Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was not Yugadir, its human, that the light strip of Shivnir, glistening with the roar of earlobes, struck down.

The root, gate (portal) of the trantrim sitting in the basement of this colloquium: "Log solitari".

While Yugadir admitted so, he couldn't break it or seal it, and Ashley shot it.

One day, at the bottom of Ignaş's dark hole, as he slaughtered a lonely descending king by doing so.

The "spindle" energy saturated by maximum expression takes acoustics and color away from the world.

The sound disappears, the color disappears, and the refluxing energy hurts Ashle's right arm.

Dragon Skin Cage Hand Given More Than Isma: Had it not been for "Garang Dara," Ashle's flesh would have burned from its fingertips.

But still, I couldn't destroy the Log Solitary even though I was so overwhelmed by the Hiragana.

A powerful protective wall, and his character as Focus, protected the Log Solitary.

This is the gateway (portal) that connects the Garden to this Worlds End.

And the carcass of the Lord, which Ashley saw deep in the island of Catel, was also known as the Gate (Portal).

If it is of the same kind - the gates (portals) must have been rooted in the rules (rules) of this world.

Particles of high heat splash around the perimeter, causing the coliseum's underlying structure to inflame.

Even with a blow all over you, you can't penetrate it.

Like Ignace's night, Dextrus, who pierces his defense as a bullet nuke, is no longer there.

While shot by Ashley's limit attack, Log Solitary was the moment when he drove it reflexively and tried to push Ashley's attack back.

"Regardless, this case is assumed"

Instead, Asuka unleashed her moves without uttering a word until the end, just for what her consciousness pointed toward you.

"Solidas Corridor!!

If Ashley's Russ of Thunderdrakes were to be used as a move of light, Aska's Solidas Corridor was the dark move located at its opposite pole.

From the "Azrael", which has a prosthetic leg that forms both legs of Asuka, it bursts.

The Solid Dark One, which is never defined as good or evil, returns to nothing as it breaks down the subject.

"You can't manipulate defenses against two types of attribute attacks at the same time! Vanish in the" narrow space ”created by the conflicting" spindle "energy!!

It sounded like the space was breaking apart.

A massive attack struck from left to right finally broke the defensive boundary of Log Solitary.

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Fully united, the roar of Ashle and Aska hisses, distorts and crushes the structure of the (Log Solitary).

Shall we escape the destruction?

The giant appeared in agony when he broke the floor of the Coliseum.

Fire hands gain that momentum at once.

An audience driven by panic arrives at the exit. The weak fall, and they are trampled without being able to get up.

The destruction of the "Log Solitary", which had formed a pseudo-" closed corridor ", might have destroyed Yugadir's ideal, namely the Dream, and the emergence of the hell of an annoying cry.

The Dream awakened.

Ashley thinks it was me who created this hell.

There is no excuse. You can't possibly.

But still, even if you step through this tragedy, even if it's in exchange.

I chose Zion.

That's what Ashley's chosen path is.

Before that ashle, a knight appeared.

Like a ghost, he looked like he couldn't feel alive.

It spanned a bloody, skin-burning army horse.

The horse is already dead... something, the horrible Chichi is forcing it to move.

What I see as the bone I was peeking at is that whitened armor, or Barometz.

It was hidden in the military horse outfit (Hobark), which was, in no way, exposed.

Ashley's chest hurt badly.

It broke Ashley's heart much more vividly than it did - taking peace from tens of thousands of people.

A vain eye peeking from his helmet was looking at Ashle.

As relieved, the spear is pointing down the tip of his ear.

Ashley tried to speak up. I couldn't.

Words were blocked.

"Why do you reject harmony and harmony - peace of mind?"

Because the voice echoed directly into my head, both under the pressure of slapping. Talk.

Ashley figured out where that was coming from.

From what lies behind Yuga - the Log Solitary.

It is the roots that have rewritten Yuga into a slave of destiny.

A giant device that mimics God.

As if there is a "will" in it itself.

