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

It was a dance of death.

Meltina Snow scatters powdered snow and flips glamorously over the snow. The figure is as beautiful as a white butterfly.

However, the luxurious limbs, the white ice bullets fired from its tip, are just a vicious word. A sharp needle that an elegant butterfly cannot have.

"......!

Cheyne, Guyne and the noisy wind chirps fly over the twisted shifu's critical body.

(Damn fast...!

Avoidance is all a piece of paper. Even if you take off the shackles of Arikaizu, you can do everything you can.

Still,

"Shh...!

If you manage to sew the gap and step into the fist space,

"I won't let you..."

From the feet of Mertina, who gently and gently stepped on the ground, the icy sword mountain that pointed the tip of the hot potato jagged flowers.

"Ku, oh!

Dangerously skewered, Izushi succeeded in jumping out with one hair. At the same time, the crystal cloud of ice sprays like it's over.

"Hmm, avoid that too. Let's do it."

Heh, it's a yo-yo.

As glittering and fine ice grains danced, Mertina smiled naughtily and gave a gentle reply.

--Then, we move on to a few glances.

(Dammit, that's...)

While pushing and killing his inner anxiety, Yufu calmed his breath.

(It's not a monster you can avoid forever... If it stays like this, one day you'll get a direct hit)

Its beautiful appearance and elegant work are on the back. The variety of attack techniques that are carried out are powerful and powerful, both near and near. Also, the surgeon is not alarmed.

(At least not dressed like this....)

The current protective clothing is Mokomoko's winter clothing. Speaking of which, I'm not dressed to fight.

In the confrontation to date, it was judged that just removing the shackles was still insufficient. Even so, in this extreme cold, it is not something that can be desired such as "easy to move clothes".

The environment of a snowy country, and even the winter season itself, can be said to be on Mertina's side. Looks like an ice spirit or something.

Izushi looks forward to the other person's appearance and explores the future.

Mertina's face, which could be called a snow fairy, smiled as if it were a battlefield.

"Hmm, how do we attack next?

The expression looks like a child who plays innocently in such a mood.

That's not a mistake, either.

Meltina is clearly enjoying herself.

I am as familiar with the acute needs of the human body as I am, and I am purely enjoying the battle against the two names of "Unmarked Nornzite", but I continue to stick to it.

(You're a nasty sister, seriously....)

One thing that has changed since the beginning of the struggle is that she comes from a variety of angles and positioning as if she were trying and making mistakes.

(I can't see how much trouble I'm having...)

But that's not because she's exhausted.

Ha.

Short exhalation, light arm movement enough to think that even the feathers are growing. Shooting from Mertina's fingertips like that would never cause a bullet to run out.

"............!

Bohun, the atmosphere in your ear rips. Ice bullets that cross the side of the street and protect your face. The shattering sound coming from the back wall. It must have been damaged by the impact, but it was no longer a jump like in the early days.

(Whatever it is... fast...)

One more step.

A line of red shizukuzuku conveys the cheeks of Izugoku. No pursuit. The ice and snow "penta" is watching this trend with its index finger still in place.

Almost there, huh?

Her gaze and words made her even feel mischievous, and she was convinced of the defense.

(Instead of having less trouble, the speed and power of one shot are rising.....)

Meltina is gradually lifting the power of her attack.

The reason why I didn't come all at once from the beginning is that I have confronted you so far, and now I can guess.

The power is inversely proportional to the range and firing performance of the casting spell Oracle.

Ice bullet storms with no escape are weak, easy to hit, and destructive (though, they can easily destroy even the corps).

On the other hand, shooting with a high killing capability is literally a single hit, but it cannot be fired in series and has a large gap. I wish I could take it down, but if I take it off, I'll be in trouble all at once.

Therefore, Mertina is trying to identify it.

A "steady blow" that does not reveal itself, but can certainly take down the enemy "Ryugo". To get there, we fine-tune the strength and weakness of the surgery.

... if we keep going, that moment will come anyway.

(The situation seems like five minutes at first glance, but mine is overwhelmingly unfavourable... The habit of "penta" has no alarm or gap, this stuffed chess... Remember some red-haired host?)

While pushing and killing the cry, Ikuro wipes the wound on her cheek with the back of her hand.... it's going to feel hard and sticky. The blood was already thin and frozen.

"It's my first time. Yeah, for the first time."

Mertina couldn't help but smile.

"Ah? What happened?

The white "penta" sparkled his eyes so as not to overwhelm him when he answered the standing shield.

"For the first time in my life, I thought fighting people was fun. How much longer do you think you'll hit? Don't get into trouble. I'll shoot you with all my might. But if I take it off, it seems to be dangerous. Even so, it doesn't matter if you're in line, but the gap is fatal to you. [M] Because I've never used my head so much to fight a single person against a superior grudge demon. I never thought it would be as fun as Tradiera."

"None of them....."

She gave back a bitter smile to her compliments.

