Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Retreat is good, Knights of the Night Devil. No matter how this place is underground...... one ceiling plate apart, above which the sun's light is pouring as we welcome Jomtien. The spilling tip will burn you. How elite are the Omaes, but not as day-walkers as the chief Yugadir?

Gokun, the great cavity provided in the basement of the Coliseum along with the sound = the bottom of Naruto breaks even further.

Reminds me of the flower core, the core block of "Log Solitary" rose, followed by the appearance of a deep red turban burning on brown skin, also the beautiful first prince of Osmadra: Ascaria Imrabetle.

From the shadows of the inhabitants of the basement of the Coliseum, who hesitate to emerge, it is the elite Knights of the White Devils who showed up with little or no hair.

"All of a sudden, where did you spring from!!

"That's the Lord of the Omaes: Ask Yugadir."

Asuka also plays back coldly to the knights of the Night Devil, who throws the voice of the intruder.

Aska, who entered the castle in the form of being taken by Ashle, went missing shortly after.

Two Ashley and Asuka slammed down four guards by the White Devil Knight. That too, Ascaria remains shackled.

The White Devil knights weren't inferior.

Insanity added to Ashley by Aska: The Valkyries Pact showed a tremendous "Hiragana".

Not only that, but each of them has dived through a death fight, so to speak, a super warrior who has gone through a divine slaughter, skinning the fierce battle in Frama's drifting temple.

Its combat experience and ability allowed the two to fully collaborate.

The perfect Ashley had grown surprisingly.

In an instant, he took control of four people.

Dragon Skin Cage Hand entrusted by Isma: The electromagnetic net produced by "Garang Dara" captured the knights, and the pile-shaped anomaly released from "Azrael" sealed the movement.

Physical mobility and behavior are anchor dynamics that seal the paranormal mobility typical of dimensional leaps.

"That's convenient."

"Have you forgotten that Frama, who was the previous owner, was the owner of Chichi, which stops stitching life?

Now, I can't move for a while. Aska said without even being a nickel.

And the two separated their actions.

Ashley came to Yuga. To slap the challenge. To reclaim Zion.

And to be sure of Yuga's sincerity.

Aska goes to the secret passage underground.

To break the secrets of the "Portal": "Log Solitary", which forms the rule of the country called Trantrim.

"Careful, Aska. The Knights will probably nail me."

"The eye-catching Night Demon elites have yet to notice this hidden passage. Something. Working with consciousness-- it's like a closed corridor. But this time, on the contrary, it will hide me."

"As far as the notes are read, the Log Solitary is dormant at this stage. Dreaming, but sometimes humans react like they're turning over or talking to each other - that's what makes them appear as predatory behavior. Don't get distracted."

Aska pointed out as she pressed Ashle's nose, which she called out as she removed the shackles.

"I'm gonna throw up that line on any woman, so you're gonna get framed for carrying this, idiot."

Ashley has no words. It's a star.

"What do we do with reflection? Because that's the Omae, there's no other way. Even if you fall in love, you're responsible. choices, in the sense that"

Dong, and his chest was smashed with his fist.

So Ashley switches consciousness. Thank Aska.

"Thanks.... I'm coming"

"Definitely get Zion back. If not, what the hell am I for, the... eh, you got it!!

Ashle swore her fist lightly to it of Aska.

Aska did so, walking through the underground passage and standing in front of the Log Solitary.

The manipulation was depicted in that notebook, but there is also a warning from Yugadir himself.

I had to handle it carefully.

"As Ashley reads. He also has the qualities of a mapper."

As Ashley predicted I heard beforehand.

Huge "Focus": "Log Solitary" was located in the basement of a coliseum left over from the Agantilis dynasty, situated outside the city.

"And this peculiar underfloor structure... the base of the colloquium is only part of the Log Solitary... don't get upset. Now, isn't this colloquium built on the protruding fangs of the Log Solitary or the arm for predation, the tentacle arm?"

Aska deciphers as she quickly runs her eyes.

The White Devil Knights' elites are bewildered by the rapid expansion. The leaking band of light becomes the lattice that protects Asuka.

"Come on, Ashley, do it right!

The right to private struggle (fade) is the name of an old means of dispute resolution.

As a primitive but strict reason, it is also handed down to the people of this era.

It is based on the idea that the result, determined by mutual agreement, that is, by the battle of interrogation, is where the people will know and be seen by God, and thus be recognized as a just trial, the equivalent of that judgment -.

If you put it in a way that doesn't dress your teeth, it proves your legitimacy through the use of force, and in modern times, various constraints were put in place in many countries to remind you of the exercise of this right.

That is because being wielded the right to private struggle everywhere resulted in a deterioration of security and, worst of all, even the risk of the state falling into civil strife.

But in Trantrim this old custom still lived clearly as law.

That was justified in the first place by Yugadir and his wife, Ordehia, who had conquered the tyrant: Barakoor, so to speak, because the foundations of this country today were there.

Trantrim is a nation cut off by force while harmony and coexistence between different races and nations.

"I, Yugadir Arkadis Maznab, declare.

With noon today, the knight: Ashledau Balaje offered me a duel.

I have decided to respond to this.

What each other offers against the winner of this duel is each other's half-body, that is, Ashledau gives his life, and I, Yugadir, the woman to be with: Zionzafir.

Again, it is forbidden to object, by all means, to victory or defeat once decided.

Settlement is determined by spears and blades.

This battle shall be decided only by mutual death, surrender, or if the battle is judged by your judgment to be unsustainable.