No, Ashley relied on "Log Solitary" as a cost/mediation, and even felt the gaze of something peeking into this one.

Maybe this is what Isma was saying, the real enemy, its shadow, Ashle thinks.

That is, the Lord.

Somewhere, the song is ringing.

It's a song thrown by Log Solitary to capture Scion one day.

Ashley confronts the "Log Solitary".

I said it back clearly.

"If renouncing the Will is the price of peace, I reject it."

Kirili and Yugadir's eyes watched Ashle as he worked with the servant of Log Solitari.

It is clouded by boiled blood.

"Isn't that on your own?"

If the vast majority gains happiness and wants it again, isn't that an idea that should be taken down?

Yes, Log Solitary asks.

"That's right. This is my personal selfishness, selfishness. But I'm not willing to take it down."

"Will you resist me?

"That's right. Log Solitary. This is a declaration of war. I will clearly be the enemy of the Omaes."

"Poor thing."

"I don't need pity, etc. I will return the peace of selfie."

Ashley glanced back at the half crushed "Log Solitary" face and said away.

"I don't want to. Win, and give."

Behind Ashley's brain is the figure of Yuga in her lifetime.

To think, the beginning of this tragedy is Yuga's obsession with Scion, Love.

It's called "Rog Solitary," a "twist" located opposite coordination, harmony, and peace of mind.

If Yuga didn't love Zion and didn't think, no, even though he did, if he avoided a confrontation with Ashley, such a debacle might not have come.

Ashley may not have confronted Yuga.

In other words, what led to this ending was the "Hiragana" of the Will, which was eaten and altered by the "Log Solitary" in Yugadir.

Maybe, Ashley thinks.

Ashley wonders if Yuga has scratched her feet in an effort to get out of the role she was charged with fate.

Maybe he really wanted someone to help him for the kingdom to come.

Let's not.

Let's throw the blame, not that.

However, when I was really tired, I just wanted something to support me for a moment to get up again.

If someone, just a little, gave me that shoulder replacement.

Instead of impersonating the ideal, it is not heroism or deification.

Maybe a little more, or much more, I can walk away.

To blame, to exhaustion, to wear and tear, to resist destiny.

The appearance of Ashle and Zion stirred up and raised to flames the thought of that indelible burial fire - something that was rewritten but remained in its core root.

The Gate to the “Garden" (Portal): As the Spirit of the "Log Solitary", it lit a flame on a piece of the final "Will" of a man who was about to serve a self-made false kingdom of peace.

That led to this reality.

And as a result, only a few of the humans left in Yuga were burned out.

The attack on the "Log Solitary" by Ashle and Aska took the final blow.

So Ashley's involvement with Yuga was a doomsday stunt for this country.

But if you're going to deny it, Ashley thinks it's about denying all the "will" of living as individuals.

'Not anymore, I suggest. Why don't you abandon your thoughts and walk with me?

Ashley felt at ease with the thought of "Log Solitary" treating the "will" of others as if it were a negotiating material.

"No. I don't need the peace of the puppet"

Ashley spoke as an individual.

I didn't know how a whole country called Trantrim, the "currency of blood” co-prosperity, wished for it.

But whoever did that to Yugadir - when he looked directly at it - the answer seemed to be little more than obvious.

So Ashley refused.

"I deny Omae"

To Ashle's assertion, "Log Solitari" slowly closed his eyes.

Like I gave up.

"Then I will only produce a crystal of a twist other than yours."

There was some light coming from somewhere. It was felt by Ashle as if it were from heaven at first.

But it was coming from inside Yuga.

There was a squeak, a squeak, a noise.

He was taken in so that his dirty armor would shake in blood and dust of war.

My back is enlarged - it's that bright white Included Beast organ.

Tinnitus does not subside.

The light increases in quantity.

And, in large part, the head stirred with the concentrated light.

It occupied the place where Yugadir's face was supposed to be.

Um, "Log Solitary" bud - - "Barometz".

But that was growing much bigger than what was lurking in that isolationist commander.

It's a big wheel of flowers.

