Sanzen no Souru Supina

Hikaru, and Isma felt her heart (core) pulse heavily once.

From that night, when Dashkamarier declared the beginning of the ritual, it is the fourth late night by the count.

Until now, rituals have progressed well.

However, every time I spend the night, something is definitely changing… there is.

Isma was separated and felt her heart (core) pulse.

The ritual of reconstituting the Illis has begun, and as the stage progresses, the "Hiragana" is felt.

That must have been the response of Izma's flesh to the awakening of the mighty Portal.

The Portal, Construx, has begun to create an environment for exercising powerful powers of alienation.

That is growing stronger with time.

The properties of the earthspider - its acute vibration sensing ability - are picking up the rhythm emitted by the gradually awakening Constructs.

No, more than that, there's a “curse” on Isma's very existence.

Chisel, and something like a thorn of light runs into the sensory field.

A powerful force field is beginning to form.

A force field for dealing with "Hiraki" - or “miracles” - powerful enough to twist destiny and a defined future.

Isma knows what that should be called.

"Closed Corridor (Bird Cage)"

The Overlords, the absolute enemies of mankind, and of all free-will, are bound together - and things of the same kind are now covering this island of Catel.

This "chi chi" will gradually increase as the ritual progresses.

Ironically, Isma distorts her lips, unable to protect what is important without relying on its abominable "Hiraki".

That was a bitter grin snail.

I knew it was dangerous.

I also knew I shouldn't have my hands on it.

I was convinced that solving the immediate problem was only making the tragedy that was leading to a damning end so much bigger.

That came from Isma's hands-on experience.

As a result of that pile, the kingdom of Isma, the subjects were devoured by “fiction”.

It's self-evident what will happen (...) if you continue to vibrate "miracles” unlikely in reality.

And Isma thinks, "I will not kill you."

Neither he that leads himself, nor he that hateth, nor he that protests with force, shall be harmed.

Instead, the other way around, Isma snaps.

They just try to "bail out" people.

by unknowingly removing the causes of people's suffering.

That's horrible, Isma thinks.

But if, with its overwhelming power, there is a life that cannot be saved - if that is its own irreplaceable existence - how could I have stopped Ashley from doing so to myself, the fruitless man of a foolish king who has dedicated one whole country to them?

With such bitter thoughts, Izma awakens the strong liquor she put in her skittle.

Grappa-so-called grappa brandy is a diversion of the squeeze that occurs when making wine.

In the world, anyway, in the world of earthspiders, this liquor is perceived to be bad.

The reason would be to brew it because you squeeze it.

I can see a high degree of alcohol running down my throat burning.

But I love the roughness right now.

Looks like the frozen flesh has been fueled.

Isma exhaled her thick breath and lit a flue (xel).

The spark is made of red phosphorous rather than firestone, and is finished with thin pieces of wood.

Black art (Kojitsu) (from the knowledge of formulations and formulations such as gunpowder, to its operation) is what earthspiders specialize in.

This little stick is the crystal of its knowledge.

When I took a good dose of the wind, the purple smoke flowed to be blown away.

"Anyway, you're smoking something you're not good at."

Even my voice flew in that wind.

Around tonight, as I had a feeling it would come.

Because of his continued exposure to the strong wind, Isma turned her gaze to the Lord of the Word as she sat down on the wooden tree (Kanbo), which had turned sideways for me.

"I was going to keep an eye on the wind."

"I can smell it even when I'm in the wind. Nasty, nasty - untrue, your smell."

"I don't make excuses or denials about character. That's what makes me say skinny, isn't it?

Contrary to the familiar Isma tone, the other person's words were sharp enough to cut them off.

"But you didn't either? Ele?"

The shadow, wearing a coat (said) to Isma's call, answered low.

Glossy woman's voice.

"Don't call me by my nickname or something. You are already a traitor and a great sinner. He's the one who stole God from my Betsalion clan.

And the gaze to be directed was swordswallowing at the tip of the spear.

There was a bottom-cold hatred on board, similar to the evil eye directed against the resentful enemy.

"Nevertheless, it's a much more convenient reunion. Not by chance."

"Mm-hmm. Well, I've had a lot of time to spare the last month. I was hanging out.

If the earthspider assassins were to come up, I'd be yammering around here.

Using the technique of a water spider to assault a landing, right?

I just didn't think I'd be alone. "

"In order to regain the honor of the house, we have to discuss it with the family. That's the code.

