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

There were giant beasts and little humans, those who watched over the presence of both.

(that man... just one, no technique... without even using a weapon, with Zuwira Shamour...!

The person who lurks his hidden breath in the shadows of the rocks is the female knight Ritherlit, one of the "Silver Le Troop" Silverios ".

I was glad until I ran out to get to Car Two - when Zuwira Shamour planted a hit on the tree and snapped, fragments of the crushed trunk flew in tremendous momentum. Although he avoided it, he fell and injured his ankle after being taken by steps in the immediate vicinity. The procedure can be done with my own surgery, but while doing so, it seems to be completely delayed.

Thanks to the slightly drifting blue mist, no one seemed to see him fall by accident. On the other hand, it took the form of being left unnoticed by anyone.

(Why, I... Huh!

What impudence.

In the daytime, I can't help myself as soon as possible. The sense of omnipotence and omnipotence that surrounds this body with the coming of the night disappears as if it were a dream.

"Mercy... Nah..."

The unintentionally squeaky voice was trembling, but there was nothing I could do.

Without needing to be told by my brother, it is impossible to fight Zuwira Shamour on my own during the day.

If you stay here, there's a grudge demon right in front of you. I just got back, and I have a grudge demon in action with Amanda and the others. The pinnacle of foolishness, such as going to Car 3 now.

If so, we have to move on - we have to go after Car Two.

My legs are fine for now. I can move whenever I want. but

"Huh..."

I feel dizzy.

Zuwira Shamore confronts the boy right up close. Whenever a grudge demon rushes, that vibration shakes his body.

I completely missed my escape, and now I'm only alone. If I move poorly and that thing blinds me...

"~ Eh."

During the day, they seem to shred down to courage as well as ability.

Like that guerrilla, there's no way you can imitate it. Instead, I can't believe I can follow the speed of a grudge demon and move like that.

(The man... really, is he human...?

The more such suspicions even arose, the strength of "Fist Strike" Luckels "was way off track.

Powerful users - Amanda and Oretta, for example, would outnumber him if only with simple firepower. But that is, naturally, God's grace.

Every action of the boy, there is no flashy Divine Chant "Oracle" colour there. But the flesh and movement are no less than a grudge demon. A monster in the shape of a person, though.

Fighting right there are two aliens of man and demon.

…………

Either way, I just have to brace my belly.

Now on this occasion, I am nothing but a handful of feet.

Even in the shadow of a rock like this, I don't know when I'm going to eat just one of the fights. Plus if that guerrilla ever loses, I'm in danger of being right around the corner next time.

(Really, I...)

I couldn't wait to be miserable.

Still.

Lisserrit lurked his breath and quietly glanced at the opportunity to run off the spot... to escape. I had no choice but to.

"... chip!

The flash of the sword of love, which has slashed and laid down so many grudges so far, only lingers to stroke the bristles of his legs. A hard feeling that doesn't seem like hair returns a response that paralyzes the arm.

"Come on!"

Amanda Aide maligned herself as she pushed her head poke back directly from the top with an ice shield wall.

"Damn, it's pottery......!

"Oh, my God. That sounds so tight."

"Shut up, Oretta."

Returning without looking at his partner watching the game a little further away, the skilled Royal Guard looks up at the enemy in front of him.

(This is... Zuwira Shamore...)

Naturally, this will be the first time I have confronted myself in this way.

Fifteen years ago, a resentment demon caused an incident known as the 'Tragedy of Rhinecadal'. Ten children and eight soldiers were sacrificed. That was what should be called an abominable calamity. In the King's Capital terrorist attack a few months ago, I hear that some of the constituents were parties to that tragedy.

What surprised me when I actually tried to relate myself was the swine rush to abnormality. Since its emergence, this resentment demon has consistently been aimed at Amanda 'only'. I don't even look at the Oretta I'm with, it just hits me.

……

I still have the power to resist.

But how much fear did the kids who came across this weird thing in that case ever taste? One person, another person, disappeared without exchanging into that dark mouth...

(... Well...)

With such thoughts in mind, Amanda analyzes each other's power of war.

The swinging head punch can be perfectly prevented by its own defensive anti-icing "Congelatio". If you return the back, thin films of attack technique applications, like those used in normal combat, just can't prevent it.

