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

Between the dim woods, the two I saw across the street.

Thirty thousand people are sipping and watching such scenes in the black water mirror. Belgrette, one of them, snorted roughly, yeah.

The flow protection prediction is correct.

There are one or two more techniques that Digos can keep than carrying a Thunder Festival stick. If you think about his skill, are two appropriate?

If you are going to exercise the technique of defense or aiding, you need to erase the stick before activation, but considering you are showing a self-attacking posture, perhaps only the technique of attack is the preparation.

Normally, a quick chanting attack technique is shot out without alternating gaps, and one technique of another lineage is retained depending on the war situation - standing around is the basic tactic, but drift protection breaks its circulation only with physical ability. It interrupts and ends before the chant is over, before the technique is activated. That's what scares him. It is a natural enemy for Mage, the chanter who makes it.

"Mage the Chanter" Kill... but should I say. Your daughter's friend. '

I was sitting next to my right in the designated seat - a brown-skinned gentleman who had left on the way was zero potpourring, such a word-right presence.

but the skill of Digos, who firmly shaped the current shield of his "Mage the Mage" killer, and continues to respond with "Mage the Mage the Mage's Basic Tactics," can also be considered frightening.

Either way, you should want to immediately move on to action as a Digos, as you will be spending your soul and heart strength "Prarna" twistedly even if you continue to hold it.

I probably don't use thunder phosphorous anymore. It's a move that I showed off once. Stream protection is undoubtedly easier to cut through than at first sight.

(Digos, you know that very well. So......)

There is no judgment that the defensive technique turns to the back.

Top offense - two shots.

That's Diegos' prep. If he is outnumbered by two of those attacks, he has no next. The next chant won't be in time and will be defeated.

That is.

Those two shots will be decided or not. That stays the way it is, to win or lose - leading to a settlement.

Belgrette accidentally swallows the gokuri and spit and asks how Sakuragiri is sitting next to her.

……

Do you wish the Digos victory?

She had her hands fingers combined and her eyes closed with a sad look. Exactly like a witch who prays.

Even as a Belgrette, it was honestly a complicated mood.

Of course I want you to beat Liquid Protection, even Digos is my friend. Besides, the reason he won so far is definitely Sakuragiri...

The heat of the more boiling audience, the sight in the mirror interrupts the thoughts of the girl knight.

Digos had switched the thunder stick to one left hand and was holding his right hand wide open for drift protection.

Two big moves.

That's how he predicted Digos' attacker, Liu Xiao laid his foot on the ground.

A giant man with his palm pointed this way. On that face, an invincible grin that makes me want to describe it as "ni......" which I once didn't like.

What is coming. What moves will you show me? Lifeguard herself, feel a smile on her face.

(I don't know, this tension... Well, whatever comes)

Ugly, end it.

At the same time as increasing concentration.

He paid sharply to the side of his right hand, which Digos was kneading, and uttered the Spirit of Liberation.

"Akelone is a witchcraft, Ginseng Fucking - Six Kings Thunder Power Now"

The wind broke out.

From them in the present world, as if to flee with us first.

What appeared in the air in the form that surrounded Digos were six pairs of long spears of light. Twelve electric lights floating in the void are pointing their tips toward drifting shelter as they leak a twisted and vicious sound.

"Whoa... whoa... what the hell is that... Penta, that's a trick."

The shield was just stiff with her eyes peeled off.

Its size. Powerful. Brightness that brilliantly illuminates a forest that should be dark. Compared to the kind of technique that those transcendents deal with, there is nothing worse.

"F...... like" The Murderer "? It's a good analogy in this country, but I thought I'd take it as a compliment. - No."

- In seconds, that number is three.

To the approaching spear of light, the stream guard stood directly in front of him.

One that rose and flew in a straight line, moving from body to body, to loud.

The second and third bottles that follow are flexed over.

A fourth bounced and dodged crushes the earth - a few following pieces pierce the surrounding trees as they pull their white tails.

It doesn't hit. The twelve flashes are struck one by the handless boy after the other.

Thus the last bottle was slapped from the crossing by a drift guard, greatly off its track. It pierces the trunk of the great tree, leaving only scars and fogging. A beat was set aside, and a tremendous amount of deciduous leaves fell into the wind.

"Yikes, no, come on...!

Without all the electric light, the boy smiles ni and challenging to the giant.

…………

It's Diegos Akelone who's watching.

It was my first time.

