Sanzen no Souru Supina

Never before had anyone in the Islanders experienced such a strange dawn, neither the sailors nor the envoys of the Pope's Office.

A red, giant sun, for a moment from the dark sea, cast an iridescent of Asahi light stained with blood, and so much was sucked into a black cloud to sink into heaven and disappeared.

It's dark as night around.

Sometimes there are lightning bolts, and people saw innumerable fury run to heaven and earth.

The spooky thing is that the wind swells, the waves calm down like mirrors, and there's just no sound and snow.

The ringing had subsided.

But those who fled the sea by boat, and those who chose to stay, tremble in fear, embracing each other in a cry similar to that of the demon of the monster who wants to blow from the depths of the island.

And, as if it had embodied that fear, it did not belong to any nation ruled by man - that is, a military ship of the land of the Night Devil appeared before those who had fallen over the sea its pitch-black body.

It was almost at the same time that Ashle and Elma broke through all the obstructions and jumped into the back yard where the “Virgin Mary Rebirth” ritual was supposed to be carried out, and that Ele and Elma paragraph the killing.

It was filled with a backward smell of blood.

Blood buildup played a pond, the severed limbs and exposed organs were still pulsating on the helix, and the human body emitted an awesome odor characteristic of the organ so as to demonstrate that it was a giant sack of manure at times.

From heaven, grains of light fall to pair with its hellish and tragic, and even illusions are created so that the gates of the kingdom of heaven are opening, coupled with the appearance of countless engraved angels on the walls and on the columns.

That concoction.

The contrast, which should be incompatible, makes the sour nose in front of the eye so extremely, vibrant.

Ashley swallows the line exactly as she was about to mouth.

Instead, I quickly looked over to the battlefield.

Those who rolled on the floor were seen as combatants.

The Knights of Catel Hospital have not distributed any "spindle" abilities during this ritual.

The idea is that winning or losing is decided at the stage of getting into this compartment.

That's why I can also say that when the demons raided urban areas at night, they were able to respond so quickly.

They, the Knights of Catel Hospital, are fundamentally different from the dominant idea that only the summit can be protected.

If you look at it, it does less damage to the ritual participants who were invaded by poison.

By thoroughly killing and showing the resistant warrior class, you pick the will to resist from the people who remain.

The spider assassins did a kind of show.

Most of all, it did not mean that women or children were not to be killed.

Ele's last prey was a young boy squire.

Probably accompanied a knight packing in this back yard.

And then he jumped in, too, after his husband, who went in to buy him a few seconds, knowing it was hard.

He was pulling off the sword he was holding so that Ele could wriggle it with his toenails.

Ashley saw that his flesh, falling and lying, was frightened and spasmodic, and ran out.

The guts that Ele was drawing at the tip of that disastrous obstinate sword were lukewarm and glowing.

The boy died in shock of so much pain.

The coolness of the ice flowing in from somewhere controlled the anger-stained consciousness.

"I know."

Ashley said, not who.

Unconsciously, the cutting-edge of the (Shivnir) was directed at Ele.

However, no matter how much power the human opponent attenuates in Tashtuka, Shivnir will penetrate easily.

Behind Ele stood the standing water column - the imitating sides of the Four Angels and Dashkamarier, completely transient behind it, were still in the process of ritual, and at its centre was a pedestal with the catachism of the sleeping cocoon of England.

Ele calculates that far and now exposes Ashley to the weak at this moment.

If you can shoot something, shoot it. That was a provocation.

And Isma, manipulated by the two murderers, stood in front of that incredible water column, spreading her hands, as if every single thing was.

A curse or - a cold sweat sprays on Ashle's back knowing what's going on.

"Well done, Heliomedusa: I left Tashtuka. It's a bucket that hissed in one of the underground lakes for about hundreds of years and dominated the neighboring clans. My God: He was a monster who sipped the blood of his compatriots for a long time until he succumbed to a hero under the protection of Ibizus - let me compliment him."

Turning around in a dignified manner, Ele said.

Is it also an abusive hobby, or does it not? Ele's lips glow wet and glossy.

"Honestly, you were insulting humans. Short-lived inferior creature. Let me apologize for that. Norman, and Ashledau, at least you two are eligible to join the English Spirit."

Honestly, it's a shame to let you die...

Elektra sneered and laughed like a pigeon.

"What do you say, join my line of puppets? I will love you for a long time and serve you as a puppet to convey that hero Tan."

