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

"Whoa, don't lick it! Miscellaneous fishes!

The brave soldiers who jumped out of the lead carriage arrive first and to a group of enemies.

That's the elite elected for this mission. Individual abilities are high and outweigh Dobobeek by an excellent margin. but

"Hey, behind you!

"Wow!?

A magnificent soldier slapped and slashed one jumping from behind a young soldier with one hair in between.

"It's no big deal, one by one, but there's a lot of them anyway! If you get attacked from behind, it's over! Don't go too far! Stiffen up with a few of us, as the captain instructed, and stand around in a way that protects each other's backs!

No deep pursuit, intercept the person who attacked you. The soldiers expanded to protect each other's backs.

In the meantime, three people jump from their sides in an attempt to protect themselves from the flow forward.

"Huh!"

Left chopping. Intercepted Dbobiks play and fly like balls in a threesome of powerful hits, not control of traction or intermission.

As I looked up at the carriage beside me, wary of being taken behind me - car number three - countless resentful demons were swarming the large boarding compartment. He clings to the top plate and sides, waves down his nails and fists with cancer.

"Wow..."

Exactly like a bunch of bugs dropping by the lights, but this is fine later. It's an armed carriage for times like this. At category D level, we won't be able to do anything about this sturdy boarding cabin.

"Aww, that sounds amazing! The carriage's rocking! Sorry, Doctor! Wow, are we going to die!? Are you done here?!? Before I die, I can't believe the last thing I see is the teacher's face!

"Wow, I don't know, but either way, it's gonna be an experience I can't do again. Hey! Wouldn't you be too honest because you might die again!?

... Someone's voice flows from the voice-breaking tube. The researchers in the carriage, starting with the two of them, may not be comfortable alive, but they just have to be patient for a while.

(Priority now is -)

At the same time as the awesome hissing, a huge hoof kicked one of the Dbowbeaks. All six successful and large black horses have pulled three armed carriages so far. Exactly like we did now, there are all kinds of rough horses that would kick ass if it was to the extent of a small grudge demon, but there are too many enemies anyway. Dobobeek and others, strained on their backs and buttocks, were relentlessly poking their nails and fangs. Blood drips from the painful wounds, and a sorrowful hissing woods spirits during the hustle and bustle.

If they do horses, naturally, they won't be able to use carriages. If these loaded with various supplies turned into a box of iron that cannot be moved, the mission would no longer have failed.

Lifeguard ran into the force, pulling off a grudging demon stranded on his horse.

"The bug that hits the vending machine at night! Get away from me, Cora."

Fortunately, should I? So did Cobria, but this Dvobeek also has very large eyes. I mean, it's easy to poke at weaknesses, that's all.

Grab the resentful demon's head clinging to the horse from behind and screw his fingertips straight into the orbit. Gigg, screaming away the dvobeek, literally chiseling away with a throw.

"Okay, horse, please!

"Wow, okay!

Strip all enemies and entrust the horses to nearby soldiers. If it is the strength of drift protection, there is no need to solidify it in more than one person. We should strike out on a single ride, not a passive one. I guess the soldiers know, nodding instantly.

One sight caught the eye of the drift guard as he traveled one kick after another through the resentful demons around him.

Flashing silver sword.

The grudging demons dancing from all sides are instantly slashed down without even getting close. It was like, a knot of swords.

Is it four or five years older than the shield? The height would be low for Grimcrows humans and less than one hundred and eighty centimeters. He was one of the regular soldier's youths, wearing silver armor.

(Tony - Sword Judgment...... I don't know who you are... this guy is awesome)

Sometimes King Aldia just chose him for this assignment, which can be described as considerable skill. As I was accidentally blinded by that extraordinary sword move, my voice flew from the other soldiers.

"That's just great, Ozouroy! Didn't you raise your arm again!? I'm sorry, but this way, please!

"Okay!

The swordsman, known as Ozouroy, responds to a fellow's request and immediately heads to a new enemy.

"Oops!

Shortly after, something rolled down the ground in front of the drift shelter with tremendous momentum. I didn't have to check it out, it was the whole Dvobeek thing.

