasion. The owner of the spear must have presented 'something' sufficient for that young man to renounce the martial arts festival.

(It's a bad thing in between, though I don't have a choice)

Slightly less fragrant flow, Zeilin secretly hits his tongue.

This venue is packed with more than two hundred soldiers, but the face of the Thirteen Martial Homes has not come 20%. Naturally because I don't even assume such a situation, there are no other users who can cross with the Black Ghost.

Sometimes Rapa Minos, the owner of the hammer that was supposed to be involved as the back, has disappeared, and he lacks extra fighting power.

Had the Giudecca clan, a family of triumphs whose business is to exorcise resentful demons, been here, things would not have been more serious. Most of all, there's no way they're taking to the heavenly banquet where people compete with each other. Because of all those circumstances, I guess I said a dino that seemed to work.

but what is surprising, including that, 'black ghost'?

Skillfully punches Dino's flaming fangs, endangers Ladeil's thunderkick, and ensures that Tyzene's ice arm is defeated.

Standing around against the 'culprits' and the top elites of the refeit, who wielded fierceness at the martial arts festival, and even feel spared. Was it such a monster to hear rumors? Even as Zeilin, I honestly can't forbid to be stunned.

(This is... in case you finally have to consider the possibility)

Namely - an immediate end to the heavenly banquet.

This martial arts festival, which lasts more than eighty degrees longer than it used to be, has never ended halfway through the past.

Naturally, there are more than 10,000 guests, hundreds of warriors, and nobles who have taken their feet from all sides. Come on, it's not something we can stop.

Both participants and guests are paying high fees to enjoy the event and taking their feet from afar. If it ever ends in a half-way form, it will also solicit everyone's dissatisfaction and people will stop coming together next time.

- But.

Only this time should we be concerned that there will be sacrifices for our guests and nobles. They are here to see the struggle in a safe place. I'm not here to be a 'party'. In case anything happens, the reputation of the martial arts festival undoubtedly falls to the ground. Even the next meeting will be in jeopardy (although it is already approximate).

Heavenly Banquet, one of many sources of income for Lefe. It has long been completely lost, such as sacred meaning, but it is nevertheless necessary for this country. You can't let it crush you.

Worst case scenario - we need to make sure we get out of here in case a soldier breaks through.

Zeilin developed the art of far-sightedness. Close your eyes and often surround yourself with a feeling of your body floating.

Launch 'sight' as high as fireworks and look across this entire venue from the overlook. Keep your eyes open and look for a way out of this quickly and securely.

"... hmm?

Eyebrow root.

The front row of the spectator's seat meets the narrow stretch of the riverbank, soldiers and resentment demons. Near it - at a distance of about fifty miles? There was something moving in the audience that should have been paid for.

It's three shadows.

One is a small red-armed soldier. Based on what you did and how you walked, you'd be a daughter who's not even old enough. And one, a girl in a traveling outfit. Long black blue hair and waking beauty. Are you from the West? I don't remember participating as an athlete, so it should mean an audience. And the last one, a child in a witch outfit with silky dark hair. - "The Witch of the Divine Domain".

(This is this)

The three maidens are heading to the front line to hide.

(What, is it a measure?

The modern witch - Saeli Yukizaki. He said he has gained a great deal of popularity from his beautiful appearance, sincere personality, and thoroughness in not using witchcraft. Earlier, I heard that the arms that put together the confused people were brilliant, but there was no sign of waking up to 'power'. I bet you're from an exotic country and don't have a chance to make friends, but what connection are these three?

Witches trying to get closer to the dead ground somehow. If it was meant to be, we should have nearby soldiers fly communications to protect us.

Hey, it sounds interesting to see how things are going.

For that reason, Zeilin dared to decide to miss it.

The three Belgrettes, one by one, finally came to a position where they could see a group of red armor queuing. If you let your face peek out of the shadow of the pillar, across the red wall like that, the black grudges demons and dinos are staggering.

