From the black water mirror, the sound of announcing the last shepherd rings.
Of the two names left, one disappears.
"Decided... Uh-huh!
The maiden in charge of the audio, Scenomea Faffett, whose last scream wooded into the red-stained sky.
"Eighty-seventh Heavenly Banquet! Just one winner, here's the decision! The flourishing winner is... it's Lugo Aliumi. Ahhhhhh! '
The vibration and admiration of the earth swayed surrounded the 'Garden of the Infinite' from all directions.
The black water mirror shows two men.
Arishi Current Protection, who fell in large letters, and Digos Akelone, who stands on a purple electric stick with himself.
And only one shining name, 'the former'.
Liquid shield that collapsed on his back. At the same time - Digos while standing, a ring that fell off its neck. That is proof of the end of the war.
'What a showdown...... but should I say obsession to awesomeness! Digos Akelone, oh my... oh my God, I'm doing my best to stay standing...... Huh!
Stick your partner Thunder Festival stick to the earth and lean on his big body. Digos had closed his eyes to sleep.
On a meadow just a short distance away, the ring that had been broken from the neck of the giant man had fallen in strings.
A miracle called the Divine Chant "Oracle," which expresses a person's concentration on the foundation. With some exceptions, it is unlikely that the surgeon is unconscious and still manifesting himself under normal circumstances.
Did this forest, a powerful spiritual field, have any effect? Because of its special physique, called "Tartare". also allowed the technique of whether it had been worked out to the extreme to remain out of the control of the Lord?
The truth is uncertain, but the pale and thin glowing purple electric stick was as if it continued to support the striving Lord of its own volition.
"A fallen winner and a loser who didn't fall! This should also be a form of settlement unique to the Heavenly Bombay Banquet! The fallen Lugo players are also surrounded by people in white clothes with expressions like they don't know what happened!
So Scenomea turned her gaze to the side.
"No, Mr. Duane! Finally... finally settled, so I just wanted to talk to you... '
When it comes to my brother, he is a visibly damaging champion. It was Scenomea trying to cut it out in a tone such as fear,
"... eh...?
The concentration is unintentionally interrupted and wide-area communications disappear.
".....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Her call was small everywhere.
"Duen Fong......, Huh"
Zeilin, who sits next to him, also finds himself strange and starts to fly communications somewhere in a hurry.
It was a peaceful sleeping face everywhere.
A gentle grin floats in the mouth of a man with his face down while sitting in his seat.
It doesn't make you feel masked cold, like before.
It was a warm smile, somewhat similar to his brother, Diegos.
Cautiously support Digos, whose white clothes are for three, falling while standing.
For the first time since I was touched, the face of the giant turned up like a hack.
"... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
A thunderbar that was gripped disappears into the void, as if it had finished its role. While tilting the giant, Digos turned his gaze around. White clothes holding themselves back. A stretcher being carried at your feet.
……
That's all, I guess I guessed.
A fearful stretched giant hand touches his own thick neck. Make sure it's gone.
"............... right...? Washi, is..."
He nodded faintly and looked at the drifting shield still sitting there.
Too full of creativity to call me a winner. Stream protection, which had become immobile due to severe pain, was somehow awakened by one of the white clothes and was in the midst of being rinsed with arcilegna leaves all over his body.
"... er"
The boy, who is now the winner of the martial arts festival, moves his gaze away from Digos at first sight.
There is no word for a winner to speak to a loser. In the past, when you're feeling strange and uncomfortable that you've tasted even karate,
"Aliumi"
He was called to fame with a low and powerful voice.
If I looked back almost reflexively, I had the usual grinning Digos face. With that look on his face, the man said it short.
"It was strong. Congratulations."
Clumsy, unadorned, candid everywhere. Now, with a warm voice.
……
Unconsciously, the drift shield felt a twinge coming up in the back of my nose.
"... hold on. Thank you, thank you......!
Cut your arms to a cross in front of your chest and keep your head down with momentum. Don't let them see what's come to mind.
That's how - I rejected the stretcher and dropped off the back of a giant man who was supported but walked on his own feet. That standing is exactly what the samurai do.
