Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

"Pray to the stars and the earth, pray to all sides, gather the power of evil, and obey my hand, and tear every thing apart, and destroy every thing!

A harsh chant sticks in the wind.

"The sky is red, the earth is gold, and the sea is white, stained with dirt and sludge."

In the flames of burning, voices similar to grudges spin the Spirit.

The power of the opposing two-pillar present God had increased without ceiling knowledge, and its less abusive world was screaming.

Vortex wind.

Flames rising to heaven.

The two forces that fill the sky eventually shape the figure of the 'dragon'.

Big wind streams gather around and into one dragon.

Huge chunks of flame deformed, still into one dragon.

Each of them was enormous enough to swallow the floating Oshima with his (his) Lord on it in one bite.

- Roar.

- Roar.

Hurricanes and fiery dragons open their mouths and emit shouts.

There is no way that the sound emitted by a human being can fit within what is called a 'voice' or the like.

It is a rupture of the atmosphere.

It was a wave that shook the soul of all that lived and lived.

Everyone on the island would have sensed the end of it all.

People, ghosts, everything stops moving and looks up at the sky that doesn't seem like something in the world.

The world rocked.

The space is distorted.

Great wind forces and immense flames bisect the sky and each dragon stares at each other as they swirl through the universe.

It was precisely at this moment that the power to end Mori Luo Wang concentrated on one pole, waiting for the time of the outburst to be now or now.

In the meantime, the chanting of the two-pillared god of the living will not stop.

Each looked to each other, each with a belligerent and fierce wrinkle between his brows. It's the look on your mind that only hits the opponent with your full strength. The surroundings are not in my eyes. God's arrogance was manifested in his actions as they were.

Eventually, their chant reaches its end.

"" Heavenly Light Comes Down - Ash Fire (or Bully) "!

"" Black Devil Midway (Kokuma Meiko) - Kokuma Fire Prison!

The surgical ceremony knitted by the intense Spirit is activated.

Startup starts only slightly faster with a honeymoon.

From the small body of the two girls, almost simultaneously the light flows and spreads around them.

Drawn in smeared and sandalwood colors are supermassive surgical icons.

It's huge enough for the rest of us to no longer even know it's an icon.

The spreading glow continues to swell beyond the floating Oshima, reaching such a scale that their standing earth appears to be sandy.

Earlier, Hanumoon's expanded supermassive icon roared, and the procedure began to activate.

The power of destruction explodes - that moment.

'No, no, this is trouble, you guys. Even me. "

I got in the way of clutter.

The moment Aija's voice sounded, the immense power that was trying to destroy the space itself cloud-sprayed away like a lie.

As if the event itself had been cancelled, a raging wind and a scratch were scratched out.

――

The current god of boulders also lost color to this. Neither of us could have been at peace for being overthrown with our absolute power.

A figure suddenly appeared between them, which tied a statue of a beautiful boy with red hair.

"Hey, Vikilil. And Roshdark. You're in the way all of a sudden. Excuse me. But I want you to understand. The space you've set aside for me was just about to be made a mess by your power."

Glancing a pranky light into her thin red eyes, Eija waves with a noble deed.

"I'm sorry, but I let you seal your power with my authority. Damn, it's a horrible thing to be a god. Honestly, I was going to have plenty of resources for the most part that would be fine... I didn't think you guys would be able to manipulate so many resources. I'm afraid your powers are too great. At least seriously, you two, I can't stand this space. I'll have more resources available next time, so give me a break this time."

Honumoon, to the words as we compare our faces in turn with Agnir, the first reaction was:

"-Ch."

It was Agnir's tongue pounding.

The face of the child (straw) who was interested in playing earlier was bouncing, and the anger until vicious coloured the girl's face.

"You... you think you can just get in our way...?

Favoring the flavor, Agnir pronounced it with a low, push-kill voice. From the luxurious shoulder that collapsed and dewy, the surgery that should have been scratched off begins to rise again. The sandalwood aura swells to intimidate Ayja...

