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

The location is "The Garden of the Infinite," the cliffside of its outer perimeter.

So the wide area communication across the narrative seats had also reached the flowing ear.

It's not just audio.

A large audience lined up across the river, a few white clothes surrounding the drift protection and Digos in the final battle. They're all in sight.

And vice versa.

Everyone in this venue is paying attention to the last two survivors, whether they are fleshlight or over black water mirror.

(I don't know when, but...)

I mean, the gonder has fallen off, too. but that demon fighter "Maygus" guy who left it to him too - rather than all of those guys would have left too.

As for drift protection, it was a little unrealistic. It doesn't seem strange that other participants, like earlier, would come upon us from the shade and grasshoppers that spread around us. But right now, it's just the two of us in this forest.

Until earlier, it was Lifeguard and Digos, who were adjacent to each other and watched what was going on outside, but now they took a distance from either side and kept about five meters apart.

- Well. Heavenly Bombardment Feast 'Resumption', but it wasn't clearly interrupted in the first place. Extreme story, it shouldn't have bothered you at any time.

Even in the midst of confronting the 'Black Ghost'. Even at that moment when Duane and Dino were fighting hard outside the woods. At last, the grudge demon was killed, even then we were both sitting here watching the post-processing.

……

As for drift protection, that's just the story of 'couldn't do it'.

It's not like there are clean thoughts like "I can't imitate that cowardly" or "I want to settle squarely".

There was no gap.

To this man named Diegos Akelone.

"Shh... guys, look, it's a little hard to do... did you recover a little? Dr. Digos."

"Well... what should I do?"

No longer from the invincible grin of the familiar giant, but I can't read any information.

What is the degree of fatigue?

With regard to its' strength ', the initial perception needs to be significantly altered. Neither possible nor impossible, around thirty places within the College of Midir - and so on. This man is undoubtedly comparable in strength to the Silver Legion Troop Silverios. It has comparable power to the top knights of the nation.

Wasn't Belgrette surprised to see Digos fight outside?

(... Well, the other me...)

Opposite flow protection was on the verge of breaking the sinking action of the leaves of Arsilegna.

This is causing - the left flank of Enrokak's blast formation, the left arm that prevented Predirekke's sickle, is starting to emit even more gingerly painful. Especially since it is definitely broken leading up to the latter, it cannot be used properly in this fight.

Though I have been resting on this occasion for a while, fatigue has also accumulated. Move for a second, but you may get tired of clapping something. Honestly, I was in the mood to fall in and fall asleep right now.

"... I'm just tired."

"Not at all."

"Let's get this over with... shall we rest?"

"Of course."

As shown, both sides throw the luggage they were carrying.

This is the last time you win or lose. I don't need it anymore.

The unloaded luggage rolls onto the meadow, for a beat.

Approached by a land-determining step was the Arima Current Protection.

"- Huh."

Digos Akelone's cheek catches on to that velocity, which I can only imagine stepping into the outer realm.

Baon, and a tremendous fist pressure scrapes Digos' nose tip.

He pulled his face and struck the blow at the spot.

…… …………

- What, this fist?

Scared.

See up close, its right fist passing through the tip of its nose. Thick, swollen nails. raised, octopus as if it had developed abnormally. How much training would complete such a murder weapon?

If you get something like this...

But I knew.

Seeds had already been sprinkled in advance so that they could be planted from the drift shelter.

That's why I could avoid it.

Here finally, the audience boils up. I just realized that the battle had begun. Leaving 30,000 human reactions behind, that speed of the guerrillas. Only a very few strong men, such as Duen and Dino, would have been able to recognize it.

And - Diegos himself, who is actually relative, will not come off a small part of it either.

"- Come on out, Thunder Phosphorous."

respond to and express the Spirit of that Digos.

Instant white light. Continuous bursting sound.

And

".................. but...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Groaning, the appearance of drifting protection that bends the body into a letter that cripples it. From all over its body, a hint of white smoke rises.

"Let me win. Aliumi."

Summoning a thunder stick in both hands, Digos took a chase stance.

I didn't know what happened.

Bright sight. Cheers from the outside you can hear. Sharp pain that irritates the whole body.

By analogy, it's like I've stuck myself in a mountain of sharp claws.

"Huh!"

I didn't have time to think about anything extra, etc.

Digos was flashing the stick of thunder for drift protection, whose movement was stopped by the sharp pain of the moment.

And he bent down deeply, and bounced with his right hand a thorn that was thrust in,

"Shh!"

Lower section.

A right low kick in a pruning orbit targets the giant's left knee.

I can't imagine myself from that body. Digos instantly pulled his leg and left the kick range.

Slightly take two or three steps back, "Ni......" and show that grin.

"... it's cold sweat. I almost got my leg broken."

"Again... I thought Mr. Diegos was the one who was going to electrocute me"

- Compensation completed.

Analyze the resulting sensations while maintaining intermission and hoisting each other's mouth ends.

Got hit.

With his teeth biting inside, the drifting guard prepares his disturbed breath.

Through the back of my brain is the night I first met Sakuragiri. Presence with Digos, played out in a training ground in the royal castle of Lefe.