(... Seriously... I was strong)
It can be said that the drift shield, which specializes in reading the other person's thoughts and movements and standing around in his favor, was put into an all-time shape. If we were in a state of mutual well-being, what would have been the result?
Regarding this one anyway,
(This way, it's down three times... If it's supposed to be, it's definitely a referee stop. Besides, I'm not coming for a broken left arm or anything at all. I think I won, hey...)
The winner just had to be so weak with the sigh.
Even though the figure of Digos with a few white clothes disappears between the trees, the drift shield is still unlikely to move. Point your finger at the neck muscle while the wound is treated on one of the remaining ones.
Secondly, I remembered Tyzen's prescriptive explanation before the start, which even seemed terribly nostalgic.
"The ring is cruel, isn't it? When you break your heart, you feel a little pain, and you never come off. Squeeze firmly with your own hands or let go of consciousness. - Or unless your life is in danger. '
I guess it means that even if he managed to get up, he ended up with drifting protection that fell into severe pain, but the ring had decided that he "still could afford it".
(Damn, he was dying enough. You're so impotent...)
When I play it at my fingertips, it returns a kink and a hard texture. If you pull hard, you're not going to solve it.
It's a livestock collar, and the boy made him pull the edge of his mouth.
"You can take it off now."
Seeing the drift protection touching the ring, the white clothes say without stopping the hand of the procedure.
"Ah, yes..."
Still, he watched the view of the woods twilight as he immersed himself in the aftermath, without leaving the witness of the winner intact. The trees, stained with cedar, gently humbled in a gust of wind. Previously - the silence with which the earlier fierce fighting has been a lie surrounds the area.
"Um..."
"What's up? Does it hurt?"
"Oh, no. Earlier in the fight... 30,000 people were out there watching."
To much quiet, I didn't feel like that.
"Right. The black water mirror we had broke...... fortunately, it's also close from the outside. Lord Zeirin, who is responsible for the" reflection ", will have done his best to deliver on the struggle. I don't know if this moment is going to be seen by anyone."
That's what they said with the inclusive laughter, and the driftshield unexpectedly looked around at Kyoro Kyoro. Naturally, there can't be anything you can see. From what the white clothes say, there doesn't seem to be any mirrors installed here either. Even if it were precise, it would be cracked with Digos' technique.
"Phew, you took control of this heavenly banquet. What are you surprised about? You should stretch your chest."
"Ha ha..."
Nevertheless, I wonder how far from where they were seen behaving in the woods in the first place.
Even now, he was a boy with such thoughts and hardening himself.
Numerous natural elevations, large and small, disturbed by rocks far from the "Garden of the Infinity".
At the top of the highest rocky mountain among them were the figures of four men and women.
One is a ladylike, tall girl with a white hat and a white piece.
One is a middle-aged man dressed in a flashy embroidered surcoat.
One is a small person who can't wear a man or a woman, bandaged over the top half of his face to blindfold him.
One is a brown-skinned young man whose charcoal grey courtesy suits him without disgust.
At first glance, we cannot find a common denominator in them, even of different identities, ages, and ends of races. Family aside, friends don't even look like each other.
The four were constituents who belonged to an organization that would never be out of shape.
The name is Orchester.
A sphere about the size of a bow floats loosely in front of them, and a dark-haired boy looking around like he was in a hurry - showing the man who controlled this heavenly banquet.
"Huh. By the sudden intrusion of" The Black Ghost with the Sword, "the participants died one after the other. The refeit was ruined by the traditional heavenly banquet. Oh, my God, it was the script Scenario... You're safe now."
An elegant and lustrous, yet somewhere overlooked, mixed voice of emotion.
It was a tall girl who said that with a smile on her face.
Is she around eighteen years old? A cool outfit wrapped in a lightweight white piece that looks like summer and wears a large, tonal hat.
The reddish hair is stretched long enough to rest on the chest or back. A long face with rounded forehead, long cut black eyes and bright red lipstick.