"Unfortunately, Roshdark"

Pattin, and Ayja rang her fingers. As soon as the aura, which was overflowing from both Agnir's shoulders, disappears as Summer.

"... Huh...!

Agnir distorted his beautiful face bitterly, even though he was overthrown with his power.

"Your powers don't work for me here either. This is my space. I don't make as much money as I don't give you resources. [M] In the first place -"

Ayja tells Agneel coldly, with a grumpy, eyebrow-rooted honeymoon and a stare at him with intent to kill.

"- Your special technique is not your internal technique (Alterforce), but a substitute for using it in the outside world. I mean, you can't handle that mighty power on your own. Resources to dwell in the atmosphere and the earth... did you say 'spirits' in your words? If we don't absorb them, we won't even be able to start the surgical ceremony. Just bribe (or not) your own resources. If you do poorly, you die in a state of depletion (igzost). Wouldn't you?

The Girls of the Present God show in their respective attitudes that Ayja's words are a graphic star. Hanumoon slightly missed his gaze, Agnir letting his tongue pound out loud.

"Let them follow the forces around them and unite them with their own hands… exactly where they deserve to be called 'God'. I see, it would also be a story to snort that you are called gods. But."

Pan, meet her hands, and Ayja laughs, hehe.

"Unfortunately, 'God' in this space is me. Not you guys. If we normally go back to space, of course, I guess not. If you say so, you are the gods of the outside, and I am the gods of the inside. The authority here will be on top of me. I know you're in business, but there's no other way to get you to follow me."

Moving his slicing eyes left and right, Aija, who caught the edge of his mouth, peeps at the reaction of the two girls.

Hanumoon exhaled softly as he had given up.

Agnir bites his back teeth off and makes a giddy noise.

"... if you two really want to settle, do it 'outside'." Outside "is your world. [M] If I don't have the power or authority to stop you, my resources are endless. You can fight as much as you like. Wouldn't you?

Ayja dared to face Agnir and insist. It seems that Hanumoon understands that she has to get the spear, but because she didn't look that way.

…………

Agnir catches red and blue eyes silently as a razor, killing them, and shoots his gaze all the time. Ayja sighed at her like that, duh.

"... albeit. You guys are in my game as players. Let's seal up everything in power, I won't say anything terrible. However, if you don't wield enough power to break this' stage ', that's fine. Whatever the game is, if they flip or smash the board itself, it would be a good place to wake up, wouldn't it?

Hanumoon seemed to squeal a little in his mouth, wondering if the sawdust would let it out. Eija dares to ignore.

"Right... if you guys are all about it, you'll be able to withstand it somehow, and you'll have the resources. I mean, if each of you fights with half your strength, I don't have to interrupt either. You can settle for me fully. What do you say?"

To Eija's suggestion, the two girls didn't even nod. Hanumoon arms like a hundred million bucks and looks in the wrong direction. Did Agneel turn angry and shuddered, pulling out her insurance (kennel) from the brow that was carving her deep wrinkles, and, hah, sniffled,

"... asshole"

and threw up cold. As the word indicates, he turns his throat and looks up into the sky as if the possession had fallen, exhaling loudly.

Sitting on a Japanese-style umbrella that floated in the universe, she turned her eyes back to Ayja like she could see even dust and mustard.

"Just a reminder. After adding extra tea, there's enough to make you feel better. Ayja... did you say that? I think I remember your face... so I'm ready."

That's what Agnell intimidates when he goes out. against Agnir, who is overwhelmed not by force, but by his eyesight and fierceness, which he does not seem to be a young girl,

"Oh, of course, Rochedalc. If this is still the case, I'm going to have a valve. Shabbat will soon be back. Be gentle then."

He took the word of persecution in a disturbing motion and purposefully flushed it.