Straight ahead, people who make you laugh at all those spears, etc.

But maybe it's a natural story.

It was an exodus that praised the Six Kings Thunder Right Now for being like 'Penta' - because he himself once defeated one of its' Penta '.

In deciduous leaves dancing like snow.

Finishing the three-second offense, the drift shield fleshes to Digos.

(First one......!

Out of the two conceived grand moves, I outdid one.

It's a drift shield that sticks in for a gap right after activation, but Digos would assume there, too. The last move is activated before we can pack it in.

"- Akelone is witchcraft, end-of-life manipulation and warfare."

Ooh, and the space cried.

A thunder stick carried in the left hand of the giant man blinked blue and stretched. That can no longer be called a stick. Bar-shaped 'something' that glows poisonously pale.

……

I knew you'd come, and the drift shield rolls the force all over your body.

Probably the depths of Digos, the technique.

In the fight against Predilecke, a stunt that cut off an impending mouthpiece of fluid protection that made him unable to move and slapped and cracked a double eye. Lifeguard himself, I can say he was helped by this move. Now we have to turn around and break this.

A pale tail is drawn down to the atmosphere.

If you retreat and avoid it, it turns into a horizontal giraffe with added centrifugal force.

The more you scratch, the more you accelerate by the momentum you shake off, and the remnants of the ethereal increase in density. Lighter, more beautiful than you can imagine from a giant.

The rambling seemed to bear fruit to all the martial arts that had been piled up by a man named Digos Akelone.

Baon and ringing trajectories vividly amputate one of the scattered green leaves.

……

While sweating cold at the unusual sharpness, it outweighs successive strikes, while the shield analyzes the performance of the battlefield iron.

Normally, if you remove the blow you intended to hit - that is, if you have left it empty, you drain a lot of health. It also leans the position and exposes the gap because it did not achieve the supposed impact.

But Diegos' rambling doesn't have it.

I can't feel the force prepared for the landing, nor the wear and tear caused by the emptying.

Whether there is a goal in the middle of the trajectory or not, the pale score just keeps swinging.

(Consciousness... need to, hey)

Like a green leaf that has just become so much in two. I don't even respond, I cut off the subject.

So you don't need to be disturbed by whether you hit it or not. Either way, the blade is swept out of hand.

(What kind of famous knife...!

Even the hands of Farvnar find it dangerous to receive it, and the flow protection is thoroughly avoided.

And

"Cut... ugh!

Don't miss it. Sweat like a bead, floating on the forehead of an attacking giant. Breathe disturbingly.

Its prey to non-standard power. Naturally, the consumption of Soul Heart Power "Prarna" should also be large in digits. Belgrette handles it, like that great sword of water.

"Damn it!

Is the limit close? A flash that swung down loudly in a hurry, unusual for Digos. Whereas

"Shh!"

Step in to determine the earth with your left axial foot. The drift shield joins the right lower kick. Draw a short arc, a pruning track.

I noticed that the giant man pulled himself away immediately - but

"... G!

My toes blur my left thigh. As Digos groaned and retracted - the pale blade disappeared.

(Now... two!

The two great moves carried by the giant man were thus returned to nothing by both sides.

Zan, and the left foot of the drift shield now tramples the earth once. Place the gripped right fist in the waist.

(Now it's over, Digos......!

Super close. Complete fisting time.

On the face of a giant man who would have been without a hitter -,

That invincible grin floats like a natural.

――――――――

If asked what it was, Lifeguard would answer that it was an inquiry. The teacher admired, too sharp, the ability to perceive 'something'.

bounced backwards without worrying about drift protection;

"Akelone is the Witchcraft - Four Pitches and Spike Flowers: Shall We?"

The words of liberation were utterly simultaneous.

Will that number extend to more than a hundred?

A purple blade that is ejected in all directions, mainly by giants. One length is about a knife. But they are scattered with incredible density.

"Gu...... ah!

Exactly inevitable, the two pieces pierced the left leg of the drift protection - the calf. That's not all.

"Mmm!"

The purple blade also flew beneath the white clothes with mirrors around them, and they did it by rushing to hide in the shade. Still didn't make it, the sound of the mirror cracking multiple times in a row.

The leaves of the tree, which were rambling through the air by a swarm of blades, were to be swept away, and the standing trunks were to display a cactus-like appearance. Many violet electricity also stands inconsistently on the earth, and the appearance of it is something like a cemetery made of models?

(Third, the technique......!?

