Sanzen no Souru Supina

Hourly Hurricane.

It had enough "chips" to make the men of the earthspider kneel.

At the same time, Elma's collection of Spindles. It was scattered.

Dajra saw Elma.

What it looks like: "Ibizas".

the descent of the deprived and desolate God whom they used to worship.

Boggin, and there was a sound that made my chest feel bad.

Dajra saw (Ibizus) descend in a motion that ignored gravity and inertia, twisting the warrior's neck bone as if it were a twig that would snap.

And the flesh deforms and becomes a giant jaw gate, devouring the victims.

Shh, shh, shh.

The sound was only twice. And then there wasn't even any blood left.

Perhaps what Ibizas did just now was not the other person's flesh, but eating the very existence, that kind of act.

"creepy (first) i"

[Ibizus] said as he looked up to heaven and raised his exhalation white.

"If I'm not so hungry, I can't stand it."

Ruby's eyes peering through the golden armor peered around him.

For a moment, the earthspiders fell into suspension of thought.

But there are skilled warriors. The flesh reacted faster than I thought. The two attacked at the same time.

Out-of-time poking.

It's an attack to make sure the opponent's armor clears.

The blade broke one after the other, making a dry sound.

Desolation: "Ibizas" didn't even defend themselves.

However, the touched spot of the blade opened like that jaw gate and snapped the blade.

Suddenly, being handless in melee combat is deadly.

Even if it was a spider warrior who was good at fighting moves.

Not to mention a bucket opponent with an alien ability to instantly transform his outer skin into a jaw gate (after), which should also be a hole in the dimension, and to swallow unlimited amounts of what he touches, if any.

The two warriors felt old emotions, which they themselves had overcome by training and assumed they had placed under complete control, thrust up from there in their guts like dragons burning in revenge.

In other words, it is the oldest emotion - fear.

Besides, the emotion was overwhelmingly accompanied by a specific snail.

That's what they forgot about their god: Ibizus.

shi, and the warriors felt their hands grasp their heads.

And at the same time, the two warriors disappeared from this world permanently.

The "Ibizas" of the day just shake their heads in dissatisfaction.

The rest of the tongue decides that we should spit this out.

I looked back in disgrace.

There were two figures left there.

One is Elma, who remains captive to the Grappler Worm.

The other is Rattegart, bound by Strangler Vine.

By then, already, the commanders of the Raiders: Dajra had disappeared, along with the other surviving direct guard.

Sustainability is a condition for a good commander.

Desolation: "Ibizus" first, headed to Elma.

(Ibizas) peeked into Elma, who couldn't figure out what had happened.

Return and God had a loving man: Isma's face.

But Elma noticed in an instant.

No, this is not Isma.

You were right.

"Ibizus", who had been ambushed by the reversal of his power relationship, took over the debilitated and depleted character of Isma.

"Don't smell slutty"

He sniffed behind Elma and said as if (Ibizas) were mocking him.

If [Ibizus] had not been Isma's face, or another man, Elma would have remembered her anger. I'll kill you, you thought.

But Elma's flesh, so reputed by his beloved man, was stained with shame.

Embarrassing, as much as I want to die.

If both hands were free, they would have covered their faces like their biological daughters.

"Bugs are in the way. Go."

Eh, and when Ibizus stepped foot, just one of those moves sucked Grappler Worm into an open subpoena at his feet.

Elma grabbed one leg and was hung.

desperately hold on to the witch clothes that have only gone away.

Arakami: "Ibizus" stood, and did Elma's statute of goods.

Elma is flirted (honking) with shame, awe and sensuality and rings.

"I'm severely disturbed (depressed)... but this is not bad. It's comforting."

After I kept it that far, I finally put my arm in Elma's glutes and held her, I turned back to Rattegart.

There is no support for a massively unstable posture, or creation for Ibizus, the rough god.

Capturing Elma with overwhelming force, he walks to Rattegart, playing.

I brutally wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as if I had eaten juicy fruit.

By then, Rattegart was already on the verge of choking.

Genius: Strangler Vine - As the name suggests in the sprawl of strangulation, it's not just about capturing, it's about strangling your opponent with bruising and suffocation, depending on where you hit him.

In his bright red stained vision, Rattegart felt it walking over and looking down to value himself.

"Well - the maiden of a true knight - this is unusual. I don't know how much."

And [Ibis] waved down his hand, saying, Too unconstructive.

That's all, that's all, the Strangler Vine, which Rattegart couldn't fulfill without wielding his full power or trying to burn down in The Spindle several times, ripped away as if it were a cotton candy = even a sugar candy as light and sweet as a cloud with the traditional candy of the true knights.

Rattegart was so fierce that he was about to be caught on the spot.

The flesh is held by Ibizus.

Push Rattegart's face against his own stomach.

"It's a good idea. Now breathe in the rest of your energy, but let's give it pleasure."

Rattegart can't resist.

