Square of the Divine Tree, rear right.

Imperial Lucendato representative with overlapping training schedule with Federation Westeria on the same day.

They joined the neutral army from a humanitarian point of view. Also with overwhelming combat ability, destroying 20% of the tree men in just enough time also contributed significantly to the reversal of the situation. Especially the girl with her watery hair in the wind, whose godly battle was so feared by her allies.

"... hey, Lolopiara, huh?

"Huh!? Sorry, sorry, sorry! I hear what you're saying, so please just punish me!? What is it, what is it, give me a break..."

The girl in command of Representative Lucendert was disturbed by a sticky whisper from behind. Suddenly, that's what surprised me, but most of all, I knew the dangers of a girl my age there. Still, her tied up watery hair, her crazy, distorted smile, and she was relieved to see them in her opponent's appearance.

As long as they were, they knew nothing to fear would happen.

"... what is it, on the table? Don't threaten me."

"Alas, would you prefer the kid in the back? Shall we change?

"Or give me a break!

"Hiccup. Just kidding... you should pull it off because you're just gonna lose more than this"

"Come this far? What about that black one?

"Lolopiara... you know how to increase your chances of survival when you encounter an enemy?

"No, I'm sorry. Maybe I don't know."

"That's not true. You can tell at a glance that they're dangerous."

"I mean, you're saying that that black guy is pretty bad... well, okay. End of operation. All hands, we will retreat immediately while alerting the perimeter...... Iris, behind you, okay?

The girl gives the decree and brings everyone else back.

The girl who asked her to cling replies, "Fine, fine." I ran out late to get to the rear of everyone. Until then, he had a slightly spared face and watched the deepest part of the square.

"Hiccup. Still, what is a gentle knight? Interesting words brought to the wind. Hey... If I could live, I'd see you somewhere."

Her words did not reach anyone's ears and she was exposed to the breeze that blew on the spot.

×

Square of the Divine Tree, deepest part and altar.

Three black wooden men observing the square in an upright immovable position.

There is no great difference in appearance from the wooden man who was hissing in the square, but the letters "Gang", "Soft" and "Speed" were carved into each torso. If you think of the disastrous black brilliance that surrounds its entire body, you can expect its power to be commensurate.

"Stupid, that wooden man..."

"Mint is in the Divine Tree... do you know what that is?

Royles, who picks up a straight sword at his feet, nostalgic with a nervous voice. Because I know his strength like that, Holoro likewise picks up and finds himself a beauty under the moon.

"What is this situation? Even if it's settled, it doesn't seem so?

Westerly representatives are rushing to perceive the anomaly. They were also nailing their gaze at them as they approached the three wooden men emitting spooky signs.

"Eh... no, don't make me come! Holloro-Fiodiante, take your people and run now! If that is the power of a real tree soul photon, as inherited -"

They were right next to each other and heard the whirling sound of the buzzing wind.

The process is obscure as to whether to give advice, be, be distracted by it even for a moment, or just blink, otherwise your motor vision was simply inferior to its movement.

A wooden man with speed and carvings on his torso overlooked the mutts and filling in time.

That's all I knew.

Driven by a machine-tight, emotionless flesh, the Quick Tree Man wields fierceness against the Nine.

Using the air strike emitted from your back as a propulsion force, you make as many as 100 medas a successful leap. Suddenly approaching the mute who was leading the way. Try to stick out a positive fist with momentum and decide on the chest of your opponent.

She was lucky to be the first target, specializing in speed. If it wasn't for her, she must have had a wind hole in her body, not long before she played defense, not long before she reacted to the approaching.

This speed is like instructor Nene......!?

I take it in the belly of a caged sword, but her body was bounced impatiently. It was too powerful a blow to take with a body that was practiced and bottomed up.

"Mute...... bastard!?

Django is slashed by a fast wooden man who lands in between three steps. By the time you do that, it's too late. Lower your gaze and you're finally getting into your nostalgia with the low you see. Not even while I'm breathing, I've had a dozen shots of myself -.

Photon of the tree soul given by the love of the Divine Tree.

Generally in terms of martial arts, it is a misconception, although it is recognised as a force to use it in a similar way to Makanov's. In the first place, it was not a force of help to get a head count for someone else, but a power of protection that allowed the witch to defend herself. That's exactly what the black wooden man is.

An infinite photon of the dwelling of the Divine Tree, a quality that can control roughly 10,000 units of wooden man. Together, these two bodies, and the hatred of the Tree of God, were created, were very powerful. If you think simply, 10,000 is divided into three equal parts, and the power of unity is comparable to that of less than 3,000 woodworkers.