"Ugh, oh..."

Turning his gaze, there was the appearance of Dermie Charzole Belt flipping herself as she danced.

Quicker and sharper standing around than you can imagine from your usual apathetic appearance.

He leaves his hand pockets, clutching a swarm of dvobeeks with only two legs. The sight as if you were even playing ball. Kick the hell out of me and beat me to another one. Step on one and jump, slapping your heels off to another.

It's probably also a strength that your legs are sluggish and long, but most importantly, their range of motion is terribly wide. Even drifting shields who have made their bodies as karate houses since they were young are amazingly flexible.

(... this guy... he's pretty strong)

Leg moves I've never even seen - rather, it's a matching move with the Divine Chant "Oracle". The wind is wrapped around the legs, providing acrobatic movement and unmatched power.

Whirlwind legs produce real winds, not metaphors, and if you look closely, scaffolding the air with nothing, jumping even higher - even imitating things like 'bunk jumping'.

(Are you a character or something...)

That's part of the Silver Legion Troop Silvalios, something like that?

If you are blinded by that stunt, a black shadow looms from the corner of your sight.

"Whoops! Yeah, I'm in the way!

All of a sudden he jumps at me, and Lifeguard rushes to beat the hell out of me. the other one running in to fill that gap,

"Oh hey, here's your Ultimate Cannon. Shoo!

Kick it off with all your strength. That whole thing that's been shot blows up as it involves a few other bodies. Still, the resentment demons push over one after the other, without any hesitation. Goal, it wasn't going to end the game.

"Ugh, you're here, motherfucker."

"Step on it! They're gonna push you off!

Soldiers start screaming from all over.

In contrast, the impetus of the resentful demons pushing from the darkness around them is as if there is no sign of decay. I'm being pushed by the quantity.

"Also - I need to gear up a bit......!

Stream protection also re-establishes its temper, in the midst of such a great mix-up.

From a remote corner, a dazzling flame blew up in his eyes. Black sprawling forests are instantly illuminated by daylight blinking.

"Oh......!

"Hehe, was it that time already......!

The wounded soldiers turned their gaze toward each other.

"I'm sorry, the wounded will step back! From here on out, I'll join the ranks......!

Unexpectedly, drift protection had been observed. Time only, in the evening - turns into a time period you can call 'night'.

There was the figure of Lisalitt Tailvid, who wrapped the flames to the point of ferocity.

The power of the Red Lotus was different from that of any flame user I had ever seen. It's not a rough run like Dino, or a powerful blast like King Aldia.

By analogy, it's a floating interception weapon with the will.

"Go, you guys!

In response to Ritherlit's brave decree, more than a dozen fireballs broke loose.

Countless flame spheres floating in the air fly around in tremendous momentum, firing small flame bullets in a row. Its hitting accuracy is also tremendous, and instantly the Dbobics are pierced and blown away.

(Dude, I've seen it in some robotic cartoon, ahyu's...!

"Ha!

Against enemies who have dived through the sweep of machine gun face defeat, they pierce the flaming thin sword they have created. Orthodox, chivalrous sword moves. But you can't imagine it from daylight onwards, an awakened figure.

Dancing there - in the distance was like a knight with no gaps, a hot woman.

(Was the two names "Night Flame Dance" "Tebutant"...? I see, here's the thing. This is awesome.)

Night is the time when the grudges are revitalized. In the woods of the unknown where such monsters walk, the soldiers must reveal three weeks' worth of nights. Whether or not you're going to take turns putting up a sleepless turn, in principle, the soldier cannot fight with all his might at the time when the Grievance Demon is most enlivened. Naturally, they can attack us without worrying about us being rested. If that happens, it will be difficult to fight in full condition.

Probably - to get through those hours safely, her. A meaningful word from King Aldia. "In these outdoor expeditions, you can count on his power," which means something like this.

"Here now is the protection of the Fire God! Dance, you fever sons of bitches!

That is no longer a flaming curtain. The crimson that is translated is beautiful and intense. Destroy only the enemy in a supple manner, without burning into the woods.