Even as he falls on his knees, Lifeguard quickly turns his mind around.

A big swing that doesn't seem to be an invitation to intercept with this move? That's fine. When did you chant this move? No way. In that short amount of time I was swinging a piece of war iron, that's all I've been doing. -?

Shortly afterwards, it exploded.

The daggers that stabbed the trees. The blades lined the earth. And there were two violet lights that were standing on the calves of the drift protection.

"Grrrr!

If you roll over in severe pain, but spitefully float your jaw in the earthly smoke you can stand in...

"Akelone is the Witchcraft, Back, and Ginseng Fucking - Six Kings Thunder Kwon Now - Two Series"

Wait. What's going on? When did you chant it?

Twenty-four light strips in total, all aligned to give you time to think, such as "Hitoma".

A spear of light arrived relentlessly to the fluid shield that held down and succumbed to his left leg.

Some of the trunks broken from the inside shape the letters to the disgruntled. On the ground worn flashy, the dust rolling up every inch told the story of the power of the art unleashed.

"... ha..., zeh..."

Standing in shaky smoke is Digos Akelone.

Loud and disturbing breath on the shoulders, but it is the grin of an example that pictures the mouth.

"... that, it should be noted... avoided,? Boulder... Bye."

With a faint voice, such praise is given.

In a scratchy forest, at a straight distance of about ten meters. Both separated by trees that collapsed in folds. He sat down one of the fallen trees on his back and was also breathing roughly again.

"Ha..., Ouch...,"

I painstakingly smeared all the light strips, but one of them was passing near the right flank. As a result, it took the form of avoiding it with a single piece of paper. I had predicted, but for that spear of light, avoidance of a single hair doesn't make sense.

Wind pressure and heat carved relentless burning marks on the flank of the stream protection.

A scratchy abdominal injury. Black coaled left leg calf. All in all, if you stand and walk, you're up, something like that.

"... Shit... hey"

From the gap between the overlapping trunks, the drift guard softly looks at the condition.

A giant man who breathes on his shoulders and yet stands in grandeur amidst crumbling trees and winding up smoke. The power of a man named Digos Akelone. The analysis.

Fixes are second only to fixes. I don't know why anymore.

Just exchanged, less than a minute of defense. In it, Digos obviously used a highly powerful technique for four consecutive times. As for the third spur wave flashing flower, there was also concern that it might have given a gap to chant (still, I don't think it's the art of letting it go with a dozen seconds or so of chanting). but we can no longer even think about the last Six Kings Thunder Right Now. I just thought I let it go without even chanting.

(Digos......)

It doesn't make you feel between chants, a series of furious attacks. Overwhelmingly destructive enough to break the terrain.

(... moves like 'Penta', hey. You can't be, really -)

That's where I notice.

A giant man nestled. Unusual, up and down, on its shoulders. It's the first time I've seen it, on that bitter look. Flowing like a waterfall, to an unnatural sweat. I didn't move around hard. The exhaustion would naturally come from the recoil - the consumption of the soul heart power "Prarna" - caused by the continuous exercise of the technique.

But.

"Penta" s soul and heart, "Prarna," is supposedly nearly inexhaustible. In fact, Dino and others were flat even with the use of Oracle, a divine chant of that magnitude.

No, it's not.

Digos Akelone is not a 'penta'.

(So...,...!?

Moment after moment, the drift shield peeled off his eyes.

I guess I'm breathing. of Digos, whose usual tattered waist returned, around.

The drifting sand and dust were swirling as they drew loose spirals.

(That air flow...... no way......!

"Mr. Zeilin, can't you still show it, Mr. Zeilin? Huh!

'Hustle! Wait a little longer......!

Zeilin responded with a rare and hurried face to Scenomea in haste.

Digos' unleashed technique must have damaged the mirrors held by the white clothes. Has the 'reflection' of the black water mirror in the passenger seat disappeared and the first few minutes have passed?

The mirror darkens at a moment when it seems like an abalone settlement, and the audience is raising a similar voice of dissatisfaction to the scream.

"Hey, dude, what happened......!?

Sakuragiri also wandered around with his hips floating.

……

Belgrette also looks to the side of the black water mirror - which no longer shows anything - with restless comfort. Two names that keep shining brightly. Lifeguard and Digos are still alive and well. It's not settled.

Looking into the silent mirror, the girl knight swallows her sagging and spitting.

(... Digos...)

