Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.
Episode 131: Reflection
The alarm sounds.
He puts his hand on his chest, inhales sooo loudly through his nose, and spits it out of his mouth.
But the heart pulses so hard that it doesn't fit in at all.
Maraine stares at the windows in the front of the bridge, the arena (Colosseum), which is getting bigger on the other side.
I can't go back.
- I'm coming, Pericles.
When Maraine nods small by one person, she turns the console removal.
Along with the rotation of the excerpt, the roaring sound of the low beast, which had been ringing uninterruptedly from earlier on, changes to a high sound like the golden sound of a woman.
Maraine raised the Spear of Heroes (Drill) RPM to its maximum at once.
Full speed forward.
When Maraine squeaks like that in the usual unchallenged tone, and steps into the pedal at her feet, tension runs all at once among the bridge crew.
"Total vs. Impact Attitude"
"All hands, take a shock stance!
When one of the bridge crews (bridge crew) recited Malane's whining, the crew pulled the chairs together and lay their heads down on the console in front of them.
Maraine thinks as she gazes at the growing arena (Colosseum).
He said he was like Irvine, the Virgin.
The Virgin, who had mercy on the beasts, and had done evil in mercy.
Fallen Virgin.
He said he was trying to do evil for the man he loved.
Meditate and open your eyes for a moment.
The arena (Colosseum) is already in front of us.
Yes, there is no going back.
"Penetrate (or something) ahhh!!
As soon as Malane raised an unimaginable loud voice from its appearance, the motorized castle fort Pericles made a roaring noise shaking the axis and entered the gladiatorial arena (Colosseum).
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"Coming! Zigmund! Perrin! - He's leaving. - Yeah!
Tricia shouted as she felt the slight vibration crawling up from her feet turned into a clear shake.
Sounds like low roars that continued to sound from outside the arena (Colosseum) gradually turned into high metal sounds.
If I looked up, outside the arena (Colosseum), I could see the smoke rising high and the yellow clouds filled with black smoke staining the blue sky.
Until then, Jigmund and Perrin, who had driven the audience with their swords crossed, also heard Tricia scream.
The two look at each other and nod at each other, each breaking up to the left and right and running down the audience seat like flying around between the seats.
Well, I can't stay, either.
When Tricia stands up on her seat, she puts up her long skirt thoughtfully.
All of a sudden, the surrounding person circled his eyes at the appearance of a lady slapping up her skirt, but not if that was the case.
"Get out of here, you guys!
When she yelled at her surroundings like that, Tricia didn't even care about the drawers glancing, and began to run straight across the passenger seat trying to get as far away from the scene as she could.
And as Tricia looked back behind her as she continued to run, the entire arena (Colosseum) shook like a beast rising from the water.
- Here he comes!
At the next moment, the guest seats on the south side of the arena (Colosseum), the space where Perrin and Zigmund turned people away while pretending to compete, and left them unattended, cracks like when they tapped the egg shell there run instantly.
A concentric circular crack that reproduces the process until the spider's nest is formed at high speeds.
At the moment when the polo and stone walls collapse and the fragments gently tap the cobbled floor, the walls of the arena (Colosseum) pulse like creatures, bouncing off the center of the crack to explode all at once.
And the sound echoed late.
Sounds like ear splitting, huge sounds gain physical power, beat the people on the spot, and a wave of people collapses like an avalanche through the sloped guest seats.
As the circular arena instantly changed to the shape of the letter C, and the tall metal noise of Gululu sounded in the soot smoke that stood, the cone of huge black iron (crease) wrapped around the spiral (spiral) dew (oh) from between the fissures.
Those who understand what is happening here will hardly be there except for Tricia and the others.
Bounced off, trampled by a crowd wave, sandwiched by a flying stone wall, the screams of an annoying cry echo from here and there.
Werewolf, terror, confusion, confusion.
Every negative emotion swirls beneath the yellow, smoky sky so that people can run away from each other.
High screams and bitter groans fill the interior of the arena, and a horde of pathetic people tumble down the long stairs like turbulence.
To minimize the damage as much as possible, I had intended to keep people away from where Pericles would penetrate, but the damage caused by the special attack by Fort Motorized Castle was far beyond Tricia's imagination.
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Even if you were prepared for 'death', if that had snuck in from a completely different angle, that readiness would mean nothing.
Miriam's vision, a huge crack ran in its center.
With the roar, the front passenger seat began to fly, and the earth smoke rose, and from the rift a giant cone of black iron emerged its beauty.
