Sanzen no Souru Supina

In that glowing place, the descending king of pure white: Gran said, looking similarly to the maiden of pure white, unblemished.

He asked his daughter, his own granddaughter, who was no other, and a vessel of two nowadays merged hearts.

"Pregnant, my ideal lord. Savior."

"Yes, I feel it"

And the Virgin answered his presence, which was both Alma and Eunice.

"Does it bring salvation?

"It is salvation that governs the earth with glowing glory forever and guides the people well. Troubleshooting, straying, eliminating betrayal. We will wipe out all irrational and disorderly things from this world."

"Save the people."

"No, the people will not save. The people are servants. But I'm a happy servant.

In the world to come, from the responsibility to think, from the responsibility to do, from the responsibility to decide and govern, from its filth and humiliation and corruption, because they are completely free.

Good guidance is, that's what I mean. "

A shadow painting of the royal palace, lit and burned by the inhabitants, passed through Alma's brain, which he tells in a sober tone.

The life of a girl who was captured and plucked from her dignity as a human being went on.

"The people are livestock.

But that's mixed livestock.

Most of the hardships of man's world come from troubles.

Where to go, what to do, what to believe.

Because I don't know, I suffer.

- In the world to come, the people have already been saved.

from the troubles that are the root of suffering "

"So who do we save?"

"Give me the ruler. The victor. who reign and bring order to the world."

Let us be the back shield of those who take responsibility for themselves.

Let us be the light to show the legitimacy of that rule.

Save only those who are given hind fingers by those who do not do it, and who are slandered by the troubled, and driven by the undecided - like the blame without being done - who have been ordained to be responsible.

"Only in that world does man know true freedom.

Because there is no wrong role for those who are truly right - proven by the backshield of those who are so glorious - to assign. "

Without starvation at all, alone the two Virgins: Alma and Eunice said.

"That's the kingdom (Marcto). Promised Land"

I don't know. Gran agreed.

"Then make it a princess Almastella. It's a unis frau. Virgin Mary, who should raise the Promised Lord, give me my last role."

shifting, and the arm of the "paragram" lifted.

Alma smiled and watched as Nerd concentrated at the tip of the luminous spike (Dextras).

An unlimited “evil” was about to arise to prove the goodness of the “Lord” who was born.

"Princess, come on, come back soon."

Isma is trembling in the bushes of the high ground.

Suddenly the runoff of Gran began.

Not so much an orbit as a mouth, but an explosive black cloud gushed out of Gran's flesh, winding a vortex.

Countless calluses ran through the surface of the black clouds, and supermassive low barometric pressure seemed to have descended to the ground.

Everything around you is dragged into the dark clouds by the dreaded suction.

An earlier Nahat giant who was fighting each other, or slightly but predominantly, was ambushed by that black storm and made a scream that did not seem to belong in this world.

Ashley and the others returned in the midst of the chaos.

"Hih, princess. Yeah!

Izma hugged Zion, who looked like he was diving through the bush.

Wow, with a strange voice, with a crying face.

All this time, Theon didn't let Isma get in the way either.

"You kept me waiting. How long did it take?

"It was serious, too, because it sucked. It was really bad."

"Isma, very much, succinctly, please"

"Not for a moment, supposedly."

"How long till Dawn Pay"

"About a moment and a half...... yeah, princess, yeah! Clothes, clothes are ah ah ah ah!

Awww, and Isma panicked as she stuck her fingers of both hands in her mouth.

Oh, and Theon responded with a flat voice.

I'm trying to fit in with Gran's plan.

Well, Ashley was asked to agree.

"Oh, uh, yeah"

"At stake, I managed to get out, but I lost my clothes"

"With a depressing move?

"Yes, with a depressing move. Nah."

Kokun, it was the best ashle to snort and show.

Isma looked suspicious for a moment, but quickly got back to smiling.

"Well, that's okay."

It's just that this one sucks. Izma turned to the truth and told them both.

You can see that, but the two of you who got the report wasted the extra time of the scratch.

"Of, it seems. Hurry up and rearm."

Ashley hastily stopped Theon from wrapping Hands of Glory around his complexion.

"No armor on your complexion. Injury and skin injury"

Until then, Ashle, who had confirmed a touching reunion with Vitrion, the rider, said this, and took off his jacket, which was entangled.

The upper body was revealed, flesh more forged than expected was exposed to the outside air.

Isma raised her voice softly.

"It would be awesome if I took it off ~," said Ashley, scratches, scratches, awesome scratches!

I didn't notice because of the clothes, but there were countless bite marks and scratches running vertically and horizontally on Ashle's neck and back.

