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

That blow, unleashed by Aldomirar, was too digit off.

Water flow extending into a straight line. It pierces the hard stone ceiling and chooses through as it flies through the orbit.

There should be a sealing technique in place, not even one.

"Whoa!

From the rock floor that had been shredded and fallen, Sabel hurriedly gave herself up. Heavy rockfall vibrations faintly shook underfoot.

"Fucking mess...!

"No Expectations Te Da Ru, Sabel Alhano"

"Huh?

In the dust you can already stand in. Unable to grasp the Phantom's abrupt verbal intentions, Sabel frowns.

"If you make a fuss about this on a boulder, someone will notice and do it... etc., and there's no thinking teh. Da, right?

Aldomirar snapped as he stripped out his yellow teeth.

"Come on, you told me about that earlier. You forgot? I don't want to be here."

In retrospect, the Phantom's grin added more depth.

"Right. Then it's convenient."

In that word, Sabel perceives the enemy's aim.

Part of a ceiling that was broken and collapsed as much as it is now. By those rubble, the entrances and exits to this room, with two locations, were both closed.

In fact, if this is all the rage, no matter how isolated the exhibition room - or the stubbornly built building - it's highly likely someone will notice an anomaly.

Thus Aldomirard isolated the place so as not to let his prey escape while preventing extra cross spears.

Now this place - turned into an unfulfilled chamber of escape.

"… is complete. So, how are you gonna get out of here?"

"! This is... Hmm, accidentally teh ta. Da... well, you don't have to worry. It doesn't matter. I don't care..."

A series of ice bullets shot out of Ardmiral's palm laughing deeply.

"... ugh!

The exhibition box, which is accidentally shielded, is easily crushed and the glass is flashly wound up in a position that is avoided while running.

"Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha -!"

A storm ravages the indoors, following the right hand wielded by Aldomirar.

――――

It was a sitting sabel, but it was an inevitable blow.

The same whirlwind that was turned into a whirlpool of slaughter by the inclusion of a piece of glass, the same as the opening battle. But the difference is its size. A storm licking up every corner of the room, a blade of transparency dancing in turbulence on the airflow.

"But ha!

Fragments of glass stitched through a gap of purple flame that unfolds in a vigorous manner pierce the entire body of the sabel from all directions.

vertically and endlessly splashed fragments descend on Aldomirar himself as well, but

(hey......!?

Sabel is stunned.

The rain of fragments flying irregularly from all directions evaporates just before touching Aldomirar without one exception. As if it would be inhibited by a strong wall.

(Ko, when)

The young man with purple flames immediately understood. That's the same as you, flame attribute. And

(Special Defense Techniques......!

Normally, defensive techniques are deployed forward as are physical shields, and are operated and maintained at will. There are users who rarely fall under that common sense, but Aldomirar has that 'rare' in his hands -.

(I've heard rumors, but I've never seen them before... Sure, autonomous defense... or something)

An iron wall defense technique that responds to an attack and protects itself regardless of the will of the operator.

(This guy... he's not a pain in the ass...)

Differences in force you have to admit.

A series of voidless attacks by the overflowing soul and mind "Prarna". Strong defense. Stand around what can no longer be described as a separate person from the opening battle. It's like...

"What Ta, don't you feel weak Te!?

Aldomirard, who can make room and laugh all the time, ruffles all his attributes early in the arrow.

Flames, water, ice, thunder.

The colorful trajectories that are shot out over the wicked looking chanter Magee, however, give off a glow that intertwines with each and makes them even feel beautiful.

Seven colors of brilliance caught my tail in the space about what worked.

"... ugh!

But they are the extreme light of slaughter that, if blinded, leads directly to death.

Sabel continues to avoid rainbow light strips as she rushes around the destroyed indoors and rolls around. With his hands on the wall and his hands on the floor, he continues to shelter from one beautiful storm of atrocity after another.

"Kuha, hahaha......! What, Ta, what, Ta! No hitter at the earliest!?

…………

Sabel's main command is melee. I'm not good at shooting each other at a distance. Still, I can do more than the concurrent chanter Magee, but it's not something I can resist with such power. As Aldmiral put it, there was no means from here to fight back immediately.

Uninterrupted offense. While hitting the walls and floors of the room, Sabel avoids even thoroughly.

Aldomirard releases the next wave to peel out his yellow teeth.

――――――

It was on a spiralling lateral tornado, a runoff of fireworks. It was a huge scorching storm on a scale that Sabel and Julie could finally put together.

The bright red tail pulling helix easily eats through the purple flame barrier, bouncing Sabel to the side. The youth danced too lightly through the universe as the pebbles scattered around the carriage. To be blown backwards, roughly ten miles.

"but -, Ohh!

Sabel's flesh, gliding in a straight line without grounding, was finally stationary by clashing against a thick stone wall.

"…, ……………… gu"

And - I can't help but collapse.

Sabel isn't the only one.

All the exhibition boxes and shelves that should now have lined up neatly were also destroyed, turning a section into a pile of rubble.

The only thing standing in it is a black Phantom that housed the hearts of many minds.

"You have nothing to be pessimistic about, Sabel Alhano. I can see the kid de too. Easy reason da. I have more than one power, only one power, and you can't be the enemy. That's a story, Da."

The figure of Aldomirard, speaking with his hands wide open, even seemed like a priest preaching the truth.

(Come on, when...)

Sabel is also a war adventurer. To date, I have interacted with a number of powerful men.

