Sanzen no Souru Supina

Put your hands on the book (and just) that covers the eyes of Rattegart, where Isma has changed.

That's how The Dream ends abruptly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Peeled by injured fingers It was soft and delicate as a film made on top of warmed milk, and thus unbroken.

Why, I think Rattegart.

Until now, I should have been wrapped up in a loving man and loved.

It should have been crazily sought after and filled with joy to respond to it.

I don't need anything, I thought so.

I already wanted to be tied up here, like this.

One of them gently blocked the unclosed gap that had been open in the corner of my mind since I was a young child.

Even though they were different races, Rattegart became so fascinated by the way he lived that he wanted to live beside them from the bottom of his heart.

So, at least, I wanted to be worthy.

When I lined up next door, I wished that one could be proud.

I thought it would also lead to the pursuit of ideals - as the maiden of a true knight, who had been heard and torn from a very young age.

One day, there's no shame in standing in front of my mothers, no, on the contrary, to stretch my chest with pride and claim my way of life.

And it shall be only unto this man that I shall respond to the loving, the loving, the sober.

Beyond the ideals set forth by my mothers. It has to be such a love snail.

It is a supreme pleasure to be loved in the cool and aromatic incense wind, wrapped in clean sheets and sunlight.

Rattegart responds to that demand with his whole body and spirit.

However, I hear far-reaching lightning, as sometimes it incites chest anxiety.

It's all the way around those sharp, pointy squirrels.

Thunder blast, and lightning, flames burning bright red. When you look at the sight, the back of your chest pulses and hurts when you scratch.

Don't look, that one's palm gently blindfolds me, keeping Rattegart away from the pain.

Yes, and when he nodded obediently, Rattegart remembered that his senses would increase.

Lattegart trembled when the lightning struck loudly.

That deafening sound tries to awaken abominable memories by touching deep parts of Rattegart's heart, wounds he doesn't want to be touched.

I want you not to hear me, says Rattegart.

Don't be frightened, I want you to love me until my head turns white - so I beg you.

But usually, I don't answer that one who's supposed to respond to that "twist".

When he realizes, Rattegart realizes that his warmth has been lost, his sheets have been pulled off and left naked by himself.

And my eyes, I can't see. Blindfolded. Shackles on hands and feet. I can't move.

Don't leave me alone.

I call that one by accident. If this is Dream, I want you to remember. I want you to go back to that mixed place.

In response to the twist, the shackles were roughly removed, and the blindfold was taken away.

And Rattegart was thrown out into reality.

The audience surrounds the sight of a hot atmosphere burning your throat, the bottom of hell, peeling out your eyes like a frightened dog and killing your voice to look at this one.

Holding Rattegart is that one - Isma - whose back was heavily scratched all over the blood and some of her fingers were ripped apart.

Relatingly -- likewise, King of the Earthspiders: Calcasas. Anomalous, out-of-phase standing.

And Rattegart is screaming unconsciously at himself.

Her sensors are all like dresses.

to devour senses. It had been replaced by that.

If you open the inside, you can see the endless desire pulsating in the back of the mind of an organ that has developed like a head and foot.

That was the nightmare that the thunderbolt would evoke - no, it was a sight of reality.

The "mad old doctor" who applied this abominable business: Ida explained everything about the business to Rattegart with practical examples.

Literally, until the body finds out.

Then I dropped it in that Dream.

In Rattegart, all events appeared instantly linked, to understanding, and to rejection.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The cranium is pinched with both hands, and Rattegart is screaming.

Who have you become?

What has happened to me?

And just now, I thought I was the man I loved, and I wondered what I was serving.

The consciousness of betrayal, the consciousness of treachery, the consciousness of despair.

That poured in as it broke Rattegart's reason like a dirt stream.

Izma turned her gaze to notice and called Rattegart's name.

"We're ours, we're ours, we're ours, we're ours"

That gentle gaze and the way he called it caught up with Rattegart.

Too little more, with no matching face, Rattegart tries to escape Isma with both hands.

Yet the lower body sticks to Isma as if the starving head and legs take in the opponent, crawling the tentacles under the hydra mundane and trying to devour love.

Rattegart can't stop Izma's left arm from being titled and shaved.

Shamed that he could not escape, Rattegart holds a "grudge" that he wants to disappear.

To react to it, the anomaly was activated.

Last Trap: Energy Drain - the evil method of sucking up the opponent's essence.

What are the consequences of the differences in energy bypass?

Rattegart, in the interaction between Elma and Isma, knows it.

