Sanzen no Souru Supina

Heavy fighting continues in the graveyard front yard.

But Ashley believed in Zion and Isma and infiltrated the angry battlefield into the "paragram" on her ass.

A passage made of unfamiliar material was stretched out like the eyes of a net.

But Ashley doesn't feel bad about this structure.

It's not a structure to get you lost. Different pictograms and courses represent the way forward.

Ashley rebuffed (soldered) the map shown by Zion.

The path I tapped into the back of my brain is leading me to the center of Ashley.

I thanked my parents for the brains they gave me.

If you look back a dozen times, you have the confidence to remember most maps and intervals perfectly.

I thought you were good at this kind of thing Alma, and I felt like I got lead poured into my stomach, though.

Heading ahead, Ashley will confront Alma.

Ashley still couldn't decide what decision to make then.

Keep it up, and Ashley will shake off her strays. Not yet, not then.

Jumped straight into a compartment called the relay coupling shaft.

If you pass through here, the central section is in a straight line: the depths of the "paragram" are waiting there.

It was then that a figure appeared in front of Ashley, who was diseased.

He was lowering his bizarre tortuosity, which had previously curved.

It wasn't Alma.

Nahatwerg.

I could tell in an instant. One of Ten himself who wandered around Alma and made this case.

That's what was waiting for Ashley.

King Grant was right.

It was lightweight.

Boots with specially machined soles in dark blue leather armor that absorbs light. Stall to cover and conceal the mouth.

Nahat showed up at what only seemed to be the execution force of the assassination.

There are no words for each other.

Ashley went in without killing the momentum.

No questions asked.

It was a waste of time. Activate Blaze Wheel.

Ashley has deliberately stopped thinking about what the end would be if this super-defensive ability were wielded against the human body.

And I have even strictly admonished its use.

That's because it's too inhumane.

However, there is no hesitation about Nahat.

Ashley discerns that ambition is smoking (dull) behind a man's rough eyes.

Ashley also felt the identity of a man named Nahat who did Scion and said, "It doesn't smell good."

When it comes to intuition, the signs of evil were too clear.

The smell of irresistible evil was stuck with the man.

Perhaps Nahat will take Ashle's charge with his sword and body.

The weight difference between Nahat and Ashle, which beats on the upper back, is roughly fifteen giros. High formula to be taken out.

If the blade of the anterior curved nahat falls through the shield and puts it over the head, in this state of unprotected armor, it can only be a battle.

That's why Ashley went out on this method of warfare.

The opponent made this one young, betting on the first shot he would insult as a small soldier.

It is difficult to see Ashley's moves in those who do not possess the ability to do so = "Spindle".

Regardless if it involves a visualization phenomenon such as flames, it was mostly unrecognizable if an invisible force field unfolded, as in Blaze Wheel.

In this case, by blowing up his own sword and flesh, he finally notices the mistake.

At least the consolation was that the crushing was an instant.

The moment of clash came right away.

My liver got cold in the field of crushing humans, but I raise my voice and pay my cowardice (today).

It was that moment. The chills ran beneath my feet.

Immediately afterwards, according to her instincts, Ashle is throwing her body forward.

Holy Shield: The deployed force field of "Blanvel" came into contact with the floor and threw it into the universe as it spun Ashle's body around.

Ashley barely turns to the passive.

I'm getting more cold sweats.

The sword of Nahat ran under his feet like a creature.

On the contrary, Nahat himself crawled at high speed, without hands or feet on the floor, following the sword.

Keep it pointed at Ashley, too.

That's the Holy Knight.

"What's going on?!

"" Blanvel. "Yes, it was in the princess's dossier. You're an awesome shield. One of the traditional family heirlooms to the Balaje family. So Omae is Ashledau? I think you're a kid and you're not alarmed. You're a holy knight, you don't lick it."

The sword of Nahat reclaimed the snail, making a strange noise like a combination of bones.

"" Needs Hog "and" Cudrak "- names of swords and armor. It's not just Omae and the others. It's not equipped like that."