This sword, on the other hand, plays the fiend's hard short hair and muscles forward. I can't even afford to turn it into an attack because I'm concentrating my soul and mind "Prarna" on defensive techniques. The opponent's body is too big, and it's not easy to freeze and lock him up without being as prevalent as Augustus. If you consider the opponent's strength, you are likely to be smashed with force moves.

All in all, it remains lacking in decision-makers - each other.

(... Hmm. Still fight hard in a long fight... or use 'that' and I'm confident I'll be able to fix it)

Amanda is a warrior specializing in defense. If I kept standing around steadfastly, I was sure I could win.

But now is not the time. We have to finish this whole thing off quickly and follow the other one.

If you just take it down quickly, it's also effective to use your own trump card. But then, it involves the people around it. Of course, Oretta by his side is no exception. It is also difficult to wear out very heavily.

As a knight at first sight, it's not like I don't want to try and pin this infamous resentment on myself.

"... oops. Looks like we're ready. Sorry, deer. I'm a little sorry to hear that... but your time is up."

There are things that should take precedence over pride and merit. In the wake of Amanda's voice, which so severed, Zuwira Shamour turned her face sideways with tremendous momentum.

That is - watching the game on the side without ever having to hand it out, towards Oretta. The monster must have stubbornly targeted only Amanda.

"Oh. Amanda's the only one I've ever seen. That's just a grudge demon and it's sensitive ~"

Poor white beauty lips.

Spin disturbing words.

- You're sensitive to signs of death.

Amanda leaves too much to rely on to continue with her partner, feeling zonked by her voice leaving behind her kindness.

If I am a knight of the 'defense'.

She was an unparalleled 'tyranny' knight.

"Time buying done. I asked you, Bloody Fear."

"Thanks, Amanda. I'm ready with shame."

With thanks to friends, the White Lady advances.

Bright white hair shakes.

Silver eyes drew a sharp, dark tail of light.

There are two drawbacks.

One thing, the long chanting time.

It takes a little more than five minutes to complete. Although not uncommon in itself, even a few divine chants, Oracle, become unusable during this time. We must pour out for this technique all the soul and heart strength "Prarna" we can have.

One thing, I can't hold a chant.

It's too big to hold it back.

Together, these two constraints become a lethal element for the chanter Mage.

Because retention is impossible, you have to put the enemy in front of you before you start chanting. In time, without the use of the Divine Chant "Oracle," one must pass between five minutes.

That's a contradiction. Because people can't fight without skill, but they need to fight without skill to activate it.

Though it is she who overcomes and uses that condition, which is ultimately unrealistic - on this occasion now, Zuwira Shamour, who perseveres in targeting only a single subject, and Amanda Aide, who is equipped with a defense against overcoming that onslaught, have become the basis for meeting the constraints relatively easily, unexpectedly.

"- It's Apov, Lord of the Dark Alliance. Dye everything into pristine black."

Oretta's singing meshed call was answered by a deafening wet explosion.

"Black," like sprinkled ink - rough, messy, current world.

Bisha paints a black trajectory in the void and swirls as she hugs the white beauty of the surgeon.

That's still the Dark Serpent.

Weirdly textured and stuffed, neither liquid nor gaseous, it lingers to erode the space itself. If such darkness pulled a lukewarm tail, then black bubbles bounced off and disappeared.

As opposed to the white and clean Oretta herself - too much the opposite. Just violent, ominous, to the point of obscenity, black.

Amanda shrugs boringly as she lowers in the replacement.

"Deer, you misjudged. Before me, I should have targeted Oretta. Before they wrap that darkness around you. That way, there could have been one winning chance in case... It's too late."

"White Night Darkness (Meeria)".

As if she embodied those two names given to her, the white woman smiles wrapped in black darkness.

"Oretta, I'm coming."

Before the woman who proclaimed, the grudge demon responded with a groan whilst sounding the ground.

Fierce as if it amplified the heavy bass of a golden instrument tenfold. If it's a weak organism, it's the only thing that can wield a shock wave that could lead to death.

It was simultaneous.

Zuwira Shamour turned her neck wide across at the moment, and Oretta slipped sharply with a residual light of pitch black.