But it is not simple because the three bodies have traits that need not be mentioned. It is also a letter inscribed on each torso in discipline. For the majority of photons to spend on acceleration, the speed treeman's attack power is blatantly low, and vice versa, only faster for that matter, which reaches the realm of divine speed.

For this wooden man, the Nine can only be the ones to kill.

"Huh... everyone!?

"They're coming this way too!

Holoro, who was distracted, was strongly cautioned.

As the Rigid and the Soft Wood Man step through the cobblestone, they choose the path to split left to right - he becomes back to back with Royles, each taking the form of an interception. At the moment of contact with his opponent and the prospective wooden man, he tries to wiggle down his fist with a beauty under the moon.

Do not touch the fist - the complete sensation alarmed and refused.

Avoiding the feeling of plundering that fist, Holoro was attacked by a floating sensation. A fist that struck the cobblestone as it was was had lost its scaffold by submerging it from the ground, floating again in the air that could be bounced upwards. When this happened and I couldn't even move, I got a strong forward kick.

"Guru!?

I crossed my arms in an aggressive fashion, but the hollows were unprotected. His arms are crushed beckoningly by a direct hit, and his excess impact engraves a crack in his sternum. No way, I can't take it in that state or anything.

Involving Royles, he was kicked into the mountains.

This is waiting for the Soft Tree Man in the drop position. With both wrists up and arms pulled to his waist, he is punched into his body in anticipation of the fall. He can also apply the force of kicking the cobblestone with his pulling leg.

To a crystal clear shock, the hollows broke their bodies from the inside out. By delicate behavior and aiming leg moves, he was conquered in the universe as a kicking ball. Eventually he was transformed into a convenient posture as he was tired of being eagled in the face with each hand, but was gradually slapped from the back of his head into a cobblestone.

The speed of the fast wooden man is extraordinary due to the lack of strength and delicacy. Lack of delicacy and speed of action makes the power of the rigid wooden man extraordinary. The delicacy of the Soft Tree Man is extraordinary due to its lack of strength and speed of action.

In front of the overwhelming power of the three bodies, there is no help in helping them to the neutral army.

"This, this..."

No, I can't win like this...

My body can't keep up with my defense. The quality of brilliance is too different to catch up with. Help the Neutral Army... No. Who said we got together? Together. Just more people to hurt......

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, Holloro grieves as they are all hurt by the three woodworkers. My heart is getting frustrated. You lose your will to fight back.

- I have power to be a gentle knight. If you're not stronger than the person holding you back, you can't protect anything.

John's words crossed the back of his brain.

I may have thought of it. You're so weak, I can't believe you just want to help your mouth... you shouldn't even be frustrated by that crap. Don't even give up. That's absolutely all......

Restore his willingness to fight back only once more, and he brings together the brilliance of his whole body and spirit.

"... Shh, no. Ahh!

Kick the frightened wooden man with the pressure of brilliance. At best it will be a blow known only as a capable man, just rolling around the cobblestone for about five medas. Soon after his success, the brilliance that was wrapping his body was dispersed. He was close to his limit with less energy and strength just to keep him practicing.

A wooden man who stood up like this walks up to me.

I can't even catch up on the healing. In full-blown creativity, you have to wait on one knee.

But Holoro did not stray from his gaze.

I didn't even know if it was just a strength or a will.

I am grandly stepped in between from the front.

They wave their fists down without mercy.

"Hmmm... this is apparently still heavily loaded on your Lord"

At the same time I heard a gentle voice, that fist stopped at the tip of my nose.

He couldn't close his eyes until the end, so he could understand what had happened. I could see the moment when a young man with gray hair appeared from the edge of his sight, refreshed at a speed that would not allow him to react to the wooden man in the past, stopped grasping that arm from the side.

"Sometimes, Lord, when you kick your opponent, put your hips in more, like this -"

Holoro looks out to the young man who somehow begins his commentary.

Drawing a half-circle horizontally, the legs of a brilliant young man captured the wooden man's torso in his true core. Leaving his grabbed arm, he was sucked towards the outer edge of the square as his opponent's body cleaved the wind. Sucked in - a black body that had been bounced off crashed into a single great tree that lay ahead.

With a fierce collision sound, my feet swayed small.

"Ok, I didn't know this was happening... sorry I was late"

Put your remaining arms down. Throw them away in your hands, and the young man smiles softly.

Holoro called his name to bite.

"... Instructor John"