Sanzen no Souru Supina

"I knew that was what happened"

Cursed Potato Bug Block - Haytred Crowla.

The strings (codes) that had Io and the other inhabitants were all aggregated into this ugly mass of worms.

"I thought it was strange. The first Colorless Psychoacids. I always thought I couldn't explain that power.

The power of the spell system, the strength of the surgeon, and the strength of his grudging, warped and flexed thoughts, is directly connected to its power.

And yet, why don't you come with me? He was as calm as the Virgin, warmly welcoming me and giving at all costs.

If that's true, it's the most resentful and natural thing about me and Elma, as if that hadn't happened. "

At first, I wondered how much I could have done.

"I was convinced that the meal at the restaurant, that question, was the time. When I stirred up my emotions, Io, you raw emotions moved. But right after that, it just disappeared. It's like the emotion itself falls out."

That's weird, I thought. Isma continues.

"That's not like controlling. I put my mind in order, not so much. You can't forgive me, you can't forgive me, you can't forgive me - I threw that thought away somewhere. That's what it was like."

A number of eyes had begun to shed red light on Isma's flesh: "Ibizus".

It is as dark as a blaze that shines in the dark night, but it emits heat and light and heat.

Heartbeat like a heart.

Some of the women who shaped the head of Haythread Crowley in the light held him down to scratch his face, and some scratched his hands in the universe as he tried to grasp them, revealing a severe hunger.

"I didn't know you would. I want it. I was only dry and thirsty. It will never be filled. There is no healing.

Naturally, you connected your "Green Gate" and created a closed circle. We threw our own grievances in there. I cut myself off from being the ideal inhabitants of this Suspended Bridge Valley and its cursed chunks. Like dolls and dolls in puppet shows. "

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Eventually it becomes a curse that drips away as a black semiindividual, like ectoplasm.

The intolerable stench filled the surrounding area.

"While I'm a doll, while I play the ideal role, I can forget myself hard. We can forget our own essence, which has come to fruition in a bucket of things without any help. But..."

But because the problem has not been solved, its negative emotions accumulate in the real self, who is a doll but thus never shows up on stage.

"Perhaps if you and I were taken in, we would also watch this world as replicas, as dolls made to look just like orchid flowers?

Izma said as she stroked Io's head, already barely clamping the original shape and tightening it like a trap.

"Did you want it so bad?

Running black energy flows from the cord to the flesh, deforming Io as pseudo-bait like a grainy head and foot.

Squeezy, and Isma's flesh screams.

Slowly Isma shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give it to you"

Shh, and Io's limbs (which had already come to fruition in monstrous tentacles), along with the sounds of air draining, were severed in pieces. Even the thickened string (cord) is cut off from the "Hiroshi" of Ibizus.

And Isma threw the remnants of the remaining Io, pseudo-bait, into the giant jaw gate that had arisen in her flesh.

Shh, shh, and it ends chewing.

"The only thing I can do is drink up and eat up all of that curse."

To Isma's oath, "Haytred Crowla" raised a terrible growl.

It was a mad cry to break down the equilibrium of the hearts of those who heard it alone.

On that cry, that black hunk of curse flies in.

When Isma threaded the suspension bridge, she scratched them with divine manoeuvres.

The flesh, which looked like heavily armored armor, was under the control of Izma until all of it was at its end, guaranteeing precise and flexible motor performance.

"Haytred Crowla" persists in pursuing the Isma.

The "Haytred Crowla", which unraveled and became active as a circle ring, unleashed the fierceness it held as a collection of its curses.

Bashari, and a total of eight pairs of legs of the thoracic three, abdominal four, and tail one, which were stuck together, unfold and reveal their identity.

The long legs of the potato worm were also constructed of fused witches. The strange sound of Kichikichi was the sound of the witches rubbing their armor combined with exorcism.

The "Haytred Crowla", deformed to such a disastrous appearance, deviated greatly from itself and jumped ahead to block Isma's path at the next moment.

It was Isma who tried to change its orbit and attack its mass, but as if she had been reading the reaction, the flesh of "Haytred Crowla" became like a whip in an unexpected direction, capturing Isma. Spike-like predatory organs grown on the head and chest were all terribly high-density cursed masses made up of witches' flesh.

Izma looked.

From the wizards' exorcisms who spread their hands to capture themselves and the mouth peeking behind the vale, the saliva drips down without waiting.