The lungs, the blood vessels, the flesh, the brain was looking for oxygen.

The atmosphere, where everything in the flesh asks to be devoured, could not be rejected, even if at some point the grains of light emitted from its flesh - the incredible particles - were mixed together.

No, every breath, Rattegart feels it's sweet.

The atmosphere, no, I can't wait to see the scent of this being.

How much, I would have done that.

Even as his breathing settled, Rattegart remained sober and connected to the abdomen of the desolate god: Ibizus.

"Totally, the captivity of the rest of the charm? It's like I'm toothless. - Hmm? Is that the true knight's maiden? Let's have some more fun."

Pan, and Arakami: (Ibizus) rings his finger.

So Rattegart regained his sanity.

Try to push it away and jump away.

But in fact, Ibizas was not frightened.

"What have you done to me? Who are you?"

"You're an early arrow, true knight maiden. Isn't it polite to name yourself when questioning the other person's name?

"─ Are you an overload?

"Have you been impolite and ignorant? You saved my life, didn't you?

Knock, and Rattegart bites you.

It was obvious that the presence in front of the eye was not ordinary.

I missed the details, but I almost destroyed the Spider Squad alone.

That too, in an overwhelming battle.

Bullshit, and a tremor ran.

"What's the matter, are you frightened? You're on guard, aren't you? But there is. I'll tell you. And the rest shall be the pillars of the God of the earthspider, which was sacrificed in the land, and shall be of pleasure and cruelty. In other words, that's why Shinshan was dedicated to the rest."

Shinshan - that is, a meal offered to God as an offering - pointed to Rattegart and said Ibizus.

"Rest assured - even if I say cruel, I will treat my daughter who conceives my child with an unlimited love. If you were a stone girl, you'd have to respond with a different kind of love."

By becoming the rest of the flesh, we'll be together forever, right? Arakgod: "Ibizus" told me to bite the depth of my warmth and include it.

Rattegart looks for his own spear in the back hand: "Svennir".

"Is this it? A true knight's maiden spear - stunning. Beautiful. Like it was."

Elma on his left hand and Svennir on his right, "Ibizas" said.

Other than the Lord, he treats "Svennir" lightly, which should be felt as a rock mass.

The power, and the mass of Ibizus himself, is overwhelming.

Next to it, he rammed on his left hand, diving into his clothes, and the daughter of a spider who keeps getting played with endlessly, can neither escape nor beg for forgiveness.

But if you don't have the courtesy, you have to make it right.

Which, keep the spear. As I said, I rolled [Svennir] to the ground, putting Elma down on top of it, and [Ibizus] smiled.

I'm walking.

Unexpectedly trying to retreat, Don, and a pillar hit his back.

I'm caught up if I'm aware of it.

"Hey, what?"

"You weren't listening? It was God who saved his life."

Would it be natural to dedicate yourself to that payback?

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I hate jokes the rest of the time. And a woman who can't keep her respects. There's nothing you can do when you look at a guy like that, and he wants to teach you."

Gu, they pushed me down.

Rattegart fed his opponent's face with elbow iron.

If your armored right arm hits you directly, you can easily crush about your cheekbone.

But Arakami: "Ibizas" was not even frightened.

From my lips, the blood just flowed thin.

"That's good, that's right, it has to be."

Rough Gods: "Ibizus" smiles at his blood-colored lips.

On the other hand, it was Rattegart who was in shock.

It was about the power of his unleashed attacks. There is no strength in the body.

The armor, which should have been worn until it was no longer its own skin, felt heavy and dull as if it was wearing lead clothes.

I was reminded that the blow to my elbow, which I should have shaken off, was only as powerful as my little girl's flat handed.

Rough Gods: "Ibizus" is not just mighty.

I am now extremely vulnerable.

Why, the question arose and my mind was disturbed by doubt.

You have to be more noble than anyone, you have to live ambitiously, and you have to be stronger than anyone to pierce it.

I have lived by telling myself so. For the first time, Rattegart trembled in fear that he had no teeth at all.

You guessed the question, "Ibizus" said.

"As much as I did earlier, would that have inhaled the rest of the divinity? That stands in the lungs and mixes with the flesh. That's a lot deeper. I smelled a lot of it. You'd have turned all over your body by now, wouldn't you? Even so, the body tries to obey."

What's the matter, look, if you can't resist desperately... you don't know what's going on?

Rattegart grew pale in the "Ibizus", which he said greetingly with a cool face.

I can barely move any more when my body tries to get up from scratching the flesh.

"It's the armor, isn't it? You can't stand up, can you? And..."

Rough Gods: "Ibizus" touched Rattegart's breasts from above his armor.

A sensation that should not be worded as a tickle runs through Rattegart's entire body.

"As sand iron is drawn to and obeyed by magnets, I am starting to feel the rest even when I am away. Oh, it's too late for this. Can you even bite your tongue? Why don't you try? You can't do that, can you?

