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

Fat man.

The first thing I felt when I saw that appearance was such a vague impression.

It's not just about your physique. It feels like a giant castle, with a firm, heavy core...... stability, peace of mind.

The flames rolling on every right arm - the lights illuminating the woods brilliantly, had the appearance of an axe, bigger than they were.

Even though he said it was a situation where he was ready to die until just before.

I wondered what would happen if I paid with that axe, etc. I wonder if it would be easy to crack a lot from being scolded for always being a foolish diagram but a norm.

Shaken unconstructively, it produces a scorching whirlwind that pulls the tail of a vermilion.

By a flash that was too luxurious, the monsters, horrible as they could see, were driven away without the art of exchange. It's not firewood. Even Oki seemed to be able to take down.

The fat man was incredibly strong.

A grudge demon who is the son of a demon. Standing to gently overthrow such horrible monsters and reign over corpses. The short, inverted hair was like a lion's tenderness, and the grandstanding was like a king.

Such a man who should even be called the Lion King laughs lavishly.

Are you all right, lads?

Low voice that suits the look.

Such a word still lingers on my chest. A word of it was uttered against ourselves, even neglected by our parents.

He snorted with a trembling sister in his arms, and the big man laughed and said.

"Right. That's good."

That was enough.

"Are you okay". "Good".

Words I wanted my beloved parents to say. Words you didn't say though.

That's what this stranger said to me as a matter of course.

A terribly strong adult smiles like a child.

I want to thank this man one day.

I want to be strong like this guy.

That began for a young, helpless boy.

It became a small but definite spark that lit up behind my chest.

Scratch the near-field grass leaves and a few adults - soldiers show up. Everyone, haha, was letting him breathe harder.

"Heh, Your Majesty! Please don't get ahead of yourself......!

"Barca, it's late. I'm not saying anything swallowing. If you guys had waited, it would have been too late for those kids there."

"But...!

"Damn it, I knew I needed it? You can follow me, the Knights for me. My hand and my leg... anyway, there's the Knights to make it easier for me."

"I will do that again…. Don't let Minister Gortwin in your ear."

It was only later that I learned that this' person like a king 'was a real king.

On a dim forest road, the four confront each other.

Those two Zuwira Shamours were much smaller than the individuals who appeared beneath Amanda and the others. The height to the head is about three miles or not. Naturally, the torso and open mouth are also small. … but it may be said that the situation has therefore flowed in an unscented direction.

"... Huh."

Dermie Charzorbert looks apathetically at the resentful demons in front of her as she sighs unwittingly on the battlefield.

In the surrounding grassland, there was a bloody build-up. Four silver armored soldiers were grabbed in the head and fell down.

Yes - it wasn't swallowed whole, it was wiggled. You can't dance and eat humans in this little Zuwira Shamore. Therefore, the people of this place did not know - as in the case of drifting shelters and reserlites, 'it was helped because they swallowed the whole thing' - a situation never arose.

And the habit of persevering in the pursuit of a set prey is also weak if compared to an adult.

At first, he was the son of two resentful demons who had set a goal for the third car, but he was struck by a soldier who set him up from the side, and turned his prey lightly to that one.

Attacks pass because they are not as tough as mature individuals. And if that's all the pain, this Zuwira Shamore switches goals.

The reality that even ordinary soldiers' attacks would pass had led to the result of rejection and distraction from the resentment demons, which had become a factor in causing one victim after another.

"You finally saw us, you deer..."

Ted Tailvid is the one who says groan and bears the flaming axe to his shoulder.

I usually have a rugged look that I would never show in front of my sister.

Two knights, two grudges.

Zuwira Shamour's young bodies, who bit down the accompanying soldiers one after the other, were finally set to face 'Silverios', the Silver Legion Troop, here.

Car three and the soldiers on the escort have painstakingly succeeded in leaving the scene.

".................. seems to have the habit of following the person with whom he/she has laid eyes extensively. As an organism, it could be a very reasonable property. It would be better to ensure that the whole thing in your eye is finished than to miss out on the two rabbits… and your hunting success rate will increase."

"I don't care about that. One, please. Lord Dermey."

Waving the burning battle axe that was on his shoulder, Ted says as he sets his sights on the enemy's unity.

"I hear you are tattooed by His Majesty. I'll take care of it, okay?

The group "Silver Legion Squad", which currently consists of sixty-three men, is not a familiar pattern that we have known each other for a long time. All we have in common is that King Aldia is a strong man identified and chosen by his own eyes.