The offer of pain sharing - I'm sure there won't be.

I, Yugadir Arkadis Maznab, hereby swear to accept in full all that I have just made and to meet the challenge of Ashledau from the front with dignity "

In a good voice, Yugadir himself declared to the gathered audience.

5000 people are gathered there in a crowd that won't let go.

He's already ridden and dressed in pure white armor. The horse is not Darksteed. They can't come out in the sun.

"Ashledau, take the oath."

Ashley also responds to that call.

"I, Knight: Ashledau challenged him with a right of private struggle, as Yugadir had declared earlier.

This is a battle that has put all my It's not just pride or honor. It's a struggle that bets Love.

─ ─ Therefore, this is a private struggle.

Therefore I will not look upon your nation.

That's the same for Yugadir, I'll tell you.

I risked everything at my own convenience.

And your hero, Yugadir, is the Night Devil, and I am a man.

The fact that those two different species bump into each other betting on all of their own means that the settlement can only have death.

If I lose, everything will be settled in full for you.

But if not, I will crush and shake the foundations of your nation.

But knowing so, nevertheless, I bring back to this hand my beloved Princess of the Night Demon: Theonzafir.

Even if I were to take my hero away from you.

So clearly prepared, I swear.

Upright, from the front, I will win my "love" "

Unlike that of Yugadir, but struck by bloody words, the crowd is holding their breasts.

The men pressed silently and the plea of the women sounded like a storm to the coliseum.

Knowing that the conflict between the two was inevitable, I beg you to stay with me. It was the "twist" of their people.

It was a spree call to reconcile harmony and reconciliation.

"It's a miserable oath, Ashledau. With a declaration of hostility, no man has been spared so much by the crowd of another country."

Yuga said, "Love." It's not ironic.

"There's no way for them to make it happen."

In other words, there is a way not to slaughter me, but to hold Zion's "love," the Yuga said. In other words, the method of joint governance.

"I don't want to be the vessel of Nerd."

Ashle overtook Yuga's offer.

"Nerd's vessel - a unique analogy, Ashledaw?

I don't know, Yuga said his face.

I really don't know, Ashley decided.

"Yugadir, I just have one question. Remember that journey home from Log Solitary?

"Of course, Ashledau. There is nothing more foolish than to ask the Night Devil if he remembers."

"What happened to that whitened part of your back?

"This is something I hadn't told you yet, Ashledau. I killed two of my dead wives, and I ate them. Loneliness and sorrow drove me. I couldn't be far apart. Wouldn't this pay off? When I realized it, my flesh began to fall on this white bone-like thing."

You also know that our Night Devil is strongly influenced by swallowed Dreams. Yuga adds.

"It's just a cover story created by your own consciousness of sin"

But Ashley assured me.

"How can you be so sure about my memory? The Superior Night Demon can even reproduce their abilities from the blood they draw in, rather than the memory of their opponents. No wonder I have their organs."

"I can only consciously exercise that. Correct me, Yugadir. You have no control over Barometz."

Hmm, Yuga distorted his mouth.

"Psychological warfare before you cross the blades. I don't know why, Ashledau"

But I told Yuga so. Ashley responded with eyes that were not slight.

"It's not a measure. This is a confirmation of fact."

What do you mean, Yuga's eyes narrowed. Ashley continued.

"You wouldn't know, so I'll point it out. Yugadir, you threw yourself into Log Solitary once. And he came back. Except for the horrible similarities in appearance and behavior - as someone else."

Emotions disappeared from Yuga's righteous face to Ashle's point.

"I don't know what that means."

"I was relieved to hear that. Omae are enemies. Clearly, it should be destroyed"

Ashle proclaimed so chilly.

As a knight, there is no helm that should cover its head.

Instead, "Astellas", worn at the top of his head, continues to give Ashle a sober view of his rolling fighting spirit, like cold fresh water.

Yes, Ashley thinks so.

"Will" is like a sword forged by fire and ice.

Hot enough to be incandescent, hit by trials, and sudden cooling gives sharpness.

So sharpening the Will cannot be unrelated to grief.

Theon was on stage when he stuck out to the coliseum, watching Ashley and Yuga - two men exchanging words.

Only those of the hands and feet had been broken, but that was not the only commandment given by Yuga.

Under the royal cape as if it had been made by blowing pure white fur and bird feathers, it remains an outfit that cannot be called that garment.

And I'm not even allowed to sit down.

It has been captured and blamed by "Jagri Jagra", which deformed into a seating like a stopping tree.

Collars and chains applied to pure white collars are wrapped around them.

Scion continues to be exposed to such a feeling that he is crawled around between his legs by giant muckads and poisonous worms, inadvertently stuck with poison needles, and accidentally punched through his body by piles, as if his ears were being played with with his tongue.

Theon lays his hands on the edge of his tip and endures desperately.

Gissy, gissy, and stopping trees name a glimmer.

Yuga whispered as she literally nailed Zion to the scene by (Jagri Jagra).

If I have become the winner, I will take Omae as my wife on this occasion.

Every man gathered here shall be his witness.

In the midst of the public eye.

It was so declared, it grabbed my hair, it took my lips away.

The more my heart burned, the more I was envisioned.

I was so loved that I was about to be dragged in.

It resembled that thing's sagginess, where the drowning thing creeps up desperately.

And Theon can't turn it down.

I can see that this man only has Scion left.

My memory refreshes and I almost inadvertently leak my voice.

Ashle, and repeat the name of the beloved man over and over in your chest, endure.

Trembling.