If it was just going to be a big war, there was as much else to do at the time the empire was burned.
I don't need to bother bringing out the Shizukuishi of the Divine Tree until I can bring out the person who will be handicapped, let alone let them know what I am trying to do.
Speaking of whether the focus on form was to reproduce history, I remain in doubt that it is only coming out alone.
"Cross the blades, that's enough for us."
Gadinoa pulls one leg and lowers his posture to prepare for a agile kick out.
"Didn't your Lord want me, no Vern, to stop myself?
Alan continued to touch its core when asked indefensibly.
"I heard from my right head who I was.... didn't you entrust your last hope to the fact that my heart is awkwardly cultivated by her wishes, that a cultivated heart will crush your own despair?
I don't change my complexion, I don't return denial or affirmation.
"With the heart of your Lord's despair as immense evil, with her heart of hope as justice, in equilibrium that leaves the possibility of leaning on which should be in this world, are you betting yourself to try it?
In Gadinoa's eyes answering nothing, Alan puts his hands on his chest.
"Weren't you here to confront me alone because you think Vern would be alive?
When I ask that, the words finally return with a method that closes my eyes and thinks.
"... is that all we're talking about?
Strength builds up in Gadinoa's pulling legs.
"Just now, I'm finally convinced"
Alan, who felt signs of set-up, rested his breathing one pinch, too.
Half a step ahead of your left leg, open wider than shoulder-width, slightly lower your hips, and point the beauty under the moon towards the front of your body. The sharp tip of the torso quietly stops the movement in a position that overlaps with the gaze that looks at the target.
Gadinoa, with an invincible grin, spilled a small, alarmed voice, "Are you here?"
The moves that are activated from that structure are the depths that once sword-sanctioned a man who was sword-sanctioned.
There are no elementarized photons, no special photons, just overwhelmingly sophisticated forces to surpass everything, beyond the limits of an organism called man, to a height equal to another dimension.
- Brilliant scale.
Alan feels like roaring.
By means of shape manipulation, the brilliance that had been put together is transformed into a large scale of palms. He wraps his whole body in multiple ways, and from his waist he produces a flickering tail that reminds him of the Dragon clan.
Let each one of them have a slight gap and keep each untouched - manipulation, practice, brilliant vaporization, shape manipulation, these basics and applications will enable them to be activated for the first time, transformed into a form of attacking unity.
"Me and you are cursed."
I saw the moment Gadinoa kicked out and then stepped into the lag.
In the midst of roughly thirty meda intervals, when the opponent filled a distance of five meda, Alan had already filled a distance of twenty meda.
By the overwhelming limb force obtained with a brilliant scale, it completely surpassed its opponent in its maneuverability to flesh.
I can wield both swords first, but I don't move into defensive positions.
Even if I get a decent blow at my shoulder, I know it won't work. Every single piece of brilliant scale, unbiased and clumped together, is all created with different brilliance of wavelength.
In other words, all of this is such that, if touched, it causes an interference aftermath.
Such a mechanism plays back with the opponent's brilliant attack.
With no bursting noise, Gadinoa's arms flow in a direction that is not clear.
On the other hand, Alan has to be equally shocked to prevent an attack in that way. By putting together the brilliance of the whole body behind the scales, it could be painfully mitigated, but the body was under considerable strain.
Nevertheless, a second in the battle against the Sword Emperor is worth just paying such a price.
"The Lord, this heart stops"
He caught Gadinoa's nostalgia with a faint gap front kick.
The body of the opponent, who slams the ground hard in the direction of the urchin, chases it without intermittent hair. It emits the rays of light elementation, but inevitably takes it from the front and plays it.
Catch up and slap a brilliant tail from the top against someone who is still disoriented without even being able to accept it.
The impact of its interfering aftermath, a brilliant scale converted into an attack, plunges the ground. The bouncing atmosphere wound up a number of earthen stones.
Some of the winding up was splashy enough to fall in front of the formation of both armies.
Alan flies to the cow and gets a distance.
"Admit it... I thought all choices should be made by emotion theory. No matter how noble your reasoning may be, you will eventually have to wait for your emotional choices before things get there."
Gadinoa, who stood up, flutters out of the ground indentations.
I spit out my bloody spit, and the next word connects.
"On the grounds of depletion of resources, this war, which began unavoidably with sacrifice, led to a truce with condolences, on the grounds that sacrifice had passed. Where's the carelessness of the life we picked up?
"One at a time is in this heart, making us what we are now"
"If such a teethy dialogue is a world that passes through reality, we're not in a place like this. Wherever I go, I guess Vern's wish is only ideal... the carelessness of that woman who could never see her death overshadowed can no longer be understood correctly by even us"
"Did you fear to have an ideal?