"No, Ratte- - You shouldn't be absorbed, the output is too different in the thickness of the energy bypass - you're breaking!

Isma said in a pressing voice.

"That's why I said it. Let him die, Izmagalum. The daughter's body is directly connected to a giant" spindle "reactor connected by a dimensional twist. It is meant to provide this" Gursha Eela "of mine with the energy of the Nerd.

The flesh of her daughter, who continued to give you and me "Him" via The Valkyries Pact, is no longer at the extreme of depletion. The flesh is trying to forcibly absorb "spindle energy" for its survival. That too, dramatically and rapidly.

The Puppet Needle will no longer work! The despair of her daughter will eventually explode into the explosives that she sucked up from you.

That way, the fire enters the reactor, which was in a state of temporary death with its explosion as a firing plug - - the Gate (Portal), which fulfils any "twist": a heritage preserved behind this world. The energy sucked up from God ignites by despair and becomes the light of guidance for the birth of our new God. "

"Carcassassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

"It's the reason (the proverb) that creates overload in the world, I guess that's what you say, Ismagalum. No, you're not. I will fly them over. You know, about you! Who made this world the catfish it is!

Isma peeled her eyes at the words that burst out of Calcasas' mouth.

"Why... do that"

"Know what I mean? What made you walk through the bottom of our earth for decades crawling? You think I was just relying on them, the fruit of it, while unwillingly joining hands with the" mad old doctors "?

We independently searched for the secret. Yes, the country, the lost empire: the secrets that supported Ur!

It then reached one of the Gates (Portal), preserved in a state of provisional death. Forming My Flesh: "Gursha Eela" is not just "Greed Gate".

In the first place, it's the reactor's external output. relay - to reveal a miracle in the world. "

This pseudo-spindle circuit: The Grid Gate is nothing more than a trap to lead its lower engine, the Spider, to a further superior species.

It was I who provided the ingredients to the mad old doctors.

They're just technicians to embed it.

To Cal, who mocks himself and says, don't, Isma exclaims.

"Cal, that's a mistake. You're trying to cut off a snake scorpion, and you're trying to make a deal with the devil. That's why our country disappeared from this world, right? Every country, every living person there. By and large, I don't know why you can't tell me that the place you think you've reached on your own is a guide to the crazy old doctors. They are of the Lord."

Ugh, and Izma suppressed her chest and knelt.

The left arm is suspended so that it can be twisted up, where Rattegart's flesh is tangled.

I can see the "spindle conductor" emitting light from the inside.

Almost in a state of panic, Rattegart tries to pull off his own flesh from Isma, pulling the hide, but just feels like a current and is unnecessarily disturbed even after a few touches.

"Kill me, Izma... please, let me die."

The scream of a sad latte blames Isma.

Isma was no longer tied to three curses.

One is Energy Drain, caused by Rattegart's flesh.

One is the curse of the Lord upon him.

And the curse that the last one can't get through to the way to overturn this situation.

Cal in front of a distressed Isma: The back of "Gursha Eela" unfolded and the structure appeared like a light back.

Perhaps it was there. It's an organ to receive the Nerd stored from Cal's Talked Gate (Portal).

This is Cal's ploy, Isma, and Cal Casas' ploy, which he affirmed would also try to eat.

It was its final form.

"What's up, ancient king? If that's what you mean, stop it with your strength."

If you were going to stab Todome, at this moment, Cal had or could have done it.

But I didn't.

That doesn't come from a chronic mind, but an attitude that tries to watch that frying phrase of your finishing plot.

And if the other is something that can overshadow this predicament, a manifestation that Cal unconsciously wanted to see.

A man named Cal was a spider for nothing.

After being deprived of “God” by Isma, a Gentile, Cal wandered around in defamation as a disgraceful king, the presence of a man who could speak with his chest collar open about his responsibilities as king did not finally appear.

There was Dajra as a working captain, but he was mainly a man who was in charge of warfare and had little say in politics.

The two princess witches who were supposed to act as auxiliaries had been the object of punishment for Cal.

No, the figure of Izma, captured and tormented by the curse of triple bitterness, was the figure of Cal himself, his projection, who has so far remained indignantly tied to pride of responsibility and lineage as a building beam, humiliation, dishonor and hatred.

"Then what happened to you?"

Cal was unspeakable in his questioning.

"What's the matter, Ismagalum? There's no respite anymore."

Rattegart raises his tail long to the energy line in his body, which adds more and more light.

It is the powerful and excessive energy of Isma that flows into the whole body that gives it so much sensibility that it shakes off the limits of neurotransmission.