"I thought it would tingle."

"What, were you beaten up by a wolf?

Or, hey, if you don't disinfect it quickly, because wildlife fangs and nails can mediate pus or disease.

To Isma's genuine concern, Ashle felt sorry for some reason.

"What, you've never seen this wound? Bear or tiger? Jaguar?"

"No... bats, I guess?

"Giant? Batty?

"Isma, hurry up."

"No, princess, I'm ready. That's right, Ashley. You have to disinfect the wound. Later, from Kowaii."

But Isma said looking at the wound.

Kun, and his nose was moving vibrantly.

The complete goodwill was becoming fleshy from the direction of the unknown to the fact that it should never be known.

"Something smells good. It doesn't smell like a beast at all. Ashley, you're a knight, but a perfumer?

Exactly in a hurry, Theon went hard.

It is literally a measure of abandonment.

"Yeah, or is the sheet still out of the way? Was I there, hey, was I?

Buh, and made an obvious noise, Theon took off his sheets.

For a moment, everything about Zion was revealed there.

There shouldn't have been a second until Ashle's jacket and a costume made of shadows hid it.

But Izma was looking back at the speed of thunder and just her neck, burning the scene to her eyes. Then I blew a river of blood. From the nose. It is the Great River.

The sense of smell will be useless for a while.

"Glad to be alive"

He killed his sense of smell, yet Isma said with a serene face that seemed to chant the sentence of his resignation.

He lay on both knees and looked on the face of those who saw a miracle.

"I'll never forget today."

"I don't want to make mistakes."

Ashle desperately pretends to enter the preliminary motion of the attack in front of Isma, who weeps and bleeds silently, to cause her to lose her memory.

Instead of memory, I could have wiped out my life.

"I saw it, I saw it."

"Yu, friendship wow!

I was thanked by Isma for the odd momentum.

It was only a matter of concern to Ashle whether or not she was considered a homosexual in Isma.

Theon is turning bright red to his ears and he's getting depressed.

It was then that the screaming of deafness rose.

descent (download), and it was a sight worthy of calling.

A pillar of light was poured into the center of the storm, into the heart of the disaster, into the twisted flesh of the Gran.

But it wasn't angels or anything like that that came down.

That was merging with Gran as he descended.

It was a sight to remember the chills where saints and evil intersect.

Whether to find beauty there or to see absolute animosity, it would have been a sign of the human heart.

It had huge horns that were disputed with the crown.

Floating six arms of blood vessels pulsating with the helix (once). A bunch of skeletons, thick and scaled muscles that are distinctly different from those of humans.

And there was an unlikely gap between them, breathing a powerful cursed, twisted black skeleton that was building Gran's carcass inside.

Further behind it I saw a flame that could not be put out by water.

Sometimes the flame blew from the fallen orbit.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

of the flesh. There were six seemingly grown wings from here, each of which belonged to an individual triple user demon.

"Grand Baraza Ignacious!"

Rippled, and Ashley clenched her teeth. The same modus operandi was carried out by Zion at the exact same time, calling his name in the same way.

That was for a reason on the penitentiary where Gran's true appearance revealed the appearance of the Demon King.

A human was suspended. Shackled, the pure white dress ripped open.

"Eunisus, Alma!

Little Ashley screamed.

I didn't disturb it because the power of the Will was forcing Ashley to calm down.

Izma was arousing (kanking) the power of "Spindle," putting her hand on Ashle's shoulder.

"Those are their hands. Take away the calm by showing the misery of the important things to the beholder. Don't get on my hands."

Ashle looked at Isma in the eyes of trust.

Ashley appreciated a man named Izma when he was really the most dependable man at times like this.

Isma said in a dignified voice, keeping her hand on Ashle's shoulder.

"But I was surprised. Ashley's thinkers are seriously cho beauties, aren't they? I thought you were lying."

No, there it is, and Ashley got a shoulder watermark.

"But, Gran... you have a bad taste - why, why, peel, like, all the way!

In a trick not shown to many children, Isma stripped (Mm) of something.

Ashley often worried whether the foreword should be withdrawn.

Descendant King: Gran struck that enormous slaughterhouse into the flesh of a bucket that was once Nahatberg.

Wearing the head of that bucket, the platform stood deep on the ground, whispering with an unlimited resentment.

Gran couldn't get tired of it enough and ripped off the former "Needs Hog", which he turned into Nahat's right arm.

When the poison is removed from the bone without the appearance of intent, it is placed on the left hand side.

Then summoned the main weapon (Primary Weapon).

