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

- Time, often goes back.

"... Ku, ha!

A groan is thrown out of the mouth of the drift guard, not knowing what happened.

It got dark in front of me.

At first, I was under the illusion that I had fallen from a concussion. The moment I thought so, my whole body was wrapped in something stuffed.

"What, ah so...!?

Flirted by the compression that tightens with the mistletoe, it also feels as it drifts downwards. It's terribly narrow. I went through evacuation training at school only once, like when I used a rescue bag.

Don't put that between you, your back grounded, along with a bitchy, uncomfortable feeling. It was like coming down a bad slide.

"Hih."

Sooner than you recognize the situation, someone's short screaming thing reaches your ear.

(What,... what? Now, voice...? What happened...)

If you just get your hands on yourself to wake up,

Strange elasticity on the ground, and raw warmth. It was even wet with sticky liquid.

"Guru."

I can't help feeling sick.

I look around, wiping my hands with my pants unintentionally and reflectively.

……

I didn't see anything. So much doubt that I really can see through it, that my neck and eyes are functioning. Complete darkness that doesn't even plug in a piece of light.

Weirdly damp earth and nauseating, stinking air.

(Fuck you, disgusting... what, here...?

The moment I thought so, a small red light lit right up close.

"Ever...!

If you're surprised at the sudden glare and narrow your eyes,

"Ah......! Lugo Aliumi......!

The person sitting right next to him and staring at the drift shield - Lisalit floating a small sphere of fire in his palm - groans.

So, the drift shield understood everything.

"............ Safe, was it..."

If you whine unintentionally, but the female knight answers with a sad voice in contrast.

"would not say...... safe, I guess this is how prisoners feel waiting for the order of execution..."

I look into the surrounding space, which is illuminated by blur and orange. It seems wide and narrow. The lateral width is considerable, but the ceiling is extremely low. The scaffolding is also unstable and unlikely to stand up.

Spooky pulsating, thin dirty peach walls. Humid, tonal ceilings, and ground. All of that is freaking out and inviting physiological aversion. It's like a closed, breath-taking chamber, but if we pack it in, we're going to get quite a few people in.

The sat up Lisalitt's thighs and checkered red skirt are also wet with strangely sticky liquid, with lighting influences and what a colorful flair, but not now.

- No doubt from the circumstances, this was in Zuwira Shamour's stomach.

"Have you been dancing and eating... and imitating me for a long time? On, wide. Koitsu, is the majority of your body a stomach? 'Cause this is the only thing he's got in mind to eat."

Apart from the creepy pulsations of the organs, this whole space is shaking at regular intervals. I guess this grudge demon is walking. Naturally, the ride sucks extremely.

"... what a nasty end. After I turned my back and ran away, I was caught... like this..."

Reserlitt snorts in tears, but coughs up geeks to see if she has inhaled the smell properly.

Fortunately, there seems to be a degree of air here that is not dyspnoeable, but it is also an inferior one that is riddled with strange odors in the body.

"... brother, everyone, I'm sorry. I... in this place... gu,... my hands are paralyzed..."

"... you should try not to touch the stomach fluids directly."

There is currently nothing in the stomach but drifting guards. I guess I'm hungry.

This monster called 'bulimia'. It should also be faster to digest the food stored in your stomach. Not far away, the drift protectors will be melted alive.

"I'm not kidding, I'm sorry..."

I've been compressed all over my body by swallowed folds, and the savings hurt. Rather than

"Mr. Lisserrit, that arm......"

She was holding her left arm to shelter.

"Mmm... oh, it looks like it's broken.... it doesn't matter where you visit more than it's happened..."

He must have been injured by compression when swallowed.

"But... no... seriously, good"

Even in such a situation, a sigh of relief had once again been exhaled from the mouth of the drift shield.

"Good...... you say? Are you insane? What was wrong with you? In this situation."

"No... because Mr. Lisserrit was alive"

"What?"