You can only restrain yourself and blade yourself, turn your white throat against you like a bow, and cry and plead.

"Kill me, kill me"

Indeed, that was the only solution.

Cal wasn't unaware of the possibility.

Rather, when we combined this measure, we set that possibility on the axis of our only hope.

Cal knew with his own hands that it was more important than anything to express hope first in order to extricate despair.

And if Isma chooses that hope - it will inflict a wound that cannot be erased in its spirit.

Cal wanted to see Isma fall, as humiliated and angry and hateful as she once was.

If we cannot choose Rattegart's death, Cal, who has become a complete body, descends as being above [Ibizus].

Even if you choose Rattegart's death, you can carve an indelible wound into Ismagalum's heart.

That's enough to break my heart.

A broken heart undermines the stability of the Spindle.

That leads to a winning chance.

For Cal, this measure should have been no harm if he had fallen in any way.

However, it was concluded that under the current circumstances, Isma would not be able to choose.

This man named Izmagalum loves individuals too deeply.

That's a fatal weakness as something you have to put yourself in the loneliness and loneliness of a king.

Hikari Rattegart's voice grows and informs him of his good fortune.

The light gathers and the world stains gold.

Critical.

Cal finishes saying that--it was just before.

Bubble, and bright red blood sprayed from Rattegart's throat.

Then, the stiffened energy becomes a running stream of light, striking the surroundings and washing them away.

Cal saw it in its golden and pitch-black world as he embraced the energy rush that burned his skin in (Hari Haral).

Isma's left arm, deformed into an evil snail, appeared devouring Rattegart's pure white breast milk and devouring his heart from the inside.

Cal couldn't stop a miserable grin coming to his mouth unexpectedly.

What do you say?

The taste of humiliation, anger, and hatred that I tasted,

Weren't you still a Musina in the same hole?

No matter how great you wish to be at the mouth end up trampling the lives of those you love in order to prevent your enemies from gaining a more powerful "Hiragana".

Now, now, finally, we are equal.

Criticality did not come, i.e. "Gate (Portal)": "Balan Singh" did not activate, meaning that no stigma appeared to the leap to come, far from the road to height - but there was an odd fullness in Cal.

Such joy boiled like a geyser in my chest.

I felt like I had gained a true understanding of my only friend.

As a fallen one.

Cal finally realized that this was what he wanted.

The look of Izma, who sees the figure of Rattegart drowning in his own blood, in his arms, was, however, coloured with contrasting serenity.

There were no words.

Instead, Isma exercises powerful alien powers.

─ ─ Dimension Gate (Gate).

It is the ability to open the passage with the out-of-phase space in order to call the subpoena placed under his own command.

But Isma didn't want to call something.

He threw Rattegart's remains into the hole.

When the two hands met and twisted, the "Dimension Gate" closed with a noise like a giant dragon closing the jaw gate.

There was a freezing silence in Isma's eyes as she finished them and turned back to Cal.

The color of deep nothingness.

Nara's.

"Broken or broken, my heart"

In response to Cal's inquiry, Isma responded with a quiet voice.

"Omae is making a big mistake - the measures he set up on Rattegart should have been able to operate with Omae's" will, "he said.

I don't have a heart fragment big enough to break anymore.

The remnants of a shattered heart.

A carrot vessel packed with it.

That's me.

Rattegart, Ele and Elma - the "twist" of one of the people involved - are just finally moving me.

So it won't break.

And Omae now, for one minute, erased and plugged Omae's "Nerd" into his replacement, which had been involved there.

Therefore, I will wave the "Hirae" for Omae.

The Rattegart connected to Omae opened a channel with you.

Now, I'm going to be just a device (machine) to fulfill Omae's true "twist".

The voice was felt by Cal not from Isma's lips, but as it echoed from the scars that remained worn on its back.

Behind Isma, Cal sees a grain of light blown out of that wound make a snail of the light wheel.

It shines like a mandala.

"These are the enemies that the Omaes really should have confronted."

When that light back subsided, there was no more personality named Cal left in the flesh of the stifling Cal.

I didn't even touch my hand, let alone exercise my super destructive powers.

Isma destroyed only Cal's spirit to the point where he was completely skinless.

"No more Omae's mind will come back to this side. Never. This is" After Salvation. "

There was nothing I could do about the twinkling Isma tone, cancer.

This is the final form of the Genius: Moonshine Favor, which only Isma can handle in this world (Realm).

A curse that destroys the mind (system) that controls an individual named Cal by "doing so".

In other words, in order to destroy the False God, a place that refluxes his Him.