Ashle has learned from Isma that there is a kamikaze in the customs of the earthspiders that is served by their own believing gods, and that is the hero Tan who is re-enacted by the living dolls carried out by the princess witches - that is, with the characters of the story themselves as dolls.

"But - there, no bat women. Seems like it because the slutty shitty bugs chase it down to the swamp and pick it up instead of the guts and feed it to death amid insult and disgrace"

Ele's words would have been a revelation of truth.

But at this stage, when the curse by Isma was in progress, it was also a time buyer.

Mouth and mouth, is.

Ashley let me just cut it off.

"I'm not going to follow the bullshit of the Omaes."

"It's a long tongue. Take it out of your roots."

Ashle's resolute attitude is multiplied by Theon.

Hiraki, and gaze into Ashley. There were signs that Norman would respond.

We'll set up the first shooting, so let's evacuate the non-combatants, at least to the Operation Command post trail - Ashle clearly drew on Zion's intentions.

Ashley releases "Shivnir" to the ground thoughtfully and sets up the Holy Shield: "Blanvel".

He was going to leave the avant-garde to Theon and Norman to guide the non-combatants.

For a moment, a blood pond spread beneath his feet, waving as if it had been blown by the wind.

No, it was swirling.

Precursors of metastatic system dysfunction.

"Are you finally here? Ashledau... The Sacred Knight of Man which - then Kagura has already begun. Enjoy. My God: See also Ibis. Act I: The Water Snake Exorcism Step is followed by Act II: In the Night Devil's Battle Ghost Rush -"

It was at the exact same time that Ele noticed it and stated her mouth, and the shadows that ran the bright red line on the pitch-black armor shifted.

The man was a night demon and at the same time a warrior.

Weidelnach - Weitz, and Theon called, and the man laughed thinly at the same time.

Originally, there would have been names and greetings between the noble breeds of the Night Devil.

But there was no mouth to the man who suddenly appeared with cold air.

Because the man was already quite a warrior.

The word is expressed in tactics of war.

It reminded me of a dancer and it looked like Weitz had given me a hand.

But that's just a preliminary motion to the moves that are rolled out.

If the excited "spindle" rhythm did not propagate to the blood buildup at your feet as a sign, whether that blow could have been prevented.

If I noticed, I was listening to a scream that went up somewhere.

For each shield received, Ashle is blown away and slammed against the wall.

The shock stuffs my breath and exhales all the air that was in my heart.

It was helpful to have my chest armor on.

Otherwise, he would have hurt his spine.

For a moment, consciousness broke through.

A fierce battle was taking place in front of Ashle, who managed to regain his posture.

Norman was taking a blow from Weitz's Slater Rim in Arman.

Ele interferes with Scion trying to strike there.

In an attempt to rush out to join forces, Ashle recalled that the earthspider should have had another, a princess witch.

There was a voice instead of Ashle trying to confirm his appearance.

"Do you?

Terribly poor voice.

At some point, there was a woman instead.

A small, luxurious daughter was dressed in exotic witch clothing.

Elma - one crack in the earthspider's killer - Ashley is jumping back at the moment she feels that way.

Keep your distance and set up.

Ashley is his first opponent to face.

However, according to Norman's story on the road, he heard that he was a curse-smart sister, not much different from his sister Ele, a biological assassin familiar with weapons and body surgery.

It was she who summoned the water serpent Bakemono-Tashtuka, and opening the summoning gates is much harder than maintaining it.

It was, I see, this elma that broke the strict bond that was being set on the road to the back yard.

And Norman added.

Even compared to Ele, I feel a remarkable breakdown in character - i.e., anomaly will outweigh my sister, too.

Ashle reflexively pulls Gladys out of her hips.

I came to Catel Island and made it into a curved shape that I used to love.

It imitates an ancient horseback sword, also known as Farkata, and also exists an alias such as Saddle Gladius to separate it from the straight-blade one used by infantry.

Of course, it's not Focus.

For this reason, if you pass the Spindle, it will be smashed and scattered in one blow, but it will be a protection.

In the first place, the steel blade is too lethal if the opponent has no strong protective ability or regenerative ability.

Polar Theory "Spindle" Shooting a human body, or a similar body, with a blade through energy is like using a lion to kill a rat.

Oversized - it's overkill.

A well-trained warrior's blow is a murderous move that only makes you think it's unnecessary, such as "Spindle".

To put it further, many Focus are weapons for humans to confront much more powerful enemies.