It was an eye to see something incredible.

"Because I was alive... to you, what is it?"

"No, nothing... I'm just glad you weren't dead. It's better not to die than to die."

If he spoke of a sense of normality as a drift shield, Reserlitt was out of line as a pocan.

Slightly, I recruit it like I finally got my thoughts back.

".................. Hmm. But I'm just not dead yet. Keep it alive and let it melt. Me and you. First of all, I might as well have been bitten to death by one thought. That's horrible, a whole swallow."

(…, swallow whole……)

That reminds me of Fu.

Was that about a year ago? I've seen videos on the internet that serpents have swallowed prey far bigger than themselves. While the playback time was about a few minutes, the torso of an unusually swollen snake was shocking footage inside.

... but according to the author's comments, which were appended to the video, the snake ended up vomiting what it later ate.

There were a number of other things written down there: 'Examples of snakes spitting out their prey'. It may be so-called online knowledge, but I am impressed because it was detailed and detailed when I did it.

For example... when I feel threatened, I throw up to get away lightly. Alternatively, simply undigested it back. The snake in the video corresponded to this case. And then...

"Mr. Lisserrit, why don't you try searing this stomach with the art of fire?

"No matter, I've tried that. But I can't do it during the day. Tougher than I thought..."

"... Hmm"

If you feel strongly stressed, they say you may throw up the bait you swallowed back.

But this opponent is far more of a giant resentment demon than a serpent. Even if the prey in the stomach is rumbled, it is equipped with a degree of strength that will not be a problem......

But...

Hush and exhaled, the drifting shield roughly struck his right fist against the stomach wall. Bogons and creepy noises sound, and the bumpy feel returns as recoil.

"Shh."

I couldn't pull my right hand, and now I'm gonna slap my left fist in. A vibration that echoes in a narrow stomach.

"Uhm......"

Not too hard, not too soft.

Not bad. I feel like hitting you. I want to make sure it's made of sandbags, and Lifeguard nods like a mature artisan.

"What are you...?

A shrunken reservoir asks with an unpleasant voice. Lifeguard answered rather with a bright enough voice.

"No, well... even if you keep grown up like this, you're just going to nourish him. If that's it, there you go."

Gu, and I say it as a matter of course, holding my fist in.

"Because right now, we're in a place where we can unilaterally attack... isn't it ant to just try?

"Oh, no -"

It's impotent, you thought. The woman knight's raised voice was, however, smeared by the tremendous hitting sound that followed.

Thoughtfully punched right. This whole space shakes like a wave.

"Oh? That worked pretty well, didn't it? All right."

Out of spite, the boy begins to slap his fist against the stomach wall.

Long journeys continue to make it impossible to train routines. I just take the place of sandbags, alternating my left and right fists as I sit down.

"... you're an unusual man, you are"

Lisalitt, who was watching such a drifting protection, groaned tirelessly,

"But surely... if you do nothing, will you just die like this"

Pull out the long sword you were raising on your hips.

"Holy... whoa!

Thoughts, I stuck my tip in a peachy wall.

"Ku, stiff..."

But pushed back by the feeling of blurring, or the sword is not stabbed and bounced. She still rebuilt herself and glanced at the stomach wall in front of her.

"Er... it feels like Mr. Lisserrit can exert great power at night, right? Like this place right now, if it's dark around you, you can be strong, not something like that."

"... ah, oh. Yes. Between the evening and the morning, there is an infinite amount of power. At noon, as you can see."

With a self-derisive sigh, she laughs.

"... pathetic. Me at night and me at day...... too different to know for myself. I wonder which is who I really am."

"Well, neither of them."

"Huh..."

"It's both a feature of Mr. Lisserrit, so you don't have to think deeply about it, do you? He said you just have to do what you can during the day and at night. It's like I can't use any technique, so I can only beat him up directly like this."

