Sanzen no Souru Supina

An evening of resting dawned in a shaky and hasty manner.

The line of Ismas, who recovered their health even if it was not complete, begins invading the main management of the Assassination Order: Sibiri Shumeri, the lowest level of the Mount Siddhara cavity.

The torture of spiders causing physical and mental harm is unimaginable.

In a regular person, you should have four and a half minutes. I throw up washing up information in so much pain.

But Cal said he would do it not only for the purpose of getting information, but also for some kind of pleasure.

Sexuality that delights in abuse and discipline.

As soon as possible, we must rescue the imprisoned princess witch: Ele, from that witch's hand.

Once upon a time, Isma and Elma came to the rescue line around the reverse roll of the path that would have been used to reach the company dedicated to their God: Ibizas.

To those Ismas, the true knight's maiden of what is not yet obvious in heart: Rattegart offered the same way.

What action will the maiden of war, who cannot openly proclaim that she will destroy the uncleanness that spreads over the land, take when she reaches the center of Sibili Shmeri?

That's not even known to the Ismas.

However, if there are elements that can be fought together now, it would have been the true intent of each of them to deal with the desperate difference in power by wanting to borrow its combat capabilities.

It was sudden that it appeared before the eye of a row descending a precarious scaffold built on steep walls in order to keep the deviant minds at a minimum distance while still not completely believing each other.

On the way to the cliff, it was the giant monster that reminded me of an ugly crab who showed up from a crack with his mouth fully open, reminiscent of a scar.

It was taken in so that the human form was stuck on the back of the crab, and the stubble bucket created.

Bad Bugs When A Giant Crab Appeared From A Rift That Makes A Boomy Sound And Inhales The Ambient Air: "Howl Cancer" Has Been Attacked With Greed That Makes You Feel Even Hate For A Line.

The lid of battle was opened by the blow of the true knight's maiden.

From the scaffolding provided to cling to a cliff cut almost perpendicularly, the war maiden flies.

Genius peculiar to true knights giving wings to users: Wings of Odette

Rattegart releases a grand move to draw the attention of a giant crab to himself so as to shelter Isma and Erma = two earthspiders who do not have the ability to dance in the sky.

No, or I might have had the mind to show these two my powers, the "chisel" of a true knight.

Either way, it was Rattegart who spearheaded this huge enemy.

"Go, my... winged families!

With a roar reminiscent of the wings of a flying migratory bird at the same time, a flock of glowing light bullets fly from the holy spear of Rattegart manipulation: "Svennir".

The Glowing Wings Herd of Death: "Sparklelight Wings" - Those birds flying at super high speeds blinking blinkingly are the wings of death carrying heavy mass shells in the center of the wings of light.

That scrapes off the armor of a giant bad bug that reminds me of a crab and snaps my leg.

But still, the bucket doesn't stop.

It's wild, it's gaining momentum and coming at me.

Cliffs cut almost vertically.

Crawl flat through its walls in the narrow valley, smashing the scaffolding, as if it were the ground.

Isma, with Elma in her arms, desperately slips through its sides and runs down.

It's sicker than the scaffolding collapsing as it continues to stand.

"Knock."

Giant Monster: Momentum off the regular track of "Howl Cancer," Rattegart tries to get away from the sky once he wings "Wings of Odette" as he kicks the scattered pieces of stone and the falling stone.

To cover that manoeuvre, a crowd of light bullets returning to Holy Spear: Svennir blocked the path of the bucket.

The monster of the tiny giant crab also loosens his pursuit.

Light wings that landed on rocky skin and splashed brightly raised a strange figure.

"Celte!"

Princess Witch: It was then that Elma screamed.

How did you find your compatriots in the person who united them as if they were stuck on the backs of giant crabs?

Deemed to follow her sister, Ele, in her strength, the murderer of the ruthless and ruthless earthspider, Elma, who was supposed to get the inescapable curse, continued her words as she reached out in a badly upset manner.

"Celte, celte! Why! Why?! Stop it, there's no reason to fight anymore! It's me! Me and you, Ibizus, are back!

There are a lot of sad screams coming out of Elma's throat that could be held to protect Isma.

But for just a few moments, the evil bug who stopped at the Holy Spear: (Svennir) light bullet gave his ear to the word, instead gaining momentum and restarting a fierce invasion, rather as if he regained Erma as a target.

"Bye."

Izma sails her ass and runs away. Stacora ran away, but asked.

"Alle, who? Do you know him?"

"Celte, it's Celte! The Co that was taken in by that back!

That's what Elma points out, referring to the presence of a statue on the back of a bucket that mimics a crab.

The disturbed cry got no guidelines, but was sufficient to awaken Izma's memory.