Even members are not always face-to-face with each other. Dermie for Ted was exactly that until we met face to face on this assignment. Three years ago, the apathetic man that King Aldia drew in immediately. Ted didn't know much about this man, to say the least, because he became the newest member of the Silver Legion Force, Silverios, and was often on assignment again in the far reaches. In other words, Ted for Dermie should be pretty much the same.

Such a 'not sure' dermy opens his mouth to a billionaire.

"... you said 'I don't care'... I think it's important ~"

"What is it?

What are you going to say in a situation like this? If Ted returns slightly irritated while staring at the enemy,

"What these grudges are seeing is not 'us'. So far it's just you."

As if that was a signal, two resentful demons ran.

Dermie's right, Ted. Turn to one.

"- Ha. Superior, deer. I'll destroy you."

A spark explodes.

Temperate Ted's face turned his eyes into a bloody angry phase.

No tricks or tricks. The elite knight of dark silver softly set himself up on the spot. One spin on the spot, yet another, slammed him into the integral neck muscle that had approached the fiery axe scattering the fire powder.

Gogah, and a tremendous noise rushes between the trees.

It was a formula for slaughtering the whole thing and continuing to finish the other one with a blow to return. but.

"What-"

With a long neck ache, Zuwira Shamour scattered her covetousness, roaring like a golden brass instrument.

"Gu, ha...!

I hit Ted with a fall in shape. If you're an adult, you can't release a bump at a human being who's only about the size of his own foot, but if you're a toddler, it was different.

And no matter how much a child, it is Zuwira Shamore, far greater than a human being. Ted, who received a strong body hit, blew momentum and rolled abundantly down the ground. The flame axe disappears.

Although the individual who was fatally injured by the neck muscle likewise fell on the spot, the other one of the survivors leaps uninterrupted into the fallen Ted. He opened his big mouth and covered it relentlessly.

"Gu, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

Terminator -, it wasn't.

Ted had his own arm plugged into his face against his approaching molar teeth. Gatin, and mercilessly devoured, his arms, which should have been covered in a small hand of strong Leguille steel, lift up easily.

"... ugh, gu, no"

In the midst of crushing intense pain, there I realize for the first time.

Nearby, Zuwira Shamour's face. An extremely creepy facade that opens its mouth and peels out its teeth, making it look as if it's even laughing.

A tooth row all over my buddy's blood, just like a molar fang chewing his own arm right now, from behind it.

……

Ku, ku, ku.

Voice.

Small. A faint, but undisputed, 'voice' is leaking. That, too.

Kukuku, kukuku.

(Laughter, voice............)

I'm laughing.

This monster.

He's attacking people, eating them alive, laughing in the back of his throat.

Just now, an individual who must be his own brother has just been swept down in front of him. It's like I don't have a bare gesture to worry about, laughing, trying to get to the bait in front of me.

(Come on, when...)

It was as if incomprehensible to Ted, who had dived the training ground many times for just one sister.

The creepiness. Impossible. A sense of despair.

(Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Oh, my God...)

Are you all right, lads?

'Right. That's good.'

For the first time, to someone who guided me. Therefore, to the one who saved my sister.

To King Aldia, return the favor.

(I told you...)

To that end, I became a knight.

(Konn, na... by the way...)

Listening to Zuwira Shamore laugh as she stares at her own arm as it is bitten down.

Once again, Ted Tailvid sees the horror of being a resentful demon, the cruelty of a world where will alone can't help it.

At a young age, remembering that past desperate for resentment demons.

(Sire, sire)

The king who helped me then, is not here.

I came here to help that king, naturally.

(Oh no... so far, is it?)

Dermie secretly completed her chant as she watched Zuwira Shamore's ass disappoint in her fallen Ted.

Behind it, it's like a wild dog fishing for garbage. It's not about character or anything.

This' bulimia ', when you can't stand hunger in the first place, says you even eat your own flimsy shit. In this way, don't you even greed your own brother, who is falling right next to you after grabbing Ted?

(It's a beast...)

Walk unconstructively from behind. A wild grudge demon can't possibly not even notice the approaching, but he doesn't even try to show a bare gesture of looking back.

(If you are an adult, you will continue eating without even paying attention to half-life obstruction...)

The opponent is an immature individual. Scratch off the resentment demon's neck obsessed with bait Ted, and that's it.

(An organism that missees its opponent's strength... just dies...)

The fact that the dead came out of the "Silver Legion Troop Silverios" would have a negative effect on the morale of the soldier regiment, but it has nothing to do with Dermie. It's Amanda's job to put it together there.