Agnir, uh, snorted again,

"Oh, don't be disgusting...... really [Ugh] he or wow"

Ha, ha, and one sigh.

"... even if you're unwilling..."

and groaned like a soliloquy, giving Eija a glimpse pointing at the carcass of the worm Kera, then

"- Dear Sister Hanumoon, Kannosu. We'll be here any minute now."

I turned to Hanumoon and met him gently.

As soon as the opposing opponent becomes the same god of the living, Agnir's expression regains joy. different colored eyes against the arcuate shape (yummy), opening the mouth,

"But this is how I saw you today, and I'm so glad. Wow. Keep it up, will you? Whatever, we're going to be [a long relationship]."

Shake your shoulders with a twinkle and a smile.

"Soya. Always will be... the time of perpetual robbery, hey...?

throwing meaningful gazes from different colored eyes into the honeymoon,

"Next, we'll have fun in the middle of nothing - Sister Hanumoon...... ugh"

I laughed so innocently.

But in the present situation, the more refreshing that smile is, the only proof left that existence itself is evil. In that sense, I had to say that Agnir's face was more vicious than any other.

"If you want, if you want"

Wave one hand gently and say goodbye. Then he circled his gaze around him,

"Yes already, Kuniya Han. My errand... oh, where have you been?

Tilt your nose to the fact that you don't see your companion. I should certainly have been by your side until earlier.

"Oh, he would have snuck away around where you started laughing and walked away. I guess you and Vikilil felt signs of [boobs]. What, you shouldn't be so far away. If you look, you'll find him soon."

"Phew... I thought it was strangely quiet, but that's what I did. You can't have extra tea with reason. That extra thing. No."

When he nodded disinterested in Eija's explanation, the Japanese umbrella with Agnir on it without sound began to rise slowly. I guess I'm going to go find a fellow traveler. Without even thanking Ayja for taking the trouble to teach me.

After gaining some altitude, Agnir disappeared everywhere as it was.

"... thank you, Vikilil. I guess it's because you honestly put up a spear that she was also shredded from happiness. Let me thank you."

After confirming that Agnir's signs were completely distant, Ayja turned to Hanumoon.

But.

"Not for your sake. You don't need to thank me. Bug spit runs."

Neither did Hanumoon, nor did Ayja. Knock on the spicy words without gazing at each other, and remove the fan of the Zhengtian Spiritual Charm from the pocket.

For Christ's sake, to Ayja shrugging her shoulders, Hanumoon kept looking in the wrong direction, and went on like this.

"... there are many things I would like to say to you. But not now. Sooner or later, you will be rewarded with treacherous treachery. By the hand of Rat, whom the concubine and the other man say unto his master.

It was a voice that was pushing and killing low but without waves of emotion. I'm not hiding my anger, but I'm now quiet as far as the lake where my spirit is - I can see the psychology of such a honeymoon.

"- That's it. You threaten me a lot."

Yet the intensity of the anger that is hoarded to prevent it from appearing on the surface is unimaginable. Being aware of his place of work, Ayja let him grin and twitch, even as he remembered the pseudo-tremor that ran on his spine.

Then, Hanumoon gave Aija his gaze. A chilling eye that cuts. Again, unlike Agnir's, the outward species turn to inferior creatures - it was the eyes of contempt.

"- Although I am not the stepchildren that my concubine could have said. Anything that trivializes your life is bound to pay off someday, right? It's karma. What you're doing eventually comes back to you - I don't know what form it's going to take. Then you'll never get away with it. That's all I know for sure."

Ayja smiled back a faint smile to Hanumoon, who spoke the prophetic word.

"Well, that's an interesting story. It doesn't depend on your young appearance, it's like a long lived fairy thing to say, right, Vikilil? Or is it that all the gods like you say something so sophisticated? As far as Rochedalc goes, I don't think so."

Hanumoon did not answer the question. When you take your gaze off Ayja again, you open the fan in your hand in one swing and pass the surgery.

