Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Let's take a look at what you can accomplish with it."

Saying so, everyone followed Dashkamarier, who took his seat.

The line follows the leading Norman and Dashkamarier, going down a corridor made by digging through the rocky skin of Catel Island.

"Ugh, I dug a lot"

"Everyone in the aisle around here is reworking and using the Agantilis period stuff"

Dashkamarier answers Isma's thoughts.

It must have been a decision for a line to come here.

Already, the passage will be lit with bonfires, and there will be no difficulty in lighting.

"What's the final line of defense when a castle fortress falls?

"If Osmadra's army had attacked us so far, we would have lost the war by then."

Ashle can only watch the archbishop speak plainly to his opponent with a tattered mouth, harrowed.

I don't mind clarity, but Dashkamarier doesn't look like he cared about his originally bulky personality.

On the contrary, it is the end of saying, "I am good about Dashka", etc.

"Nevertheless, Dashka has a nice style"

"He's a lot taller, but he's got his chest in front of him, right?

Ashley's stomach is going to hurt when Isma gets tangled up at her usual rate.

It sounds good to say you're not afraid of things, but there's a limit to things.

"Hey, Izma!

"What? What's going on, Ashley? -If you saw a beautiful woman, you'd have to be rude. Be honest with your mind, do what you think. It's a compliment, so don't hesitate, okay?

"You just want our Tang Wen Wood to apprentice you too."

Pfft, and it was Zion next to Ashle who blew it out.

Norman, who is supposed to be the one who's been hit, is as good as ever, but highly through.

"Amid your strong Ixism, I think you're the only faction that recognizes the beauty of women, the Gretelists."

Instead, cheating, adultery, bigamy are felonies.

Isma held down her groin because Dashka did the trick to chong something.

Theon laughed bitterly, but Ashley can't laugh.

It's a cold sweat in its current form.

Iris and Theon - it's not just about that relationship.

More than a month ago, Ixism was the first empress of the Osmadra Empire of Alam, who became a friend of the enemy: he keeps the royal ring from Askaria.

It was also wrapped in her own handkerchief.

All fabrics that came into direct contact with the skin in the upper class at the time were synonymous with skin clothing, so it was not an ashle whose meaning was unclear.

If Dashka, the archbishop of the Greater sect, were to obey (and) the ceremony with Iris, he knew that it would have to be at least, twice, a little, and Ashle made his expression strong.

"Has the king of earthspiders ever married his wife?

"Oh, I can't remember."

Dashka laughed at Isma, who said frightened.

"Be assured. I don't have the hair to speak to the habits of other races."

Dashka tells me that he is very unlikely to be the leader of the Knights of Religion.

"Ya, but Dashka, you're so beautiful. Excellent style. Mixed up, sir?

I don't want to be impressed with the toughness of Isma getting back on his feet any time soon.

"Even a woman who can't remove a silver mask like this for the rest of her life?

"Can't you remove that?!... you know, Dashka, can I ask you something?

That's not true, Isma said.

"Right. Didn't I tell you? Anyway, yeah. This is my Focus: Seraphim Filament."

Isma wasn't the only one who was out of line.

Ashle, of course, even Zion, who had laughed earlier, stopped walking and gazed at Dashkamarier.

The wretched appearance of Askaria and the drifting temple of the evil god, his venerable Frama, revived vividly behind Ashle's brain.

It should be noted that she was the bearer of the former Seraphim Filament, who squeezed and desperately warned me of all the remaining powers in order not to lose her heart when she was once a Virgin and not to involve Ashle at the end of her saturating collapse.

That was supposed to have been stripped as a sign of punishment by his sister, Aigis, and his knight: Ze Noh.

Aigis, with shame, wears the Seraphim Filament, which was the belongings of his sister = Frama, and hides her face, the forbidden story tells.

And that silver mask gave angels: Aigis the power to look to the future at its price, he said.

The legendary artifact was now in front of me.

The moment I saw the silver mask covering Dashka's face, maybe that was all I had to think of.

