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

Approximately 30,000 people completed the evacuation, rear of the audience seat.

The people, each nailed to a giant black water mirror that soars near them, were uniformly bewildered.

"Mr. Zeilin......, how come, everyone has fallen!? Besides, Mr. Duane... eh '

I don't know.

The look of the transcendent, who had always spared, now seeps a distinct colour of haste.

"It's just... I could feel it from a distance, but that sculpture... sounded strange. That's definitely what caused it."

Luckily during misfortune, I hear that roar never affected me over the mirror. Even 30,000 spectators, including myself, could have fallen, assuming it even had an 'effect' through the mirror.

This is a hell of a situation.

I'll put my neck around you, but there's no 'millennial parliament' or dignitaries on this occasion. It's about them. If we do poorly, it's even possible we've already pulled ourselves out of the venue alone.

No longer 'so far', huh?

(chip...... at least if there's one around rapa)

A young lord with a proud family of hammers - Rapa Minos - famous for his serious prowess. He was also the man who was supposed to be involved in this martial arts festival as a backside, but for some reason he withheld the heavenly banquet up close and disappeared neglectfully. Khandara of 'The Millennium Parliament' is similarly dazzling. There seems to be no connection between these two, but what the hell is going on? I have to say, it's already a mess.

(... Mmm)

Zeilin, overlooking the battlefield from the overlook, notices a certain anomaly.

From where the resentful devil is, at a distance of about forty miles.

One of the dotted viewing stands captured the flow of the soul and mind "Prarna" to awesome.

(... that one)

Earlier, it was the witches I left behind because they seemed interesting.

Cross in front of you, black. Black black, black.

The defensive membrane that is unfolding at all costs raises the crease, and the impact that couldn't be killed retracts the flesh. In Dino's red eyes was a storm of black shadows that swept from edge to edge of vision.

It's like, a dark storm.

Now, I can't solve a single defensive technique. I loosened the treatment, but at the end of the day - Dino's flesh would be instantly shredded away by a shadow flying around endlessly vertically. I can't even stay with people's meat. Faster than the ice that dissolves in the heat, Dino's body should disappear without even leaving a trace.

……

A storm of unscatchable heavy blows reminiscent of that night. Reminds me of that struggle.

The only defeat.

(- Oh, no...)

It brings back vague memories.

(Even then... Was it like this?)

Thoughts to bow. Heavy and dull body.

In the meantime, I continued to support the war.

"I have a position..."

So it was a thin, rusty voice that abruptly turned down the thought of 'Penta'.

Dino, who turned to the source of his voice thoroughly in defense,

……

First time.

I saw people and tasted the feeling that my spine was zooming.

Duen Akelone was standing up.

The hair I was putting together fell off. His face is covered by all kinds of dark hair, and his expression cannot be seen.

But the man, like a ghost, did stand. With both legs, surely step on the earth.

"Akelone stands… and…"

The black bug, who had made a series of attacks on Dino, also took a moment and turned to the man.

"I can kill... Who can't win... don't fight... that's what I've been teaching you... that I can... not be..."

It is clear to everyone that it is finally time to stand.

But there was no forgiveness.

Sounds like an extremely evil feather, and a black demon shoots.

A dead man. Leaping weirdness.

At the moment of staggering, Predilecke had easily chewed Duen's right arm off his shoulder.

but like the price.

The spear man's remaining left hand was eagling the monster's little head. It's as if - you caught a thief trying to fake his wallet without mistake.

It was - the knee - that was slapped in as a sanction against the bad guy who tried to rob his right arm like that.

Two, three shots. Duen puts a knee kick in the head of the monster he grabbed. The creeping bitterness and black splash scattered, and the grudge demon removed the arm he had spoken of.

"... to feed you... it's a shame. Can I have it back?"

Releasing his hand from the grudge demon, Duen instantly picks up his rolled right arm and swings it high as it is.

And with no hesitation whatsoever, he swung down at the enemy.

Goggin ', and blunt sounds.

The monster was slammed to the ground and his right arm, wielded as a weapon, threaded bent in a different direction to strip the white skeleton out.

"... if you were born, don't let go of your skin... I've worked out over the years, it's my proud arm, Bukki... Huff, would it work...?

I can't peek at Duen's expression. But the bloody mouth, which was instantly exposed from the widened gap in her hair, symbolized a supreme grin.

――――――

Dino thinks.

What is poking and moving this man?

Why fight with such a worn body, until you have your arms cut off a thousand times. Why can we fight?

You will no longer be able to use the decent Divine Chant "Oracle" or anything else. In the first place, it should be difficult to even walk. In such a cadaver state, he even shows the skill of capturing flying resentful demons in staggered moments. Then Duen Akelone steps into the monster who fell and showed a gap.