"Celte, that's not what I was doing as Cal's assistant!

In addition to the ringing roar, Isma asks Elma again.

"I thought there was a cute guy on my back, but no matter how much, isn't that too much of a leap?

Isma, who visited as a guest (a rare people) and took God as a thief (a thief).

Sometimes I have had little contact with the Betsalion clan, and suddenly too suddenly I can't wipe away the thought of half-heartedness.

However, the opposing Erma clearly denied the question.

Sieve, and shake your head to the left and right.

"There's no doubt about it. Instead, say goodbye... after you came to say goodbye to us, I couldn't be a witch because I was a man, but I could be the foundation of a clan."

I can't believe this is happening... It was a cruel fact that Elma had finally come to know that she had been punished and continued to plant herself as a murderer because of the sin of aiding and abetting the divine taking (Shintatsu) by Isma.

"So, is that it... what about the naked pretty boy stuck on his back?

Isma cleverly looks back at her neck alone to confirm.

"Yes, it is."

No doubt about it. Elma cried, speechless.

My lips lose color, naughty.

"Celte d 'Oral. It's the end of it."

Beautiful Boy of the Earthspider: Celte is younger than Elma and Ele, it is also an officer (Castrato), so to speak, who shrugged off his male function to escort the company's witches day and night, and to serve Jalah.

The woman and her freshly bewildered beauty and white skin were stretched out like misplaced sculptures on the armor of a monster.

On the back of a giant crab, sandwiched in two organs in a bowl, he: Celte was there.

I don't know what that is - that's the "mad old doctor” and the building beam: the constraint, experiments and achievements of Calcasas.

That's one of them.

"That was Cal and the crazy old Doctor."

"In order to regain God, it was an essential experiment/sacrifice = dedication (...), my brother said"

"You're doing too much!

I can't let it go! I'm telling you, Izma quickly repositions.

Move the scaffolding provided on a mostly vertical cliff in a smooth motion that is not expected to hold Elma back.

Still, like a flying Rattegart, it doesn't.

Celte's giant scissors attack the place they were talking about until earlier, turning it into a monster of evil bugs.

For each hard rock mass, the scaffolding was lightly slashed to cut even soft cheese.

"That cleavage! Impossible."

I'm kidding with the tone, but Isma's face on the run isn't laughing.

"I don't know about the idea of creating a god, but would you use your body for that ingredient?"

"I want to be watched over by God, even if I give you my personal testimony - I am the descendant of a clan that has been" twisted ", we are"

Isma can't carry on two sentences to Elma, who says so with all her heart.

For generations of the fathers, the people of Bethalion have served the Arakathi: (Ibis), and ruled the surrounding families with their authority.

Being involved there should have been an irreplaceable honor as a building beam and for the chosen and witches, and a pillar in both spirit and reality to stand on at the same time.

Indeed, the desolate god: "Ibis" was a desolate god demanding beautiful witches for sacrifice.

But in fact, as a benefit of this world, there were times when we would leave the mighty dragon, and in some cases defeat the hostile clan, bringing wealth and prosperity to the clan - in that sense, there was a commensurate return against the God-fearing by the people.

And the heart of Isma listening to the confession of Elma, the man who took away the God they have been working for - a former princess witch - is just as complicated.

On the back side of running Isma, the sound of the iron lattice dropping momentum constantly.

The walls shake vibratingly, and the accidental rockfall blurs the body.

"If that's too much!

If a fist-big stone hits your head that collapses and falls fast as you jump, you die easily.

Rattegart, who saw the plight of Ismas from above, lowered his altitude, striking the Celte body from the rear, which would be a blind spot, trying to turn the target towards himself again.

It was that moment.

Rattegart, look.

By the way, a beautiful, hence painful, boy's eyes open slowly, shaking his long lashes, in the heart of a koro that reminds him of copper sprayed with green and blue.

At the same time, his throat was stretched out to sing.

The rhythm (Yinritsu) spinning out of his throat, which was defied as he welcomed the joy, however, became more and more a black bondage chain and swarmed into Rattegart.

Letters gain energy and fly out of hole-like organs reminiscent of craters opened on either side of the Celte.

A row of disastrous spells.

A literally visualized poem of curse captures Rattegart.

Crawling Curse: The Serpentarius Venom - a swordswallowing curse that invades your guts.

"Not good, ahhh"

If you look up, it was the moment when a bunch of curses captured Rattegart, reminiscent of the countless sea snakes involved.

Izma gets off in an acrobatic motion by increasing the walls all at once, lowering Elma down to the scaffold she stuck out.

Despite the severe shaking, scaffolding, bracketed by a rope with a curse of preservation elaborated and meshed firmly with a tree set, lived.