Those who specialize in ranged combat, those who have confidence in melee combat, those who develop excellent tactics, and those who excel in one art.

Being there varies from one person to the next and from one person to another.

The only thing we can say in common is to maximise our strengths and minimize our weaknesses.

It's like everything goes through. That was the most important thing I learned to survive as a chanter, Mage.

- But there are exceptions in the world that do not fall within its scope.

He who overwhelms everything, only with the power he was born with.

Born genius. Or a monster.

"Penta".

That's what people called them.

Sabel herself, oddly enough, had just witnessed that strength the other day.

(This guy..., he's comparable...)

Will this artificially fortified man named Aldomirar also reach a born transcendent like 'them'? Hasn't it reached that realm?

"Sate, curtain pull da......,! Hmm, this is"

Satisfied, Ardmiral picks it up when he realizes it was rolling under his feet.

"Hmmm...... good glow da"

One wave, the dull light pulled its tail.

The Phantom squeezed it in his right hand. That's a sword called Katana. A product that is used far east. It was on display in this room.

"You know what, Te? This sword is going to be cute anyway, Da"

Aldomirar's cloudy eyes glide sideways as he watches to define the item.

"K., K., K., K., this is good. If I drop your neck on this, I'll come backflow with Zorozolo. From the throat... from the cutting surface, there's noodles full of eaters. Blood and filth all over the place. Yes, Da, it's Sabel Alhano. Why don't you go take a piss? Go ta no da. Um, let's scratch a teh from the belly first. Show your bowels, feces, and piss erupt from your belly. Life is a precious sight only once."

A black Phantom approaches you step by step with a slender song knife on your shoulder. This makes the blade flash on the sight.

Without the use of such a murder weapon - without moving from the spot, it would have been easy to tailor Sabel with one fingertip if Aldomirar were now. Can it afford to come from an absolute difference in strength not to do that, or your obsession as a murderer?

At the end of the day, he decided to stab a stop immediately with that rare score.

(Ha ha..., I'm finally here...)

Sabel solitudes herself in her heart, overlooking her own body, which is bloody and flanked by walls. I bled too much or my thoughts were tending to break off.

(I don't think I'll win a little bit, this guy...)

Swirling your chest is a renunciation and

(I'm really angry...)

Anger.

Sabel was born with the protection of the fire god Kul Ato, but he is not that keen a believer if compared to others. It would also be partly due to the loss of his homeland as a boy, and partly to the discrimination suffered by the strange purple flames.

but even such a slightly oblique young man could now understand the feeling of devout Bergrette as he did about himself.

The divine chant "Oracle" is a gift from God that symbolizes its owner. From the moment you are brought to life in this world until that time when you are led to the heavenly Ratesheor. You're going to spend the rest of your life dating, your own power.

There are also those who do not consider it a favour, like the people of Lefe, but cannot live without it in the end, something that should also be called another life.

Took it away. How blasphemous is the act of using it down with our faces. In the end, the term ravages and abuses would be impossible to describe.

(Kinzor Granshua...... Orchester...... more than I thought, those are the busted ones......... but more than that -)

There were concerns that emerged from the actual confrontation with this aldmiral, while also increasing the abnormality that easily contradicted it.

(... if a guy like this, there are others... naughty...)

Magee, a chanter who houses a great deal of soul and mind power, Prarna and multiple attributes, created by the technology of "fusion". Assuming that so many users are mass-produced, Orchester's power will be immeasurable.

……

Slowly walking over Aldomirard opens his mouth, approaching a secretly warring sabel.

"Before it was renovated as a museum, this place was called Galore Castle, Teita. Yes da. More robust than necessary, Data. This castle was later used as a shelter for sinners. At the turn of the civil war, it seems that immigrants are thrown into this de"

Its mouth, which speaks, rips with endless joy.

"Odd encounter... isolated from the outside, this room, and the story of Te execution room Da Ta"

The murderer, who came to the front of Sabel, who sat down powerless, slowly shook up his katana to hold on.

At the time Sabel was targeted by the murder blade, he sees the situation with some other HR-like look.

"What's up, Ta? Calm down, Te, are you going to take it easy? Let's talk about it for free. A blow to the neck, Te. End of story. - I'm sorry about De. Fear da. I don't kill de vomiting with fear and pain. Little by little... Ultimately, let's chop it up so fine that Te doesn't even think it was originally a human data. Whatever, show that piece of meat to the woman with you. It's also a pleasure to do it. That void, rip it off immediately -"

"A minute and a half, I mean"

Murderer immersed in joy, Sabel groans to be plugged in there.

Aldomirar rested perfectly with Katana shaken.

"... what da?

"With your technique... since I've been blown away and become this zama... now it's time for this moment"

"That's... what's up, Ta?

Ardmiral's margin does not collapse. It can't even collapse.

Now Sabel is dying. Even in full condition, aldomirard is far above in local forces. In addition, it has an autonomous defense that prevents even any accidental strikes. Whatever attack Sabel unleashes at any moment, it doesn't reach Aldomirar.

"Hmm, roughly a minute and a half...... enough da for chanting, Sabel Alhano"

Murderers are better than heights.

Try to fight back if you were secretly prepared. All I'm saying is, if you can overturn this situation, do it.

Sabel cut out one exhausted sigh, frankly.

"... I'll admit it. I can't beat you."

This was no longer a fact to cover up.

Reinforced Artificial Chancer (Mage). Sabel Alhano does not reach this opponent who should be described as so.

"... but"

That's why

"I'm not going to let a 'murderer' like you get away with winning like this."