If you are also introduced to the Lady of the Good House, everyone seems to be convinced. - but
"But the heavenly banquet is still just a game of incompetence. Isn't it particularly bad this time? There's so much to whitewash that a man who can barely handle it will win."
She narrows her cleavage eyes slightly and keeps telling her to throw it away.
"And what? This brunette chick. My face is plain, and I don't like it. You're lucky you stayed."
to this white girl who concluded so with a scattered down,
"Boulder, 'Penta' is a different thing to say."
A surcoat man standing beside him throws a teasing voice.
Around thirty when I was old? She had an unbeatable dark face on her flashy embroidered knight's clothing, blonde blue-eyed sturdy. Even if the child sees it, he stands up as a knight, but there is an atmosphere overflowing from which he feels like he can't be diligent in flattery.
"You're too different at the end of your eyes, Nah, and you can't see the essence. My lady from Ninetail."
The moment the sturdy knight continued to do so with his shoulders clasped,
"Huh?
Spicy white girl - Ninetail's face, leopard changed.
A cracked wound-like wrinkle floats simultaneously, describing it as a murder phase to create an indelible look. Red lips suspended by unusual. Cut-length eyes for more angle.
The face of an evil fox, somewhere away from humans no longer.
"What? Me? Are you going to make a fool of yourself? This me? You got this me that's" Penta "? You're the only one? Hey? Theodosius."
An anomaly, arguably a transformation.
But the sturdy knight, Theodosius, raises his hands in a calm manner. I'm used to it.
"Ma'am. Also, su-gu is angry. Hey, you ruined your pretty face. Calm down. I'm not making fun of you. The overwhelming power of Penta makes it hard to see the details of rejection."
Dropping his gaze on the ball that floats in front of him, Theodosius tries to distort the edge of his mouth.
"At first glance, the technique may seem like he just left... but this kid, his strength is certain. Whatever skirmishes between humans, I stuck with Predyrekke from the front, he did. Doesn't that bother you? How do you continue to maintain all that physical ability? There's something wrong with being sturdy. I don't know what to think, I think he was hurt enough that the ring was off. Obviously, it's normal."
"Meaning, Ri... removing organs, worth it..."
Drawing on Theodosius' intentions was a voice that should also be described as a 'sounding'.
"Hey, you're right. That's right, 'no blind spot' Alalea is a good guess and helpful"
Theodosius, with a conceited trick, pointed his index finger at a small figure with a bandage covering the top half of his face - Alarea.
"... ugh..."
From that voice spoken, it is hard to tell that gender is a woman.
So much so that he was a different kind of person.
Back length is about children. His face is also small round as he bows. Dark hair cut together as short as a boy is damaged and something called gloss is completely gone. Sometimes a lot of faded gray hair crossed in it, which was somewhat of an unclean impression.
Clothes are also wrapped in thousands of torn boroughs, the appearance of which also seems to be a discarder in the slums.
but there is one odd characteristic that is too different from a regular person.
The upper half of the face - especially the area of the eye. It would be the presence of a bandage with multiple covers. My eyes are completely blocked and I naturally shouldn't see anything with this, but I don't see how I cared about that in this Aralea either. On the contrary,
"Hmm, you're being rude to me with an ill-conceived woman. Alalea, enough of this little one, show him. Him."
Nodding only to the words of Ninetail, who returned to his usual face, Alarea points her trembling fingers at the sphere that floats in front of everyone. Then the scene being shown switched.
Yes. This sphere capturing the scene was one of the divine chants Oracle operated by Aralea. From this distance, without being distracted by Zeilin Yuente, the 'penta' of the refe, who gets a far-sighted view.
"... hehe"
Ninetail smiles inadvertently when she sees a new person.
Its fox-eye shoots through is one young man treading back to his guest seat. Flat face on burning red hair. Flaming 'Penta', Dino Gailroen.
"Hey, Debias. Originally, you were gonna hack him into this mess, weren't you? Though it also ended in failure. Then..."
The brown-skinned gentleman, who was turned to the flush and wore a charcoal grey courtesy - Assistant Commander Orchester, Debias Loud Morganti, stood shoulder to shoulder with a sigh of sigh.
