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

Monotra, who was deliberately distracted from the house, sensed a rapidly approaching heat source reaction.

(Whoa, I'm here.)

He turns to cover his face when he does not flee to attack.

…………

I peep through the gap in my arm, but it's not like a fireball is flying at me.

Dosari.

What drew Monotra's consciousness was the sound of snow falling right off the tree beside her.

……

Eyes reflexively.

Instead of scattered leaves, dead trees dwell on stuffy, massive amounts of snow. Too much accumulation. They fell out of weight - and Monotra didn't think.

Because I saw faint white smoke, rising above some of the branches. Because I noticed a sign that the art of fire had landed.

――

Monotra, who immediately turned to the house, saw the

"-! Huh, huh, brother, let's do it stupid!?

The look of Edvin jumping out the back door and sticking in a straight line.

With both of those hands, wave a huge axe for your salary.

Distance from each other, less than ten miles for sightings. If you're quite used to handling handshots, it's not the kind of time to take them off.

Monotra pulled the trigger of the murder weapon three times extremely calmly.

Dry gunfire woods in the cold sky.

Three shots, all of which are hit. The ax-held right arm that was shaking heavily in the form of covering the dust belly, chest, and face.

――――

And instantly, Monotra notices discomfort.

From the torso where two rounds landed, there is no blood at all.

There was a red splash from his right arm, but at the same time something different was scattered from it.

(! wood pieces -...!?)

Thousands of scattered, shattered tree slices.

(... right, firewood, soften with)

I suppose he planted it to cover his arms inside the sleeve of his jacket and made it an impromptu small hand.

However,

(It's easy to admit that thoughtfulness in the stomach... but it's shallow wisdom)

That kind of thing doesn't prevent bullets from being released from handshots. A fiercely splashed red proves it.

And that's the same thing about the torso, which at first glance has no bleeding.

"but heh...!

Edvin, who was on his way into a straight line, stepped on a thousand feet with less momentum. A muscle of blood conveys the tip of the jaw from the lip.

Shortly afterwards, a piece of iron fell on the snow from a gap in his plush jacket that he weaves.

I would have taken it out of the workplace or around the warehouse and made it sneak in my nostalgia. The divider plate and the thoughtful silver rectangle have two small flakes. And there are the same number of bullets that roll off.

"Waste, soften"

By certainly planting it in the torso, direct bullets would have been avoided.

But I can't kill the shock.

How hard a helmet covered your head, and if you get hit in the brain with a stick, Mace, you're not safe. Same as that.

The power to easily recess metal plates. The stiffness wears flesh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha,"

But Edvin, who was shot,

"Ha-ha-ha!

Flirting, he advanced with an axe while becoming a corpse. Special attack without stopping.

In its eyes, with ecstasy and certainty of victory.

Just one thing, that you don't think Monotra even assumes.

Bergrette would stand in his favor by incorporating it into the strategy. If you're a drift shield...... in the first place, you might even avoid handshot bullets.

Hate Edvin Gaul had no brains or powers like theirs.

So here's what I had to do.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~......!

Shot. Hit it.

The right elbow is crushed. There's something wrong with your chest, your stomach. Maybe the bone broke. Impact and so on were not relieved as if. No, is this a severe pain? Consciousness extinguishes.

- But I won.

(III. Departure...!

Three shots are fired up.

Yes, definitely three places.

The number of handshots loaded is three.

If you've shot it all up, you have to repack it.

So let him shoot three shots anyway.

Somehow it runs wild.

That was Edvin's operation.

No - it was' something 'equal to suicide, too crude to call it an operation.

Mysterious weapon I heard rumors about. The part that should also be called its shortcomings. I hear it from Belgrette, who actually witnessed it at the heavenly banquet, and from the drift protection who seized the real thing with its hands.

In addition, Edvin sees it for himself. that Monotra, who had been aiming through the living room window, had only fired up to three shots. There was no further pursuit, and he was messing with the weapon somehow. It was spitting out bullets and putting them back in.

The same goes for the first time when they were sniped on the balcony upstairs. The gunfire was three times.

And Monotra shouldn't know.