"But... unfortunately, I can't play forever."

Mertina's face tightened like never before. The smile disappears and the silver eyes become cold and narrow. Stream protection also exhales shallowly, increasing concentration.

Six meters from each other.

(... it's about time)

Are you inevitably ejected? Avoid screwing it down.

Any moment is approaching.

Mertina pointed her index finger at the flow guard with her arms down and leaning forward.

……

A quiet white "penta" stands, gazing at its fine fingertips. Don't miss a moment's behavior.

The flash from there is no longer reaching the full range of gunfire. In addition, since it is unrelated to firearm-specific problems such as bullet loss and outbursts, it is not as surprising as that.

Now that handshots have come out and become dangerous, the present beautiful woman was born with more weapons.

A silver sniper who freely manipulates magic bullets.

They differ in attributes, character, and tactics of warfare, but they are common in terms of overwhelming power. Yufu once again chewed on the horrors of "Penta".

Both immobilized.

A strong blast of wind blowing through the open space.

Sedition or snow falling from the side tree makes a loud noise.

--Preemptively Mertina.

Mirrored by falling sounds and powdered snow, ice bullets are fired from the fingertips. More speed, it passes through the tip of the protective nose that flips over half of its body. Complete evasion still does not come true, and blood splashes from the nostrils.

But within expectations. Stream protection kicks the ground with all its strength without fear. Even though the distance of about six meters shrinks in an instant, the ice sword mountain that jumps up from Mertina's feet prevents approach.

The guardian who was reading this avoided to draw a circle with his legs folded and circled around the side of Mertina.

Then, from the side, she flashed her right fist towards her chin.

There were no more two characters of reluctance to stand around in the defense. Right from the step in. At zero distance, even tough men are entering the inevitable downward flow.

――――

But...

I was reading, I guess they were each other.

Eyes and nose tip. The distance that can be touched by reaching out a little to each other.

If not crushed, the protective nose must have felt a sweet aroma from Mertina's gray hair in front of her.

Between her beautiful hair muscles, on the other side.

There was the sniper's white eyes and fingertips pointing between the streamlined eyebrows.

Full protection of the current, right straight fist from stepping in.

Not only in modern Japan, but also in this different world, the flow is the basis of victory.

Skilled karate houses are never responsive to ordinary people, and even more so are Grimcrows who are less physically capable than Earthlings.

However,

(Seriously...!

Mertina did react.

It is not a visual enhancement like Dino's. When the opponent stepped into the position, they predicted in advance. By the time Stream Guard entered the attack, it was already pointing at the gun. When I am reading the future, I will deal with it.

That's experience.

A civil war in the early teenagers. Days when the battle against more than 10,000 traitors dawned. A harsh past that has no place in contemporary Japanese birth and upbringing...

That experience makes her an expert in the human hunt Manhunt.

It does not lead to a human emergency. I know all about hostile creatures called "humans". How Izushi moves and stands around. Unaware of karate technology, she predicted it perfectly.

Meltina's muzzle "Yubisaki", which was poked near, showed that a man named Yubisaki had been read out.

(Ma, zu...!

I'll take it. It's a counter shot from nearby.

Whether your brain is conscious of death, your thoughts are slowly flowing.

(--No, stop... hey...!

The right fist fired with momentum is no longer other than swinging through.

It was a rather arrogant shield for speed, but when compared to bullets, it seemed that the answer was right.

(Then....! I have no choice but to...!

I know you're coming. I can take a blow.

With the gun? Reckless. Even if you know it, you'll get through it.

"Boxing" "Rackels", who decided to prepare, threw a right straight fist without retreating a trace of dust.

Fast enemies, strong enemies, not a single line of curves. All of them have become rotten opponents.

This time, as a human being, I'm too proud of my unusual physical abilities, but I'd rather consider it a monster. Should it be defined as the child of a person who has the ability of a Grievor?

I was also worried about the abnormality that I heard from Lenore without seeing that kind of thing, but if we deal with it on that assumption, it should be lowered without any problems.

(Exactly as read. I'm faster, I can shoot through like this. That's it - what, but....)

With her fingertips stretched between Arikaizu's eyebrows as she stepped in front of her in an instant, Mertina was feeling like never before.

For some reason, when time runs out, it flows slowly.

(Wow... that's amazing)

For a moment, I felt such emotion in my breath.

Faster than anyone in the past and more powerful than anyone else.

Right fist approaching your chin with precision aim. What a magnificent and fierce thing that's approaching. No man's hand has ever seen such a tight fist bone.

It's not just a handshake. It was a clear weapon forged to the extreme.

(This, like this... if it hits me...)

I heard about it during the war.

People sometimes feel slow when faced with a death crisis.

So now Mertina Snow,

Me? This is it?)

For the first time in my life.

I've never even felt it in those endless days of battle - I'm aware of death.

(... ridiculous. No problem, I'm faster)

There is an uncovered future a few moments away.

