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

A blizzard of rough glass pieces in a dim hall.

Using it as a shield, Aldomirard flashes his sword with a black hem.

Sabel was thorough in dodging.

Flying from all directions, the glass is scattered with a wrapped flame, while lowering the target's slender murder weapon.

Every time you avoid it, an empty Aldomirar sword grinds the exhibition glass. Every time it is crushed, fine fragments blow on the wind. The momentum at once was a typhoon ravaging the indoors.

"What Ta... What Ta, Sabel Alhano...!

A gaze with a hood deep in his eyes and not a peep. But the exposed mouth can be seen peeking into the shape of a grin by dim lighting.

The mysterious assassin runs wild chasing the defensive "Wisteride".

"Ha, ha!"

Aldomirard swung his score wide and lateral at once, hitting and releasing a blow with momentum spinning from body to body.

Shockwaves of wind following and flying, exhibition boxes on the way to crushing. Clear shards with heavy rainfall. When Sabel flied all of it together, the wallpaper behind the outrage was choked and torn apart with the sound of the explosion.

"No way... I don't think so, Sabel Alhano..."

Aldomirard, with his shoulder on his shoulder, squeaks his throat.

"Are you expecting teh? I heard this noise, and someone said... that help would do it. Waste da. This is a ta compartment with antiquities of high rare value. Anti-theft tah, dare tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah place tah tah tah tah tah"

so as to hold onto,

"Until you come to this scene, let's go farther than you think? Come on. Nobody. I wouldn't even notice the woman with you. You're not gonna wait for a woman's help, are you? A big man."

(... hmm? This guy...?

It was a sabel to be there that got hooked,

"Right. Good for him."

For now, I exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Good ta......?

The laughter of Aldomirar clouds visibly.

"The other way around. I heard this noise, and I was worried someone might come. If you don't, you're definitely gonna get involved."

As soon as he shows his will, Sabel wraps a purple swing around both arms.

"You said I was waiting for Julie's help? You've got to be kidding me. I can't even see a perverted black cloak like you in his beautiful eyes."

"Something with a lot of mouth around it da... I don't think it's a dialogue between guys who just run away"

"You're the one who talks a lot for the look of dark roots. It's just funny how you talk about Phantoms. Are you actually lonely?

"First of all, let's get that tongue rattled to waste -"

As Aldomirar waved his unarmed left, a piece of glass that was scattered on the floor by the wind that rolled up.

"Ha, ha!

Then the sword was swept to the side. As if that were an ordinance, a glass-crossed storm strikes Sabel.

"Oh, come on!"

In response to that attack, Sabel stuck her fist straight out.

Breathtaking Aldomirard.

Explode.

Sudden winds and heat clash, causing a small explosion.

Pure divine chanting "Oracle" and divine chanting "Oracle." Remainder of purple. Bounce. Flying glass shards. I beat you because...

"It's winter, and it's cold when you put it indoors. Shit, keep warm. Perverted Murderer."

Sabel Alhano tells as he carves a cut from a piece of glass on his cheek.

"No, duh!?

Aldomirar groaned.

The wind gives rise to heat and the brilliance of transparency fades red.

"Nah."

And I refluxed.

A hot air containing a piece of baked glass is beaten from close to Aldomirar.

"Oh, gosh!"

Scattering and piercing red dust puts holes in Aldomirar's black coat one after another. That's how the smoke comes in from the melted area and eventually sprinkles the firepowder. And it burns.

In an instant, the whole body of the killer was engulfed in purple flames.

Frontal clash between pure divine chanting "Oracle" and divine chanting "Oracle".

Sabel surpassed Aldomirar's power. That was all we talked about.

"Oh, bah, bah, hah, but... haha!

Go on, and heavy noise. Aldomirard, who accidentally removed his sword, hits a nearby exhibition box and hits it hard.

Purple flames gain momentum and dance madly to lick up enemies.

Even as the man who became so full of fire rolled around, the carpet laid on the floor never burned up.