Handshots can only be released up to three shots at a time. that Edvin is aware of the shortcomings. You can't possibly think that the evil children of the city know that characteristic of a weapon that is worldly enigmatic, etc.

I wasn't supposed to imagine it, such as coming in on the assumption of it.

(I said "kill", koraa...!

I managed to reach it without dying, without falling. Totally in the making of money. If we get this far, we won't give them time to reload. And no matter how good you are at physical ability, Monotra is not at least a master of martial arts. The axe is longer than the other bare hand. It arrives first.

Fleshed by an almost falling momentum, Edvin switches his axe to one remaining left hand and flashes sideways.

……………………

From there, the sight ahead was felt somewhat slower by Edvin.

Unexpected.

Such a surprise look comes to Monotra's face - never. This man, with a distorted face, abandoned the handshot as if it had moved.

(- - Nah)

Immediately after, the unfamiliar abnormal noise that makes Von and the air tremble.

(What... so,...!? What the heck......!?

Edvin just opens his eyes.

On Monotra's right hand, a white, shining sword of light appeared.

Basic soldier outfit to prepare for Septius.

Handshots for ranged combat, and laser blades for melee.

Monotra did not move in particular, but used the appropriate weaponry.

(hey ~? and I thought I would)

The discomfort was the moment I took out my handshot and shot Edvin, who was on the balcony upstairs.

(The reaction was' too good ', brother.)

A handshot shooting out a bullet at an invisible speed. Even the famous chanter Magee of the Far East, the soldier costume that he didn't realize how it worked until he was defeated by several of his companions and yet shot himself.

But this young man, who looked blunt-headed to see, gave himself up as soon as he was turned to the spearhead of the handshot.

(You knew him, didn't you? a weapon called this handshot)

Nothing, I don't wonder.

It's already a substitute for mold loss, but it's spreading quite a few of them all over the world. Now, it's not so strange that the bad boys in the city know. An unknown gain that allows unprecedented and powerful shooting. The topic would be excellent.

So it's not weird.

Even if this bad boy knew more about performance. No wonder you knew you had to load it if you fired three shots.

(So, I wanted to poke a shot through the gap -)

Von, and inorganic wind-cut noise.

(If you can read the intent, it's not easy to be surprised)

The blade of light, without the concept of weight, was much faster than the axe the young man of the dead was about to wield with one hand.

(You made me look good. Let's give it a compliment there)

Cut, it leaves a dry sound, and the axe - the wooden pattern is doubled without difficulty from half.

Edvin's eyes open to amazement.

I have no emotion for one monotra.

The laser blade is an arm that stands for Orchester alongside handshots. I won't even allow you to cross dried goats, such as a poor phase axe for salary scales.

"Done, done"

Baon, and a flash that emitted an inorganic sound.

Approaching trajectory if you don't crack the brain weather. A blade of light that can easily tear the human body apart, even a powerless monotra without swordsmanship.

"Gu, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!

Turning yourself over doesn't make it possible to avoid it completely.

Its light tail drew a white line from Edvin's left shoulder to his right flank.

Monotra is convinced that he slashed it.

Slaughtered, Edvin recognized.

Monotra won and Edvin lost.

That led to victory and loss as it was - should have been.

…… ……

Now, that surprise is both at the same time.

Edvin didn't fall.

White smoke and burnt odors blow up from a brown jacket from the shoulder to the waist with a light blade. The fabric on the top is broken, engraving definite scratches and pain on Edvin's flesh.

"- Huh,...!?

Edvin was definitely slashed. Bassari and.

But...

(Ohh... me..., alive, uhh!?

Pain burning along the trajectory of light. but shallow. Not amputated. It's far from fatal. I could even stop.

The slashed and swept out monotra also has obvious consternation in his left and right asymmetrical eyes.

What happened.

That moment I don't understand both of them. It came back to life behind Edvin's brain--

"The clothes, even Badalnoise, say they use bear fur that only lives in the north, which is sturdier than a little armor - your father said."

'My husband had a pattern of work, because he often went away... I was excited to buy a product that could also be used as a protective device. "

"Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Roaring is the roar of 'Mad Dog'.

Now is not the time to go around thinking. The realm of moments that take lives from each other. Those who fail to pick up their descending machines will only die.

"-, chi!"