…………

The three daughters looked at each other and snorted.

To get a little closer, walk through the shadows of the pillars...

"There, what are you doing!

The voice that flew in was from behind.

Turn around, and you'll see one soldier rushing over here. Naturally speaking, it is. There are two hundred soldiers gathering around. Few places to hide yourself. If we get this close, we'll find out what's going on.

"Nah, mi, witch......!? What are they doing here?!?

Yes. It's natural to find it.

Therefore, measures have been taken.

"I'm sorry."

Sakuragiri walks herself out to the red armor that came, saying so in a calm voice. Is the age of the large soldier about twenty? He seemed like a serious man.

"It's dangerous here! Immediately..."

"I can see it."

"... is...?

To the abrupt words of Sakuragiri, the soldier frowned. As I say, Sakuragiri - the witch goes on.

"So...... that, 'I could see'. That black ghost is going down."

"!? That's..."

"You know that, don't you? Incredible power, exercised by The Witch of the Divine Domain. One of them said he had the power to see the future."

"Mi... witch......, no way...... finally, you opened your eyes......!?

"Look, it's just for a moment. And that grudge demon,"

"I mean, you saw our victory!? This is not how I do it! We have to let everyone know!

"Ma! Wait!

Suddenly, Sakuragiri grabs the arm of the soldier, who turns his heel back desperately.

"So! So... what I saw was... this one was more of a sight to defeat that grudge demon"

"Hey, what...?

Perplexed, the soldier turns to Belgrette.

"Excuse me, are you...?

A courtesy of Pepper, the Girl Knight raised her name.

"The Kingdom of Raindeer is the Associate Royal Guard, my name is Belgrette Fiz Gertirude"

"RE, Raindeer's......!?

The young soldier opens his eyes and raises his voice.

"So... now this Belle child... is looking for the best place for Mr. Belle Grette to exercise his technique"

"Best place, is it"

To the words, Belgrette answers.

"Yes, it glides in a straight line to the bottom of the grudge demon, like it's imminent... if there's anything like a high ground"

"High ground......"

The soldier, whining as he envisioned, eventually points to one of 'it'.

"If so... will it still be a viewing stand around here"

A thick pillar-like table, installed at equal intervals in the aisles of the spectator seats. It's about four or five miles high. It is for soldiers to be stationed and to see how distant and passenger seats are. The position can be understood from here, for example, in the case of a person who is ill, or the like. A long, protruding thin column stood on all sides of the top, which was meant to cover the upper part of the passenger seat in the event of rain.

"Okay. Would you mind if I borrowed one of these, a viewing stand?

"Whatever. I'll help you, too, while you don't.... By the way, your Lord..."

Still saying that, he looks down at Yuhimie about the little girl soldier next to Sakuragiri.

"Uh..."

"Complete, you don't have to tell me. Are you saying that the Lord also listens to the words of the witch and acts together?"

The snorting soldier moves forward talking alone about which table to take to, and whether that would be nice.

Ugh, and a sigh of breath. If Belgrette turns to the side,

"... ahhh... ahhh..."

He had long dark hair, and had the appearance of Sakura Branchi, who was dismayed.

"Oh... what to do... wow... I lied so much..."

Naturally, Sakuragiri doesn't see the future of Belgrette defeating the 'Black Ghost' or anything else. There's no way I can see a Japanese girl without any power.

If you approach this front line, the soldier will find you in response. of the measures, palate. It was a decision we all made, but it seems that Sakuragiri has been trapped in guilt for carrying it out.

"Sa, Dear Saeri. Cheer up."

If Yuhimie speaks gratuitously, Sakura laughs bitterly and whines with a faint voice, "Thank you..."

Look at how such a witch is.

"Thank you, Saeri"

Belgrette expressed her sincere gratitude. And

"I don't care."

With a clean voice, the Girl Knight tells.

"Your words become real. I won't let it end as a lie. I'll make sure it's real."

