Sanzen no Souru Supina

Nothing but a suicidal act by nature, such as being challenged by a bare-handed, fully armed knight.

It's like a stomping blade and shield, and a forged fist and other toys in front of armor.

I don't even have to think about what happens if I punch steel plates machined in 3D with my bare hands.

The skin is torn, the ligaments are damaged, and the bones are cracked - worst of all, fractured.

Severe bruising swells the joints of the hands purple and renders them useless for the time being.

Because, and because Elma was a woman, Ashley was not willing to relieve herself of fine dust either.

Read the track and pass the Spindle to Branvel.

Unique Inalienation: Not Blaze Wheel.

Initial moves: "Aura Brau" - the foundation of the foundation, the alien energy used to practice the expression of the "Spindle," but Ashley chose it here, not least because it can be activated easily and gain steady power.

Blaze Wheel, which generates powerful force field turbulence, and more powerful powers have a wide range of effects and a long maintenance time after activation.

Takeovers during allogenic activation were dangerous, and in combat at extremely short distances, such as fights, that gap was often punched.

It is even an unexpected weakness, especially when dealing with hand-worked "spindle" abilities.

In this regard, Aura Brow is instantaneous in both activation and duration, thus minimizing dangers.

Ashley walks through the predicted Elma assault line with the Holy Shield through Aura Brow: Blanvel.

Even normal shields are sufficiently dangerous, but the edges of "Blanvel" are now sharpened like blades by non-reproducible forging techniques.

With the addition of "Spindle" energy there, it was a desperate attack of fractures such as the luxurious Elma flesh.

But Ashley's attack cuts the sky.

The difference between the pieces of paper made Elma sneak under it.

Ashley was attacked by an established sense of vision.

That was as if to see a reproduction earlier, when Zion was unplugged by Ele.

Ashle somehow felt as if she was looking at the sight then and was able to move her body naturally.

I owe it to the link that I was born with Theon, but still, at that time, it was a craftsmanship that was made possible because I was inclined to do it all.

And the miraculous collaboration that ensued opened up a desperate situation.

But things are different now.

Norman, Theon, was fighting each enemy.

The heavy burden placed on Norman's shoulders, in particular, was out of group.

Night Demon Knight dressed in "Slater Rim", a warrior's outfit: Weitz's battle was extremely harsh - it was in the dimension of what should be described as a slut.

Ignoring the rationale of the human body and organism, the attack of the "Slater Rim" was, by analogy, a fast-spinning solo built of heavy metals and blades, and its orbit, in addition, was too irregular and pernicious.

Due to its mobility and irregular orbit, Norman rolls over the ground repeatedly and tries to fight back, but is not given a decisive hit.

Weitz, on the offensive side, could only carry out a thorough destruction, against Norman, who fears damage to the facilities still associated with the ritual in progress and is unable to launch a decisive attack.

Overwhelming advantage.

Rather, Norman's physical surgery, which continues to respond to and respond to that storm of violence, was astonishing.

But still, we can't stop the human damage.

The aftermath of the battle became a blade wind, which finally struck the surrounding people.

Bloodshed broke out, screams and anger rolled up.

Terrible biological armor: anything that touched the winding pressure of the "Slater Rim" was instantaneously severed limbs, broken thorax, and scattered and dispersed into pieces of flesh.

Women and children, combatants and non-combatants, that other indiscriminate killing.

Still, the overwhelming violence that blew in front of him caused the non-combatants to retreat.

However, it was an unplanned, disorderly escape, which was not what the Ashlets intended.

Occasionally, the back yard panicked.

No, I'd rather say it's held up well so far.

To be honest, the struggle between the "Spindle" capable, or between the capable and the outsiders, is not as glorious or glorious as it is told by the hero Tan.

It's something that can't even stand the look of sanity fighting while immersed in blood, meat mass, fat, manure and filth.

People should instinctively understand.

Or you should be attacked by some suspicion.

Hell that rolls in front of me - I wonder if the human representatives/champions = "spindle" abilities who cross each other with the monsters who manifested it are the same at their roots.

There is no such thing as a fundamental difference between the two, and the suspicion that we are only pathetic and humble beings who are either exposed or threatened by the threat.

On one side, it's the truth.

In other words, the struggle between the "spindle" capable and the outward forces exposes the facts that have come to mind to the day.

When struck by that fear, human reason breaks apart brittle.

Occasionally, the sinus turned into a hell of a snort cry.

The people who lost control have arrived in a corridor that leads to us first and externally.

A total of more than 400 people.

A small stumbling block of groups attacked by panic and frenzy called for a fall and people were crushed one after the other.

The fallen man was crushed by a backward crowd and crushed to death.

Ashle heard it behind her back, felt it on her skin and saw her teeth.

But I can't do anything.

Put that moment in the shape of a witch who rolled her love and resentment, and Elma rubs it through.

Ashle intercepted him with Gladys' patterned head.