"If only you had destroyed the Empire... I resented it at first, but it turned out to be the last seventy years. It is only with reality that there is an ideal. If there is an ideal, there is a reality. I've seen too many ideals."
"That's why it's short circuit to stop the war."
"It's an ideal you can't get rid of if it's not this much, and you can't get rid of it."
Gadinoa's cohesive brilliance changed shape, grinning at his self-derision.
The appearance of covering the whole body with brilliant scales is arguably an indisputable form of brilliant scales. However, due to the large size of each piece of scales and the lack of tails, it can be seen that it has not yet been refined.
"... Lord, what's that?
Still, it can't be established as a move.
"Even if it takes seventy years, you're a monkey."
The signs of power carried by Gadinoa are genuine on the back of the back with humility.
The battle between Kensei and the Sword Emperor was extremely harsh.
Run endlessly through the prototypically lost South Plains and wave your gains at a rate that rolls out about eight hands per second. One moment will be followed by a one-off offense that could collapse.
That's enough to make the watching knights wonder if the end no longer exists - but there is always an end to the battle.
The reward for attacks beyond human limits was steadily coming to an end.
No matter how huge a photon you're hosting, it's limitless. A single blow carried out by Undoubled Brilliance Scale consumes as many Photons as possible, equivalent to a single blow carried out with all the power of a lined ability.
imply that this will not be a long-term battle.
And another thing was happening that would lead to a definite end.
- The sword wielded by Kensei and the twin swords wielded by the sword emperor made a noise and scattered it in pieces.
We also felt a precursor that sooner or later we would wake up.
No matter how much it is reinforced by brilliance, it becomes intolerable within a distance if it continues to be terribly wielded by forces beyond its limits: brilliant scales.
Alan remembers a different response to the arrow tip he was thinking about, the white sword of his right hand that Gadinoa wields with full force, and the clap with the beauty of the moon there.
In the blind sight, the shattered undermoon beauty and the fragments of the white sword flickered.
"... Huh!?
Slightly earlier than Gadinoa, Alan reacted to changes in response.
Let go of the leftover moonshine beauty pattern in your right hand and make a knife in your left hand. When he grabbed the black sword his opponent's left hand held, he slapped a knife into its belly.
At the stage when the white sword was crushed, he had also determined that the black sword was damaged.
Fulfilling, the black sword is also crushed and shattered.
"Ruh!
Letting go of the white sword pattern left in his right hand, Gadinoa held his right hand tight.
Alan is fisted into his abdomen after being targeted for a gap he inevitably made, where his preliminary motion grew larger to crush the black sword.
"Kaha" exhales into the intense impact. It bends into a curved letter.
"Noooo!
Let go of the black sword pattern left in his left hand and Gadinoa gripped his left hand firmly.
Head that has been rendered defenseless, temples hanging and fists swinging through. He's going to take his body to momentum, but Alan eats up his "giri" teeth and holds on.
Instead of the third right fist being protruded with the back of his left hand, he punched his palm bottom into the opponent's jaw.
"Haaaa!
Stepping on Gadinoa's foot, he further breaks his opponent's posture while holding back in his own time. Hit each of your opponents with your elbows that are filled with gaps, and hit your side of the head with a back fist.
Then I punch my fist in the face, but it's returned with a head poke and I can't get through.
"I can do it. Oh!
I'm gonna put my hands together and wave it down.
Get a heavy blow to the brain.
I'll grab it.
On the contrary, tease your hand and throw it off.
Chasing him with a knife where he was frightened.
My legs are stuck out of the fallen state by force.
Bounced by an unexpected counterattack.
Hit me, hit me, kick me, throw me, eventually a reward I forgot to prevent too.
The consumption of photons solves the brilliant scale unbiased activation, and at some point, even the exercise cannot be decent. All the margins that heal the wounds you suffer are put to beat the target.
The face remains swollen, the skin remains deeply rubbed off, the bones remain broken, even the hemoptysis remains intact, fist gripping and stepping on the ground.
"... ha... ha... ha"
Breathing is badly disturbed, and I can't stop sweating all over my body.
"I'm desperate for the future. You despair in the past... Worry about what is uncertain, worry about what remains unchanged, and stand up forever and ever in the same time. I can't save you."
"But that's one way of life. Because we despair of the future, because we despair of the past, we can break the past, we can hope for the future... people can start all over again at any time"
To the mourning Gadinoa, Alan appealed strongly.
"You can start over... then you can prove it by knocking me down"
With a hunch of settlement, I set my fist again.
I set aside a ten-midah interval and looked at each other - that was when.