As I say to myself. Belgrette said so with a firm determination.

"Oh, oh... Beh, Belko, it's so amazing... after all, when I say here, it's so different from me that I messed up peacefully"

A huge beating with no going back.

Belgrette herself, is about to be crushed by guilt and tension towards everyone.

But.

(Brother. It's Weiterivia, the god of water. Give me the power -)

Always.

Let's take that monster down. That's why I wanted to be a knight. That's why I'm here.

I would have switched dried goats.

That place, where personnel and force of a magnitude could be called the battlefield gathered, was now surrounded by the serenity to the point of spookiness.

Predilecke, lined up near the riverbank and with both arms up as if he were a martial artist. While the devil's appearance was very similar to that of a worm, it even seemed to be equipped with finished beauty.

Dino Gailroen is the one who keeps the distance and confronts Seven Miles strong. The scorching flame columns that I could carry on my left hand distort the surrounding scenery in a raging manner. A 'penta' with a constant spare look, but with his shoulders up and down enough to tell from the side.

Each other, an intermission that can be set up in one act.

But neither of them works.

After countless staggerings, both sides had come to a conclusion.

You can't defeat the enemy in front of you if you just swing the score.

If so - we need an even more stepped in, uncompromising hand. The silence that glimpsed the opportunity to break the equilibrium surrounded the area.

The eyes of red balls narrow, and the transcendent of flames gaze upon the monster of black steel.

(... Left...)

Since leaving the woods, Predilecke has hitherto carried out the bulk of that attack only with his left arm.

The right has only been used for the defense in folds or a blow that knocks down like an elbow blow at close range since the soldier was snubbed away with a 'hidden blade'. As for the sickle, which would be its original form, it has not wavered once yet.

(A bug went off a cloud ago, it's warm... is a wax)

Don't let them read in your hand. If you wield it, make sure you can prune the other person's life.

Two-blade with a sword stab at the tip, distorted shape. The executing weapon stings. It is now or now waiting for the moment to plead guilty to the enemy...

(... chip)

The opposing Dino dropped a chilling glance on his hanging right arm. Wounded, my own arm that I can't use and even feel for a long time.

But the truth is - if you're impotent, it's possible to move it.

It infuses the soul and heart force Pralna and pseudo-forms the nervous group. Forced to substitute the role of the damaged part with the soul and mind "Prarna".

With more force poured in than usual, the right arm will regain function again. On the contrary, it should be able to handle even more powerful techniques than usual.

(The sole is limited to a few minutes at most. Besides, my right arm will never be a monster again)

Get ready for sacrifice, the immense power of the moment?

Predilecke will eventually undoubtedly unlock that 'right'. And that's when it's just around the corner.

(What do I do...?

Kachan, and the hard metal noise reaches my ear.

The surrounding soldiers finished loading the next round of the moving turret.

I can't stare at each other forever.

Early, how many times?

Simultaneous shelling is being skinned, and a riot is about to open the curtain.

- Breaking the silence, a total of six steel bullets were fired with the explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the roaring aftermath. "The Black Ghost" flipped himself on the spot and intercepted all the bullets with a twisted sickle and spreading feathers - not just stayed.

"Ugh, wow!?

Screaming rising from the line.

Several of the shells had been fired back towards moving turrets in different dimensions.

Red armors fleeing by flanking. The roar of slapping your ears. Blowing dirt and sand. Iron frames and fragments that are crushed and dance through the universe.

- A state-of-the-art weapon, three of which were damaged by direct fire without even clamping the prototype.

"Ugh... you know..."

A groan leaks from the soldiers crawling to the ground.

- Obviously. Aimed, struck back.

"Haha. I remember, you know?

Dino lifts his mouth corner intensely amidst the earthly smoke he can stand in.

He continued to outnumber countless shells and finally made them return as they were. Speed. Power. orbit. As if to tell you out of the blue that you no longer know all about it.