Gong, and beat the peach wall, and the drifting guard laughs nicely.

"There's no such thing as a perfect person, so there's nothing to worry about. Now, do everything you can to do. Look, I need to punch you in the gut. Seriously, if you don't stay like this, you're going to be nourished by this deer bastard."

In the first place, it's not the kind of place where people come in. Keeping talking in vain may also result in the loss of air. Oxygen for that amount should be used for action.

"Human bottom line, let me show you. Bun and punch until you want to puke, or if you're not willing to puke, give him enough momentum to punch you in the stomach."

".................., yeah, right"

Liserit stares at the stomach wall and sets her sword wide open.

"I'm also one of the flourishing Silver Legion Troops Silverios...... I'll do it!

Beat in the slaughter of the horizontal giraffe without meshing. The ceiling's low, no shaking rashes. Yeah, my left arm's broken. I keep waving my sword with my right hand several times, even though it seems a little hard to do.

Seeing her like that, she laughed contentedly as well.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"... Lisa is fine!

The female knight, who said away like a blowout, let the sword wrap a flame around him, striking a blow all over him.

"Huh......, is that a big success? Try it."

"Gu, shaho, kaha......! Oh, oh... I can't believe it... na"

Dark green forest wrapped in blue mist. In front of you, Zuwira Shamour crawls with her head hanging.

Streak protection that rises in front of its eyes and a coughing reservoir lite.

"Oh, the air. It's working, Lisa."

"Or,... really, it's something I'll try..."

The outside air of the clear woods is more comfortable because it was pushed into a raw smell closure, albeit for a short time.

When I looked around, I thought I had caught the second car and looked familiar. I'm not sure if there have been any other dead since, but at least no predators. Nobody came into the stomach but ourselves, so this is for sure.

"I thought it was noisy out there, but I thought you were coming after us."

The flowing guard sets himself up for pursuit, waving his wet arm with gastric juice.

"Well... let's see how stressed our brawl was, 'bulimia'."

Zuwira Shamour is certainly a giant grudge demon, but if it is to be a whole swallowable bait, the subject - comes of limited size.

Just before this monster showed up, like the body of a bear that was rolling on the side of the road, there's no way a big beast or anything could swallow it.

If so, only organisms close to human size can swallow the whole thing. Even if resisted in the stomach, only subjects so small and powerless that they are not a threat.

"Was it unexpected? You must have swallowed a tiny opponent, but you were so fucked up."

I laugh at the resentful demon's glance as he crawls in front of me, directly from the front.

"I'll tell you what."

"There's something about" bulimia "that you can't eat."

Bounced.

Still a resentful demon who can't lift his head - using its nose tip as a stepping stone, the drift shelter highs and stagnates its self.

Left to the momentum of the fall, he slapped his right elbow off to the monster's brain. Place your left hand from the top of your raised right arm and add a twist to make a deep decision on the wedge blow.

The same business that once played 'Kill Each Other', unleashed against a man named Enrokak Stijje. Wuyue Liu Karate is a contraindicated prick.

Disfigured "Bowmetz".

Even as he devours the blow, the grudging demon's eyes glare at him and his shield. You tried to fight back, the moment you tried to move your head,

"Ahhh!

Lisalit, who set him up as he stood, protruded his sword toward Zuwira Shamore's remaining one-eyed eye. Though the thorn was only bounced by hard eyeballs, it produces a full effect as a restraint.

"Nice follow, Lisa!

Stream protection twists the body on the spot, sewing a flash of gap that blocks the enemy's vision.

The opponent stitches that gap that frightened him and jumps up again as he steps on the top of his head.

Higher. And sharper.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Full weight on, elbow while almost falling in. He slammed a blow all over the place as a stepping stone.