And the ceremony will give you an incredibly huge jaw gate in the flesh of Haytred Crowla.

Isma was just about to settle in there.

But a moment earlier than its jaw gate captured Isma, a stream of light struck down "Haytred Crowla".

Genius: "Sparklelight Wings" - Flew in from above - it was the unleashed attack of Rattegart, whoever else it was.

"Isma! What are you doing!

"No, I trusted you to come, yo?

He held Isma like a swordfish flicking wings in the wind, and Rattegart flew.

The Witches of the Circle: The Witches who build "Haytred Crowla" raise their grudges.

An unclean, pure white maiden took away the mistress who should have been able to hold her hand just one more step away. The anger and resentment were tremendous.

The unfolding witches unleash a net of curses in one voice. But when it comes to venom, that's when I fake Rattegart and Isma.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Yah, you idiot! Don't bury me, don't shake my face left or right, don't flatter me!

"Ahhh, there was this little latte hidden under that steel armor. I thought you could leave me alone with this surprise, Descar!! Oh, the valley of bliss."

"But you have to. Ugh, the maximum speed is very different from when wearing armor. By and large, this is happening because you don't explain it properly, so I literally flew in!

As I said myself, Rattegart seems to have popped up with one stunning piece of lace.

It's adorable enough to be a stranger even if it's not Isma.

"Still, Ratte is beautiful to come by. Can I assume that's what keeps you from kicking me in so much?

"Bullshit! You said it was important! In this phase where my life is at stake, Ugh, no - you crazy, big fool!!

Ratte rushes through the sky scolding Isma.

Witch: From the perspective of "Haythread Crowla," it would only look like a man or woman who starts the universe at high speed in this emergency, but still flirts. I'm going to focus the attack on you two like crazy.

"Didn't I make you so angry!

"Alama."

Latte switched front and rear of sight with a rapid lateral roll, simultaneously swinging through his left hand and ordering another attack on Sparklelight Wings to return to the shell casings of "Svennir".

Even though most of them attenuated during the first blow, it still seemed painful if heavy mass bullets wrapped around powerful energy formed a group and clashed, and the witches tore a few together and flew.

But the flesh of "Haytred Crowla", shaped by a dark curse, seemed to erode the bullet body, and half could not penetrate it and was captured by its flesh and dissolved by Guzguz.

After all, the witches' flesh soon begins to regenerate.

"Damn, the bullets are draining heavily!

"What do you mean, replenish the drain?

"If you dedicate a" spindle "to the price, you'll recover soon... but he plays faster"

"Unless you shoot through the core block, that's no good. It's like it's made of resentment energy, and no matter how much you slap it outside of it, it's useless, because it's good enough to cause resentment."

"Say it first!

"You didn't have time for that."

"Wow, where is my free time scratching my chest coming from!

"Huh? You're not enjoying this for nothing ♡?

"My hand, my hand, my hand, my hand."

Isma can work all she wants in such a stuffed situation.

Rattegart, who holds Isma in his chest with his left hand and holds "Svennir" with his right hand, has no means of dissuading Isma.

Speaking of Izma on the other hand, she is suddenly completely sexually harassed with her own legs on Rattegart's left leg, her right hand on her back, and her open left hand diving into her glutes.

Of course, the goal was to show "Haytred Crowley" that way.

It's probably because of my mind that I seem to be justifying my actions with that aim.

And Izma's aim was centered.

The witches went mad with jealousy and began to chop up their own flesh at the mercy of not being able to capture Rattegart.

That's how it was chopped up, and Haythread Crowler started to self-destruct -- no, it wasn't self-destruct, it was decomposition, it was division, it was supposed to behave.

There was a noise, and like a shotgun, the "Haytred Crowla" split into thin pieces.

They settle all over Dosari, Besari, and Suspension Bridge Valley, and instantly become two- to three-metal-grade potato worms with the Witch One at their core.

The whole thing will serve the inhabitants who have already turned it into a predatory trap for Haytred Crowla.

The cruel thing is, the servant doesn't understand what happened to him, and he shudders in fear and asks for help.

Like throwing themselves off a suspension bridge over the sky, trapped inhabitants jump over Rattegart.

All of its faces are drawn to fear, yet the flesh is a fierce trap itself - Rattegart's heart is about to be torn apart by that gap.