It stood at the center of Gran's chest plate.

Both Ashle and Zion looked familiar.

Holy Relics: "Dextrus".

That's what Gran got.

When Grant clapped his hands, (Dextrus) stretched out the pattern like a creature.

As soon as he grabbed through the pattern, Dextrus created himself as a spear.

The pattern consisted of a series of sharp fangs, shaped in such a way that the organism could not handle them.

It was a powerful curse itself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Under his feet, Nahat was still stupid without dying.

Being immortal and infinite suffering were synonymous here.

Shoo, "Needs Hog", which was stripped from Nahat and belonged to Gran, roared and plundered the flesh of Alma, which hung on a sentencing platform.

A pure white costume flew to stir up Ashley's agitation.

A force was put into Isma's hand, which was grabbing Ashle's shoulder, which he accidentally jumped out of.

"I see. Is that your hobby? Gran, Odorabe."

I don't know what it is, but the fragments of the race that are ripped off and exposed to the wind seemed to have given Isma a great deal of emotion.

It was mundane because listening only to what this man said would make me feel like I could go home alive in any desperate battle.

"This is the live feeling. That's what I'm talking about. Ah!

You know, I got hit a little bit, etc., and I have trouble responding because it's what I say with a crisp face.

Isma, who was frustrated (lottery) with Ashle's behavior and intentions, looked back as if she remembered something, with that crisp look.

And he whisketh this, and his luggage, and giveth out of the tools that he was offering to the foot sheep, one thing, a folded garment.

"I was wondering what the size would be, and I didn't give it to you before"

I was offered it. That was just my right arm's protective gear.

It is made of thin but mundane material, and would have been processed with the skin and scales of a beast that I have never seen anywhere else, with terribly hard armor.

But none of them are flexible and obstruct movement.

At first glance, I could intuit it was a godforsaken weapon.

"... this is"

"It was made by processing the skin and scales of thunder dragons. Extremely resistant to current and high heat. It's supposed to be one piece of weaponry, for tactics that punch through the dragon's mouth."

"Isma...... of?

"You promised me you wouldn't do that. Look at the size, dude."

"It's perfect for me..."

As Ashley said, the mundane long handbag covering its fingertips to the chest was perfect as it was attached.

There is a band on the shoulder and on the other side, a way to tie and secure it.

"I see it fits well. He was short handed and footed by a spider."

Isma said it was pale.

"He?"

"Oh, that's my child's favor."

"Kid... I was there"

"You know, Ashley, how old do I look right now?

You know, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Coco, I haven't slept for a long time, so it's not accurate, but even your wife had a bunch of them. Oh, now, you look like shit. "

"But you can't lend me something that important."

"You must be the one who dropped the tools you can use. Mostly, I had a dead human mon, and it really doesn't make any sense! I have to use it!

"Dead?

"That's right, one on Thunder Dragon. All I came back with was my right arm and that. I can't help it. I challenged a creature as powerful as a real storm, I was ready, I guess."

So, you don't have to give it back.

"Just your name for once." Garang Dara "- It's like crashing a storm. Really, it's a set of gear names. In the language of earthspiders.

Even if you carry a big name, it doesn't mean you're gonna lose. "

Isma smacks Ashle's chest hesitating (cum) that she doesn't get it.

I said it in a rare, legendary tone.

"I'm telling you to use all the monkeys you can use. I am -- Gran is a stunning bucket monster. We have to do it until Omae's right hand is out of charcoal with Shivnir's maximum output. And."

And I can't shy away from that, so light mon, that woman, Eunice, is Co.

small poke Ashley again and Isma said.

Ashle looked straight back at Isma.

"I'll borrow it"

Theon watched over his eyelids the friendship of men so far apart that he would laugh if he were only his age.

When Ashle and Isma noticed it, they made a ruthless look at General Princess as soon as possible and said:

"Everybody, have you hardened your gear? Are you ready?"

Izmah, and Zion urged the military master to speak.

"Situation analysis and tactics!

Ha, and Isma responded.

"The shapeless monster beneath his feet is dying due to the descent of as many grans as he did earlier. The deceased are gushing out (yuzu) without a chill.

But Gran is ripping resources to say he did this, so if you blame him until you can't afford it, it won't be a problem.

Descender: Gran is alive, but due to the foggy dressing of the black clouds, I presume melee combat is easier to do than before.

However, it is extremely likely that it will be launched by means such as exhalation (braces) because the frame residue during immortality can be confirmed in the body. It will be exhausted in a dense formation.

A stopped meeting is also dangerous.