(You're not losing. Hey, what the hell)

Inspired by each bravery, Lifeguard also ran through the land, turning it into a battlefield, while destroying a herd of resentful demons that attacked one after the other.

"Huh!"

A series of sharp running water blades kicked three dobo beaks.

But the army of monsters has no sign of decay, and the waves of prolonged fury push by.

"This, Kiri...!

From the rare and evil Belgrette quarters, as well as the Dbobics, jumped.

"Ha!

The long black sword flashes.

He has to finish one of the fronts with a reversal, and plays the remaining enemy attacks with the currents surrounding him. I slaughtered the two disfigured men with a sideburn, turned the one behind me, kicked them, and intercepted them.

"Huh!"

Quartet, it wasn't. Front, back, left, right, and - top.

One, who was traveling through the branches of the trees, jumps from the head of Belgrette and flashes his nails.

"Oops!

Exactly.

A small stone crush that flew in a straight line but crushed the assassin in the air. Its short body of about forty centimeters was flashly blown away.

"Are you okay, Belle?"

"Yeah......, thanks, Lugo"

Belgrette, who had thus rushed for drift protection and posture, back-to-back with each other.

Tiny little monsters approaching. In the surrounding darkness, there are still countless light points - Dbobik's eyes gleaming with pine lights back. Though it seems to me that a few per capita just need to be knocked down, it's still not such a simple story.

"Damn, when did this end..."

"Really..."

Exactly. We both got sick of the sigh leaking.

but you can't cut the focus. There is no other way but to ensure that we continue to destroy and steadily reduce our numbers.

……

Feeling the warmth of Belgrette on his tight back, he remembered that the drift protection was fuzzy.

"I don't know anything about the Divine Chant" Oracle "either, so... from now on, with Belko, we'll make up for each other's missing parts, help each other out, wish we could fight, etc."

That's what I once said.

"He is not a good daughter to be protected. Maybe you want to stand next to the Lord and fight shoulder to shoulder. '

That's the word of Daigos someday.

"... All right, Belle boy"

"Hmm... what's wrong?

With each other's faces invisible and facing each other in opposite directions, the guerrillas say.

"I'll protect Belko's back. So... can I take care of my back?

Signs of breathlessness. Just a few moments away,

"... Got it!

A temperamental girl knight responds.

That's how they intercept only the enemies in front of them, without looking back, but with a feeling of firm trust behind them.

indefinitely, as Amanda and Oretta do in a slightly remote position.

Many soldiers entered and repeatedly breathed rough on their shoulders.

The silver armor that wraps them turns into a thin, dirty color that is hard to describe with returning blood and mud, and is full of the smell of vivid organ around them as well.

Less than sixty soldiers succeeded in defeating a large group of Dbobiks. Did the riots also finally feel the bad flag color in the second half, or something like less than half a hundred actually knocked them out because quite a few escaped?

The neighborhood presents just like dead bodies over time, with the bodies of little grudges rolling around without a foot stomping ground. A number of the soldiers' removed pine lights were burning fine, and their lights made the scene more tragic.

Soldiers vary with those who fall asleep in great letters, those who still seem to have some leeway. The horse seems to be safe, and several soldiers are working hard to treat black horses who are suddenly in battle and injury.

Stream protection also had a large number of enemies and cluttered movements since the second half of the year, causing some scratches to the arms and feet. It was faster to force her into it than to avoid it, and there were a few occasions like that. It is a so-called gorilla push.

Although Belgrette can also be seen to wear out, she always showed a steady standing around. If she was a former girlfriend, there's a good chance she didn't stay focused so far. It can be described as an achievement that has dramatically raised its arms in the last two months.

The awesome young soldier Ozuroy and others seen in the midst of a riot are caring for their swords with a scratchless face.

Needless to say, the facades of the Silver Legion Force, Silvalios. Lisalitt was shyly laying her eyes down when her brother, Ted, stroked her head saying "well done".

Even if not as many as they are, few have an extra look on their face. Some people are proud of each other for how many you've done.

(even if...)

The results of the war and the degree of depletion are unique to each person, but I personally found the drift to be awesome because...

Send your gaze to the person.