"Make up your mind about the joke too, 'Black Ghost'!

Shake off the dust and a giant fist of ice rips through the sky.

A blow of ice stretched from Tyzen's right arm burst into Predilecke from far out of range. The pitch-black grudge demon takes that fist with his shielded right arm.

"The cannon doesn't work. Instead, hit it back and bust it. Just!? If you keep such a record in the guidebook, future generations will laugh at you for saying, 'Write your gay tale in the margins!'

A long, tough, icy arm that swung wide,

- Shit.

By the black-line burst, it was broken off from the inside.

"Mm, uhh...!

Old soldier groans.

A giant arm of white ice that flies as it rotates falls into the river and blows up the water column.

- I remember this too.

As a knight, the left sickle remains in position. Bow and lighting resentful demon red eyes, as if that's what you're talking about in the dark.

Ri, and the atmosphere flashes white.

"It fascinates me."

Running in at a sumptuous speed, LaDale instantly turns behind 'The Black Ghost'. From the sharp leap of no man, strikes a thunderous kick.

Akelone's second son had performed his surgery primarily on his legs. It carries out the technique of attacking the system from its feet stepping on the earth, and with its recoil, it achieves speeding movements and leaps.

The scaffolding of the soil that he kicked on to jump up fell in a ruinous sound with the bamboo. Slowly, its luxurious long body rises by about two miles. A kick to the right with the power to determine the earth drew a graceful curve, now approaching the appearance of Predilecke.

Super close range. There is no room for sickles to enter.

It's like, acting like a skilled martial artist.

Shh, "The Black Ghost" tilted his thin torso and whirlwind legs of Ladail.

"Kon, be...!

But the second son of the spear also attracts.

Scratched the sky with an avoided kick leg, and by its recoil the thunderous young man flashed his left foot on the opposite side. Flexibility to awesome. It was amazing physical ability.

But.

Even that, Predilecke shook his head and dodged. Shake it like a reed in the wind.

……

Remaining in a lag, the second son of the spear pulls the edge of his mouth. What comes to mind in a righteous face is an obvious feeling of impatience.

Sickle Insertion Unpluggable Interment. Predyrekke kept LaDale's kick untouched by both shots.

Ladail avoided a series of attacks and remained afloat in the universe. "Black Ghost" stares at him with super close, red glowing eyes.

It's too close, so the sickle won't come.

If so - what is being rolled out is an attack means that can be described as an out-of-the-way monster.

Gapari, and. Reverse triangular face, the bottom half of which ripped open to bloom. The lower part of the mouth, which is cut by Digos, is exposed to a dense mouth with a pile of needles. It's like a cursed cave that leads to the underworld.

"Whoa, whoa!

Gatin! and wood-spirited petty till pleasant sounds.

Ladail in the air cleverly avoided the bite released. Momentum kicks the monster's head forward and doesn't fly too far back.

The second son of the magnificently landed spear, with a sarcastic smile - crept and nodded on the spot.

"Wild, Lang..."

Blood buildup spreads to your feet. From the left heel, just above. That part of the meat was scraped off.

"Damn...... I like it when girls bite me sweet...... I refuse chemicals like you, you son of a bitch"

If the beautiful young man poisons the wound while holding it down, 'Black Ghost' makes his mouth mock...

Pep, and.

Spitted bright red pieces of meat roll around making a watery noise.

It's as if your meat doesn't deserve to be eaten.

Always, blues rose in Ladail's temples, which were even floating in the midst of a death struggle.

"Oui...... don't get on well. Yikes?... Kon's kid..."

But. Behind the exciting will of war, the youth do not move on their knees. Move and attack, he's been hit in the leg, which is an extremely important axis for him.

Predilecke swung up his left arm loosely. Less than five miles at a distance. LaDale's nodding. That's within the sickle range of Reaper.

"La, Lord Ladeil -"

No one tried to move, even if the blurring occurred from the line. I couldn't move.