Tears overflowed with remorse.

You were right.

He snapped open his trembling knees and strangled his body.

Rattegart waved his hands at Muchakucha and struck down (Ibizas). The resistance only served to satisfy the abusive taste of "Ibizas".

"Please, try to beg. Forgive me, and beg."

Don't be ridiculous.

In response, Ibizus pierced a portion of his armor with his fingers.

Throw away the scratched clothes.

"After accepting the rest, it's a blemish to say something like that."

The only thing Rattegart could do was feed him a flat hand with all his strength.

Pan, I heard a light noise.

And Arakami: "Ibizus" said, "It's too late to beg."

It was the moment Rattegart trembled when he saw the fear of being kicked and tainted with his dignity on the soles of his shoes with pleasure and cruelty - a laugh as the name suggests.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh."

Rough Gods: The mouth of "Ibizus" was cramped and someone else's voice sounded.

"Who is it?

I said, "Come on, man."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Seeing, on its venerable face, on its neck muscles, no. At some point a band of blue glowing light ran.

God shook his voice and said, Are you upset?

"Ismagalum, Kisama, why? Didn't it disappear into the depletion?

"It's my handsome impersonation, girl, I'm not trying to cage your hands!!

Boom, and another voice -- Isma barked.

"I'm always telling you, the beautiful girl, the beautiful, regardless of her age, is a treasure of the world!!

You can love me, but you can be filthy, then!! Jesus! Beautiful girl! No, touch! I have no idea what the rationale is, but there's intense anger in there.

I can only describe it as being included.

It was a roar (like this) approaching the limits of expression that overwhelmed God.

"Not to mention the reluctant girl, who said she was muddy - kidding!!

"Why, the rest is being pushed"

"Omei's insolent behavior set my anger on fire - the more Omei absorbs the opponent to regain" Hiraki ", the more I recover. Omei, you don't remember losing to me, do you? Ahem? Kamisa, how dare you!

It's not like Nana's not rigging a safety device! Isma screams, and the curse that runs all over her body raises a blue flame. It must be a elaborate restraint ceremony.

"Who do you think I am! Too dangerous genius (?), Genius: It's Isma!!

To be too accomplished, Rattegart had only been able to forget his dangers and watch him.

"Oh, uh, sorry, I'm sorry, Maiden of the True Knight, Ma'am, Ma'am, I'll clean this ugly thing up, okay? 'Cause I'm gonna nail you, huh?

The roar of God giving in to the words of Isma, without any shards of seriousness, stuck.

"Honestly, I'm sorry. Shit. I wasn't there. Different in this and the Ri"

Rattegart looks down at Isma rubbing her head against the ground without shame or outspoken ears, and can only be confused.

"Really, this rotten god has worked for the Harench Harassment, and this time, yes, yes."

Later, Rattegart couldn't swallow things well, even though Isma explained that it was a formal apologetic snail for Saraman style.

It's just that the high pressure and violent pressure I felt from that "Ibizus" cloud-scattered and came out instead was somehow a freak in the description.

"In the meantime, will you raise your face... well, somehow, more than that... I'll be in trouble too"

"No, no, no. Until you forgive me, there will be no extermination."

To Rattegart's offer, Isma rubs her forehead further to the ground.

It just seems like if I keep rubbing it, I'll lose my polish. I get in trouble.

No, as a result, you helped me.

"Oh, you, etc., and I'm afraid if they call me that,"

"So, you?

"Terrible, terrible"

"You?"

"Yikes, Yikes!!

Damn, Just Fit!! ─ ─ Lattegart was inside, sweating as he drew both his body and heart to the oddity of Isma, who feared he might have really gone crazy.

Oh, you want this? and.

Well, I have to thank you, so... whoa, look up.

Sa, you're a psycho.

As if his husband had allowed him to, Izma jumped.

My forehead is rubbing off too much.

"Will you explain the subtleties?

"Of course I did."

But before you do, thank you.

Rattegart smiled at the way it looked.

He's a funny man, but he doesn't feel strange and disgusted.

Kneel down and give me your hand.

I meant to shake hands.

"I will be the one who draws the blood of the great Voda, the daughter of Milchmaeve, the true knight: Rattegart Fiore Danaan. Thank you. Thank you for saving me."

"I'm Izmagalum Hidunhi. The title that sounds great... nothing"

When Isma finished her name, she pressed the hand she had been offered and put it against the back of her hand, which remained wrapped in armor.

Ah, and Rattegart raised his voice and turned away.

I desperately hold my mouth in with my left hand.

From Isma's hand, he retrieved it so that he could pull it back on himself, round his body and frightened.

"Huh? Oh, hey, what's this?

"You take this responsibility... from me."

It became tearful, and Rattegart stared in horrible shapes.

Where did the soothing air just go? Izma is just going to be a dick.

That was the true knight's daughter: Rattegart and the forgotten king of earthspiders: the encounter of Ismagalum (thus).