Still, it's foolish to come out of this one and there... like you're an amnesiac, something you should have hidden somewhere and trembled. "

"Alas, to the man of the mukhaki, I want to be. Ma, I didn't think you were coming. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Put another bite on it and Izma dumped the cigarette.

I miss it while wiping flue pipes with cloth.

I said it while I was at it.

By the way, ask in the weather tomorrow.

"What happened to Elma? What about that cute little sister of yours?

"When I found out that you had fooled me, my sister got sick - and I caged her across the book of cocoons."

"Oh, that poor thing"

Ele to Isma's tone as if she spoke of other personnel, took off the hood that the woman called was wearing.

An outstanding forehead is revealed in the freezing moonlight.

In a neat beauty, calm voice color and burning red eyes on the back were shining Isma.

Because of its racial characteristics, Ele was found to be from the same earthspider as Isma.

"Your lightness, it stays that way."

"You've gone a long way. She was serious, but she was cute. In particular, in the bungalow."

I felt like I heard a noise, and Isma instantly only had a neck, upside down.

Hilarious, and the grass flowing in the wind tore in two in the air.

"Absolutely, you just threw something. By accident, you're about to die!

"Even so. I'm here to kill you."

Ele said quietly.

But his eyes were sharp, and the words mixed with sounds as if he had been forced to twist and twist some fierce height.

Bing, move so that your right hand becomes, and secure the murder weapon that double-broke the leaves that were just dancing in the universe.

Using spider yarn tied to a small axe of butterfly-like snails - the earthspider's own dark vessel, called the falfalfale (butterflies), was who it was.

But Izma even tells him against his quiet intent to kill, as if he had fallen aside.

"Wow, seriously, did you come all this way for that? It's the killer's job, isn't it? Is it impossible for you, the High Priest, to go out?

"Ibizus - a princess who can be used by our God must be pureblooded and pure. You took it from me, its status, its honor, its pureblood mother's credentials! Even god to worship!!

At last, the high sky came out of Ele's throat as a word.

The heat that burns my lips is on that voice.

Izma's objection to it was cool...... no, even though it included some reasoning that would flip the flag against public order (koji-koji-koji-ku) - floating (hiko).

"Because Ibizus was an evil god, wasn't he?

A woman who couldn't stand conception is the kind of guy who would eat it, huh?

You can't offer them your sisters, can you?

Beautiful girls are a treasure of the world, aren't they?

It really hurts my heart to put a flaw on that treasure, but I'm not a virgin anymore, and if I'm off the list of sacrificial candidates, I'll take as much as I can.

Isn't it?

Sacrificial princess, the brave man is Ilanai! Sukikoma thin man is enough!!

"Not only our pride - I didn't know you would fool even my God, forgive me!!

Ele pulled up the fabric in Isma's voice and hid her mouth, instead only in front of her coat.

The wind brings a similar incense to orchids.

However, behind the abyss of Kaoru, the doddle, and the many armaments that stood on the ground, making heavy noises, were too swordswallowing a light.

The blade sword that gave me the obstinate (thread).

Something with a branched hook.

Something about the Warcraft's kicking nails.

Ele wore all of that once in a while.

Cordial Sword (Twisted Sword).

Branch hook.

Crack Claws (Grimm Claw).

Rather than calling them dark vessels, they all seemed to be a pursued tool of how to inflict suffering on sinners before killing them.

No, in fact, in the clan of Ele, which has served an old evil god named Ibis, a faction with earthspiders, torture belonged to a kind of art and was also divine.

The priests begin by making their own tools of devotion.

These weapons, therefore, were in Ele's hand.

A stubborn sword on your right hand (Twisted Sword).

Branch hook on left hand side.

cleverly fissured nails on both legs (Grim Claw).

Having finished outfitting them, Ele took a stand with her arms spread out.

"Wow, that sounds so painful. I'd like to ask you in the direction of forgiveness for the painful system."

"Pain is not enough. Don't worry, I'll humiliate you as a man."

"That's how you do it to guys who have delighted you so many times?

Ele's cheeks stained with disgrace in a nasty, superb gesture awakened with Isma's words.

"First, I'm gonna cut that tongue out of you. Death!!

"Wah, Mondo-yum!

Isma's tone was still whispered (kidding), but her eyes weren't laughing.

Ele literally became a disease and ran on the slopes.

In addition to the slaughter from left and right, that unusual kicking technique characteristic of the earthspider is ridden with a tragic cleft claw (Grim Claw).

Every one of those attacks, which were exquisitely different in time, held a deadly sword swallow.