"Wow - I can't forgive you.“ Mad old doctors. "

Izma smiled as she looked up downwards at Rattegart causing anger.

"What. Even with a refreshing face, we've decided to dispose of you. If we make it through this, it'll be a treat."

"Wow, that's frightening"

I'm scared, Bok, you're running away.

Huh? and faster than Rattegart inquired, Izma's flesh danced through the universe.

"Let's go."

Waving his hand, Isma chose to fall free.

The pre-stretched yarn falls on the suspension bridge and gets bigger.

Izma moves into lateral motion before its energy is attenuated and cut off, half a turn. Jump on the bridge.

"If I get flirted with another co in front of me, I want to catch them under a siege that makes me less and less want to let them get away. I thought it would definitely split us up, and now it's easier to find the core block."

Heterogeneity: The Cloud Monkey Stride - a move that adds powerful climbing and jumping power and greatly reduces the weight on the ground surface, Izma takes the divisive Haytred Crowla witches into her hands.

Lattegart was about to go upside down when he found out that his predicament had been created earlier.

Because when Isma's warmth slipped through her arms, she was in a real hurry.

Sometimes it is unacceptable for the public to say that to deceive an enemy comes first from an ally.

It's about maiden hearts.

Kills.

Or the witch caught me and cursed me, even for a moment.

A trap for a few residents fell in a circle trying to capture that Rattegart.

Ruttegalt, who protruded Svennir to eat and break the siege, releases Sparklelight Wings reflexively.

But it was released with the extremely reduced state of the bullet body, which only tore part of the wheel apart.

It was the moment Ratte thought he would get caught.

Vision stained blue.

It was later learned that the flame of blue and white ultra-high fever quickly burned out its white trap.

"Careless forward, sir."

He was looking down at Rattegart like a spider princess haunted across the leg sheep.

The remnants of the flame dance like fox fire at the tip of that ragged fan.

"Once Karan Karakubi spreads the blue daisy fan of the madness of fire, it won't calm down until it's scorched."

"Elma! I won't stay. Thanks."

Ratte thanked him as he descended to his place.

"Are you ready to...?

"Yeah, totally already. With your brilliant manoeuvres... well, if you catch all that flirting, you'll be mad unless you're a Netrale."

Rattegart gets upset somehow by what Elma says, which includes insurance somewhere.

"Oh, oh, that's, that guy on one side,"

"Instead, you're not in the mood for that underwear, mess? Lace is taking a lot of work, and could it be made of silk? I don't know what you think. It's for battle."

"No."

"And well, I also thought when I was in the hot tub, what is that keshikaran development? Ah, it's really naughty meat."

"That's, uh, not my fault. I'm in trouble, too."

"Isma blamed me, she sounded a lot cuter?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! No, no, no."

"Oh? Can you even make sure?

To Elma's point, Rattegart held onto the hem of his windy underwear.

"And, well, not to mention the light joke"

Elma looked down at the wolfish Rattegart.

"Along with the Yang Dynasty, I would like your support, Isma. I will set fire to this valley more than this." Karan Karakubi "once on fire will not stop until everything is burned down and returned to ashes. This fire is not just a fire. It fuels the more obsessed, the more resentful, to grow great flames. A woman who became too ghostly to think of her opponent died in a hurry with her own qi (Rinki) ― a cursed object with such a story. Please be careful."

Now let me show you the madness of baking fire.

Whether the rider's intentions have been communicated or the leg sheep serve as Elma's leg of the dance in a sophisticated movement that does not seem like a beast.

Erma slowly swirls the fan as she becomes a snail in charge of the divine.

Whenever a blue and white flame dwells at the tip of its open fan, its hands waved to overlap the distant view of the suspension bridge, and it burns into the landscape on the other side as it breathes.

The Focus, which reacts to the "grudge" that underlies a spellworthy earthspider, is just a magical object of homicide.

"Not so much, let this valley burn out. If Isma had lived up to her instincts before that, everything that was kept under the curse of" Haytred Crowla "would collapse. Then support Isma at her feet."

There was a condition in Elma's words that she was not allowed to say whether or not.

We knew Elma was enduring the pain of having to put her former compatriots in her hands, even though she had succeeded in being a bucket.

Rattegart replied just one thing, okay.

Holy Spear: Refill the "Svennir" with warheads and fly away.

My mind remembers a while ago - after I broke up with Isma.