Just before the "reflection" disconnects. The giant man, undoubtedly, shot and unleashed the high-altitude technique four times in a row.

(Are you kidding me...)

The feeling swells close to certainty within Belgrette in that place, which should not be possible 'as a rule'.

'Uhn... it's still hard to see this forest...'

Zeilin's voice echoes that seeped through tiredness. She was now in the process of attempting to acquire the scene on her own without going through the mirror.

The Garden of the Infinite, a powerful spiritual place. The technique of farsightedness is inhibited by the intensely lingering soul and heart, Prarna. It should be difficult to even foresee 'penta' like Zeilin. That's why I always go through countless mirrors.

'They didn't enter the depths of the woods. I've heard so much noise so far. Be sure to be nearby...,... Whoa!

At the same time as Zeilin's voice, the scene returns to the mirror. A view of the forest, looking down from a slightly overlooking perspective.

"Mr. Ogo......!

Sakuragiri, who noticed as soon as possible, leaks a soothing exhale.

Collapsed trees or submerged ground. The sight of a giant man nestled in the tip of such a devastated forest, as if the tornado had scraped away everything. And - wrap the man, a loose spiral of dust.

(I knew......!

Belgrette was accidentally biting her lips.

A large swirl surrounding and shaking to protect Digos. That is the flow of the soul and heart, Prarna. Visualized so clearly in everyone's eyes by the fine sand and dust that is scattered.

And - that vortex is a testament to the fact that Digos has a 'certain special physique'.

(I...,)

I didn't know.

He knew about a young man named Digos Akelone - he seemed to know, he didn't know anything.

So regrettable. And a little, I feel angry.

I didn't know anything, to myself I didn't even notice. To Diegos, who did not enlighten the fine dust, and did not speak to me again.

"He's alive! Digos Akelone! He's still alive, the messenger of thunder who caused a terrific storm of attack techniques!... Damn... Nevertheless... eh '

Stuck in his voice, Scenomea speaks naturally of doubts as he gazes into the mirror.

"It's wrapping up Digos players, what's like that vortex...?

"… it is the flow of the soul and heart" Prarna ", which Digos is wrapping around."

It was Duane who answered sayingly.

"Huh!? of the soul heart" Prarna "...... so big......, clearly......?

"Digos is..." rolled. "

Somewhere, it was like confessing something backwards.

"Uh... that's for sure -"

"In other countries, it is also called" Fordisis ", etc., a multi-holder. The percentage of persons in question is not as high. Normally, there are two or three types of witchcraft that an individual can wait to retain…" Scroll "is supposed to retain more."

"I hear there's a personal difference, but you can keep about twice as many people."

To Zeilin's supplement, Scenomea continues by sipping his sawdust.

'Jeez... So Digos says it's possible to keep four or six pre-activation witchcraft waiting...?

'... no. In the case of Diegos,'

With a voice without discouragement, my real brother tells me.

"Ten."

The venue was scrambled. That would be natural, too. It is easy to understand how many digits it is off, even if it is not the chanter Mage or the people of Shirai.

"Hey, what? What's this all about? What's wrong with Mr. Ogo?

... with the exception of The Witch of the Divine Domain, which is that it comes from a different world.

"Is Saeri... from Diegos, you haven't heard anything? Multiple Holders" Fordisis "… about being" wrapped around "or something"

"Huh? Ugh, yeah... nothing... just..."

"Just?"

"Trying to talk about the heavenly banquet... your lord doesn't worry about anything. Yeah, I'll take care of it, just tell me..."

……

Apparently, should I?

Old silent, not talking much.

But on the other hand, I'm convinced.

Digos had just the power to speak mandarin without worries… to really aim for the victory. For example, that struggle with Enrokak. Even then, the mirror was damaged and the reverse of the matter remained unclear, but Digos must have tapped into the same high-altitude assault technique momentarily and continuously, pruning the consciousness of the giant.

'Well, nevertheless... if you can retain as many as ten pieces of surgery, if you let them circulate well, it wouldn't be snug with a bunch of bangs like the "culprits"!?

"In theory...... right"

Scenomea tilts her little neck at what Duen says that contains.

'Theoretically......?

'I say you can hold the Ten Techniques... but whether you can actually do it or not is another story. For example, how many other techniques of the same magnitude can Mr. Scenomea maintain while maintaining wide area communication of this accuracy?

"Ah..."