"It's not even within the moment that we can afford it. Be prepared. The concubine is probably not, but Rat's anger will be more than that. He hates that the folk grass in his eyes is unreasonably scratched. The one with a strong desire to protect the others. I don't think I'll forgive you any more."

Smiley powder of light spills from a slowly moving fan, and countless crystals embody it.

"But I'm talking about the kind one. It is obvious that you will add a hand to your temper. But..."

So once the word was cut, Hanumoon sent a command to the Zhongtian Spirit Mark with a spirit in his voice.

"The ceremony of Dayin (Dayin) Meira (Meira)"

Without passing through the "SEAL" in the body, the Zhengtian spiritual symbol, which directly (directly) inputs (inputs) a command by the Spirit, rearranges the talisman crystal to assemble a unitary phoenix.

"- So you will inflict so much pain that you think it would have been better to perish at the hands of your concubine. Come on, Lato's a sweet boy. That's Ayja, you know what I mean?

As he approached the phoenix knitted with twelve talisman crystals and smiley rays, Hanumoon threw a trace poisoned voice at Ayja.

"Rats don't kill a snail. No, [I won't turn it off]. You know what that means?

Aija does not answer. I can't answer that. I don't know the correct answer, but for that reason.

"You will not be killed. Unerased. Yes, [punished alive]. You may not know how cruel it is for someone like you."

Ring the pounding waste, and the honeymoon leaps. He stood on the back of a phoenix he had built himself and entered the posture of flying.

"Kindness is sometimes harsh. Not turning anyone off means [not allowing anyone to rest]. Not destroying means [never ending]. You know what I mean? No, I don't know."

Kufu, the grin spills out of the mouth of the god of the living.

"At best, wash your neck and wait. Because of his kindness, Lato will inflict maximum suffering on you. At that time, you will finally understand."

Phoenix floats in the universe. "The Ceremony of the Horn" with the little god of the Reality on board rises in such a way that it builds strength, causing wind around it.

Hanumoon finally threw a glimpse over his shoulder at Ayja.

He said, "Don't piss me off. I might piss off a man."

That's what I said, but at the end of the day, the young back flew into the sky trying to get sucked in.

Fast.

The little figure, along with the phoenix, disappears quickly.

Either way, if you look into Ayja's eyes, it's not a big hassle to track down.

But he didn't try to.

"... hehe... hehe..."

The boy of beauty was trembling. Trembling, he was spilling an irrepressible voice from his mouth.

Eija's face, which at some point leaned deeply, was wrapped in a long redhead curtain, and she could not know what expression she was giving.

"... ugh... ugh..."

Are you crying or laughing? It also makes your shoulders and back tremble tremendously and looks like you're getting cold.

"...................................................!

Eyja, trembling to the point of danger, eventually scratched both arms and crossed them with her chest to embrace her body.

Keep your back round for a dozen seconds.

The impulse to storm within his body gradually subsided, and after a while Ayja's body was completely stationary.

As if frozen.

"... Phew..."

exhale. He shouldn't need something like that, which is AI, but still Ayja took a big, deep breath. And

"I see, thank you, Vikilil"

I thank the god of the living who is no longer here.

Face up, the forehead curtain opens, and the boy's beauty is exposed again.

"Oh, of course. The wrath of My Master Ragdis, let's just take it. With this whole spirit of mine. to the last drop."

sunny it was just a sunny look.

As if the possession had fallen, it leaps into the dark brown eyes with a sunny brilliance in it.

Eija looked up at the fictional sky she had prepared herself, received fictional sunlight, and opened her hands to breathe heavily into the fictional atmosphere.

"... Looking forward to it..."

With a full smile, as for the dreaming maiden, Ayja calls her name.

With a sweet voice who left herself to trance.

"Come on, complete my game quickly, My Master"

The name of the thinker.

"Ragdishalt......"