Sanzen no Souru Supina

Isma and Cal.

Behind the battle between kings who do not allow prediction, the darkness is fought.

For example, here, even in the depths of Column Palace.

"Well, after all, there's no difference in combat experience... if the plan haunts me well, there will be a chance - but if Izmagalum has been ruthlessly thorough, this could be difficult."

"I need you to tell me more about what you mean"

"Hi?! I wonder what's wrong, you white witch of the earthspider. My sister, Black Co, had a terrible time with me. What are you doing here?

"What I know... there's just no reason to let the Omaes get away with it alive"

"Well, then, who's on that stage?"

"It's a puppet. Attitude control is automatic."

There was a blade on Ida's long jaw.

Earthspider-specific branch hook (brunch hook) - A sword with several inverse thorn blades was seeping blood into the skin to expose the larynx with only a few more forces.

The incense stood, reminiscent of orchid flowers.

It was the earthspider princess, not to mention Elehimera herself dressed in the attire of the murderer, who was beside Ida, who was sitting on a crumbling fortress and observing the attacks of Isma and Cal.

"I see. I can't imagine a princess running away from her basket coming in alone right after that."

"Poking through the gaps in enemy thinking is the best tactic. And I'm not single."

Well, and there was a sound of chewing the sand, and another princess threw her voice at Ida's spine.

The answer was Ele's sister: Elma.

"Thanks for all the sisters... this guy's gone"

"The only thing left is Omae."

Before coming up to this fortress, Ele and Elma assaulted the home of the "mad old doctors”.

It was too easy for both of us, such as killing the doctors who were unconscious in relaying the finishing touches of their work, Calcasas.

"The Omaes' plans have been crushed. Kill Omae and the nightmare will end."

"Then why don't you do it right away? I hear leading assassins spare their time."

"Omae has a mountain to ask. If you don't want to answer, that's cool. I will turn you into humiliation, humiliation, fear and pain and carve you back."

I couldn't feel the emotion in Ele's story, and that was how much she meant it.

"Fine, don't, question"

I guess a man named Ida, who glanced at Ele and turned his gaze back into the battle between Cal and Isma, which grew in intensity again, after finding out that he was so, is still already insane.

"Why, I'm here"

"Of the work I put into my own hands - no matter how unfinished - I didn't see the end, and I couldn't possibly dissipate it."

"Brother - Daughter of the Carcass and True Knight: Can we undo Rattegart"

"I can't. You can move on, and you can deport it, although it's against sophistication. But it won't go back to normal. It's impossible to get back what you've used."

"... that's my last question. What is Omae's strategy?

"What are you gonna do when you know that?"

"I'll let Isma know what I know"

"That's... I guess I'm a little late"

Ida snickered his chin without a blade and in the Abyss of Ignorance, he refers to two heroes who are trying to clash exactly as they do now.

"Hey, it's a substitute that's already done its part in the real sense. It's like a memory. Love's Out Shell, I don't know.

I'm sad. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ismagalum will surely try to get that co back, won't he?

And for that, you're going to solve the magic that was put on that Co - the dream that will continue to be loved.

But that's a one-sided push of goodwill. That girl loved me. Ismagalum.

But there are conditions there. It can't be unconditional. Beautiful, pure, unspoilt, chaste - such an ideal as a woman.

But that's all I have in Dreams.

Now, that girl, Rattegart, envisions Dreams as reality.

That's what Ida and Cal assume, because there is, but that's not all. Nightmare for that girl = reality is beyond that thin book like that contraption, and sometimes Rattegart feels it like a hunch. "

That's fear, Ida said. Then I continued when I inherited my breath.

"So I'm trying to lock myself in a beautiful Dream I want. Well, it's not just about the Will.

The flesh rejects it more than the spirit. For a true knight's maiden, what's more, the behavioral principle of accompanying a beloved man is a pedigree instinct, the core of social norms, right? But what do you think happens when an ideal self, and a fallen self, is compared to what the norm commands?

Self-destruction, self-destruction and suicide bombing. You know what I mean? Whatever. How to say it. It can't be stopped by Will anymore. "

After saying it, Ida gazed at the end of the heroes who would continue to fight again.

Blah, and Ele's cuttoe shook.

Then hey, Ida says as she remembers.

"Idahs." I slaughtered the mad old doctors, and the only thing left was Omae, but hey. Why do you think the other doctors don't have it, just like Ida had another? Because I knew this would be a shitty front-line experimental ground. Hey. A long time ago, the other doctors abandoned this place. The only thing left is Ida. "

Ida will not perish. Backup, stock, still, there is.

"More importantly, Ida and the others are here because they want to."

That was the moment I said it.

Bubble, and Ele grabbed a sharp hook claw and judged its throat.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

into a blood pond built by itself.

I cramped, laughed, and died.

"To whom? Tell me."

"You know what I mean?" Nerd. "That's where I came from."

My lips scratched like that and I stopped moving.

"Sister! I need an autopsy immediately."

"It's too late. - Look, I'm gonna destroy myself."