"Aldomirar... did you say that? You know I was at the heavenly banquet at the refe?

Of course the inflamed opponent does not answer the mild tone of inquiry in the booze seat. You can't even answer that.

Sabel is a Sabel and continues as if he had no problem.

"The result is a halfway off, and I can't win any prizes in particular. I'm hurt enough to have suspicious memory. I'm not sure I remember you, but the last time I hit a wind like a bucket of monkeys,"

- It was a monster, not a metaphor.

A big man with a skin color close to black, so huge he can't think of himself as a human being.

Physical abilities such as its muscle strength and endurance were clearly out of digits, in addition to its ability as a chanter Mage.

The other participants present were killed without hesitation, and Sabel and Julie were also driven to a situation of absolute desperation.

I am uncertain about my memory since then and believe it is a miracle that I have picked up my life.

In the back of his brain, a vague deep red flame - not his own, violently but beautifully engraved memories of the fireworks, but it also remains one thing obscure right now.

Anyway...

"Even with the same wind... you're not far from that Bakemon or Julie"

In the first place, I am anxious about my surgical skills, which is why I work on small pieces of glass scattered in the gust.

Even if they do not benefit most immensely, some show comparable strength to the leading chanter Magee by their ingenuity and strategy.

but this other guy wasn't. That's all we're talking about.

A screaming aldomirard makes him express the whirlpool of wind that surrounds him over and over again. Still, the flame that surrounds it is hard to extinguish, but rather spreads across the body in an airflow without diffusion.

"but then, haha da da da da da da da da da da da da da da -...!"

- A few degrees when the wind gets rough.

By the time the purple lights finally went out, they also helped with the dimness in the room, and Aldomirar was lying in turning into a bright black mass. Is it the color of the black coat you were wearing or the color of your burnt skin? At first glance, I can't even tell that.

"Oh, you turned it off a lot. Good luck. Good luck. Sounds a little too late. Hang on... I don't have a problem with my flames or my fever... but there's only one thing I'm not used to."

The heterogeneous fiery petitioner picks his nose as he looks down at his blackened opponent.

"Only this smell of burning can help."

Black smoke filling even the dim indoors, the burnt smell entering the nostrils.

Some of the exhibition glass has been defragmented or collapsed by scattered "Chichi" and scattered with the items contained therein.

The carpet has those fragments and a sea of blood to the point of fright, the body of an employee whose neck and torso have been separated.

And a killer in black lying burnt and breathing constantly.

Museum exhibition compartment, which was a serious disaster.

"... Damn, where did you get your hands from"

A glimpse of them all, Sabel Alhano sighed from the bottom of his heart.

First, we need to let someone know about this.

Julie, who has finally taken the form of putting it away, will also be able to help at last. By now, I may be confused by the absence of my beloved partner.

"..........................................................................................................................................................................."

The mysterious raider who caused this anomaly - Aldomirar - was a complete bug breath.

Sabel looks down at this black assassin with a cold gaze that contradicts his attributes.

"I don't know... all the time"

- Stab the stop or not.

It was an uninterruptible part. If you hold your breath here, the first danger leaves. but the mystery remains.

In the first place, who did you name this Aldomirard? Why have you raided me? Did someone hire you? Or is it just a lunatic?

If someone pointed it at you, you could also think of 'next' for paying it back. In view of the modus operandi that tricked him into using the name of his shield, he and Belgrette are also in danger.

(... No, wait. Speaking of which, you son of a bitch, did something odd just now...)

That's where I hooked up. It was Sabel.

"..., O, O"

Ask your opponent, almost turned into raw roasted meat, if you can get a decent answer. Is it still best to detain and hand over to the soldiers in order to know? It may not last until things settle down.

"Oh, no."

and there, a sound other than a groan was emitted from Aldomirar's throat.

"Aldo, Mirar... De, da-da,... ta..."

Sabel was also surprised at its dying and mouth-watering, but first I was surprised at the strange rhetoric.