Rotate the stubborn sword (Twisted Sword) like a drill with a hands-on move, and Ele's attack, which doesn't measure up in time, can be daunting if accidentally taken.

If you take the same from a branch hook (branch hook), it was the worst weapon to cut and fly pieces of flesh by pulling the weapon off at will if the flesh had a blade tip.

And where attention has slipped away from the threat of the left and right weapons, the kicking moves rush up when the military chicken (Shamo) kicks his nails.

Even if it prevented the blade tip, the forged body surgery and leg armor caused the pain to run like a broken bone.

It's not just fast.

It's heavy.

"What's the matter, aren't you the man who has been chasing not just us but the Spider Clan for centuries? Or was it, or were all the people who changed their purpose to such an inquisitive god as you?

Ele laughs as she mounts a deadly streak.

Wow, wow, and Isma avoid any of those attacks where they are at stake.

A slice (beginning) of the cloak that has been cut off flies into the strong wind.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Ele, when?"

"After you betrayed us, I know nothing of what hell I've been walking through."

Isma was not even allowed to skip her gains.

"Shit, they planted the killer's moves on you? Hey, hey,"

plunder your hand at the time when the branch hook (branch hook) is poked in and then returned,

"Yeah! It's not just how to use body surgery and dark instruments, it's even how to use a woman as a weapon!

The obstinate sword (Twisted Sword) drives the interval between trying to avoid,

"Once upon a time, though, we served our own God, the High Priest! Whew!!

Once again, a tragic cleft nail (Grim Claw) strikes at his throat.

"If we lose the battle, we will be trampled, in a place like that, for years, for decades we were planted!!

Barely kicked up from under his chin to the top of his head, Isma read the killer and crossed his arms.

That's where my heels clash.

There was a noise of flesh and measles.

Ele used recoil and half a turn to relate.

Isma asks to endure the pain.

"That's no way, Elma - and your sister..."

"Naturally!!

To Ele's immediate response, for a moment, Isma's guard sweetened.

Ele kicks in every time she's empty.

Moments, the conducted "spindle" rhythm is visualized like a shock wave.

Striking moves: "Pinhole Antebites" are moves that not only damage the opponent's flesh itself, but also transmit it by impact - if an organism acts on the nervous system and has the added effect of blunting its speed.

It's a common move when you want to kill and deactivate a long battle or an opponent, but under these circumstances it was received as an under-preparedness to interrogate and torture the captured opponent.

Eating that blow, Isma blows flashly.

He rolls more and more, hits a rock mass and stops.

It doesn't move.

Ele slowly packs the time.

I said as I packed.

"Did you deliberately fly yourself to reduce the damage... and the armor:" Balazar "- the ancient gold coin Skyle Mail - should have a sackworm curse... not a lot of damage"

"Yuru, don't... the beautiful girl... was the treasure of the world"

Even if it was a non-virgin.

Isma, who was also swamped by rock masses, told him to groan.

Oh, my God, Ele mocked me.

"Oh no, you don't. Speaking of which, this is what happened because of the bullshit you blew into us."

"So... myself... I... can't let go"

Zuluzu, and Isma, who was laying her back on the rock, makes a noise and stands up.

My nagging eyes turned to heaven.

And I screamed.

"Ele's slender superb body, or for that matter her surprisingly underdeveloped tits, or whatever, or there she's so embarrassed, or Elma's chipped navel, or armpits on her pretty lips, or behind her knees. Huh, duh, duh! It was just my mon -!!!

It was an unexpected breathtaking cry from Ele I heard.

Pressing the strong wind blowing, it resonated.

The echo was on.

Probably echoed the cranium.

It is perverted.

For a few seconds, the total furrow made Ele stiff.

Then it cut upside down.

If that's Isma's provocation, it was something that could only be described as utterly brilliant because it reverses the ruthless murderer (soy sauce).

"So, who's yours?!!!

You true-inferior pervert!!! Ele's anger was the best.

With more and sharper steps earlier, we approach Isma.

But that was just a trigger for the trap Isma put up.

Isma ate Ele's kick and blew it all the way here.

"So I'll tell you who you belong to."

Kira, and Izma's eyes lit up.

Without even trying to see the attacking ele, he swings his arm out to the side and kicks his foot, dunno.

At the next moment, a pitch-black runoff swallowed Ele's flesh.

All of a sudden, it would have looked elegant as if heavy oil had blown from the ground as a geyser.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Abyssal Talk With Tentacles. One of those arrangements. We specialize in disabling people, not attacking them."

