Sanzen no Souru Supina

Norman, who recognizes the enemies surrounding him, uses both of his arms to expand Arman, the Focus.

sounded dangerous.

The surface armor, which was pure white, cracks and reveals an internal structure made of gold.

It raised its voice as if it were the roar of a dragon stripping its fangs.

Obviously, nails the size of which could not be taken in, either massively or structurally - no, the palm itself with the large nails - had changed between the blinks as much as the two Norman forearms.

A black spark crosses between its claws without sound.

"Hey, is that a weapon you can use and be okay with?

Isma asked with a gaze looking up from the bottom.

"The output squeezes. Damage is minimal."

Norman answers without even a nickel.

I was just saying.

Stay away from me.

"Not even close."

Norman attacked without warning the monsters who had suddenly lost their lead by flirting with the columns of light that stood from the sea.

I think Isma figured out why Norman was single-ridden, shields and spears alike, on Ignaş territory, which was once a "closed corridor".

In the Igo Village defense battle in Ignache territory, he watched its transcendental physical skill, but even in all that crisis, Norman did not release the power of "Arman".

Even when we were surrounded by an army of more than a thousand dead people.

I see why.

That power is too brutal.

Atrocities, you might say.

Enough to alarm your allies, not your enemies.

One of Frama's droppers put up a dagger with a strange shape to take the attack. On the contrary, Arman disappeared without even any resistance to his head.

In an instant as the waves erase the paintings painted on the sand.

When Norman paid for the dropper's abdomen with his left hand to return, all that remained was a stain created by almost trembling flesh pieces and sea water already.

The bright white bloodshot that was about to blow up is wiped away without a trace while it is in the universe.

And to its power, Norman didn't even change his expression.

No exaltation, no itching, I do everything like a pale task.

If you dare, like a monk who does holy lessons.

Neither shield nor armor makes sense in front of the golden and pitch-black storm that its pure white outfit winds up.

It was an overwhelming outrage, if not for Focus as well - for example, Ashley's Shield: Like "Blanvel" - to receive.

Isma decided to cover the front and alerted herself to surprise raids from the surroundings and ambushes.

and a dagger stands in front of him.

"Wow."

Izma peeled her eyes off.

Norman took out another one of Frama's droppers.

It was a one-sided fight.

That's when the bouncing monster's prize flew in.

I almost cried, and Isma cried.

There's more to stray bullets than that.

Then, uh, I paid attention to that dagger.

From the blade, its huge pattern drew attention.

The pattern is unusually large.

Dagger, this is more of a pile.

The blade was secondary and the body seemed to be a pattern.

It had been sculpted in refinement, but it was definitely bone.

Isma knows no other creature with such a giant bone than a dragon.

No, I reconsidered.

Earlier, I wondered if it would be possible to have a frama body that attacked us.

Then I noticed the identity of the statue carved there.

It is wet with sea water and the body fluids of the fallen children, and it is very glowing.

Holy maiden offering prayers.

I just didn't know if Isma had that maiden as a frama or my sister: Aigis.

Because that face was armored with a mask.

If it is as Norman told the myth, in the end the sisters should have been indistinguishably alike.

I had a bad feeling, trying to touch my hand.

The scent of the spell, Isma smelled it there.

This guy, he got a voice out of nowhere.

"Norman, never eat a dagger! Yabe, yabe, something smells amazing!

"Originally! A curse or something, huh?

To put it any further, Isma is forced to avoid it.

The slow movement of the droppers was some kind of feint.

I got caught off guard and put one in time.

Faster than you can imagine.

Gyun, and suddenly one swung a dagger and shook it down.

Shh, shh! Izma pulls the blade out and waves as she rolls like a solo over the floorboard.

A set of daggers curved like flames.

He dropped it and cut it off while rubbing it under his feet.

The dropper raised his voice with a strange bug squeaking in the fire.

It is scratched.

Bright white fluids erupted.

Sweet, milky smell.

There is a rise in raw hot air.

"Duh, give me a break, already."

I felt Izma compare its unusual sight alternately with its own gains (eh).

Two swords were broken. Cut off the roots.

"If I cut it off a few times, is this it! Even if it was simple, it was bracketed with such a strong curse, right? That's pompous, can you break it like a toy? What the hell, these guys"

"The droppers are connected with Frama in those chains. I am no longer one heart. So I guess you're taking over some of Frama's inviolability as a god"

I broke in between Isma and the dropper, where Norman took the distance.