In the blood build-up, Ida's flesh progressed rapidly to rot, quickly becoming a filthy mass of meat that drowned out of decay juice.

Elma didn't have to tell me, and she didn't want to kill Ele.

Ida would not have been able to make a match if she had suffered more and stayed alive until she had rubbed off her spirit.

Prepare for it, prepare the torture gear with the mountains.

Yet while the madness dripping from its mouth poured out of its ears, Ele couldn't stop the blackening slaughter from boiling in the back of her chest, adding so much pressure that it dripped behind her thorax.

When I noticed, my body was responding to the intention to kill.

Perhaps the conversation of backstroking the emotions and eroding the mind of this opponent was the most intelligent of the "mad old doctors”.

When Ele shifted her gaze away from Ida, who had become intolerable to the front, she returned her gaze to the battle between Isma and Cal - two different heroes who collided.

A decisive ruin was about to emerge.

Red-hot flare shells fly in and burn up the armored surface of Hari Haral.

Nearly a thousand degrees of ultra-high heat flame shell is a sticky lava mass, which naturally cannot damage "Hari Haral," which is the "Focus," to that extent of heat, but the flame that burns firmly against the target ensures that the weight of the sticky lava content alienates sight.

"Wouldn't that shield, heat, flames and plasma be more heavy-mass physical bullets, even if they could be sealed off?

This was the tactic Isma took against Cal's "Hari Haral", which prevents the fire. This alien, which belongs precisely to the heterogeneity of the geothermal system: "Flaming Jerry" is a highly reliable attack that is exploited as a trap that blunts its behaviour itself, even against large, heat-resistant organisms.

Cal knocks Sparklelight Wings in the direction of his voice without getting into his hair.

Badappa, and a fierce flash burns my eyes. Off. Decoy. It's a flash shell planted in Aggressors Ruff.

Even if you don't rely on your eyes to use the excellent vibration sensing abilities of earthspiders, you can't grasp Isma's manoeuvres.

Countless of its trajectories appear on a lattice stage.

Hallucinations, which also work only on sound and vibration, are inherently so small that they are not remembered as anomalies with a name.

But at the same time, and so naturally, Cal was unaware of the talent and tremendous combat experience of a man named Izmagalm, who would tip the battlefield in his favor.

Whereas Cal, with his overwhelming defensive and offensive abilities, Isma went into a tactic of warfare with his mobility and illusion to stir up his opponent.

It was buying time to wait for information from the Eles infiltrating the Column Palace, while at the same time watching the gap to rescue Rattegart, who had been stitched to the Cal.

But I didn't seem to have time to wait for information.

When Cal was being driven by impatience, Isma was caught up in the same thoughts that scorched the bottom of her stiffness and belly.

For one thing, Cal's attack was fairly accurate.

This was telling the story of the high level of competence of a man named Cal.

Even the stirring Isma couldn't afford it as much as I would have imagined from its light tone.

The other one had feelings for Rattegart that boiled in his chest.

As Ele pleaded, Rattegart bought the role from time to time and left.

If the end is death, there may still be a lot of salvation.

But over more fear and disgust, Rattegart took on such a role.

While denigrating his flesh into alien form, exposing himself to its appearance, knowing that he had to live longer as a trap to lure Isma.

Whether it is Ele or Elma who is now relative, Izma would have learned the same rush.

It's just that the overwhelming shortness of time we touched each other was brutally beautifying that memory.

For the sake of just one daughter, Rattegart would have said that she was disqualified as a king, such as misseeing the path to be taken.

If you say that, Isma would like to say back that you are disqualified as a true knight maiden for choosing a man like this.

"I'm glad I fell with you."

With a smile and tears, Isma remembers Rattegart so crushed.

Get you back. Isma thinks.

To that end, I'm separating you from Cal.

It was at the same time that Isma made that decision and joined Cal to scratch that line of defense, and Cal, who boiled the business, went on a saturation attack.

Kusabi with countless tails appeared from Cal's entire body and was struck out.

It discharges as it unfolds and creates a net of lightning strikes.

Cal's circumferential radius of ten meters becomes thunderous hell with thunder pouring down from all directions.

Heterogeneity: CHAIN LIGHTNING - It creates a number of lightning balls and is a wide-ranging destruction capability that knocks out the perimeter along with a chain of lightning strikes that occur during that time.

The brilliance of violet electricity overwhelms the audience's vision, which was recovering from a white-dyed vision by Izma's flash bomb.

The moment Isma, Cal, set each other up, the moment the audience all had the illusion of being in silence (mundane) in reverse to the loud sound of deafening (brazing) ears, a tremendous roar along with the flash of light that became the battlefield.

As a powerful thunderbolt struck the scaffolding and erased one illusion after another Isma's trick, scratching the thunderbolt, Isma made contact with Cal.

There was only one hole in the net of electric shock.

It is the ray of Thunder Spear: "Svennir".

The rust launched from Cal is wired to the "Gursha Eela".

It was an organ for maintaining multiple simultaneous Cheyne Lightning, an alien normally firing in one direction.