Ashley predicted that Elma would naturally be aiming for a settlement in alien powers through the Spindle.

Because that's the only way to inflict fatal injuries with your bare hands on an ashle protected by sheet-metal armor.

In fact, that was in Norman's words, too.

The attack from Ele was accompanied by a strong "spindle" twist.

That's why Ashley aimed at the gaps that she would be able to make at the moment of making that blow.

Ashley renounced crossing over with technology against an attacker who was clearly better at physical surgery.

Instead, he fought for his superiority in terms of heavy armor and his readiness to take a blow.

The "Spindle" energy that ignores the opponent's rolling armor offsets this with a reverse rotation "Hiraki" that has been worked out in the body.

The idea is close to Marters Toughness, which Norman did during Ele's attack.

I haven't refined it as a technology yet, but the point is, you don't have to get fatally injured with a single blow.

That's what I was prepared for.

As long as you live, you only need to recover with healing powers.

If Ashley, who hated proximity, would scowl his way with a shield, Elma would dare to tease this and reverse the shadow of the shield.

The blow by "Aura Brow" through the shield predicted it - that is, it was an invitation.

And I don't need a "spindle" to defeat Elma, who is dedicated to the attack.

It's a blow that will definitely sink your skull if you decide on the side of your head.

Ele is like coming to offer a head between an iron floor and a hammer that can be struck there.

It sounds awful, but we don't need spindles to kill humans and similar creatures.

However, the actions of the earthspider princess were poking Ashley's void.

I was left with my entire weight defenselessly.

There was no blow.

There was no such thing as a motion of attack.

It's like jumping into the chest of a loving lover, defenseless, heartless, and thus in a completely unexpected move - Elma has deposited everything.

Ashle was completely collapsed from her center of gravity and fell on her back.

I smelled incense reminiscent of lily flowers.

A drunken scent.

Soft, Amaya feel.

For a moment, Ashley loses sight of reality.

Elma's weight is lost then.

When I stood up as stunned, I understood what had finally been done.

They took my lips.

All Ashley saw was the figure of Elma and her fingers accompanying her lips, which were dispersed as if she were going to hide in a wooden tree on the shore of the lake, in the midst of a crowd at the extreme of the confusion.

"Come on, no"

Ashle did see that lip move like a prank.

Kurakuri, I felt dizzy.

My heart, my beat jumps.

What... this, Ashley asked herself.

I spit and wipe my mouth wondering if it was even poisoned by accident.

No, it's not poison.

"No way. This is the anomaly, the attack - of the spell system."

"It's a love affair."

A voice came out of the crowd. Ashle does not think, he is following the Lord of his voice with his eyes.

"The market was set for a hard, armored knight's heart, rather than a maiden's mouth and mythology, right?

In the whirlpool of anger and screams, noise and confusion that rolled around her, her voice was terribly awkward, and Ashle felt like she was being caught up in a bad joke.

But Ashley already recognized that this was an attack, and it was certainly the deadliest worst attack.

Elma didn't aim for the destruction of the armored Ashle flesh.

Making your mind, your spirit your prisoner. That's what I was after.

"Black Lillies Insignia" - the seal of Crouli?

Crouli has two flower words.

One is a well-known "love" but the other "curse" is the dark side of a hidden beautiful flower.

"If you are a normal lord, you will fall with your mouth shut for the first time. Twice, it's rare if you can stand it. Three times, none of the things I endured in the past."

The incapacity of a stage spell system is inferior to immediacy, on the other hand, it takes the same amount of time to disarm.

This Black Lilies Insignia is also a powerful curse that can make the opponent better once captured completely during surgery, instead of having to make physical contact with the object of the spell several times.

In fact, Ashle was becoming deluded by the confusion of consciousness similar to intoxication caused by sake, and by that feeling of being able to stand up and control herself well - just like real love.

Ashle gazes at the crowd as she desperately shakes off and combines the bubbly, floating emotions of yeast fermentation that replaces the excitement of battle and arises in her chest as she sees the unfolding misery in front of her eyes.

Hiraki, hiraki, and I saw Elma.

Unexpectedly, the urge to scratch the crowd and capture it boils down, and Ashle is baffled when she can't be sure if it has to capture Elma as an enemy or if she wants to hold it in her arms as an urge for love.

Still confused, I threw down Shield: "Blanvel".

Even with a large shield, Blanvel, the reaction is dull.

And Elma hides in the shadow that Shield creates, and comes packing her time.

A shadow area that could be set up with a shield - the shadow zone was irresistibly depressing for Ashley.

By letting go of that, I want to make sure Elma is captured.

I hoped so.

Of course, this already meant that Ashley's spirit was beginning to be contaminated by Black Lillies Insignia.

Many of the capable people on the human side, such as Ashley and Norman, specialize in out-of-person combat behavior.