The usual Miriam would have immediately arrived at the truth about what is happening now in front of her, even if she had never seen Fort Pericles.
At this time, however, Miriam did not escape with her shackles fixed, and was blurring at the apex of the cone (Ernsui) as it penetrated toward her.
Miriam's thoughts were completely stopped by the extraordinary sight in front of her.
"Wow, they're coming this way!
"Give it to me!
Behind Miriam you can hear the executioners raising their desperate voices, and the monks behind them fighting each other and rushing to the stairs.
"Come on! I don't want to! He's coming. Oh, my God!
"Damn it! The stairs are jammed for both boys!
Behind her back, Miriam returns to Hatha and me, feeling signs that the executioners, who had missed the escape, are in a rush.
And as he made a creepy noise and spinning, he made his face cramp when he recognized the appearance of an extra huge mass of iron approaching him.
I was certainly prepared to die.
They drop their necks.
He created a readiness to accept the matter, crying and crying unnecessarily in the back of prison.
But I've never imagined this way of dying.
If you get caught up in that one, you'll instantly get meat chunks (mince), such as Miriam.
Miriam closes her eyes hard, eating her teeth and turning away.
But the shock isn't coming.
Opening one fearful eye, in front of Miriam's eyes, just about five zars, the black iron cone stops (or) from advancing any further, making a metal noise called Gurgul on the spot and keeps spinning.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Roots of teeth that do not engage.
A voice that falls zero out of your mouth without breaking a word.
Within Miriam's gaze, the rotating mass of black iron (crease) gradually loses momentum and eventually slowly stops its rotation while leaving a lingering repercussion.
Just for a moment, the arena quieted down.
The next moment when the yellow-risen earthly smoke swayed into the wind, screams and yells echo from here and there in the arena (Colosseum) as if you remembered something.
Hearing the audience echoing from downstairs, Miriam tells herself to calm down.
What is this situation? While observing the situation in front of you as to what is happening, tag it in your brain to sort the information, and finally get to an answer that is extremely close to the truth.
- It's Nana.
I don't know why.
Bouncing the curse of oblivion, Nanashi came to save Miriam.
Everything in the situation tells the story.
What a ridiculous thing to do... and at the same time, there is a small light of hope on Miriam's chest.
At that moment when her mouth was slightly loose, Miriam hits and stuffs her voice behind her throat as she eagles her hair from behind.
"Hey, you did this to me!
A jaw protruding executioner peeks into Miriam's face as she pulls her hair up as an eagle.
Compressed with his shackled neck, Miriam just groaned bitterly without being able to utter a word.
"Don't cry, don't cry. I thought it was strange, but I didn't think it was such a big deal."
"... I'm surprised, too?
Exhaling in bitterness, when Miriam says so back to the executioner, the executioner releases Miriam's hair, trying to slap her abusively, and Miriam coughs up in a grand manner.
"I'll make you regret that licking attitude!
The jaw protruding executioner puts a blood vessel up his temple, and as he glances at the loose Miriam with his blood-running eyes, he grabs the decapitated axe, which was standing right beside Miriam.
"I'm sorry to hear that, it's not one step away. You will die, and all those who caused this absurd noise will be solemnly cleared. You are positively evil for trying to kill Her Royal Highness and destroy all this. Joy, you will engrave your filthy name in the history of the Empire."
Rubbing against the cobbled floor, the chopping axe makes a slight metal noise.
The executioner lifted it with both arms and shook it wide open.
Slight hope led to fear. Emotions decimated. I was ready and blew it off somewhere. I don't want to die. Unexpectedly worn out and tears come down zero. Scary. Until this point, the fear that I had managed to hold back raised my head because I had no hope.
Meditate (crush) your eyes strongly and wait for the moment when the axe is swung down. Make noises when your teeth are covered.
I couldn't stand the fear and a scream similar to a scream finally popped out of the back of my throat.
"Nana, ahhh!
The feeling of cutting the wind overhead, the dull metal sound of tapping something.
The image of the axe swinging down stains the color of blood in my head.
- Dead.
Words like that rush through the nerves in Miriam's brain, and her body bounces victoriously.
But consciousness is uninterrupted.
Open your eyes, Miriam breathes unexpectedly.
Sunlight leaking out of the gap between yellow, smoky clouds.
Silhouette of a boy on a streamlined lead plate with each axe waving up an executioner with that light on his back and stepping from the top.
In an extremely late hour, axes and lead plates scatter sparks and executing officials are bounced off.
"... Nana"
I could see the boy nodding small in the backlight to that whine, which was mostly zero (spilled).