Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Far away, I can see the wind winding up the dust.

The wind rose as it circled like a tornado, ripped from its roots by a clear crack that ran into space shortly afterwards.

"Yeah, don't distort the space again and again, it's gonna be hard to fight."

"Ga-"

A voice that neither screams nor growls.

The defense of the golden monsters standing in the brown wilderness was a reward for immense power and power no longer perceived by ordinary people.

"Calm down, I don't think I'm going to hear you."

Salman, dressed in golden photoflame, swings his fist out of the obvious range.

As Selene waved her fist as she responded, the stiff sound of Bakin burst between them, distorting the space again.

"You idiot."

――

Continuous hitting, response, and one distorted space after another.

I wonder if Salman's body hid in that distortion of space, and in a flash he moves behind Selene and now hits that little body directly.

"Come on!"

Selene barely plays defense, but her legs float off the ground in the aftermath of force.

"Quite fast......!

Salman again before it blew up.

I don't see what the hell way you're traveling, but at least there's no sign of stepping on the earth.

- Are you flying (...) n (...) through space using Zestis, or are you using the re-variation of space due to God's modifying formula?

Salman's fist captures Selene's left face, waiting for him to blow up first.

"Huh!"

Selene's body flies in the opposite direction in a linear orbit that I no longer believe people beat people up.

"If I blow up to the other side like this, you won't be able to confirm he's dead. Ugh...!

Still, Selene grabbed Salman's body by stretching an arm that didn't look calm.

"Kill the enemy for sure. Make sure he's dead."

Serene, who grabbed Salman's body and offset the momentum, went down to the ground.

There was a surgical formation spread on the beaten left face that I had never seen, letting them know that the reason my head didn't burst like a tomato was due to some defensive surgical formula, but still there was tsu and blood coming from the edge of my mouth.

"It's only when you're completely open to Zestis that you use your head more. You complement what Zestis lacks."

Selene tells Salman's heart by pointing her finger, as if she were a bad godson.

"Defeat your enemies with minimal effort because you have violent powers. Fuel for your life isn't infinite."

"Vv -"

Whether you're listening to Selene or not, the light wheel that Salman was carrying gets even more gigantic around.

The two horns formed by the golden photoflame also grew larger, and their form came closer to the monster.

"Don't fall on the battlefield. Don't run out of power before the battle is over. I'm ready to die on the battlefield. I can't believe it."

Selene goes on as if she has seen Salman in the fight against Museg.

"We do not call those who die in the midst of battle real heroes. You want to protect your people, don't you?

"V...... a......"

"Then you win everything, until you make sure your people are safe - don't die."

For a moment, the light of reason glistened in Salman's eyes, incarnated by the tyranny.

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"Elma, Daiji, bu?

A beautiful girl's voice rose on the main street of the upstream district of Sisalis, full of rubble.

"Oh... but that..."

It was Elma who was just blown up by Selene and crashed into the wall, but not a lot of scratches thanks to the mullah sharks taking it easy.

Thanking the murky shark standing behind him, Elma stood up and approached 'it'.

"There's no mistake that it's a surgical ceremony, but it's too advanced to be understood..."

A black sphere was in front of me.

Not as big, but as tall as Elma's.

"It would be a crossroads. There was a similarity to my country. I hear that sacrifices made to God in heaven were often confined in such a union."

"Where's the monkey!?" "Where's the monkey -!

Lyna and Mina are touching each other with a pompous slap on their surrounding companions as they speak the words of a murky shark.

"I think they took only one of us."

"Where!" "Chasing!

As Kleilut answered, they immediately pulled the red hair tied up on Kleilut's back.

"So far, so advanced. It's hard to connect."

"Do you want to cut it off with my crishula?

Elma asks lightly about the Devil's Sword Crishura.

"I don't recommend that either. Because junctional rituals are often messing with space, it could have an impact inside if you had a weird cleavage."

Kleilut shook his head.

"But at that rate, I don't think there's a curtain for us."

"What?"

"What do you mean, redhead thief!" "Akabo!

"Redhead thief... or akabo..."

Kleilut alternated between Elma and the twins once again, making sure there were no other signs of enemies around him.

"A man named Selene just now probably had enough power to hold us together and deal with us. Why would someone like that bother taking only Salman?

"Mmm." "Mmm?

"It's not about knocking us down. There are other intentions."

Kleilut keeps his index finger up.

"Well, it's troublesome that it's not clear whether this is the intent of [Reaper] or Serene. But at this rate, maybe both intentions are the same. Selene said that was blurry too. -" Maybe I was let down for that, "he said."

"Necroak's intent? Are there intentions in Reapers that just confuse the situation?"

"I guess there is. Otherwise, there's no way we can talk like this for long."

Kleilut paradoxically analyzes the situation.

In a way it was an analytical ability because I was objectifying to my life.

"... I think I've somehow come to understand the nature of [Reaper]"

"Out of the way."

Elma stuffed up a lot of Kleilut.

and so,

"From there I'll explain!

There are two shadows that came down from above.

One is a familiar blonde and a nagging man drifting coin noises from his hiccups and pockets.

And the other...

"You have some nostalgic scents"

The blonde man - she was a beautiful woman who wrapped Shaw around with an obsidian tail.

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"Oh, don't ever travel like this again"

Freed from the obsidian tail, Shaw, small and evil as he paid for his clothes, turns to his companions once again.

"Thank you for waiting"

My buddies were stifling their faces at Shaw's sudden appearance.

But there's one person in there who moves exactly like that.

"Where have you been walking so quietly, the Golden Deceased"

It is an elma that can still be cut with the Devil's Sword in its hand.

"Hih."

"Answer me."

Elma lifts Shaw's jaw with the cutting-edge of the Devil's Sword Chrysula, and asks him if he has any sarcastic force.

"Hey, hey, I had a lot of old stings - you know, I don't know..."

"Three, two..."

Mysterious countdown.

"I was selling a fight to Pope Sisalis..."

"Lyna, Mina, get rid of this guy."

"Deal!" "Deal!

The twins flock to Chau with a quick figure of their own.

"No, please don't! Oh, don't tickle there!

"Explain, Golden Victim"

"In this situation?!?"

"That's the only way you can survive now."

The Devil's Sword Krishula's fullness glows.

"Yes, no, its, hehe...!

"Lyna, Mina, put a moratorium on that guy. That's creepy when they explain it with laughter. Finish talking, then deal with it."

"Disappointed!" "Ouch!

The twins, who were swarming in Shaw's pocket, leave.

"Ha... ha..."

"So?"

"Ah, yes..."

Shaw quickly told him this as he fixed his messy clothes with his hands.

"For now, it's a disgusting triplet."

Shaw raises his fingers in turn.

"I want to crush Sisalis, Mooseg"

My index finger is mentioned.

"Sisalis Wants To Fight Mooseg"

Middle finger.

"And - I don't want Necroa to beat either easily."

When I mentioned the drug finger, there was a slightly annoying look on Shaw's face.

"Me, for the first time, I've found someone worse than myself."