Flexible structures were preventing the collapse.

"Daijibu?

Are you hurt? I'll take care of this, okay? Isma asked in two ways.

"Please go. I do my job."

"Sorry."

Quick to say, Isma rushed out when she finished putting the rockfall together to protect Elma and the neighborhood scaffolding.

Like swans swarmed by poisonous worms burning in anger (also) under Rattegart who falls drawing irregular orbits while coming.

To its overly thoughtful goodness, the Elma left to sigh.

"Honestly, I don't even look back... do you believe me or are you obsessed with that bird woman - or are you angry about your brother?... Either way, it's beautiful."

I guess the disease of love has finally grown its roots in my head. I just think Elma loves Isma like that.

After sighing uncut, he begins to run through the scaffolding, which has been subjected to rockfall and has become so unstable that it has been crushed and scattered.

Daughter of the earthspider enough to silently await the Lord's return: Elma's mentality is neither submissive nor normal.

When something happens, you can no longer even imagine that way of life, regretting that you weren't there instead of Isma.

In the meantime, Isma was about to approach Rattegart, jerking off several scissors and legs of Celte's swing down.

In the meantime, the abdomen of Celte - the belly of the crab - burst open, and countless strange creatures overflowed from it.

A number of shapes that ignore their connection as life.

Poor creatures created with curses and unforgivable biological experiments.

The only thing we have in common is that somewhere in there is always a beautiful boy and girl face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, what the hell? Aah!

Isma accidentally raised her voice.

And I realized who it was.

"These guys... are puppets at all!

I chase him away. If I beat that away, I would tease him and he would make a terrible noise.

Serte was one of the few success stories he has ever survived while being implanted with an artificial spindle conductor called "The Crazy Old Doctor”.

By virtue of the manifestation of "Chi Chi", given as much as possible as the surrogate of the lost God, he took on the role of restoring Betsarion's courage to his clan.

But the spindle conductor added to the flesh: "The Grid Gate" also created a strong predatory impulse.

One, two - slowly at first.

Eventually, however, it steadily increased in number and speed, and Celte began to devour the surrounding beings one after another.

The more you eat the Prey, the more it will be strengthened and increased.

Or maybe Celte was able to survive without burning out, because this predation made those victims pay for their lives.

These snoring dolls were the fruit of the victims who were preyed upon that way.

They plucked my life and ate my insides.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Put it down. Yes!!!

Shaking off the puppet around, through the rain of the scissors to be shaken down, Isma finally chased him to Rattegart.

"Mm, gi."

From Isma's lips, her voice leaked unexpectedly.

Gun, and a load on both arms.

The moment Isma's hand touched, the true knight's ability to fly, which was critical and maintained: Wings of Odette, expired.

Even though it is small, it is compared to the standard true knight maiden, and the muscular rattegart weighs quite a bit.

With the addition of metal armor and "Svennir", which can also be described as a small lance, it is close to 100 giros in total weight.

Izma had to cushion her entire body to take it.

Slight remaining scaffolding makes an unpleasant noise.

If it weren't for the flesh of Ibizus, my shoulder joint would have fallen out before my spine broke.

"Damn, weigh in, eh!!! If you think about it, it's a leg sheep job!

I can't enjoy the armor, the way it is, the feeling.

Around the time such a blur becomes a word in this situation, I see, a man named Izma is out of standard.

Isma paid off the black curse that flocked to Rattegart with her hands, so that she could roll and move on.

"Cloud Monkey Stride!!

It activates an alien energy about gravitational deflection and movement, and leaps and runs to the zigzag, using even collapsing rock masses and wood for scaffolding, exactly like a monkey (sir) crossing the valley.

"Isma!

I'll set it up, and Elma, who had somehow caught up to me, called out.

In a pressing situation, the idea of measuring the timing of the collaboration of the allogenic activation is important in this way.

"Aggressors Ruff!

Fly through cut pieces of paper mimicking the human form from your nostalgia as you scream.

A number of picturesque female portraits with luminous texts appear all over her body, attracting a fierce chase of celtes, along with sneers and laughter that annoy humans.

In the name of virtual enemies (aggressors), it is an alien ability that induces hostility that is difficult to ignore with a laugh that works and irritates the spirit.

It's a highly flexible move to treasure in retreat tactics and when you fish your opponent into a trap.

The ability to kill or extensively annihilate is not the only way to do it.

Rather, it is often this seemingly plain move that changes the phase dramatically.

At the same time, a silver thread wraps around Isma's hand - Elma's care and attention, not confused by the rambling Agressors Ruff, directs the escape route precisely.

Guided by the thread, Isma finally shook off Celte, who dealt with the shadow painting.