It will probably require a large spare motion, so I thought the speed would be a battle to avoid being captured, even after seeing it.

I also assume that the enemy is capable of flying by three demons of use.

Not a hand or a leg if they hold you up against someone with a flying tool. You can call the dead all you want. You can get shot all you want, nothing good.

So first, I'll slap these guys who command the ability to fly. He tangles and catches in the Rose Absolute while holding his head in Ashley's "Shivnir" with the longest attack range.

After you drop it on the ground, you'll feel like a battle. "

"The enemy's ability to attack"

"Except for exhalation, I'll explain."

Ashley, who experienced any of them directly, took over the rest.

Yeah, and both Theon and Izma convinced me.

Appropriateness was about this.

"First, Gran has a weighted move"

"Gravity Sphere."

"I can't move when I eat it. Yet the other person acts. In addition, the weighting increases by overlapping it with the target."

"That's the worst move you've ever made in a riding battle."

"That shield: Can you take it in" Blanvel "?

"It's hard. The precursor to activation is the" spindle "swirling in the palm of my hand, but it's hard to understand."

"It's a move to upset the disrespectful. Sounds like him."

"I'll keep an eye on him. Grasping the flow of" Spindles "is a piece of art. I warn you, Gravity! What?"

Let it go. Both Theon and Ashle agreed.

"And then, though it's that whip-like blade." Needs Hog ". When deployed, it assimilates to the landscape around and becomes almost invisible. It's poisonous on the tip, and it's dangerous just to put it on."

"Let me shoot you down with Rose Absolute. It doesn't matter if I'm poisoned or something."

"And finally," Dextrus ". It's the most dangerous attack. I pour a" twist "on the victim who stood out and" do so ". It's a deadly weapon, whether it's the immortal or whatever."

"Don't eat, do you mean"

"It should be bearable to the extent that it does. Plus, if there's an attack with a physical entity, I'll stop it with a shield. When you have trouble, hide behind me."

"Don't hesitate, let me do that"

Collaboration is important. Izma closed and everyone got confirmation.

"Then the military (briefings) shall be so far"

Let's go, to Ashley, who nodded, just one more thing, Theon said.

"Oh, my God, I guess I've decided on my stomach"

"Yeah."

Ashle said, holding on to Zion's eyes. It was about Eunice and Alma.

"Help"

resolutely, Ashley said.

"Whether this ending was what they both wanted or what was caused it, they wanted us to help them."

Whatever the good and evil of their deeds, it was ourselves and the world to which we belonged that caught them so much as we had to.

I have only ever seen the world in the eyes of nobles.

I was foolishly unaware of the numerous misfortunes that seemed to have been expelled (creeping) and eliminated from the aristocratic world, and of the unreasonableness, and the injustice, to whom they were pressing, and what was protected by pressing.

I was unconsciously unaware that we had been "twisted" and "kept doing so".

I'm sure it's just something you don't understand right now.

But I've only found out one thing.

It's Eunice, Alma, and Gran... maybe even Nahatberg, in a way, the victim of that pressed blame on us.

And suddenly, we now have enough power to help them out of there.

From the dark abyss of its "do so" power. So I help.

If we abandon them here, if we stop thinking about the power to do so on the pretext that we don't have Kiri, we'll lose faith in our justice.

And... "

And Zion urged me first. Ashle took Zion's hand wrapped in armor.

"I still love Eunice. No matter how much you change, how much you blend with Alma, that's Eunice."

I'm doing something untrue, Ashley thought.

As sure as his love for Eunice was, Ashle was aware that the night before her eyes the Devil's Princess seemed dear in herself.

That's why I needed to be clear. your "will."

Even if you find yourself in a disturbing state of mind just before you open the end of the war.

But Theon's reaction went diagonally up Ashle's expectations.

I was hugged. It was a full smile.

It was a smile without lies or lies.

"That's Ashledau"

Good evening, and he was slapped in the back with his armored right hand. It stained the wound.

"Damn, you've done fine. You're a man."

Ashley thought it was like a recruit recognized by an old soldier.

Theon was happy to let go of Ashle's growth.

Ashle could no longer contain the movement of her mind, which was supposed to be stomped off, but which would gladly attract her to Zion.

But reality progresses without such consideration (shuddering) in Ashley's chest.

Everyone rode.

Scion is on Ashley's side. I stood in the rear until I got down to the ground.

"Come on, let's go! It's war! Finish your gambling and wire transfer! Ashley, cut the lid!

Highly, Theon revealed "Rose Absolute," he said. The blue flame went up.

It was the beginning of a long death fight.