"You have a sweet face."

With Ashley pulling out the swordswallowing glow of the blade and other things that don't even get into her eyes, she tips her little neck with her finger on her forehead, says Elma.

Her cheeks are fine and she is stained with cherry blossom.

He's shaking himself like a maiden in love.

Ashle almost dizzied at the difference between the battle music she obsessed with in the sinus.

"I've been wondering about your sister ever since she went to war with you. Norman, Ashley. He said you were both fine knights, even though you were born humble."

Among other things, Elma became interested in Ashley - says Elma.

"This is - love, isn't it?

It's dangerous, Ashley's instinct said.

As is evident in earlier conversations with Ele, the earthspider princesses reproduce "myths" and "legends" as kamikaze on stage, capturing their compatriots, superior witches and heroes without being puppets while alive.

And have a look that makes that a supreme pleasure.

The princess slipped her legs together.

"Well, Elma, I can't hang in there anymore. I would like to get right to it. Would you like to be mine? It won't hurt. I'm sure Ashley will make a great match for you, following your husband. My husband is half the time with my sister, so there will be a rusty night, and more importantly, I have tried to be robbed by a man of the inferior identity of the Fae."

I guess I remembered cursing Theon the other day with utterly uncle content.

Ha, ha, and let the cherry blossoms exhale, Elma said, feeling like she had finally confessed.

Ashle swings the blade back to cut it off.

"Say no."

Ashley's behavior was to instruct the non-combatants behind her to run.

There were signs of realizing it and taking action, but it was dull.

They have a ritual in progress, a compatriot, a chief: a Dashkamarier, and the thought of not abandoning Illis.

The height of motivation was, on the contrary, shackled here.

Erma's intoxication accelerates regardless of Ashley's bitter heart, etc.

"Ahhh, that connection doesn't stop at Elma. I'm a princess witch, and I confessed desperately - I was so sleeved - can't wait to do this?

It's uncut, Elma, it's going to work out.

Ashley realized that there was an odd side to where she appeared from on Elma's right hand, trembling with sensuality that Ashley didn't understand.

"Whatever happens, don't you belong to me?

Yes, Elma asked.

I smiled, purposefully, slowly and firmly so that its ditty could be captured, showing it side by side of my face, that Ashle's consciousness was directed at the side of his own hand.

Obviously beauty, even though it was also a human separation, had an intense discomfort on its face.

Woman, from that aspect, which would also belong to the goddess, was risen something like a tremendous obsession, an impending resentment.

"This will be meat possessed:" Claudis ". Even though he descended to welcome a hero into his own realm, he fell in love with the man, betrayed his compatriots, and ended up in Focus, made of the skin of the face of a true knight's daughter, who died mad after being betrayed by the man he loved."

Here lies the resentment of his daughter, the impenetrable resentment, and the flame of an endless love affair that has been so far worked out - the rhythm of a taunting rhythm in Elma's story.

"Ashley, if you're going to be so rhetorical, there's no way. I will take Elma, Ashley, away from you in a fair solution, even if the origins are more correct than they used to be."

Ashley didn't understand what they were saying.

However, what I soon found out was that my woman's bad luck was extreme here, and the footage floating behind her brain was of a Kamakiri male who would be squirted round from head to female the moment she finished mating.

"Elma can't be as combative as Sister Ele. But how can we give up what we really wanted? Elma doesn't give up. She's a co. From the top, yes. Obsessive, that's what you praised."

Ashley saw a crackle inside the meat-possessed surface.

Ashle regrets that she was distracted by that mouth and allowed Elma to wear the surface.

The meat-possessed surface was a terrible curse, which even gave the wearer the ability and spirituality of what it was made of.

Of course, there was aptitude for that tuning, and it was originally a very dangerous Focus that would break the wearer's heart if they didn't take the time to do it.

But for Elma, who is already the bearer of a broken heart and has high qualities as a princess, it must have been a feeling of taming as if she were her own skin.

That is, Elma was also the captive of this mask, which possesses some, just as drug habituals were taken in and depended on its magic.

That's the only way she was also a daughter who couldn't keep an average of her personality.

In other words, it also means the worst anomaly if turned to the enemy.

That elma has stuffed the time without any foretaste.

The dreaded acceleration is the pinnacle of the true knight's warmaidens alias "what serves the wrath of the world".

Fast enough to cause remnants.

But there is no prey in Elma's hands.