A painful crushing response passed from the boy's elbow to his shoulder and all over his body. An elbow strike struck while piling, as if it had been pushed out just for that matter - zero blood coming out of the grudge demon's orbit, nose, and mouth. Forced to engage, his sturdy looking teeth crumble off. A blood splash erupts in one piece from the incision that was engraved on the head. That was somewhere similar to the sight of water overflowing from a cracked bottle.

It was an instant that the giant jumped.

Set aside for a beat, Zuwira Shamour was overthrown - shaking the earth heavily.

"-Shah! Patience...!

A guerrilla pointing his fist at a lying giant beast and taking a remnant. The soldiers stared in dismay at the figure.

"Lugo... it's just impotent... because you do..."

"No, no... Belle is the one..."

Gatagotto rocking carriage carriage carriage. They exchange words like that as they lean against the boarding room wall next to each other.

Lifeguarding is about the fact that Belgrette went on to challenge the Grievance Devil without any confusion. Belgrette talks about the flow protection being swallowed whole by the enemy for lack of calm.

Together, we have critical, hairy hair. I was lucky enough to survive, which would not be an exaggeration.

There was also a feeling that they had exhausted their strength and energy, or the two, wrapped up in weakness, had been having the same conversation as an elderly couple for some time.

"But really safe and above all. And thank you, Mr. Lugo."

Amanda looked back, slowly leading the carriage.

"Oh, yes... no..."

"Though the dead are the ones who came out...... I should say that if this damage was done to two Zuwira Shamours against them, it could have been kept to a minimum. No matter who you tell, you won't believe it. Of course, I can't be optimistic because there's still something about Car Three."

I guess the soldiers walking around the carriage didn't feel comfortable living until just before. Its footprint has never been lighter.

"Well, I'm back from my stomach... you wouldn't believe me in the first place ~..."

Oretta walking next to Amanda and the like, that's what I look at myself but I can't believe it, and so on, and I turn my eyes to the boy. I mean I'm confused... I obviously feel pulled.

"Ha ha, it must be. Even Geisserius doesn't have this much out of common sense anecdote. Your Majesty has just fallen in love."

Amanda, on the other hand, rather seemed to greatly like this result.

"No, well..."

When the boy is lit up like a tickle, a weak Belgrette voice is heard from right next door.

"But... it's too unscrupulous, Lugo..."

The figure of a girl knight who relaxes right next door and deposits herself on the wall looks like an expensive doll decorated there a little bit.

"Eh, Belle, you can't even talk about people."

If you stretch your arms out and decopin her, she accepts without the art of closing her eyes and exchanging. I don't even have enough strength to fight it.

According to Belgrette's words, his memory is vague when he wields the great sword of water and penetrates it.

A fold that was blown away in a counterattack, maybe because he had a concussion, StreamProtection expected.

Because I was like that myself. While he was being knocked over by a grudging demon's head, he noticed that he had been invited into his stomach.

(You can't do this, seriously...)

In a way, it helped because they were eaten dancing, I suppose. If it was even chewed with teeth like that molar, I don't know what would have happened.

(more... to be able to stay calm)

In a short period of time the dead came out in a row and people were swallowed whole in front of them, instantly forgetting me.

Same draught we ran into about Minette, or Redrack confronted in Dealey's cave. At that time, it was just a story I had no problem with because I was someone I could leave to the passion to win.

You can't even face a giant enemy like Zuwira Shamour directly from the front.

Although it was the victory, it is not good to have satisfactory content.

We must grow not only physically, but also more spiritually.

For the record, it was extremely difficult to navigate the process of removing the dirt from the drifting shield and reservoir lite that became all over the stomach fluids of resentment demons. I tried to rinse it off with a total water operator, but the stickiness and smell is hard to stubborn and doesn't fall clean. Ultimately, a forceful and extreme method of simultaneous shooting of the water currents warmed by the art of flames from all directions towards the drift protection and the reservoir, forcing the wind operator to create a pseudo-tornado and dry it - finally allowed him to return to a further body. Is that exactly the kind of comfort that got stuck in the washer and dryer?

