With tiredness in a combat position, LaQuirrea decided that they were Misaki's companions and were trying to cover the injured Misaki.
Lakyrea flies. To the sky in the opposite direction to tiredness.
I thought you ran away. It's not. He bends and rolls at right angles many times along the way, then ends up tired and heading straight.
Even as tired tried to timing him and slash him with his sword, on the verge of entering the tired attacking range, L'Aquilea changed the angle of flying, looking from tired to diagonal right.
I thought it would come from the right, and when the tiredness turned to the right, Lakyrea was already behind the tiredness. This means that after anticipating the tired motion, it was moving from the first tire to the left position.
Tired tried to calm down and reorient his body, but he couldn't. My feet are amazingly covered with frost. Even the back of the tired leg is frozen. I was distracted by LaQuirrea's movements, and Tired didn't notice this change.
Better than the rear of his tiredness, LaQuirrea flew at high speed and penetrated from his foot side, kicking his tired back once in a while. Fall to the depression so that your tired body can be tapped to the ground.
Where I tried to get up, the kick of LaQuilella, which had fallen vertically, bursts into the same spot where I kicked earlier. Tired of hearing the unpleasant sound of a broken spine.
I spit blood, but tiredness does the trick.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
Lakyrea was a little nervous. Because the brightness of a paltry number of little three-moon-shaped lights boiled around me. Further pursuits give up and fly away from the spot immediately.
The light follows LaQuileia, but LaQuileia is much faster and can't catch up.
Lakyrea simply outgrew the tired people-eating fluorescence, but in the meantime, she plays the broken spine fast.
Shortly after the light of the cannibal fluorescence disappears, Lakyrea flies tirelessly again. But Tired was doing the following.
"Mizuko Mizuko."
A few transparent, flat-stretched spirits, like vinyl, appear in the direction of LaQuilella's progress.
Even though it was a transparent spirit that was difficult to recognize, L'Aquilea was sometimes flying at high speeds, penetrating into the spirit, and the body is occasionally wrapped up by the spirit. The wings are also tangled with plastic spirits, so they can't make a rapid change of direction or sudden stop of their specialty, and they stick straight tired into it.
Tired tried to slash LaQuileia full of gaps with his sword this time, but once again, he couldn't. A whirlwind struck the ground and horizontally around the approaching L'Aquilea, causing the body to burst wide open.
(I don't know if I'm going to be able to control my body, or get wind of it while simultaneously defending and attacking, and stick it in...)
Tired was wrapped around his tongue in the stunning cut back of LaQuilella.
"Uhhh!
A super cold wind blows in all directions around the perimeter as the aerial stationary Lakyrea screams, wrapped in thin water spirits.
Diamond dust, whose moisture in the air freezes and reflects on the moonlight and flourishes, is, at first sight, beautiful, but hell for those inside. As cold as it gets, it hurts like the wind rips itself apart.
"Me and True, you're soaked."
Junko, on the other hand, remains holding true, manipulating the molecular motion of the surrounding air to prevent cold air and keep it flat.
Tired of looking at it on the side and remembering its frustration, he unties Mizuko and casts another technique as he withstands the cold.
"Bad Cause, Bad Cause, Big Rebellion."
A glowing dark runoff emanated from his tired protruding hand, striking directly at Lakyrea's body.
"Ugh..."
Immediately after the restraint was lifted, he ate the attack where he lost his mind for a moment, and Lakyrea could not avoid it. It takes a lot of damage and gets big in the air.
Tiredness metastasizes behind that lacira and pokes from behind.
A black corpse penetrated his chest from his back, and LaQuirrea spit out blood.
"He's in real mode by way of example."
I think of myself with the truth in my heart. As soon as we are fighting, we are in serious mode and unable to add or subtract, we are seriously tired of going to kill.
"Khuuu!
Grasp with both hands the sword protruded by LaQuirrea. And...
(Untasty......)
Reminds me of my battle with the Beast Emperor, and tiredness hurries. The Beast Emperor has dropped thunder on all his own bodies.
But Lakyrea didn't do that. When the pierced sword was firmly anchored, it fell to the ground with its head facing downward, spinning hard and fast as it was tired.
I couldn't help but let go of my sword. Thunder it, fall it, I decided it tasted bad to have it like that.
L'Aquilea had stopped because of the ground rinse. And when he pushed out the cutting edge of the sword and pulled the sword out of his body, he held the pattern, looked up tired and laughed.
"I see, you made it look all dead, read that tiredness lets go of the sword, and you hooked it up..."
Truth is, I was impressed to see what LaQuilla was after.
"It's commendable, but it's no use."
When tired groaned, the sword disappeared from L'Aquilea's hand and moved into tired hands. Stunning LaQuilla. Tired just activated his ability to support, keeping his possessions at hand at all times.
(Although we use similar abilities to the Beast Emperor, we fight in a different way. Physical abilities and paranormal powers are much inferior to the Beast Emperor, but you obviously outnumber the Beast Emperor when it comes to combat sense)
To see how to build a series of attacks, LaQuilella saw that she was used to fighting from time to time. He said he could fight this way because he had so much experience fighting the strong and leading to distress.
"Hey, again."
That's when Midori came back with Quo. L'Aquilea's gaze pours down to Quo.
"Quoo! Wow! Oh, my God! Kuh!"
"Uh-oh! Uhhhh!
Quo is a desperate phase, and Lakyrea is an angry phase, starting to say something.
In that gap, Midori applied surgery. When he saw those who appeared behind Quo, Lakyrea stiffened.
Midori revealed the spirit of Quo's mother and Lakyrea's wife.
"Huh..."
"Uh-oh."
L'Aquilea makes me look like I'm going to cry. Something more to complain about. Qua. Together with watching over solitary spit.
"Quuuuuuuuuu!"
But Lakyrea's face distorts into anger again. It was speculative that even this was impossible to persuade.
"What happened?
Junko asks Quo.
"I got angrier and angrier when I said I was cheating with illusions or something. And they said they would never forgive her."
"I don't care what you do."
"Don't be too deaf like a gag"
Listen to the interpreter of Quo, he is confused and true.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Go in before the tiredness of putting up the sword, dress as if to protect the tiredness, and look up at Lakyrea and scream Quo.
"Ku... ku..."
L'Aquilea with a sinister look. It feels hard to push through any more because my son is so desperate rather than convinced.
"Quah!"
Leaving some throwaway dialogue, LaQuirrea turned her back and flew away to the other side of the night sky.
Kneel silently, nagging Quo. Tired of lightly tapping and comforting the shoulder of such a quo several times.
"It didn't even seem like an atmosphere that I was convinced. Hey, that was"
"It feels like we have no choice but to disperse."
Looking up at Lakyrea's disappearing night sky, Junko and Midori muttered.
"I'm sorry about all of this gullible dad, and if I give him this, it won't fit round?
Midori said when he saw Midori freezing only his upper body out of the tent. It was half a joke, but no one responded. The desire to do so was certainly also true, pure and tired.