However, the aftermath of the chaos and the resurrection from the dying state and even the salvage work of the "Shivnir", which was immersed in the sea, were not followed by anyone.

Sometimes the Archbishop, a woman, fails to ask right why she hides her face.

Are you prepared to abandon your sexuality as something responsible, or for some doctrinal reason, or for a physical defect - to conceal the wound?

Everyone would have imagined.

But the name of the legendary Focus was revealed from the mouth of Archbishop Dashkamarier, his human being.

"It was stripped from the frama... Virgin: of Aigis..."

"Well, you know very well, Holy Knight? Just that knowledge, something that originally belongs to contraindications and prohibitions. It's not something you should talk about very lightly, is it? When the Cardinals hear it, it's a mad level story."

If you let the Inquisitor slip your mouth, you'll be sure of the fire.

Heh, and Dashka resumed her steps and laughed.

"The power of prophecy, then."

"That being the case, Ashledau. Ability of this abominable Focus. Besides, its maximum powers cannot be activated by itself or refused"

Ashle followed him early, behind Dashka, who walked off a line ahead.

The ceiling suddenly got high and went out into a wide space. I hear water.

The reverberation showed that groundwater or rainwater, although not sure, was accumulating a cool amount of water.

The lights of the bonfire reflect on the surrounding rock skin, revealing engraved angel statues.

This is also a chapel.

There was a sound of air coming out of the hole in the ceiling.

I stopped unexpectedly.

There are no angel statues during the Agantilis period, so I guess this was carved in by the Catel Island rulers who found this underground facility.

"What's up, over here, Ashledau?"

Outside the throwing light of the bonfire (Kabi), Dashka called it in the dark.

The aisle was still all the way back, running through the chapel.

Ashley and the others walk as they are invited.

How much would you have walked?

Dashka stopped on the way down the aisle.

And he turned back gently, and returned his heel, and proceeded toward the rock wall.

Oh, there was no hippo either. Norman urges Ashley.

Ashley never jumps in willingly.

It was a hidden door made of an exquisite phantom.

Ashley and the others experienced several types of hidden doors.

For example, a mechanism where you can't get through the gate without using the Spindle (this, for example, means you're free to leave).

At first glance, there was also a passage where one had to throw oneself into the void from a cliff.

On the contrary, Norman told me that there are mechanisms that trap the person who passed by with "spindle" abilities.

It's a mechanism that selectively seals off only the capable.

"Around here, too, is a legacy of the Agantilis era. Be careful."

Dashkamarier warns.

Eventually, Ashley saw the light all the way over there.

It was not a strong light. But it was odd. The fire wasn't on fire.

As we approached the walk, we found that its white light was apparently emitting light across the front aisle.

Materials I've never even seen in milky white - no, I think Ashley.

I've seen this sight before. [M]

And the feeling is right.

Ashle clearly remembered the moment she stepped into that space, when and where she saw it.

It's that dark night of Ignace.

Royal cemetery.

The giant "Focus" that sat deep in it: the vessel of the "Nerd": the "Paragram" - the thought seemed to be the same for Isma, and for Zion.

"No way, isn't this..." Focus "... structure-shaped?

"Even if it doesn't hit me, it's not far away, something like that. That's the man who already put down a two-pillar overload at that age, Ashledau. This was far before the Agantilis Empire - a relic of the old world."

Dashka looked back just at her neck and praised Ashle for her sight.

At the same time, it receives a mixed gaze of confusion and suspicion thrown by Izma and Zion.

Heh, I said a small laugh.

"It's like looking at a vendetta. Princess of the Night Devil, and old king of earthspiders. Let's have a look at everything first. You should decide on that."

Anyway, there are not so many choices.

Norman continues to face back to the front and protect Dashka's back, who walked out again.

When the remaining Ashlets looked at each other silently to ascertain their will, they continued later.

"What, this..."

It was an overwhelming amount of light.

The pure white space was open.

Ashley and the others wandered out inside the building, reminiscent of a circular coliseum.