Still, I felt the smell of stomach fluids was still on my nose, and I felt a little sick. For a while, I'm not going to be willing to eat or drink.

By the way, Lisalitt said she had broken her left arm, but was treated immediately, so she wouldn't take care of it. Should I still say drift protection, there were no injuries that seemed particularly injurious.

"... are you all right, Alliumi guerrilla"

So it was precisely that reservoir that had given me a peek in the face on the carrier. It's a classic of a fractured person, or hanging his left arm by a bandage that he turned from his neck. The bone itself should already be connected because it has been treated most therapeutically.

"Oh, guys... I'm tired, Lisa"

"Oh. That... thanks to you, I was able to pick up my life. Let me thank you. Oh, take this, if you like."

That's what I'm saying, I'm gonna hand you a water bottle.

"It's a drink that distilled Lutul Lang's blood. You'll get strength."

"Blood...!?

The thought that this man is really a vampire brings a sickle.

"Whatever, thank you so much"

"No, no. This one was crazy to death too... Never mind."

"... Oh, thank you. Bye."

That's all I have to say, she leaves the damn thing and the carriage.

"... you've lost a lot of distance with Lisa."

"Ha... Whatever that is, we've worked together in the stomach of a grudge demon... and we have a deeper bond."

"... there will be no one else in the world who has experienced such a situation..."

Whatever, then enough to keep going back down the mountain path.

Oh, there it is.

Find a red flag that can also be seen in the distance, and Amanda makes her voice play.

That's how Car Two and the line came back to the place.

corner of a wide range of mountain paths. The large tree that soars beside it, its thick branch, is bracketed with a red flag marked '6'.

I parked the carriage and the line was often set to wait here.

The first car, which had been rolled over by Zuwira Shamore, was also retrieved and pulled so far, but it was pretty sticky, so the soldiers go to repair it.

"... Car number three isn't coming yet, is it? I hope Lord Dermey and Ted are doing well..."

Amanda pounds as she looks out at the blue-fogged forest where the earlier fierce struggle quietly turned out to be a lie.

This is the rendezvous point because we encountered Zuwira Shamour ahead of us, who proceeded with this' 6 'flag, scattering and evacuating. but there is no sign of car three with Dr. Rock and the researchers, the dermies who should have been on that escort, or the soldiers.

Endless anxiety is natural. Even though "Silver Legion Troop" is on it, even though it's the kid, it's both Zuwira Shamor who followed them.

"Well, I guess I'll just go and search the third car for a second."

In the same tone as going for a walk there is Oretta, a white beauty.

"Mm-hmm. Can you ask?"

Amanda, on the other hand, agrees without worrying about the wind.

……

Watching such an exchange, I think Lifeguard.

A world in which the powers of alienation exist, called the Divine Chant "Oracle". I am also now fully aware that the strength of the magician Mage, who uses such power, cannot be measured in appearance. Still, it should be noted - as an exodus, I can't hide any more amazement at the fact that this Oretta lady has easily amputated Zuwira Shamore.

On my way here, I saw the body of that monster, but it was literally so 'double-crossed' that there was no more. How much skill can you imitate like that?

Instead, if we had been a little behind in getting ourselves out of the grudge demon's stomach, would Oretta have made us into two truths?

(Deputy captain of "Silver Legion Squad" Silvalios, or...)

An elite unit organized by King Aldia himself, its top-notch strength - I guess that means.

Between the caricatures, she takes only three escorts and disappears between the trees.

(Dr. Locke... I wonder if you're safe...)

I was also in the mood to go, but I still feel tired. The bodies of the deceased soldiers must also be buried here. Nor should we leave Bergrette, who has been rendered immobile by the exercise of the great sword of water. Even militarily, if Oretta is on his way, it shouldn't be impeccable.

The boy often continued to watch the quiet woods smoking in the blue mist as he weakened.