The pitch-black runoff sprayed from the ground was not a geyser, but part of an alien monster - its tentacles.

"No, how much did you invest in touring the whole island the circuit that calls this guy. No time, no material. It's a whole month, right? Walk around a lot. I'm glad the owner of the island agreed to this after the fact.

Isma said with a dark laugh behind her.

It was just before the ritual that Isma granted Dashka permission.

There was enough for ex-post consent.

A pitch-black tentacle captured Ele's flesh and tied his hands and feet.

Even with full force, it doesn't move perfectly.

"It's the arm of a bucket of stuff that lives underground, much deeper - in my cousin. There's nothing we can do about it. Even the Titans are powerful enough to crawl to the ground."

Isma looked up at Ele as she said.

"I'm sorry, but I'll let you nail anything that's noisy."

I'm sure my tentacles twisted my wrists and ankles and disarmed Ele.

Ru, and the tentacles of the inexperienced bucket moaned, and Ele bit down the voice she was about to raise.

"Now we can finally talk."

It was the moment Isma lowered the fabric that was covering Ele's mouth.

Buh, the flash ran from his mouth.

"Including needles... I understand."

Isma was pinching and capturing it with her fingertips.

"Ugh, a pile of rotten poison"

As Isma rang her fingers, the black tentacles of the bucket took out to twitch open the cartridge in Ele's mouth and sat still.

'Cause you're gonna get a tongue bite.

It means nothing more than that.

against whom, excuse said Isma.

At first glance, the tentacles that seemed soft were capturing Ele in hollow with fearful force.

That jacket made the wind pregnant.

"In Ignace, I left traces of this sight by rolling around flashly or using the ground-vein induction mutation -" Crawling Inferno "- and given my suitability for tracking skills and previous responses, I thought the earthspiders would be the first ones to catch up..."

Isma sighed and said.

"I didn't know you were sending me in. Honestly, I was so shocked."

Isma spoke to Ele, captured and hung by a baroque stone column yet pitch-black tentacle.

The tone was still floating (hiccup), but there is a clear shade in its voice.

"I can't believe we're eating together... sad, sad"

Over the past hundred years, Isma has retreated countless earthspider assassins.

I've been relative with Scion, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Without Zion's knowledge, he has slaughtered dozens and hundreds of assassins.

The battle between earthspiders was basically because it was a darkness.

Isma's hands were bloodstained.

With the blood of my compatriots.

"I just want to solve the mystery of this World. The huge Portal and the options that belong around it - why Focus is left all over the world. How did the people of the Old World intend to achieve their" ideals ”in so many flights?

What gives the uncluttered concept of 'twist' a basis on which to make its realization possible?

What corrupts man to overload?

And where did you come from, and by whom?

I just want to look them up and fulfill my responsibilities - Ele.

Can you shut me up and let me go... I don't want to hurt you "

Isma looked up at Ele and said.

Almost like a monologue.

Ele roared. I tried to talk.

Isma rang her fingers and set Ele's tongue free.

Beh, and spit, and Ele, who regained her tongue freedom, threw away the same.

"It's convenient...... izmagalm.

Is that why you relinquished your duties as king?

Isn't it the tide of worship that you spread?

Because of this, our God: Ibis was disparaged by the God of the border.

Yet you have forsaken the kingdom as far as the followers of Allah are concerned.

Didn't you pretend to be dead yourself and caged in a tsuka!

I'm not saying I don't know how weakened the spider was in the meantime!

No, I'm not saying I don't know how depraved the people who serve you are!

Yet you devoured your slumber in the hearse and almost escaped from your grave!

It was Ele's line like spraying fire.

"And now he entered our church under the guise of identity and name.

I was a witch who served Ibizus, I and my sister, and even stole God himself!!

Curse me, you are cursed by the blood of our earthspiders!!

Isma silently took the curse off her head.

Moonlight descends from the clouds, illuminating only half Isma's face from behind Ele.

Even darker than Ele's, the moon was reflected in his blood-colored eyes.

"I've done a lot of research on you. Hey, about me - it's not about being forgiven for apologizing, and there's no excuse.

I needed it. That's why I did it.

But... only one thing I regret.

That's... Ele, only you and Elma should have taken him away after all.

At that time, only you said you'd stay to get me away... "

"No way, what would such a confession be!!

There seemed to be a small upset in Ele's voice, probably because of the strong wind.

Right, and Isma laughed.

It was a thin, non-thick making laugh.

"The course of time never stays, and never returns.

I became your enemies, and you and your sisters became their seekers - is that all you have to do?