The petal was wet in blood and brains as if it were a crown, reflecting a flame.

Already, Yuga wasn't even a demon at night.

It was being recreated.

To fulfill people's 'twist', to tools.

Peace and stability, harmony and harmony... but entrusted to someone.

And as a Negative Spirit who can't ask who commissioned it or where its responsibility lies.

Uncomfortably, the pressure of the "Log Solitary", which behaves by God, has doubled, and it has become a physical pressure on Ashle's skin.

Ashley knew how it felt.

"Overload......"

Ashley saw the end of her actions.

Once Zion said he watched the king of Ignache territory: Gran come to fruition in it.

Theon did not tell Ashley the details of the backdrop.

And Ashley didn't even ask.

Ashley still thinks it's Zion's kindness.

If I actually saw that, I could understand more clearly why Theon had said it.

I can't say I wasn't ready.

But more importantly - Ashley's chest, confronted with Yuga's moment of falling, was about to explode with Yuga's memory and anger at those who poured irresponsible "twists" on him.

A complete, ideally shaped figure of a knight had appeared there.

Fused with the carriage, united, and never kneeling again, the manifestation of the ideal.

Perhaps Ashley had also succeeded in such a presence on that Ignacious night.

Bluff, my body was about to be dominated by excessively high degrees.

Don't be ridiculous, I almost screamed.

Yuga, the man who was the noble knight, tried to fulfill his responsibilities to the end - not the vessels of the Omaes' own ideals, etc.

That's how I almost screamed.

"Ashley, don't lose sight of the real thing!!

If Asuka hadn't had a drink, Ashre might have dared to recklessly assault the nascent Yuga on this occasion.

Some of the ruins fall to block both, and the floor crashes into flares.

"This way, hurry up!!

I guess even some of the fallen ruins were at Aska's disposal.

Genius that even makes it possible to run the walls: Aska, who has secured his path by Rapid Stream, leads Ashley at a great speed.

Ashle added a blow of restraint, which later continued.

Theon watched the whole thing over the burning coliseum's quarantined tips.

The struggle between Ashley and Yugadir, and the end of it all.

It's even painful to breathe, like a pile was punched into your chest.

Even being alive right now.

Every ideal flies away from the top of the kingdom.

Precious things are lost.

Like swallowing everything to the ground, the body of the "Log Solitary", which was simulated at the base of the colloquium, is about to rise and rise as a new monument.

This is where we fall into the Closed Corridor.

Yuga, which became a true overload, as a nucleus (core).

Zion knew it was his fault.

I was aware that I had caused it.

Ignace's, and so did Grand.

It was painful. It was full of pain. And yet, I didn't die.

For one thing, now, if you order the Rose Absolute to manifest itself, the Night Demon Killer's Sword will surely pierce Zion.

Because there was a man who came running for Scion like that.

The man called from the horse. Called first name.

Soon, I couldn't jump in.

Really, am I supposed to jump into that man's -- Ashledau's arm? Do I deserve that?

I didn't know.

As the words were uttered, dawning, tears spilled.

Am I not that my journey only increases tragedies in this way?

Theon was even possessed by that thought.

But it was sweet, Ashley scolded.

Overshadowing fate is not regret, he said.

"Theon, come on!!

I felt my cheeks stretched. I felt like I had been whipped all over my body.

Ashle's emitted light strip crushes and burns the stopping tree, freeing Zion.

Yet the blow, declare.

There is no freedom in Omae.

Omae is mine.

I'll trample you on such rights as freedom to leave.

Ashle's words rose in various ways as he rode into Yuga's private room.

What a terrible declaration.

Omae was pronounced a slave, a toy, of Ashley.

And yet, how can you not stop crying?

Why is it so hot in the back of your chest?

Theon doesn't know. I just can't stop crying, tears of joy.

Gu, I felt like I was grabbed by the collar and pulled down.

If I had noticed, Theon would have danced through the universe.

Straight, don't get lost, on the chest of a dear man.

The flames, the black smoke and the commotion cover up the figure, but beyond them, they run.