Ashle was in shock. But it wasn't in the properties of Nahat's talking arsenal.

The enemy has a "Spindle" capability.

The fact was beating Ashley down. That, too, is enough to face Ashle, the Holy Knight.

No way, a cold sweat conveyed my spine.

The death of the soldiers we saw at the border passed behind our brains. Convinced.

That miserable, everything was the work of this man.

Ashley was oblivious to this man's existence, distracted by his desire to help Eunice and by the mighty presence of Gran.

I can't help it. I've been fighting for the last few days without sleep.

Dust appeared somewhere in my judgment and memory, and it was a natural situation.

Even if I knew I was, my regrets burst out in words.

"Stupid!

"Let's teach him who loses the war common traits. I can't acknowledge reality."

I heard the wind hanging up.

Ashle reflexively puts up a shield.

Ghan, and the unpleasant sound of metal rubbing (su) sounded on the coupling shaft.

The shaft itself was a large space, but the aisle was only about two meters wide.

It was structured like a crossing corridor through the hollow.

It's like fighting on a suspension bridge.

The blade of Nahat cannot see its orbit.

The blade itself is a structure that varies like a snake's bone, and besides, it becomes like a whip, assimilated to the surrounding landscape and almost invisible.

That was the characteristic of Needs Hog.

Ashley's defense was a miraculous reaction and a coincidence.

Nahat breathes while keeping his distance. Soon he will blame me.

The all-in-one offensive move: Blaze Wheel is not a move that can unfold for so long. It was originally designed to protect the user from flying ultra-high heat particles when shooting Shivnir.

From a few seconds, long and ten seconds. Earlier moves have already lost their effect.

I used a great deal of skill to keep standing up, and continued to drive (Shiku), but it was on Ashle's shoulder greatly.

"I've never seen a guy who couldn't kill himself with this trick."

Nahat's voice was even mixed with mild praise.

Ashle desperately wanders her hip pouch as she shields.

There was a handful of chemicals in the characteristic flask.

Isma lent it to me, including the porch.

Sadly, none of them are broken.

Ashley's earlier unusual reception was due to her shelter for this drug.

The flask is crucified in the mouth area and has a shape that is easy to pluck through. The bottom was pointed and optimized for throwing.

Ashle let go without hesitation when she unplugged the first bottle from being handcuffed to the porch.

Fit the opponent's slashing rhythm and slap the shield against the blade.

For a moment, the blade tip of "Needs Hog" slipped away. I threw it.

A dramatic effect occurred.

A flame rolls from a flask that smashed and scattered on the floor half a step ahead of Nahat.

The flame-enhancing chemicals were filled into the flask.

Ashley stepped up to the bar.

Too much curtain pull.

But I don't have time to be in love. Ashle spared little time confirming Nahat's life and death. The passage extends behind Ashle.

I tried to run out.

It was a mistake.

Was it by chance that that blow escaped, any divine blessing, or the gap created by Nahat's impatience that unleashed the move?

The "Needs Hog" rubbed off (just now) by slicing a piece of skin through Ashle's head.

"Suddenly I'm on fire. Oh, is that what the Holy Knight does? Damn, I'm in a real hurry. It had to be Cudrak. Oh, it was a round burn."

When Nahat stood behind the flames.

I don't think you've come all the way through the burning flames.

"I'm just passing under the floor. As you just saw, Koitz is free to control the friction that occurs in between while keeping the wearer friendly with the surface that comes into contact with him. If you give him torque in the Spindle, he'll be free to skate on walls and ceilings."

It's perfect for a dirty job like mine. Nahat laughed masochistically.

"If you go home, you'll have a warm bed and a wife, right? You've never had a problem eating, have you?

Look, I'm not trying to do this to you, I just had a little dream.

I've been crawling around the ground. You don't mind if I look at you like a jerk. Don't be monopolistic, you aristocratic boy. "

Nahat showed his true nature for the first time.