Not like marble, of a stubborn, strange material architecture with no joints, just that.

A huge blue pillar stands (tight) in its center.

I don't know what the rationale is, but I wasn't able to put it in the tank, so I was shaping vertical columns.

With all the irregularly swinging lighting back on the surface, Ashley found out, yes.

"Para...... grams? No, it's not. Although it's similar... this is"

"" Construx "- one of the countless" portals "manufactured in the old world. It's a device to alter humans and hence interfere with worldviews."

Dashka's words strengthened her body unexpectedly.

Norman and his gaze are involved.

The proud lead knights of the Knights of Catel Hospital did not shake small, and stood there.

Of course, but with all due respect, Norman is here.

The Scion behind it breathes.

Nervous air came through.

Ashley observed the perimeter.

Huge, stationary water columns are terribly transparent and visible beyond.

A white giant tree looks like a bone washed in waves behind it.

No, it's not.

I didn't say no to that in trees or anything.

He broke some belly, forced it to drag out, and made it look like he had stopped sewing with tegus and piles.

However, the fact that its color is pure white only lessens its less grotesque guilt for its work, its physiological aversion.

He is sentenced to death, hanged, and exposed - Ashley has never seen this creature before.

No, Ashley knew something close.

But I wanted to deny my feelings of resemblance.

- It was a group of boulders rolling in the vestibule of that royal cemetery in Ignache territory... yes, to the alien (ibou) gods, or to the Lord of the drifting temple = Evil God: the figure of Frama, indeed, somewhere similar.

"The god of alien appearances - his carcass"

Ashley's twinkle echoed in a deserted space, empty (kukukukuku).

"The god of alien appearances. The carcass? Interesting analogy. … we call you" Your Majesty. "

Dashka answered.

To the shock of the word, Ashle nearly lost sight of her standing.

The word Dashka said: What is "you" - is this a coincidence? - Wasn't Isma talking about the backdrop (tenmari) at Frama's drifting temple, and the silly and mighty behind it?

Another realm like the "Dream" of overlapping in the world: lurking behind the "Garden" and opening the "Passage", the outburst of huge "Spindle" energy by the re-enactment of mythology and the consequent destruction of the worldview - the existence that tried to trigger the "Bloom Tide".

The anomaly of seeing that enormous shadow - a false god - was seen by none other than the English themselves.

To the sketch she wrote - to the silhouette, Ashley feels like an incomprehensible warrior.

Tremors of the same kind as then rush up Ashle's spine now.

Looking back at Isma, he was also looking up at the sight with a pale expression.

Can you say that it is the same as the One you know?

Not to judge - there was agitation in those eyes.

It was something that should not have happened.

The Archbishop, the spiritual backbone and substantive leader of Ixism, the Greater sect, should not have worshipped such pagan idols, nay, in the basement of his home base, etc.

It was a trick.

No way, speculation got my mouth shut.

"Are you telling me this is Construx?"

"I don't know - I do, Ashledau. This is the cornerstone. We, the Gretels, arrived after the history of circulation, the true appearance of this world - a fragment of it."

Once again, the unexplained chills climbed this (ha) Ashle's spine.

Ashle feels more palpitated than ever as she looks back at the sight that is likely to cause dizziness (dizziness).

enough to remember the bitterness.

At some point there was Zion next door.

Hold your chest, with a mixed look of amazement (just as well) and suspicion and disgust.

Never speak, therefore he was looking up to the name of God, who lay low: "The Lord" - and the carcass called by Dashka.

"This is what I mean by your suggestion to save Illis - the identity of the device that makes it possible?!

"Yes, it's the Holy Knight of Extram (Paladin)"

"Archbishop Dashkamarier, are you, like, going to replace Illis with the flesh of Illis!

Shivering as he shrugs, Ashle hits Dashka's back with a voice.

Because Dashkamarier's thrown agenda in the conference room hit Ashle as a decisive reality.

No, you can't be allowed to do that.

Ethics, humanity screams in Ashley.