(If she's alive too, we're talking about ~)

Most of all, he is one of the three great knights of Raindeer. You won't lose easily.

Consider yourself swallowed, to make it in time with dignity.

The distance is less than five miles.

I don't give you time to be distracted by a half-breed blow. I'm gonna cut my neck off from the side with one flip.

Shortly after you get up.

Bong, and the heat blew up.

in the form of piercing the head of Zuwira Shamour.

It stretches up violently and pictures the shape of an axe.

"... this is..."

Dermie looked out for him unexpectedly.

A swinging long-shaped flame. As synchronized with that, a young man who gets up fluttered.

"... what's up, deer? Did my flames taste bad...?

Bring a burning flaming axe to your chewed and squeaky right arm.

Ted Tailvid glances at Zuwira Shamour, who has been overthrown to be replaced.

"... Gu, uhh"

But the wound is deep. When the flames are returned to the void, kneel down and repeat the rough breath.

".................. are you ok"

When Dermie walks over with her cat back,

"Safe, I don't know... I don't know..."

The young rough lion laughed without hiding his bitter face. That's right. The chewed arm is crushed unbroken to see. Though over the armor, he would also have broken a few ribs from taking a direct hit of a bump.

"From that state... well done, you've been reversed ~"

If you whine without any concern,

"Your Majesty chose me. If I die, I'll let that one down. Above all, there will have been a mistake in His Majesty's view. Such a thing... will never be forgiven"

"It is… a great will"

"... will... is it something you can fight for?... Things can't change with that.... That's why I'm... stronger."

In the eyes of a bitter young man dwelt something as strong as a flame of his attributes.

(... was dead...)

Dermie trembled indefinitely.

Originally, Ted was defeated. It was eaten here and dead.

The pride that it is the Silver Legion Forces "Silverios" directly under King Aldia. The insistence that he was chosen to reach the king's grief.

They drew more than strength from him.

As a dermy, to the extent I heard rumors, even in the King's Capital terror that occurred this summer, he said there was a man from Silver Legion Squad "Silvalios" who held his enemies hostage with his head shattered.

(... here it is...)

Strength of "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios. One end of it.

Absolute loyalty to King Aldia. Faith, a feeling that can no longer even be called fanaticism.

That turns a young soldier into a tough lion.

(Again... you are interesting. King Ardia......)

Dermie pressed her cheeky muscles into her mouth as she tried to laugh in response.

".................. and brilliant. Are the two names" Buried Red (Mod) "not Dada? Though a young body, it should have been a top class B threat. I didn't know you would clean that up by yourself."

Dermie, with her hand stuck in her underwear pocket, drops her heel to the first one's neck that collapses just in case. The wind blade burst and slashed its long neck. A blood splash on the airflow blooms and scatters bright peach blossoms in the blink of an eye.

"That's... sarcasm, I guess. As you can see..."

Ted tries to get up shaking his body, but doesn't seem to listen to his knees.

He was a dermy looking apathetically down at such a young man.

"……… go ahead"

Instead, he pulled his right hand out of his pocket and offered it to Ted.

…………

Extraordinary, noteworthy and noteworthy, very ordinary right hand.

The kneeling young man looks up at his opponent's face as he drips blood from the edge of his mouth. Dermie, gazed at, asked slightly strangely.

"Something on my face...?

"... no. This is the first time I've seen you... get your hands out of your pockets. I was wondering if there was any reason why people couldn't show me their hands... but they said they were normal hands."

"............... especially, there's no reason. … but"

"But?

"Don't do it! I'm trying to give you a hand if you think..."

"… ha. That would be an honor. Thank you for your generosity."

Grabbing Dermie's right hand, Ted stood up hard.

"... this grudge demon... must have been a twin ~"

……

Did the story of Ted's sister, who heard of the twins and ran under the second car, cross Ted's brain? He gives a look that only seems complicated for a moment, but mouths it as a knight, as he pushes and kills the thought.

"I wonder if Car Three is... safe. No way, there's even more of the same resentment demon ahead of me... I don't even want to think about it."

".................. you'll be fine. I don't think Zuwira Shamour will form that much of a herd. Plus, Regular Ozouroy was with us...................... can you walk?

"If you're going to answer, you're going to be relentless... You can't make a weak noise. Above all... I can't stop here for His Majesty's sake"

"Your Majesty's...? Hmmm......"

"Something?

".................. no. Shall we go?"

Silver Legion Squad Silvalios, who annihilated their pursuers, began to walk after Car Three.