"Quite, of, and... complacent Ta, of, da..."

An obvious grin in the mouth of a half-dead peeking from between the hoods where there is room for that.

"For free... Aldomirard, De says that the traditional me De is beyond you... you have to admit... it seems... I'm really... angry, you know."

――――

It's like looking over yourself - some objective thing to say.

And shortly afterwards, another indissolubility is added.

"Da... convinced ta. It's worth it when I go out."

Aldomirard, which seemed to run out of time now. A half-dead man who thought it was impossible to utter words or something. The conversation is becoming unpretentious.

(This guy..., recover...)

Sooner or later, Sabel didn't fly instantly off the spot.

The difference is a single hair. The blow of the divine chant Oracle, which fell directly from the top, crushes the space where no one is anymore. Rough, violent winds, brilliant, transparent debris scattered in them.

Method of attack that Aldomirard was waving until earlier. Sabel, who saw this,

"Do you remember one of the fools?"

I mocked him and cut the words.

(-, no)

The aftermath of the wind is cold. In addition, the glassy pieces covered in that wind technique are oddly round,

(Glass, not - this is, of ice... shards...!?

Aldomirar's flesh jumps. As I changed the angle only, the body that was lying on my back remained upright in that posture. Rather than stand up, it would also be right to describe it as a landing from a sudden surfacing. It was an act that had to be realized without the Divine Chant "Oracle".

"Actually, let's admit that I really didn't mean to..." Previous Me "De is enemies. From here on out, 'The New Me' is going to let them do it -"

Along with such a mouthful, the man took off the black robe that surrounded him.

……

Sabel doubted her own eyes unexpectedly.

I've traveled all over the continent, and I'm familiar with the approximate. Even such a treasure hunter just ceased to exist.

Half-naked flesh emerged from under the blackcloth.

Skinny figure, wearing only the same dark underwear as the jacket. When it's a corpse, a raging blue-white body. A bald head with no hair whatsoever, a face reminiscent of a lean, thin raptor, like just thin meat on the skeleton. From its odd face, age is as if unreadable, and both twenties and thirties, at the end of the day, are also visible in the forties.

Face, chest, abdomen, arms… The exposed skin was infinitely engraved with old cuts.

Running multiple times, they are also, at first glance, like tattoo tattoos. The white waxed flesh is all blackened, and this must be the burn caused by Sabel's attack.

All in all, it was a heterogeneous establishment, but it was not for any of it that Sabel was stunned.

"You... what are you hanging from, huh?"

"As you can see Te...... heart da"

To show off.

On the chest and belly of Aldomirar, the heart hung with peeling out the fruit of his dwelling. That number, actually, four. They are blunt, red and bright to match the pulse.

And the spinal cord is transplanted into the body for two.

"… Completion"

In front of that unusually extreme wind, Sabel was finally convinced.

"You existed. Orchester and I do."

I heard it from Belgrette, and it's hard to believe by now - that story as if it were told to the Ghost Roar.

"Prarna", the soul and mind power of living in a specific part of the body. A peculiar technique that 'fuses'. Mage, a chanter manipulating multiple attributes, created by it.

(Did you feel blind about us in one case yesterday?

A big catch to secure Lenore, deployed in the city of Eubasurra. That's how I found out this one existed and came to eliminate it. From the current situation, Sabel immediately derived the solution.

(... there was no sign of being tailed)

Anyway, this is how he actually showed up, so don't worry about it.

It is unlikely that Julie is being attacked by another assassin because of Aldomirar's earlier statement that 'Don't ask a woman for help'. If she's being targeted too, you should tell her the facts and rush this one. No matter, I'm not optimistic.

Even in the meantime, the carburized black disappears from the blue-white flesh of Aldomirar, who laughs sparingly.

(Recovery technique......, that's pretty high up too)

Aldomirard, who should have been dying until now, was clearly no longer at full speed.

"Strange stuff da...... Here's how teh new wounds can be erased da, but old wounds are erased da. Why not?"