But Dashka, from such an ashle, was far away with a definite foothold.

He stood on a pedestal supported by a mechanical touch arm (manipulator) and looked back.

Then, come on, I signaled. Towards Ashley.

Make sure with your own eyes.

Ashle trembled in the chills and still walked away.

"Hold on tight."

Moving, Dashka spoke to Ashley, who climbed off to the pedestal.

Momentarily, there was the sound of some unlocking, followed by a floating sensation, and Ashle was to flesh-press on the heart of the "Construx".

Overwhelming presence.

Ashle's whole body grows gross.

It can never be a living creature in nature, and it can also be a demon, an illusory beast or a warcraft, or a mighty dragon clan that will join the family of serpents.

The carcass of a completely heterogeneous organism overlooked Ashley.

of pure white. It was more like an organism made of machines than a mixture of machines and organisms.

Or like a machine built of organisms, it does look.

But I don't see any gears or screws there.

Alchemy or black = (knowledge of gunpowder, etc.), or of the craftsmen's moves that produce teasing puppets, does not apply to any of them.

At least it can't be what the human hand produced, Ashley thought.

I trembled at the awesomeness of Dirty, which became apparent the closer I got.

If I were to mention something strong and similar - that was similar to Focus.

Ashle's Dragon Spear: "Shivnir" But, or the Holy Shield: "Blanvel," and the Holy Sword of Zion: "Rose Absolute."

It seemed to be something like that, created by beings beyond people's knowledge.

The word "transcendent of the Old World" plunders the back of his brain too far to go.

It even had some kind of beauty, shaping beauty.

compelling, demonic.

Yet the unwipe, the disgust, springs up from the bottom of his belly.

"This one, in the distracting years since Agantilis' demise, was never found, and he kept sleeping."

Dashka was calm against Ashle, who couldn't stop trembling.

The pedestal carrying Ashle and Dashka slowly changes course and approaches the front from the side of the carcass of the Lord.

Just when the part of the jaw gate (afterwards) of the carcass was about to come into Ashle's sight.

Ashley discovered that behind that jaw gate (and afterwards), the one sitting in the back, was screwed.

No, it felt more like an altar for sacrificing than a seat, Ashle felt.

"That's, what is it? Looks like an altar. of cult."

"Close - seats for mediators."

"Mediator?

"Spindle man with a special connector."

grin, and glossy lips alone, and Dashka sees Ashle.

Come next door.

There's a Scion looking up this way downstairs. There are also Isma and Norman.

What do you mean, Ashley grabbed the railing next to Dashka and peered into his eyes.

"I told you, Ashledau. Construx said it was a device.

And he also said it was the "portal" - or luxurious gate - created by the people of the old world.

Gates are "built on the boundary between here and there”.

You know what I mean, Ashledau?

This is for dragging out the "laws over there."

It's just a "twist" that makes every wish come true - a vessel that mimics the power of a wonderful and abominable omnipotence - an institution. "

That's why I need a user. Heh, Dashka laughs again.

But the eyes didn't laugh.

Most of all, we humans have always asked for something very similar.

Say it even more profoundly.

"Archbishop Dashkamarier, I don't understand what you're saying"

Ashle returned it with a snail that seemed to stare at Dashka as a result.

To such an ashle, I narrow my eyes and respond to Dashka as well.

"It's not when you're showing the virtues of humility, Ashledau. But if you want to pass through the pretense of a fool who hasn't come here, I will also use a more definitive and clear word."

"A decisive... clear... phrase?

"It's about the Focus we use."

I mean, Dashka said.

"Every Focus is either a Portal - or part of your genealogy - or an option group."

Damn, according to the research that we Gretelists have been secretly pursuing for the last fifty years, it will.

Dashka reveals the rationale for his theory.

Around, I felt my feet shake, and Ashle gripped the railing back hard to make sure.

Among the flesh that was about to lose sight of its standing position, only the brain was calm and clear.

Damn it.