But it inhibits spear takeover because it is wired, and in some cases it shoots itself through it.

Above all, it was also Cal's claim that he wanted to settle on that spear.

And Isma finds Cal's invitation there.

It is the usual means of annihilating the siege that creates a wax and a hole in the siege net and lures the enemy there.

This is what we think of as a breakthrough. The enemy is lured into the jaw gate of the waiting death of the ambush.

But that's why there's a winning chance there, Isma decided.

Then Cal fixed and shot Isma, who had exposed herself to the ray.

There was a tremendous noise of heavy metals meeting with each other.

Cal felt a clear response, and the next moment, Isma's appearance was disappearing.

You did it, and so Cal's heart was somewhere, and when he felt the joy - Isma's fist was shooting through his face.

Jin, the blow that paralyzes you to the head is caused by "Spindle" conduction.

Cal neutralizes before he thinks.

There was no pursuit.

No, we couldn't afford Isma enough to chase him.

Light Winged Herd: Though Sparklelight Wings was not a direct hit, he was quietly choosing Isma's back.

Desolate God: The flesh of "Ibizus" had been stripped, exposing the contents of its carcass.

And while Isma let its flesh pass, he made Rattegart's rescue take precedence over Cal's extermination.

Fighting fellow countrymen eroded by the "Green Gate", repeated on previous journeys, had taught Isma.

If you tap into a Special Ability that deals deadly damage like this, Rattegart, which remains assimilated to Cal, will suffer that damage as well.

So separation before that, rescue was an absolute condition.

Rough, letting force rip Cal's chest open and destroy the junction with a knife.

I couldn't stand that shock. A few fingers break, but Isma doesn't even care to stop.

I even raise my sensual voice to the pain that Rattegart is stripped of.

If I pulled through the chisel, the spine-like parts would stop the beautiful lace-like flesh from penetrating.

When Isma pulls through it, she leaves.

Shortly afterwards, a light wheel was released from its chest.

Ultra-high heat rays, their rings-- Sol Overlay.

If the retreat had been delayed even for a moment from that range of light wheels that quickly converged, Izma would have been doubled off by Rattegart.

The two heroes confronted each other again on a stage where thunder bombardment was stopping and quiet was returning to leave as if it were a long lightning strike.

"Is this your last trap? That was awesome, but... I did dive through it, didn't I?

Isma said in full creation. Lattegart, who held him in his left hand, was not hurt, and no, he sprinkled his even more beautiful cheeks on Isma, and called the name of his beloved man like a rumor.

Tied chains, wires, hooks and cords that are a sign of restraint and obedience from multiple layers of flesh reminiscent of a ripped lace hang down.

Rattegart, which has no legs anymore and can be held, is already a beautiful bound white orchid flower.

"Isma, Isma..."

Isma tries to remove the last shackle that seals both eyes of Rattegart, which repeats the crease.

"Better not - keep it up, show him the Dream."

Cal said as he lifted his gigantic body.

The scaffold lattice miraculously withstood the super-high heat reward.

Is it because of the curse that has been worked out?

carbide the surface. Still, it supported its enormous mass.

"Whatever Ratte looks like, it won't change my love"

"It's cruel, Ismagalum. Omae can only weigh the weakness of others' minds against his own. That standard cannot be reached by many ordinary people. Most people in this world cannot live as strong as Omae. No, here's the thing exactly - I don't want to impose on myself the pain of living strong. Why don't you see that? To that end, we need a" God ”or a" hero "or a pillar on which a king - or a norm - should be based to sit and impersonate responsibility in the position of the weak... Why don't you see?

"Is that what Cal, you got from crawling through the bottom of the land?

"Truth, Isma, great ancient king. Weren't you tired of sleeping?"

"Did you check it out?

"A man who was our ancestor and hero. What makes you think I wouldn't look into it?

There are no earthspiders I do not admire - just as I was.

If so, why didn't you come back sooner?

Isma did not answer Cal's blood-soaking words.

Because Isma knew there was nothing else to show.

Why didn't you come back?

What made you king of vagabonds as a adult?

If we reveal all that, Izma will no longer be able to be in this place.

That is the curse of the Lord.

The subtle fate determinant that every living organism in this world lives in: "Harness" throws Isma out to places that people can't recognize. Terra Incognita. Into the unconscionable realm.

So, what's one thing, Isma can't talk about it.

Until we see what must be accomplished, the seeds of the Soul that we have sown ourselves, and their fate, and their decay as their forefathers...

So I knew I could only prove it by continuing to show that back.

We also knew that Cal's so-called organization of the world was rooted in the instincts of mankind in the broader sense of the other species - not just earthspiders.

But Isma believed that there was a way to get over it.

Isma has no means of transmitting what she believes, only by accomplishing it.

So I thought I'd show you.

Difficultly, the harmonious pressures and customs and practices around them and the appearance of those who resist the temptation to the weak who hid them.

Let's cover Rattegart's eyes. I put my finger on the Book of Dreams.

That was... that was the last trap.