That's the thing. The higher the technique, the more burdensome it becomes to hold the chant. The same way that there is no bender who can spin a plate and blow fire at the same time while crossing the line. It is extremely difficult to retain more than one high-end technique. It would be even worse if that number were as high as ten. It's more like...

"First and foremost, ordinary people cannot possess the" Prarna ", a soul and mind that only releases the technique ten times in a row. You can't take advantage of the top ten in a normal person."

"Unless you're a" culprit "like us, you can't. Besides, if you are the" culprit, "you basically don't need to chant. You don't have to keep it."

Seeing Digos in the mirror, Belgrette enlightens.

Shoulders that rise and fall wide. Sweat floating on the skin. Same as myself earlier. He is suffering from excessive consumption of soul and heart strength "Prarna", which is causing him to have difficulty breathing. I'll finally be standing. Four times in a row. There can't be a constant handling of ten things. Four consecutive exercises and twelve amazing moves.

"…" Wrapped around "is not a special superior ability, etc. If you do not come to the exercise of your technique with great care, you may lose your life due to the loss of your soul and heart, Prarna. The hoop" but ", which is supposed to be born and held as a person, has been removed from the beginning. It's" sick. "

If people keep running, their breath gets painful and they stop their feet one by one. But the "roll" can be "done" to keep running without stopping your legs. Until my life ran out, unaware.

To such a conclusion, the premises were only slightly silent.

……

Yes, it is. For example, the great sword of water in Belgrette, if it consumed the soul and mind "Prarna" to its limits, would later disappear independently of the will of the person. He disappears from the side of the surgery, as if to preserve the life of the Lord.

But "wrapped around" … the multiple-holder Fordisis is different. Those teeth don't hold, and they wield their magic until they die.

'Ah... here Lugo shows up in the dirt and smoke!

A small shadow walks over to Digos, which is captured in the heart of the mirror. The venue boils down to the appearance of a fistman who did not fall even in such a tremendous offense as now.

'I'm alive... but it still wasn't intact! Lugo player, one leg... dragging his left leg!...? That sounds like you're talking about something else... you can't hear me. Mr. Zeilin, can't you pick up the audio?!?

"... unfortunately, I can't get to the audio."

The transcendent himself, somewhat sparingly, zero words.

'Mmm, that's a shame... Lugo and Digos seemed familiar, and I'm just wondering what the conversation was about......!

Both across the street. We've come this far by winning the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, the last two. Both sides, it would be painful to even move anymore. To the amateur, it was obvious that the moment of settlement was coming just that far.

"That's enough..."

It's going to disappear, a fine voice. Sakuragiri stared into the black water mirror with a face that was about to ring.

"Both Ogo and Shiatsu are already worn out... they're friends, but like this... we really bump into each other, and it hurts..."

"... saeri,"

where the Girl Knight was slightly lost in how to speak,

"It could have been something like this."

It was Yuhimie, a girl soldier who was looking up into the mirror next to Sakuragiri, who slipped in the unexpected words. Noticed the sight of the two, the little soldier flaunts his shoulders haha.

"And?

If Bergrette urged, Yuhimie answered with dreamy eyes somewhere, in awe.

"Ah, no. I hear that the Heavenly Bombardment Banquet was in ancient times an event to determine the strongest warrior to accompany by the witch. Oh and the figure of Lord Digos fighting so hard looks exactly like an ancient warrior waving his martial arts to stand by the witch...... The old heavenly banquet was like this, I don't know.... hey, sorry for being so busy..."

"Mmm... for the witch, or..."

Rebel the word, and Belgrette nods, yeah.

"Let's see, Saeri"

"Belle..."

"I'm not saying which one to support. When we get here, we'll see what we can do... to the end."

Different backgrounds overlapped, and those two were to clash.

There's something we can't give to each other, and we're still facing each other.

But they don't matter either.

I'm sure the two of them right now won't stop now. Even though there was nothing about Myol or Sakuragiri, for example. Even if it wasn't a big stage called the Heavenly Bombay Banquet.

Because the two of them over there smiling at each other looked like they were having fun on top of this.

"There's a lot of them in our college, too. Boys really like duels like this."

If you say so with a bitter laugh,

"Huh!

Sakuragiri abruptly slapped her cheeks in a way that sandwiched her hands.

"Wow, Sa, Saeri?

"Mm, it's okay! From here on out, I'll be there for you, too, like watching a prowl or a game!

He smiled and nodded at the witch, whose nose roughly hoisted his eyebrows, and Belgrette also glanced back into the mirror.