Instantly finish one in front of you.

"What's that weirder weapon than that?

"The one with the pretty girl figure?

"The one with the statue of Saint Frama?

"Again, you think so"

Isma was strangely impressed that only in the direction she wanted to understand would she try to understand reality, which seems to be a very clergyman in a way.

Well, fine, I coughed.

"From earlier on, thanks, you thought it was odd. Droppers, my body is twisted so pathetic that I feel united in my impression even though I look all different. Now I know why."

Look, Isma pointed.

"Those guys don't use their original heads as heaven and earth.

I almost chewed it up and said, this figure is acting as a head.

So, you see, the one that's looming right now is flank, the one behind it is back, the other shoulder, that's where the heavens are pointing.

That's not a decoration.

The one who's been inserted with the same dagger that's rolling in there is going to be a family member of Frama!

"Pathetic —— even, shall we stop being human and, on top of that, get even more company? You still think there's something untrained in this life?"

No, Isma said to groan.

I don't think so.

What do you mean? Norman asks as he prepares to intercept.

"I don't think these guys are untrained and imminent."

Izma watched the droppers again.

If you look closely, it also looks like it has a number of breasts.

Isma's intuition turned into certainty at this moment.

"I want to help. These guys, from this overly tough world, they're going to help someone, and they're going to add more of their own kind with that one heart! For these guys, it's me who's pathetic!

"To the high ground!

Norman instructed as he heard Isma scream behind his back.

Isma followed without hesitation.

And he gazed into his eyes to see beyond the dark fog, which wouldn't clear up if there were strong winds.

Shimmer, the light strip is sweeping the sky.

Late, the roar arrives in the wind.

Only there, for a moment, the fog clears.

In response, a thunderbolt happened so close to the sea level.

A bright blue spark swirls.

Hundreds of meters were away from each other.

"Ashley! Princess!

Isma yelled at Norman. It's happening.

We're engaged.

"Let's merge. Which one?"

Prioritize which? and Norman heard.

He quickly kicks the succeeding trinity and rushes up the high ground.

It is only at times like this that the use of light-dressed body surgery demonstrates its main purpose.

From the defensive battle, an obvious focus on mobility and agility and secrecy was matched as an operation.

Archbishop of Catel Island, who made Norman infiltrate alone: Dashkamarier's decision is correct, Isma thinks.

However, for a priest, thinking is too tame for battle.

"Ashley side, I guess."

Be reasonable.

I said it with a face like Izma chewed up the bitter bug and looked seriously at Izma with a face that Norman seemed unexpected.

"Oh, my God, that face"

"The princess —— His Royal Highness Theonzafir -- I thought it was."

"Um, I'm judging you reasonably.

I don't always do stupid things.

The princess, uh, is an advanced night demon, even if she can see it. Some scratches. Then I'm not even scared.

That's right, that dagger could suck, but that's not how it hits you.

You saw the princess's sword, didn't you? Saint: Holy Sword inherited from Luguin: "Rose Absolute".

For enemies like this one, it's almost invincible. "

Guru, do you feel that?

Isma rotates her hands to represent turbulence.

"By contrast, Ashley's Spear:" Shivnir, "'cause, well, that's awesome.

But this time, it's too awesome.

It's too powerful, and besides, the range is too long to shoot horizontally.

I thought you might get us involved.

Water vapor explosion if it hits the surface poorly on fire flames with seared air even if it doesn't hit it.

If it's not the old one, I can't shoot him in.

That's what I thought. You idiot.

Omae is a saint! How can you be certified to die! You're too kind, you idiot!

Will even my real brother be so worried?

Norman turned a deep smile to Isma, who cared so much about Ashley that he thought so.

"What, uh, Mr. Izma, you're a good one, a grin like that"

"Nothing else, though."

"I'll tell you what, when the old man's around, Isma tends to get sick."

To Isma's remarks, Norman quickly ran his gaze around.

"Do you feel it? Survivors?

I'm not getting through. It's been diverted again.

Koitz, the Iron Wall clergyman (Full Metal Ikes Priest), thought Izma.

"What's up, let's go"

"No, fine. That's okay. Thanks to you, I got a little chilled out."

There was something I wanted to ask you. Isma scratched her head.

"What do you want to hear?

"How true is the myth you've told me so far?

Isma said in a tone reminiscent of a cold knife.

From its sober mouthfeel, it is not intended to degrade Ixism.

However, it turns out that Isma confirms a series of stories about the enemy as a marvel in front of her, namely Frama.