Cannons no longer work. Shoot him badly and he'll hit you back. Most importantly, this proximity also involves LaDale.

……

Dino moistened his lips with his tongue and bent slightly.

Set up.

but I'm not willing to help LaDale. Instead, it was meant to be fleshy the moment the blow was swung down. The beast only exposes the gap the moment it eats to its prey, according to its iron rule.

Thus, the black blade of the truncated head was swung down.

Actually, I wouldn't be sorry about the degree to which my neck fell off. Suspicious that you might be able to keep your shape as a person, black flash. Crushing earth. Hard dirt scattered like water splashes. And - LaDale flies sideways and rolls like a bow.

"Bubba, bubba... haha, remember, you bastard...!

Slap your mouth lightly, even though it's covered in dirt. Brilliant, take the blow now.

Yes. That many users can't be easily shot to the point of injuring a single leg.

Before the monster who jumped to bait that he wouldn't even eat,

"- Sounds a little silly to me, but you're a bug to me. I'm stuck in Miemie's hands."

Dino was slipping in. Flaming blade that doesn't let your hair in for a while. A crack runs on the earth. The metal sounds rang out enough to paralyze my ears. Predilecke's left sickle, which had been stabbed to the ground in excess of momentum, had been pushed deeper into the ground by that blow. As per the slapped pile.

He was a grudge demon who showed a bare gesture to pull through, but his buried left arm was not even frightened. The 'Black Ghost' movement - sealed like it stopped sewing.

"Ha, I'm not mad. You're doomed. Goodbye."

The red lotus drew its tail.

A flaming blade looms directly from the side to fly the monster's reverse triangle face.

Buckwheat, and a wooden spirit.

It resembled the sound of a rusty sword breaking.

――――――

A roaring flame of horizontal giraffes, a blow that should have convinced him that it had been taken away, passes without communicating the response to the owner.

Dino's eyes, often reinforced, clearly captured the moment.

Turn away the inevitable flash, "The Black Ghost." Impossible force is applied for this, and the monster's left arm gives the sight of a threaded out of its roots.

(-Ya, lol...! Lightly throw away Temei's arm -)

Dino, who shook it off a lot, couldn't move in a moment. Only the eyes of red balls gaze at 'it'.

Predilecke by leaning backwards. Left arm with broken threads from the source and protruding into the earth.

And.

I can put it loosely up - the stabbed right sickle of a sword.

The monster was warm, that blade.

――――――

What do you want me to do? Just like him. Drop your arms.

The moment such a confusion came to mind,

"Good day, Dino."

What I heard from the nearest was a thin, rusty voice.

That's the only blind spot, just born into a systemic murder weapon monster.

Soon. Duen Akelone, standing on the side of the missing left sickle, accompanied the right palm to Predilecke's thin torso. Be gentle as you do. That gesture, which even seems to be a caress, is an act to aim at, though.

"- Extreme burial:" Oh, yeah. "-" Kokusan Konhoujin ", a void scattered soul stitch.

The blink of an eye was the blue light. What sounded like a van was a bursting sound.

There is no element of flashfulness there. There are only two notable phenomena. All you have to do is look at it and Duen is touching the 'Black Ghost' body. Just before you whine the words of the curse "serious" and nothing is different.

That everything stays still, really for a few seconds.

Predilecke's gigantic body jumped only once as loud as a cramp.

And overflow.

From the red, glowing eyes. From a ripped mouth reminiscent of the devil. From all the verses of the black iron plated body. White smoke and a black, loose liquid - that is, a monster's blood tide.

- Leaning.

"The Black Ghost with the Sword", who has wielded his double-edged fiercely everywhere and has made a robust attack everywhere, finally falls.

And.

With a slight earthquake, Predilecke collapsed into the earth.

As if the soul had fallen out, its steel body would no longer even move with Pickle. What was a great left sickle, standing on the earth directly beside it, cast down its shadow exactly like the tombstone of its owner.