"I don't really want to bump you into him."
If it is a clash between powerful 'pentas', the damage done to the surrounding area will also be enormous. It will inevitably stand out. In Raindeer and elsewhere, the more the law forbids their transcendent to fight against each other.
"That's good. I can make sure it works. That's why I'm bringing home a corpse so beautiful that I can remove it."
"Sure. I'll crush it anyway, then I'll get my guts out too."
Theodosius nods.
"He's a half-breed guy, that dino will be out of hand... even if the oila goes out... hmm, I'm not sure I can 'shred' him well. I think I'm gonna make a chunk of it. The same 'penta' ninetail would be appropriate here."
"Oh man..."
Debias only left a bitter smile on the story of progressing on his own between the top two organizations.
"Then, yes. The experiment came to a successful conclusion, but this might be a good opportunity for thought."
Theodosius makes his blue eyes shine like a boy.
"I've never seen a heavenly banquet before, though from the middle of nowhere, but it's not bad. I forgot my job and saw it. A lot of people seem to be able to use it. Especially since the last of their organs remained at the martial arts festival. Oyla decides it's worth hunting for."
Debias made a tannic surface to such a suggestion of a surcoat knight.
"That being said... there tends to be a lot of conspicuous fighters and mercenaries in the royal palace who will remain until the second half of the battle in the first place. I can't get my hands on it."
"Hold on, there's no way I'm going to miss this. Especially..."
Did you just draw on the words of Theodosius like that, if Alarea points her trembling fingers at the sphere, the scene switches.
Debias looks slightly at him.
An overlooking perspective was reflected by the figure of one girl sitting on the lawn.
Long black blue hair that looks even sumptuous in fine silk and light icy "Ice Blue" eyes when it comes to polished gems. A neat look that also outshines the goddess of beauty depicted in religious paintings. I can easily imagine being dressed in plain travel clothes, but not just civilians because of what they do and how they behave.
Debias credited the girl with that, but I guess Theodosius is much the same.
"She's a superb lady just for her looks, but no matter what she says, she slapped Predilecke from the front. I would like to pay tribute to that savage courage, while also having the precision of the procedure. I want to try and distort this face with despair and fear."
He turned his eyes to Theodosius like Ninetail sincerely despised him for the color and brutality that made him affix the grin he lived with.
"In the end, if you have a good face and a chest, is that okay? That woman... didn't just come out last and spear in and take the delicious part. It's just a thief cat."
"Well, that's a good bystander's gaze again."
"Huh? A bystander? I wonder what that means."
"I thought the audience and the soldiers who were there could do something about this monster as soon as possible. The only bystander who seemed to think of her as a cross spear was the one who was setting the sights of heights in a safe place. What happens now? Who can do it? Or will someone take down that monster? So you're like the oilas who enjoyed themselves graciously from this place away. I enjoyed crushing each other in the woods in the audience halfway through, just like the crowd. If you were actually in that place, I don't think so."
In response to such Theodosius' high theory,
"Oh. 'You are,' you are."
Ninetail tilted his little neck with a face that could be taken as a surprise or even a mockery.
"I - even if I was in that place, I think I could have done it with the 'bystander's eye'."
I don't feel threatened by Predilecke or anything like that. Such an off-the-shelf line,
"Words are really great. I think God has given us more than the Oracle of Divine Chanting, really. I don't know what anyone can do if you just say so."
Theodosius scowling his shoulders laughing nastyly at Nicari.
"Huh? Do I have to use you to prove it to you now?
"Every time, you guys are really close."
That's it, and all Debias breaks between the two sides suddenly.
The deceitful middle-aged knight turned his spearhead to the assistant commander.
"It's Debias's husband. You were sitting next to that girl, weren't you? I can't believe you didn't hear one of the names. Dada's name is obsolete."
"Ha. I didn't expect this from a boulder."
If Debias answered with a bitter laugh, Theodosius got a serious look.
"Anyway... the experiment was a success. Even in" The Garden of the Infinite, "one of the continent's leading spiritual sites, that technique turns out to work. It will also be necessary to increase the force of war in order to move on to the next phase. Seriously, I think we should wash up about the top guys left at this martial arts festival. Hit it out, solicit it. There's no way to miss it."