"Akelone is... unbeatable"

It's a will.

As the head of the clan. As a mentor. As an exemplary. There must be no such thing as an enemy beating the person who has been teaching "Don't fight an enemy you can't win". I'm trying to win in order to stay the right indicator.

Dino has it too.

Why you have to win. There's a reason I can't beat you.

To blow your own name. So that when 'That Girl' is born again somewhere in this world, the name Dino Gailroen can be used as a signpost.

"As soon as I can find him... he's the strongest..."?

To keep that promise.

Well, then...

- Not if you're stuck with a bug like this.

At the same time that something that was inside Dino caught fire, Duen pulled his leg on the front. Remove the arm you were holding as a weapon. The limits are exceeded.

Raised in the meantime, the grudge demon cleverly supports his body with thin feet and wields his feathers against an impending dying man.

- I have to win and sell my name, but I'm stuck. How can it be counterproductive?

With a flight with an explosion flame, Dino interrupted between the two.

Receive the transparent feather that flew to the crossing with a flaming blade that you could carry on your left hand. With his right shoulder, he thrust the fluttering Duen. The length of the spear can no longer be stomped, but falls on his back as he leans.

"You should get some rest. My client's gonna have trouble dying because of the job I took."

Blackworms strike down swinging pillars of flame with both wings.

This monster will no longer receive a flaming fang synonymous with himself. Completely alert and read.

Then we can overshadow the war.

- I want to. Even when I was a kid, I just got a little hurt, and I was like, "I'm worried."

Concentrate.

Dino's right arm, which has stopped moving, pulses with cramps.

- If you want to see me again and my right arm's gone, Mon, then I guess you can fuck it up already, Aiz.

Release. The heat blows.

Let it move again.

With a right blow.

End it.

"- Keri, come on, Kamakiri."

The stray disappeared.

Herjan's "Kakuen" Taru Red Lotus heartbeat, pulsating soul heart power "Prarna" flow restores vitality to the deactivated right arm. In exchange for loss, possess a one-time immense power -

On the verge of it.

What jumped into Dino's eyes, ready, was a silver meteor that twitched a beautiful tail. Flying in at a tremendous rate, it was - it entangled a stream of water, one girl knight.

Many of the people who watched the battlefield in the blackwater mirror later say:

"It seemed like a goddess of war had descended from heaven," he said.

In Ancient Rastalid, there is the word 'bertiralukke'. That word has such connotations as sharp, wise, etc.

Anyway, it was something that everyone in this room didn't know.

The former two, Bergrette and Predirecke, with the same name of the source, staggered sharply, as if in a moment - embodying the word.

The roar of the 'Black Ghost' that made the soldier regiment a total collapse.

It had also reached beneath the Belgrettes lurking in a far away viewing deck,

(No problem. Just a little tinnitus......!

There were roughly forty miles from the front line to that viewing deck. I suppose so. It was an unpleasant sound on my head, but it hasn't been affected in such a way that it would interfere with the fight.

The Girl Knight, so ready to judge, shone, ran through the universe with a reverse eruption of the divine chanting technique Oracle, instantly fleshing behind the monster.

(- Took...!

Complete blind spot.

Confronting Dino, resentful demons showing their backs here. That move, which was flying around Jun Min, stopped, and he hasn't even entered an offensive posture like he did when he roared earlier.

It's an unexpected Duen counter-attack, and it's in a state of immediacy.

Visited - great opportunity. A blow for a moment when you can enjoy jumping out to the brink and be sure to slap.

(Sword - come on!

No sound. The just dazzling brilliance of silver clusters into the hands of a heavenly girl. A great sword of brilliant water is formed, extending over three miles in length.

(Huh...!

From that moment I made it into the present world, I was clearly aware that my soul and heart, Prarna, was sucked into the sword. That's what I knew. It won't last long.

Running through the sky, winding down, looming.

Distance, ten, nine, eight...

So, in time for a blow. Capture the body of a glowing enemy in sight.

――――――

Swing carelessly. Acceleration of the flight and momentum of the landing.

Entire Spirit, the trajectory of amputation that unites from heaven to earth.

That glimmer that swung out. But it doesn't give back any recoil to the girl knight's hand - all there is is is just the feeling of both feet treading strongly on the earth.

".................., eh!

Raise your face and the red light in your eyes will draw your tail.

The poisonously lit right eye looked down at Belgrette.

The impending blow from behind made it easy to look back.

Predilecke's red eye - the ship's eye - quietly captured the appearance of a sudden intruder who had descended into the present.

Oddly enough, both of them have the same name.

A water knight and a black knight now confront each other from the front.