"As for the sad thing with the bumps of a silly man, it's so-so.

That being said, I'd like to laugh at the fact that you're gay —— Norman, you're wearing the artifact that appears in that myth. "

You can't make me laugh, Isma said below.

Black Flame Vessel that Destroys Everything: "Arman".

The spikes of both arms that Norman let unfold - between the golden claws hidden in pure white surface armor until they unfolded, black thunder like a spider's nest crosses.

That's what you're trying to say.

Norman said, paying attention to his surroundings without alarm.

Nothing is more dangerous than standing talkin 'on the battlefield.

That would be the same as a "spindle" capable man, who dies in a single blow if a steel claw goes into a steep field.

"I'm not trying to tell you. That's exactly what I'm saying."

"I see, go on"

Norman encourages the rest of the day.

It doesn't look like it blames Isma at all.

If Norman was just a solid clergyman, he wouldn't have been able to see a statement questioning the doctrine of a man of earthspiders.

The valiant warrior was not just a touch.

Because a battlefield is a place where you die from something you can no longer look directly at reality.

Norman, in that sense, was definitely elite.

"Then don't hesitate to blow it.

The story of the sad love between two angels and one knight —— and this drifting temple, which is embedded as if to repeat the story, is equipped with all the artifacts and knights that are the keywords of the story.

The knights are two.

Even the princesses, who may play sad love for you, are here.

It's like we've got a cast to recreate the myth.

- That's the kind of spell I have. "

Isma shrugged her shoulders and showed them. You know what I'm trying to say? gesture that.

"It's like a theatre that praises saints, huh?

"Yes, like the divine dance that is served in front of God. Well, it's the same for both."

Because of that, Normans, I heard the point of view from the Ixists.

For the most part, Isma suggested that we listen to the earthspiders.

"I don't have time. Briefly."

"Okay, let's try. Just a matter of concern, briefly."

Isma continued without breathing.

"For many clans who live in darkness, not just earthspiders, theatre and kamikaze of devotion are not merely festive offerings.

It's a fine ritual that recreates past events and houses fragments of the power of the English spirits and gods of the past that should have left them.

Because it's a specialist "spindle" capable person —— Oracle.

And that's temporary, but it does allow us to gain mighty power.

In years, or decades, the invasion of the Dark Families is revitalized because, after such rituals, powerful leaders emerge.

Can we get this far?

There was a slightly surprising look on Norman's iron skin.

I can't help it.

Because the ecology of earthspiders has still been considered a mystery in the world.

"Can you tell such a secret to us, to mankind?

"If silence prevents us from averting a crisis we might visit ahead, Norman wouldn't even like it, would he? Uh, hey, town, you're gonna want to lift my vessel decadence, but I don't have time for this. I'll hurry."

Shh, shh, and Isma shook her fingertips.

"Such a big ritualistic spell affects the accuracy of the stage and situation, as well as the depth of the performer's immersion, in many ways, the intensity of the power to express"

"To become, and the precision of the stage that allows to become,"

"I don't know."

Isma had a great (awesome) grin.

"And I think this drifting temple is perfect as a replicator of its mythology."

"I see Isma's concerns are becoming more comprehensible."

Norman replied with a view with an artifact/"Arman".

"Hey... lift me up for a second."

"I mean, someone is intentionally trying to recreate a myth that used to be," he said?

"Really, Norman, that's a pragmatic strain.... Well, it's just that this guy is my personal concern.

Besides, the weak part of the rationale is that you don't know who the profits are or who they are.

I wonder what kind of reproducibility - if any - makes sense to once again "a knight with an Arman tries to destroy a frama that was once destroyed”. Who the hell is this ritual for? "

Low, Norman roared.

Izma's point of view was indeed sharply wearing (though) the essence of this case from the side.

"But that's not why you're holding hands."

"You totally agree with that opinion. I just don't like the feeling of being thrown into this scripted world by someone."

"If there is an enclosure, only eat and break"

To Norman, who laughed furiously, Isma nodded with half consent and half.

"Uh, simplicity like that might be harder to hook up with. I can only think about it now. Just leave it in the corner of your head."

By the way, Isma asked as she broke up the conversation and armed herself.

Really, like at last.

"Hey, Dashkamarie--can I ask you something about Catel Island Parish and Archbishop Yajas?

That's when the second light strip ripped through the sky and sounded as the thunderbolt flew a thunderbolt (snake) to answer it.