"I agree with that."
Ninetail snorts, too.
"Right."
Debias also shrugged and gazed at the far woods, not the sphere floating in front of him. From this position, the 'garden of infinity' only appears to be a small, obsessed black mass. But on the spot, the supreme 'materials' are gathered.
"All right. Well, let's just say we move towards the next"
Assistant Commander. Debias hoisted the edge of his mouth lavishly and looked over at the same face.
"Mr. Ogo......!
A witch rushes over to the bottom of a giant man who left the woods with his shoulders supported by white clothes.
Know the settlement. No, he must have popped up. Let me breathe heavily.
"Sa, eli......"
Why I kept fighting. And promises I couldn't fulfill.
Recognising the girl's appearance, Digos looked down slightly as the bat looked bad.
"... sorry. The eagle"
"Good."
Sakuragiri takes Digos' hand, distorting his wet face in tears.
"Mr. Ogo is safe... I'm so glad"
Soon after the breathtaking giant pinches his words, the witch desperately proclaims as she clogs her voice.
"Mr. Ogo fought for me and I was glad. That was cool. That was amazing. But more than anything...... anyway, I'm glad Mr. Ogo is safe......! If anything happens to Mr. Ogo... I... No, I don't..."
……
"Sakuragiri, you're sad. If anything happens to you because of yourself. '
It was the words of the boy earlier that came back to life behind the brains of the giant.
Where silence dominated the place,
"Ohon."
White clothes lending Digos his shoulders coughed up in such a uncomfortable way.
"Huh!"
So Sakuragiri hastily releases Daigos' hand, which he was holding. It turned bright red to my ears.
It was then.
"Hurry!"
"Way! Make way for me! Ambulance Squad, we're arriving!
As the martial festival ended and the overall relaxed air flowed, a slightly more pressing voice flew.
The Digos turned their attention to something - a corner of the front row audience. Guests and red armor are gathering to create a crowd.
Why is an ambulance gathering in the audience? Has anyone fallen in this heat? For that matter, it's not normal for the soldiers around us to see what's going on.
"What...? Ogo,. That seat, no way."
――
The Digos didn't even know. When what was happening there becomes one of the cuts that will radically change the way the refeit will be in the future.
…… …………
My head, it makes me depressed.
It still seemed like we could afford it right after we settled, but was it because the thread of tension was broken? Suddenly tiredness pushed over, and she realized that she was still about to lose consciousness.
We're almost there.
"…, is,"
I couldn't even get a decent reply.
The body is heavy. No longer did I even know where I was walking. I've managed to move while my shoulders are supported by white clothes, but I don't listen to my feet anymore.
The earth that gave me soil turned into a wooden plank....... does that mean it crosses the bridge between the entrance and exit crossed to the north and south?
And someone rushes over. Shortly after I recognized him, I was supported by my other shoulder. I couldn't confirm raising my face to the billionaire shield either, but with its soft feel and - its scent that tickles my nose tip - I knew right away it was her.
Belle, I'm home. It's over. We won.
I already asked for Myol's treatment.
That's it, Belle. I went into Predilecke like that, but that's just...
There were so many things I wanted to say, but my mouth can no longer move.
On the other hand, she also seems to be trying so hard to talk about something, but she can't hear it sometimes because of the noise around her.
I manage to float my jaw with my sides supported.
Jumping into Xia Mu's sight is the spectator's seat across the bridge. A large crowd of spectators and soldiers are gathered there to show some urgency.
It's not like we're celebrating the end of the heavenly banquet, or we're celebrating the aftermath of the festival.
(..., what...?
Is something wrong?
But now, I don't even work my head off thinking about it.
On the ridges of successive mountains, the daytime god Inverenus sinks. As he takes his place, Ish Marni, the goddess of the night, begins to make that big true circle look thin and blurry.
Thus.
Eighty-seventh and heavenly banquet.
The annual festival of thirty thousand gathered, a long and long day of the warriors, will come to an end here.