"In other words, the crystals of every knowledge (Echi) that we, the Spindle Capabilities, have asked for and conveyed from ancient times -" Focus "is the same as the carcass of your Lord and their origins, do you say?"

"Anyway, you're right, Ashledau.

In the meantime, this facility in the old world is using this captured "you" as its power and engine department.

What's more, this is initiated by Spindle inspiration, just like any other Focus.

Perhaps I could put it this way.

If we are to redefine the earlier topic more precisely - it is the series of devices that have been separated and made operational in order to extract their "chips" from the carcasses of these "Focus," he said. "

Dashka told him in a clear voice, passing through often.

Ashle's head full of sights of that dark night of Ignace spread.

Terrible imagination brings sickles.

Shortly before he believed in the survival of Eunice and stepped into the graveyard, Ashley saw numerous gods of alien appearance, their (crumbed) statues.

But wasn't that, like, a statue of God or something - a real carcass?

If Dashka's words are correct, aren't those giant alien gods squeezing cusses who were rolling in the front yard of the Royal Cemetery, rightly and equally giant Focus: The Paragram, that's how they were pulled out of the Nerd?

Weren't they carcasses that were sipped (soaked) up by blood-sucking insects?

Such, as the power of the device, was captured, stopped from sewing and discarded at its end.

In that royal valley, instead of Ashley and the others stepping in, there are still secrets that you can't find out - isn't that what you were looking at right now?

Ashley can't stop further imagination.

I took my life by that "little one," didn't I - that's how they poured out the "twist"?

Demon Swordsman: The Demon Sword of Nahatwerg: Wasn't it the "Hiraki" of that "Nerd" that overshadowed the “Death” that should no longer have been decisive and avoided against Ashle, who was subjected to the fierce poison of the Dead by "Needs Hog"?

Gubu, and her stomach turns upside down to cause nausea.

What I didn't throw up was my will as a knight.

In front of him, a handkerchief was given silence. It is Dashka.

From a clean fabric, the herbs smell.

Ashle shook her head and turned it down.

Wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Staring at Ashle, who continues to be flirted with by unwiped disgust to that extent, Dashka continued.

"Until you dye your hands in such a place, you must be the stepmother of St. Ikes (to haunt) before your husband - shallow do you think that I, the Archbishop, who must be an example of that, will seek" salvation "?

Do you feel blasphemy for wanting to save the human flesh of the dignified - your beloved - until you rewrite it in such a way?

Ashley stared at Dashka, who told her pale face.

I don't have words right away.

Dashka then pulled out his hip-dagger by sheath and kneaded it in front of Ashle.

"What is this, Ashledau?"

"Sword - it's a dagger."

Barely answered Ashley.

"I don't know. Then the sword is - what is the dagger a tool to form"

"That depends - on the user.

If it's in the hands of a night thief, it's in the tools of a robbery. If it's a hostile force, it's a murder weapon that scratches an ally's throat. In the hands of artisans, to help create new tools and goods.

And if you don't use it the wrong way, it will also be a weapon that protects you and the people you need to protect from threats. "

"Exactly."

Same here.

Yes, Dashka said, Ashley found out.

No, reason has always shown me that.

But my emotions, my heart was not convinced.

"I know you well. Because I was, too - no, let's be honest. Even now, I'm afraid. Terrible, nasty. Hopefully, I don't want to use this"

It was then that I realized that Dashka's fingertips, which I confess to confessing to, were gripped as strongly as Ashle's.

White, enough to lose your mind.

It seemed to Ashle like the first time I heard Dashka's flesh.

"Construx needs a user with a dedicated connector, right?

Dashka's thin eyes of dye captured Ashle's from the front.

"This is it."

Dashkamarier touches his own head.

The archbishop's ring, which was attached to his middle finger on his right hand, touched him and made a stiff noise.

Silver Mask: "Seraphim filament" - Virgin: A sacred relic inherited from Eigis and the Frama sisters.

The archbishop of the Knights of Catel Hospital testifies.

Instead of meat, silver restraints that ate into the bones and even into the brain - that was what was emitting a cold glow.