That's the opening signal, right after that.

Confused, attacked, and protected.

"F... are you coming? Thanks to you, I was saved. '

That's what I said, Digos, who finally summoned out the thunder stick so he was ready.

(You're fucked, motherfucker ~...)

No, I thought so. Diegos says he doesn't have the means to intercept himself by accident.

Eye gazing.

Between the driftshield and the digos - in the space where the trees cast dark shadows, there was a fine powder that emitted blue and white. It's going to get lost on a leaky day.

(Thunder phosphor, you said something. This is... who the mon who badly fucked me is...)

Trouble. While this is drifting, we can't go into a detour.

That's what I decided, and the drift guard watches how it goes.

There is no falsehood in the words thrown at us now.

From all over Digos, a cold sweat was gushing.

It was something I knew, but I'm going to war again.

It ends.

If you get that fist leg, at that point. If you get hit in the face and your consciousness flies, it's over. If they break my leg and I can't move, it's over.

And - its endurance as it strikes back flat without falling, receiving thunder phosphorous.

(Not at all... it's lame...)

I overstepped my current staggering only because I was able to read it.

Stream protection is commonly used, right after opening, a fist after one close. In my presence that day, I made myself think I had no means of dealing with it. It was a seed that I casually scattered, but I didn't know it would help in a place like this - after all, it's something I'd set up everything with. Staggered to follow. Right arm with a stick played, broken and immobile left arm. If so, the kick will come, it wasn't hard to predict.

First things first, like what you aim for.

(... Bye)

Can you do it?

Continue to outdo this man's offense without just one hand being different from here - can you only hit your own attacker and win? Is it possible to carry everything according to the calculations and mold this chemical?

(F... so what's that dream story? Even if it's unrealistic, there's more to it...)

Midway along a line you can't step off, but the giant laughs.

Without realizing it myself.

"First, the reward for opening! Is the attacking Digos player a step ahead, or something like that!?

In a boiling external cheer, he was a drifting shield that used his legs to twist around the perimeter of Digos,

(Damn... you're getting in the way too much, it's called this thunder phosphor)

The brilliant powder floats around to envelop the giant.

It's troublesome. We can't attack. Yeah, naturally, Digos will be in the next chant in the meantime. They totally took the flow.

(Do you want to throw even a stone...?

The moment I conceived and slowly reached into my nostrils,

Digos kicked the ground and fleshed out to shelter. I didn't think of it as jumping out of my safety zone to set me up, etc., so I'm late for the first start.

the two ends of the stick, left and right almost simultaneously flying double strikes,

"Shh!"

Stretch up.

The flow shield that swirled the body as it evaded momentum hits the upper left spinning kick.

"... no!

The arc-drawn trajectory remained to rock the forehead of the giant. But by forcing himself to avoid it, Digos' posture collapses dramatically.

for drift protection that approached without missing that gap,

"Wu!

A thunder stick flashing with violet lightning rose and shook. Its orbit draws a true circle around the giant. It also seems like a shitty twist, rolled out of an impossible posture. Naturally, I'm not the boy who gets this kind of blow. Carefully, Daigos' body, which swirled in excess of much momentum, took the form of turning his back on drift protection.

(Sounds like a big swing, Dr. Digos...!

It was over.

Against the deadly gap exposed giants, drift protection is now the time to step in without hesitation -

"Ugh!?

It didn't fly very well.

powdered snow it slips between the two to be fluffy and sucked in.

(Huh, thunder phosphorus...!

Big swing now. It wasn't meant to intercept the stray protection we tried to approach. To scratch the atmosphere and attract the thunder phosphorous that was floating behind itself.

Karate boy taking steps causes the sight in front of him to pull the edge of his mouth.

(I'm not close... eh)

Rough white brilliant dust scattered as a blizzard. A mountainous man at the center of it. The beauty of spiritual mountains nestled in unseen mist, etc.?

The expressionist Digos will not be burned by his own thunderphosphorous. On the contrary, countless brilliances function as a barrier to flying around the Giant Man's perimeter. They say Edvin and others can burn with their own scattered firepowder, but I guess that means that Digos' surgical control is done with that much precision.

A piece of fluffy raised powder comes into contact with branches of young trees that are breeding to be covered. instant, electric light and a small burst sound. The fine branches swayed tremendously, sprinkled with rust and leaves. If you think of it as a single attack technique, it's not a great deal of power. But...

(If you eat that one at once, dozens of shots...)

It's frightening.

A bunch of electric light drifting around. That number, less than fifty, shouldn't go down. How many shots was the thunder phosphorous received earlier?

"Phew!"

If the giant bangs the stick in his hand to the side, the thunderphosphorous rattles as if responding.

- It's like fluorescence, he said.

I think Liquid Protection.

Such a beautiful and fantastic sight in the midst of an iron fire that you can't afford to lack concentration for a moment, and still be blinded.

The warrior who leads the flock of fluorocarbons kicks the earth, however, with a strength unrelated to the clarity. Coming up in flames.

In front of the assassin of White Light's wrapped thunderbolt, the shield is pushed to the side of the battle.