To Ashley, it seemed mundaneously like a legitimate demand.

It feels like the best way to put it. These few days of battle had completely changed Ashle's roots.

I'm not getting any aversion to Nahat.

I just have to make sure of one thing, Ashley thought.

"That's how you convinced Alma"

"Oh?"

Nahat, who predicted that accusations and truthfulness would fly away, let his eyes glimmer as he ate the shoulder watermark.

"That's how you persuaded Alma that you want to make good the income and expenditure of your life confiscated by the aristocracy. So Alma helped Omae"

Pokan, and Nahat opened his mouth.

Next thing I knew, I was laughing. Look up at the heavens and put your hands on your face.

But only the left eye won't let go of Ashley for a moment.

"It's not like that. That princess still wants her country and country back. You want your glorious past back. There's nothing to say about the inhabitants who admire themselves there.

That's why I said it. This is a salvation.

Then he stuck me up. I haven't been a great saint monarch. Anyway, I bet my soul on one of my dying daughters.

But it's not for the king. The one who can't get his hands dirty, the one who gets crushed by his own responsibility, he can't be king. "

That's why I decided to do it. Said Nahat shamelessly in his thick face.

"Let's save the people, too. Because it's an important workforce, a source of income. Well, you know, Alma is no queen. Used though."

"You faked it."

"It's convenient. It's kind of a waste of flesh to rot in such a stinking temple, just tight. Since I was a little girl, I've been planting them for about a hundred years."

"It's not."

Ashle's eyes were angry.

It wasn't hate, it was, like, pure rage all around.

Did Omae fake Omae's own beliefs and flirt with Alma?

Ashle remembered her fierce anger at the matter.

At this time, if Nahat had communicated his purpose to Alma as a belief from the beginning, and Alma was in tune with it, Ashle might have forgiven Nahat.

At the end of the day, that's because it's just a bunch of recurring downwards stories.

Because it's inevitable to dream of something trampled up.

But Ashley could not see that she had falsely belied others.

Nahat did not see Alma as a comrade from the beginning.

I treated it as a tool.

Moreover, he is a user of Spindle, a force that can resist destiny.

I couldn't forgive that.

Nahat didn't seem to understand Ashle's reason for that anger.

"You're not making sense."

"To Omae."

"Kill"

On the slaughter carried out, Ashley threw a second time.

I shouldn't have seen it.

However, after being slaughtered many times, Ashle has been able to grasp the rhythm of what should be called the timing of Nahat's sword trident.

In a word, Ashley was also a knight.

And white smoke blocked between them.

Ashley turns herself over.

Nahat decided it was blind.

White smoke occurred as close to Ashle. If it's toxic, it can't be used at close range.

And in the first position exchange, the passage to the deep was open behind Ashle.

Nahat considered this an escape. Move on to pursuit. I jumped towards the white smoke.

He was screaming, "Let it go." I felt like a hunter.

Shortly afterwards, the atmosphere swirled.

The jaw gate of the Invisible Warcraft was waiting there.

Ashley didn't run away.

I had no reason to turn my back on such a man.

Knock down from the front. Usually squarely grand.

But all this time, we talked differently.

It was the same way Nahat made Alma, and he was going to make Nahat get paid.

Invitation by speech.

Roll it in smoke, flutter it, and eat it.

The cry of Nahat, which would make a blowing chest worse, did not, however, belong to the Terminator.

While his left arm and cheek were crushed, Nahat was forced to expand the Needs Hog.

It rested on the edge of Ashle's shield, spraying Nahat.

Demon Sword: The tip of the "Needs Hog" fell on the fence of the aisle, and Nahat disappeared beyond it.

Ashle lay on her knees and breathed on her shoulders.

Sweat flows down like a waterfall. It was severely worn out.

But if you don't go.

Putting his strength into his blurred eyes, he slaps his laughing knee and Ashle stands up.

The final point to aim for: Eunice's waiting "paragram" deep (Shin-Oo) was current.