Although it is true that the burns inflicted by Sabel have disappeared clean and refreshing, the incisions etc. engraved from the beginning remain intact.

but as for Sabel, it doesn't matter.

"Complete. It's not just my power from here... I think I'll use the power I've taken from people."

Is that due to the experience I have developed so far as a treasure hunter?

…………

Sabel reached for the sac on the inside of her jacket and touched it. Play with your fingertips and 'activate'.

I guess you haven't noticed Sabel's covert behavior like that.

"Sate, de continues da"

Aldomirard, who has risen completely from the depths, let's see.

Anyway, as a sabel, it doesn't matter who they are. All I did was eliminate it before it harmed my beloved partner.

Oracle, a divine chant.

A gift from God, given to every human being living in this world. The difference between the strong and the weak is the power that must be given.

Whether you see it as grace or receive it as mercy again is for each person, but such an incredible and convenient power is never almighty either.

"Kuhahahahaha......! What's up, Ta!? No hands, no legs!?

For example, only one attribute is given. The amount of soul and heart strength "Prarna" given is roughly determined by birth.

Attack system technique, defense system technique… or auxiliary system technique. It is impossible to simultaneously exercise techniques of different nature - and so on, if I have mentioned them in detail, I have no kiri.

But they were common sense that everyone knew, and people handled the art after accepting them without question.

- Therefore, it was impossible.

"... Gu, whoa...!

The sharp ice blade that flew in blurred the tip of Sabel's nose, which lowered greatly.

A flash of violet electricity flashing in the form of blocking further exits. And it kills me where my legs have stopped - a shotgun of water.

…… Chi, no! "

Avoidance is aside, and a fierce attack by difficult quantities to prevent.

Even if you try to offset it by summoning purple flame on your lap,

"Or ha!

A few pierced shots strike the belly and leg hard.

(More trouble, but Yabe is powerful...! One shot at a time weighs not normal......!

As a general rule, the holdings of the Soul Mind Power "Prarna" and the scale of the Divine Chant "Oracle" are proportional.

Having acquired a large amount of soul and heart power, Prarna, by adding a number of hearts, it simply seemed that even the power of the attack technique was being bottomed up.

Among them, the power of the wind, which seems to be the original attribute of Aldomirar, is particularly strong.

"What's up, Ta? Your counter-attack is stopping, Te."

Above all, a scene in which multiple attributes are intertwined and attacked simultaneously. For Sabel - no, that method of warfare that would be unknown to anyone.

"Heh... do you want to be so fucked back? Well, wait a minute, I'm just trying to figure out how to burn you."

"Right, right."

- In fact, what do we do?

How can we fight this?

"Undesirable. Can we just run around? Where did De's power go earlier, Ta? Sabel Alhano"

Let's go, dead waxed looking man. Four hearts connected to the chest and abdomen glow as they respond.

On its right hand there is an ice storm swirling and on its left there is an electric light blinking. A skilled treasure hunter and its place of manipulating multiple attributes that I've never seen before - there can't be.

In front of such an unbelievable existence, it should be noted that Sabel slaps the same light mouth as usual.

"Ha. You're in a lot of shape to say that. Just wield the power of stealing from others."

"Stealing Da...... Da, no de"

The slightly peeled killer there denies, even dissatisfied.

"More than the original owner, Da. What I do, De, 'these guys' show the truth da"

He even proudly slams as he points his hands at the four hearts that line his upper body narrowly. In Sabel's eyes, they hung unconstitutionally, and all they could see was a sinless sacrifice to be exposed.

"You, that's it, right? When you dictate a woman, confidently say, 'I'm the only one who can make you happy,' how dare you? Don't even realize you're being neglected."

"Mada, make sure you can afford to slap your mouth down. Da. but...... a matter of time da. Behold, there shall be no word de overflowing from his throat. It turns into filthy diarrhea."

Inside the dim exhibition room - thunder, ice, wind, water, flames rumbled.