There is a toy called 'Dharma Otosi', made by Dr. Rock in play.

It was a sight reminiscent of that.

Oretta 'turns around'. A white knight with a dark winged remnant on her back and a pitch-black song sword, Farkata, on her hand. I look back at my enemies, who were missed shortly after breathing.

"Hands-on, I did get it"

If we say so from the conclusion of the phenomenon.

Zuwira Shamore's limbs, all of them - had been turned down horizontally.

Putting between silences is a beating.

The resentful demon giant slipped off as slippery and clashed into the earth with tremendous vibrations. So the 'finally' shaken out neck and head plays off four ironically amputated lower legs of their own lavishly. A giant torso spun sideways as it scattered a blood wind in the form of a pull by the momentum of his laterally swept neck.

A pure white lady knight without a stain tells her as she plays in a dark running stream that wraps up all the aftermath that rises, blood springs, and monsters wind up with 'slipped off'.

"- It's Apov, Lord of Darkness. Give me the edge of that tremendous power."

Farkata, a black song sword held in his fine right hand, was raised high above his head. It is about a mile long.

"The underworld. Tenebraria Sangvins, the blood blade of darkness in the hands of the Black God. Graciously embrace and guide the fool with his limitless mercy."

Respond to quiet spirits.

That sword she could carry... stretched out like it exploded.

That's black lightning, if you describe it. While making a number of pointed sharp angles halfway through, with distortions that are difficult to call elaborate straight lines, the tip stretches intensely and long and high with momentum through the heavens.

Not so much, far from what it looks like now, the ferocious blade is completed.

Overall length, just over ten miles.

A shape that resembles a thunder as depicted as an illustration of a fairy tale. Sprayed a prickly blade everywhere, like embodying the word 'evil' if you like - an overgrown, pitch-black, truncated blade.

The roar, which should also be described as a violent golden instrument, shivers the trees, the earth. With only his neck and torso, it should be noted that Zuwira Shamore turned to fight back. Expand the oral cavity to its limits, arc with a long neck, and impulse to swallow the Oretta.

But.

Its existence, which overcame constraints that could also be expressed as contradictions, had already outweighed the monster by the time it was skinless.

"- If so. I'll see you in the next life."

The blade of acquittal swung down against 'bulimia', which jumped with instinct.

The monster's iron hunk twitched head, a thick, long neck, a huge torso armored by heavy muscles - slashed open by a black line that swept through the center, literally tearing it into two straight pieces. The momentum to jump to Oretta becomes an enemy, falling as it explodes and cracks to the left and right in a grand way. That was somewhere, similar to the sight of giant buds blooming.

Pouring bone pieces, chunks of meat, organs, and extraordinary blood rain. The quantity was as intense as it should have been with the last resistance by Zuwira Shamour - Oretta looks back with her usual face as she sprays all of it with a black twist that she wraps around. That pure white body, without slightly contaminating it. As soon as you declare that you won't even bathe a piece of returning blood, such as enemy resistance.

In the tragic sight of a red storm that makes you wonder if it will even take a rainbow.

"Oops! Come on, let's go, Amanda!

Both ways.

Fifteen years ago, he overthrew a grudging demon who created an abominable nightmare.

As the rain of flesh finally stopped, White Reiman laughed at the errand.

"... it's the same kind of bachemont."

Amanda Aide is sure.

This Oretta is the one.

She said she was the most aggressive female chanter (Magee) in Raindeer.

The earth, colored by Zhu and his organs, and pieces of flesh, that can stand in a backward blood odor. The white Reiman who created such a world takes a big breath as he walks up the hem of his long skirt.

"Mmm, hard to walk...... Come on, come on, let's go. I'm going now......!

Amanda herself used to play the blood-style organ bone pieces and others that had blown up in the Ice Exhaustion "Congelatio". But - I see a colleague exposed to all that violence and no dirt, and I unwittingly get a pulling grin.

"Oretta, you."

"What could it be?

"I don't think I'll be able to get married for the rest of my life."

"Hahaha. I wonder why you need to sell me a fight at this time."

Amanda slackened her mouth all the way against her long-time friend, who frowned with a loving smile,

"Because you have to be a stronger man than yourself."

With the greatest praise, I returned it so.