Oretta Bloody Fir, deputy captain of Silver Legion Squad Silvalios.

Not even a slice of returning blood adheres to the pure white dress that surrounds it. When she slashed and lay down her enemies with a black sword pulled from her waist, she even had a splash of blood scattered. He wears things like standing around and walking around without blood in return.

By the way, because Oretta did that to return blood and so on, they were in the form of a few descents on Amanda struggling with back-to-back alignment. I kept saying, "Hey! Don't fly this way!" "Oh, I'm sorry." That's what I heard.

(..., that, uh, that Mr. Amanda...?

I don't see him.

Walking on a flashly dirty battlefield, he discovered the figure in the shade of a somewhat remote tree. Amanda as well as several soldiers are gathered there.

(? there...... what are you doing?

driftshield, who peered into his face without any concern,

……

I realized that a cold sensation lay on my stomach.

At Amanda's feet.

Three bloody soldiers lay powerless. Neither of us moved, not even Pickle already. The one remaining exhales rough, but his neck is dyed by Zhu and his complexion is no longer pale. The silver armor he wore had a vivid redness that made a muscle.

A giant middle-aged soldier leaning against a tree noticed the drift protection and looked back.

"Ooh, you're a guerrilla...... You still seem to be able to afford it. Exactly."

"..., no"

Saying so, his cheeks were carved with flashy cuts, and he was seeping tiredness again.

"It's them... I've been busted from behind. Well, I don't think it was weird who was in that mix-up..."

A health guard who was bending by the three lying down shook his head weakly toward Amanda.

Amanda nodded, succumbing to the side of one who was a bug breath. Hold his hand and ask with a small, gentle voice.

"... is there anything left to say"

……

In the mouth of the flowing guard, the bitter spreads.

Hardly breathing, one of them had an imposing grin as he shook his body.

"... hehe, single, mon, nothing... … of the mission, wish you success…… and be……………………"

"Always. Your death will never be in vain"

As relieved by the words… he closed his eyes slowly.

Amanda grips that hand hard once more and releases it.

A giant middle-aged soldier who saw such a sight,

"... more. I'm sorry, guerrilla. I need your help."

I pound the shoulder of the stream guard and head for one of the carriages.

…………

I perceived the intent, and the drift protection continued later.

Get in the deserted car number one, and the two of you take it. That is - a thin, dirty shovel provided on the wall.

Porously, he digs a hole beside the three lying people.

Set in a carriage dedicated to the soldiers, this shovel was meant to fill the bodies of fellow soldiers killed in the middle of their minds.

This is not the same situation as my first assignment in Dealey, which was once experienced by Drift Protection.

A carriage full of necessary supplies and full of capacity. We can't afford to carry our people's bodies home. The long expedition period of one month was also a factor that made it extremely difficult to retain the body in condition. Therefore, those who die in the middle of these expeditions will basically be buried on the spot.

In and around the city, cremation options can also be taken depending on the doctrine and faith of the martyrs, but that is unlikely in such a place. Because of concerns that will spread burning and because resentment demons may come attracted to the fire.

Collect the relics that bear witness unto him, and the flesh shall return unto the earth in the mountains wherever it is known.

That was the end of the defeated soldier.

"Here... if you die... until the afterlife (Ratesheor) leads you... you're going to miss me, all the time"

…………

A middle-aged soldier digging a hole vigorously in a bright tone, but he couldn't give back any drift protection.

I am now digging hard for holes to fill people's bodies......

The room to slap a light mouth before such a reality had not yet sprouted among modern Japanese boys.

There was also the cooperation of the other soldiers I noticed, and I finished digging the hole as quickly as I could think of.

Carefully lay the remains of the three men at the bottom of the earth and soil them. Everyone except the shield was handy. It's not my first task, is it?

Eventually they all gather together and Amanda, who stood at the head, tells them hand in hand in front of the dirt.

"It's Jed Meteeu, the god of creation. Have mercy on Nagore, Lixeto and Hassin, who fought bravely and scattered. that their souls will not be saved correctly in the heavenly Ratesheor. And the eternal happiness of the next life."

Solemn, quiet prayers were offered.