That means, of course, that Mertina is ahead. The fact that you can strike a knockout faster than your opponent.

(I'm getting there faster... * giggle *)

Would this fist stop even if I hit it first?

No. The fist of a cannon with a tough foot and hips as its foundation. Even if it ejects itself, it must no longer be shaken with momentum.

The evidence.

The nearby black eyes of the boy inspired his determination to burn...

Either goes up and either goes behind. No, I'm the first.

In this way, another possibility emerges for the settlement of excessive ends.

Behind Mertina Snow, who continues to be called the invincible and the strongest, is the future divided into the path of glory, the only way to victory.

That is.

"Collapse" - the end of the winner's absence.

And it sucks.

If we can't take them down with the next blow. It is impossible, if he had endured it.

Loser...

An ice bullet that passes through the side as it passes through the temples of the goblet.

Meltina's jaw and tip rubbed slightly with a stiff fist.

Due to the pure white "penta" and its skilful body, the indispensable blow was slightly diverted from each.

"Gh...!

You can feel the burning heat passing through the side of your face.

"Ugh....!

Meltina, who had been subjected to wind pressure on her chin, glamorously turned her back on the ground with her hands and knees restless.

…… Don't you like dating...!?

"I don't want to be with you....!

It was instantly relieved when one piece of the skin of the neck was connected to the other. Immediately after staring at the opponent at the exact same time, he was ready to move on to the next attack at the exact same time.

"Haaaaaaaa! Somebody, somebody!

"Uh-oh, what is it!?

Divided into multiple screams that boil.

Stream Guard and Mertina inadvertently pause and look at each other's faces before turning to the source of their voices.

"What...?

The two lines of sight match. It came from across the narrow alley, that is, from the main street. Looks like it had nothing to do with the Guardians' battle.

"Ah, sorry, oniisan, can we just pause for a moment? The front is kind of noisy."

Mertina, a casual chat maker, disappears into a narrow path without waiting for a reply.

"What? Huh? Hey....."

It seems like only your pressing overriding is a lie.

I was confused by her switching too soon, but there's nothing I can do about leaving one here. I had to go after him.

(? What's all the noise...?

Sure, I heard a sigh leaking from the other side. And as we move on, they grow bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

"... no."

Meltina's back was followed in the street, and the sight caught his eye.

The return of the sacred ceremony "Palezza", a wave of people still filling the road. The crowd stopped without exception and stared in the direction.

A majestic museum with powdered snow and smoke just a short distance from here.

A purple flame that wraps around its upper layer and leaps wildly.

"Hey, it's a fire! Fire! Is that a fire? It's burning with great momentum!

"No, what's that color!? It's just a fire!?

"Before that, the museum was made of stone. It's supposed to burn like that...."

"Ah! Our historic museum! I wonder how much valuables are stored there! Soldiers! What are soldiers doing!?

As the people who were together wandered, the goblins were also struck in a different way.

The Royal Badalnois Museum, where they meet. The flames that blow from that corner, the bluish, familiar colors...

(Sabel's... flame!?

What the hell is going on?

I wonder why the purple flame is blowing up from the rendezvous point.

So the tight guardian looked at him in a hurry.

Shortly afterwards, he looked at a pure white "penta" with a Russian hat in his eyes.

"It's not like you're alone and nobody's bothering you anymore... oniisan"

"Ah? Eh, hah...."

Her shoulder-shrugging girlfriend said it was nothing, so she gave a loose reply for a while.

"Damn it... it's called the sacred ceremony" Palezza ", so it's terrible to say that it's a lot of idleness. I said I had a fire!

Meltina cut her words in a hurry, and Iwasashi figured out why.

The number of soldiers appearing from the crossroads ahead was about ten. They must have rushed to extinguish the fire, heading for the museum at a glance. Some of them remained and began to warn the wild horses who were about to approach to leave.

"Well then, oniisan, before we started... I gave you some advice."

Mertina, the subject of the soldiers' search, turned her heel back briefly.

Ah, hey...

Before the Guardian of the Stream stops,

"I'll admit your power. But there is one in the world. There's nothing I can do with my arms."

Looking back, those white eyes were terribly sad.

She disappears into the crowd, like a moment of confusion born in the guardian, poking through the gap.

……

The stretched protective hand swam emptily through the sky. The fingertips that kept exposed to the cold were cold.

I thought we should follow them, but now we can't ignore the museum that burns by Sabel's flames.

"... damn it!

I pressed my nose, which hurt even more now, and I sewed up the waves and ran.

A majestic building that glitters purple flames from the tip of a huge prestige as powdered snow blows in sparkles.

Bergrette and Edwin should not have arrived yet, unless there is a change of schedule after lunch.

Nevertheless, I don't know. I may have entered the museum earlier than time.

At the moment, it is possible to speculate that Sabel is definitely involved. How is Julie who is supposed to be with me?

(Damn, what happened...!

In pursuit of the soldiers, Iwago ran through the path leading to the museum.