Monotra, who saw a swirling flame on Edvin's left hand, interrupted a bewildered but impatient move to pursuit. Cover your face with both arms.

Its body is covered without neighborhood with protective equipment worn under plain clothes and will not be seriously damaged if even the only exposed head is defended.

"Uolaaaaaa!"

Edvin's flaming sphere, released from close range, hit the empty Monotra's abdomen.

But when it comes to its achievements, black smoke only blows flashly.

In the first place, there is no better way to cut Edvin apart than to be played intact even with a scatterbomb in his hand.

Edvin Gaul doesn't have the means to hit Monotra effectively.

"TURUA......!

- So do it without hesitation.

Kick the land of snow and stick it in with all your might. From head to head, body to body.

Using the eye-catching smokescreen as a shield, Edvin smashed his weight around his body.

"Huh... Huh!?

The groan that leaked out of Monotra's mouth would also be impossible.

"What is this guy doing". You must have thought so.

Somehow, the place you two are skirmishing is a hilltop residential area. The high ground at that end. A cut cliff about twenty miles down the road, overlooking the streets of the Imperial Capital under your eyes.

Edvin, attached to Monotra's hips, kicks the earth as he pushes it off.

Breaking through a coarse fence with only belly height, the two were thrown out into the hollow.

In a floating sensation with hands and feet nowhere to be found,

"Ba...... ka ah!? Temeye - -!"

In response to the unprecedented expression and screaming of Monotra,

"- Ahhh, they often say...!

"The Mad Dog" stripped out his fangs and just laughed purely viciously.

- Freedom to fall.

Monotra on your back, Edvin in a retrograde fashion from above.

Two people jumping off a cliff fall together.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa!

Monotra screams to tail in the cold sky, that would prove it.

If you crashed into the ground from this height, how could you be safe wearing this protective gear? Then, if you want something to fall out of your exposed head, it's the end of a roll.

"... ha, ha"

Edvin, on the other hand, laughs in a blazing breeze from below.

- Somehow, I could achieve it.

Fall from the cliffs in the backyard to slap your enemies to the ground for sure. A policy cemented in a pushed house. This was the aim.

I have no power to defeat this man myself.

Then use the situation and environment. Turn your blunt head desperately and work evil wisdom. What I've done scattered before. Every time a hole is filled with our own fighting method. Anyway, an operation to win. The rest is second.

... to this time, even my own safety has been included in the 'second order'.

(After all, I can't be... I am)

I feel the acceleration of being sucked into the surface, and I think I'll make it.

It's cowardly. It's a relief. I don't deserve the chanter Mage.

What's wrong with that? If you win, that's fine. It makes no sense if you lose.

Since when did you start thinking that way?

Was it then that I found out that 'he', who had worked hard, did not dive the gates of Midir College? Childhood when a well-behaved, armed knight was attacked by a resentful demon from behind, and saw a scene turned into an unbroken piece of meat?

(I don't...,)

It doesn't matter. There's no point in asking for a reason.

Edvin Gaul can't be like Geisserius or Arima Current Protection. You can't be a hero who kicks everything with one flesh, one fist.

The truth, after all, does not cover.

So,

(I'm - like me! Let me do it. Heh!

Just get back to square one.

Hungry rabid dog, thirsty for a win. Reckless, cowardly, unscrupulous. That's fine. I didn't have to try to be anything else.

Free drop to increase speed. Frozen cobblestones, quickly approaching the present.

"This, departure - Eh...!

Monotra beneath twirled herself,

"Don't tell me, but - let go of me!

Edvin, who was attached to that hip, fires a fireball from his left hand as he pushes it away.

- An explosion and vibration crushing cobblestones echoed in a deserted residential neighborhood.

If there were any people in the neighborhood, they must have popped up at the same time as something.

A bursting sphere of fire, a monotra that clashed from the back to the hard ground in a way that was held back by its momentum.

Edvin was slapped from his left shoulder into cobblestone while in a posture that let go of his surgery.

A moment of loud voice, a fragment of stone dangling in its aftertaste.

And - there were two men lying with drifting earthen smoke.

... The residential district, where no one is seen by the Holy Ceremony Palezza, regained its original silence once again.