Yeah, well, let's not get caught in memories, either. "

Saying, Izma took the long needle out of her nostalgia. You know what this is, right?

"" Puppet Needle ":" Cocklebiller "-"

Ele's expression intensified.

"If you're a spider killer, you're ready, aren't you?

To capture alive rather than to kill, and to be harsh enough to regret being alive.

It is the descendant of a clan that has served God as a kagura.

I've never used this before, but I just don't want a handkerchief that I can use. "

In my journey so far, I didn't really have to try it because base defense like this one was a rare situation.

"I'm sorry. Instead, I'll love you until you die. I'll never let you go again, okay?

Don't worry. "Puppet Needle": Because "Cocklebiller" cannot be tied to the heart just by tying the flesh - it does not take away until it is free to hate or resent "

The "puppet needle" thinner than the hair is a consumable curse conveyed to the earthspider.

He manipulates the other's body by punching it into the victim's central nerve and using it as a conductor for the Spindle.

It usually melts and extinguishes simply by imposing a simple order once.

It is sometimes used in combat as a containment needle.

But Isma's was one of the original "puppet needles" of those consumables.

Powerful and permanent curse: If you are struck with that, which is Focus, you must be prepared to be used as a servant by your opponent for the rest of your life until it is pulled out.

It was an evil and decisive trump card.

Blah, and Ele trembled.

To Isma's, too thin, words of apology, I trembled at the fact that I was supposed to have been thoroughly planted as a murderer (sooner or later) with a way of killing emotions - fear.

Its lightness may have been the manifestation of the friction of Isma's heart.

For a man who has held his compatriots in his hands for hundreds of years, even a once emotional woman is only a ingredient of a handkerchief, a puppet.

Did Ele tremble knowing that she had no emotion whatsoever in doing so?

No - it wasn't really.

To the sweet tightening of my chest with the words "I'll love you till I die," Isma said.

To remind me of the days I was loved.

Besides, Ele was scared.

In the meantime, Isma raised a needle to Ele's thorax.

And he buried his face in Ele's chest as it was, and he was crumbed.

There is no hand to receive, and lying on the ground looking through Ele's limbs.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Did it finally work for you? I was worried about how blunt you are."

"Work?

Ele laughed pitifully.

I saw the moon behind me.

Clouds flow mercilessly.

"The moment you opened your coat, you would have smelled sweet like orchids, wouldn't you? Paralysis Toxicity"

It turns out that the base defensemen are unprepared for it.

I'll think of it this way. Ele said.

"Oh, uh, classic."

"That's why I don't think it is. There will be room to set up there. Vain, I mean, that's what I mean."

"That's why I covered my mouth before I emptied my coat."

"How's it feel to crawl like a bug?"

"I'm an angle, if Ele's a skirt..."

"Reduce your mouth. But now you've got a fight."

"No, no, that Abyssal Talk With Tentacles has a long endurance, and no matter how many elephants you use, I can't easily disarm my powers by myself - see, are you in a matchmaking state?

And more time is on my side than this is on our side.

It must be the poison, Isma said in a ventriloquist flat voice.

"You suck in all that plenty, and you're still only good at strange stunts that you can still talk to... but who said you were alone?

Gun, and there was a roaring sound of "Spindle" nearby.

"Huh?"

Isma wondered if she saw herself in hallucinations.

I heard a noise deliberately from the back of my coat stirring in the strong wind.

At first, it was like the sound of grass rubbing against the wind.

But eventually Isma understands who it is.

That was the sound of something trying to materialize from behind the coat.

If you can, it's like trying to get a snail while the yarn and hair are tangled...... sound.

"No way."

"Even so, Isma...... how can there be such things as me and Elma 'separately'?

The sisters fell in love with the same man.

Even when I kill you... "

Hikaru, and Izma felt a cold hand appreciated on her cheek.

Unlike my sister's grey-brown skin.

Make it the sister of Elehimera, known as the White Witch, and the Black Witch: Elmameim - its right hand.

Isma saw Elma 'knitting' from behind Ele's coat as if it were a tapestry.

Unforgettable naked.

She's smaller, more luxurious than her sister, and she looks like a cheerful girl.

That voice.

"Oh, this warmth, feeling, smell - unforgettable, unforgettable, forgettable - my, our first one - Ismagalum"

It seemed to Isma that the voice was sounding from a place not in the world.

"I love you, I loved you, so, I love you, I'll make you a beloved snail, I'll tie you up, tie you up, tie you up so you can't be separated"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, and her daughters who are being knitted.