That is according to that memory of how mankind has cut through our own realm in this world - the realm of the Worlds Ende (Remul), which has been abandoned by God's mercy.

The Focus had to be powerful enough to go far beyond human intelligence to mighty adversaries - dragons, snakes, night demons, for example - relative to defend their own lives, dignity and nation.

At the same time, its users have been required to have a high combat capability, a high lethal power, and a high output capability that can only repel those immense threats.

However, it is inevitable that for those earthspiders who have lived in the underground world for a long time, more highly developed than mankind, through maturity and rotten maturity to give it up, to corruption, their aliens have become homogeneous - in other words, sophisticated as instruments of political struggle against intelligent life that dawns in plot and assassination and power numeracy techniques.

Ashley was now tormented by the difference.

Originally, this spell of Elma is an alien used to cage the opponent in the bedroom.

It is also obvious from having to make direct contact with the opponent's lips and should not be used in combat.

It no longer explains how difficult it is to get that close to someone who is fully armed and even determined to kill them.

Almost impossible, Erma made it possible with the ability to possess meat: Claudis.

And three times, if he gets that mouthful, Ashley will be distracted by Elma and made good as her slutty lover.

Instead of killing enemy forces, it takes them in as a powerful force to its own faction.

It was precisely the finest of earthspider schemes.

At the same time Ashle had no relative experience with this type of enemy.

Elma has no intention of killing.

Not even harmful.

All I have is overflowing - crazy feelings of love, romance, and admiration.

An account of the battlefield Ashley had cultivated as a knight was driving me crazy by it.

Only ten meters away is the death struggle underway. Steel meets, swordswallowing Reaper sickles and curses, plasma flames and vacuum turbulence go wild, from which a protruding intent to kill hits Ashle's skin.

Amidst the murderous intentions and malice beyond that human tolerance, Ashley loses sight of Elma.

I can't sense the proximity. I can't predict. Sweat erupts.

"Oh, my God."

The rush created a gap.

I had no idea.

Elma's soft palms blocked Ashle's vision.

Ashle held Gladys' blade in reverse with one action, poking him straight behind his back.

But at that moment, Elma's flesh is dancing in the universe.

Stay stretched and jump over with Ashle's shoulder in perspective. Half twisted just above.

It seemed to Ashle as if the angel had flipped its coat and stepped down.

Elma was finishing her second mouthful when she tried to shake it out by returning the thrust she had unleashed with her backhand.

Ashle noticed that her consciousness was about to be pruned only after Gladys, away from her hand, fell to the ground.

Only Elma's smile, who releases herself to scorch and blends into the crowd again, impresses me like a burn.

Damn.

Ashle became stunned when she discovered herself wearing a meat possessed face that she felt that way even though she thought she shouldn't.

"Ashley!"

Theon shouted over there in response to Ele's attack.

I knew it.

It can't be like this.

Not if you're doing this. I know.

This Black Lilies Insignia is an incapacity that cannot be used continuously.

Every time Elma makes contact, she lets herself go and blends into the crowd for a reason.

Advanced spells that will not be established unless you work out the Spindle firmly.

Perhaps that footprint also has a meaning as a walking stock.

Techniques for drawing curses and refining the Spindle with walking methods.

I know.

With a widespread attack - all you have to do is sneak off every crowd in "Shivnir".

No, there's no way I can do that.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Yes, capture them.

Invite him in, put him down.

And then - and then - you teach that girl.

Love. Do the trick. Give in and serve. Break your hands.

Capture.

Three times, when Elma revealed herself, Ashle's reason rubbed against the edge of a sharp rock mass, just like Zaire being ripped off by her own weight right now.

Elma appeared ashamed.

It was Ashle who advanced his steps to challenge him.

Grab it with your bare hands.

Hilarious, hilarious, and elma jerked off his hand.

It's a white-clamp dance that scorches and cages men.

The one against Ashley, even sharp, was monotonous.

Ashley savours something as if scratching it in the water.

And make sure to predict that the frustration reaches its peak. Elma will be imprisoned by Ashle.

So it was from Ashle who roughly took those lips.

But why am I now lying on the ground, looking to heaven - Ashley, the next moment, I think.

Elma was on her stomach.

"After all, you didn't fall until three times, did you? It's okay."

The peachy tongue glanced at me to lick the messy lipstick. Oh, my God.

The disturbance is Ashley's fault.

"Nice. I'm new to human lovers... and I'm nervous."

I was told love.

Damn, I thought.

"But you shouldn't be here. Because there's someone in the way."

Elma pointed it out with an upside down view.

It was noisy here, indeed. If you look around, it was Shura's garden smoked in blood and colored by awesome combat music.

Quickly, I wanted to escape from a place like this and exchange love.

"I agree, my lord. But that bat woman persevered."

Why don't you clean it up with me? Whispered by Elma, Ashle saw the disturber with cloudy eyes.

Batwoman?

Indeed, there was a woman at the end of that gaze.