Sanzen no Souru Supina

"No."

If it's a regular squad, I can't think of a soldier on the sidelines or anything in a mess just after a frontal assault.

However, Norman understood with certainty that his assault, which was a must-win, had been recognized by the opponent.

Esperalgo faction on the verge of total collapse due to the raid of the Included Beast.

What pushed it back was the euphemism of the killing, which brought the jade bug-colored armor and the giant blade out of its entire body and rushed at the speed of a disease thunderstorm.

Bioletta- i.e., the descendants of the Ouga (even) and their distinctive view of death as if they had come to fruition: the slaughter foot (Sloter Lim).

Norman saw a fascinating, demonic beauty spreading a luxurious (shabby) grin at the joy of blood, using himself as a weapon.

And then a tornado broke into the void that didn't let my hair in for a while and scattered death into the void pushed by the beautiful killer.

Menace. No, now Emperor Esperalgo: Mercenario El Madra Esperalgo.

Norman sent an honest praise throughout his chest for the small Falcata on both hands - no, a firearm combination - which is no longer a substitute for what should be called a gunsword, where only the concept is applied, and then it appears luxurious enough to change history - and smash the enemy line to dance and dance.

On the front line, and besides, the mundane emperor doesn't jump in to save the predicament of an allied faction that has been wiped out.

I can't forgive you for taking Serra hostage, but I know it's not.

Above all, his addition aroused the Esperalgos.

Like wheat, which increases strength when the front, which was on the verge of collapse, builds momentum.

Bad guy, but no, because of the big bad guy through Suzi, he excels in popularity and gathers support.

That's the character of a man named Menace, Norman saw in seconds of things.

I even think that the more you drink as an ally, I see, you're an interesting man.

Such a future might have been possible.

But have them disappear.

Confronting and hostile to the Knights of Catel Hospital, that's what I mean.

That's what making Norman the lead knight is all about.

Maybe, or... that kind of untrained doesn't exist.

None.

The man who returns everything to nothingness with the twist of one of his arms decided his heart as he ran.

At a time when your allies are rousing momentum, some guys are looking at it approximately, and I also think they're funny people, but it doesn't matter.

Menace notices a warning issued by a good man with glasses and attempts an interception.

Good collaboration, Norman commends.

But... sweet.

Hiccup, he exhaled sharply, and Norman let go of his moves with the velocity intact.

Rough blade fangs (Bradley Tarbulance).

Drag and swallow everything, a pitch-black spiral.

Norman unleashed the attack out of obvious range.

rush for enemy forces' responsiveness and speed of reaction, not from

The rolling wild blade fangs (Bradley Tarbulance) devour everything around them in the void space they enclose.

The beach dust rolled up as soon as possible and began to roar and inhale at a terrible rate.

That's a small sandstorm.

The shooting that Menace fired at the interception is no exception.

I guess "Spindle Energy" is the nucleus, which is perhaps the characteristic of being able to shoot out a very early move, a fight (Aura Brow), as a long-range shooting.

When it comes to the beginning, it's a fighting blow (Aura Brow) that's powerful enough to even shoot out sheet metal armor.

A shift in ideas, but Menace's weapon, the Demon Gun, that allows it to be struck out one after the other early in the arrow succession: isn't Gangray an incentive to maybe change history?

Released even with that in mind, Norman's wild blade fangs (Bradley Tarbulance) dragged and chewed (shudder) all over Menace's attack unleashed on the tow.

Yes, Norman used his moves as a restraint against Menace as well as blocking the rays.

"What ah? My bullet!

Even the voice Menace gave him is immediately swallowed and chewed up by a pitch-black spiral that devours everything.

Shh, shh, shh! Norman spread his grin and accelerated even further.

Well, from that range of attack, Norman stares at the Demon Gun: Gangray's effective range is about twenty meters.

It is on the battlefield of the intelligentsia that even this kind of thing is instantly grasped.

After its overhead effect time, a powerful flash penetrated through the impending impasse of wild blade fangs (Bradley Tarbulance).

Perhaps it's just a jumping tool (...) to shoot through an opponent alarmed that he grabbed his hand with a short range of traction.

But while watching that nearest bullet overhead, Norman's grin never stops.

Naturally, this kind of oddity, etc. weaves.

Don't lick me, kid, and Norman laughs.

Omae doesn't know how much combat data the Knights of Catel Hospital have accumulated.

First, he kills the good guy who discovered me in the beginning.

A man who is upset, flutters and turns books and other things is the type of man who may have a good eye, business and home affairs talent, but shouldn't be brought to the battlefield.

"Pity."

So he shrugged, and it was the moment Norman shook up his arms--the claw of purge: Arman.

Two figures slowly rising up in the sight that wraps around the dust vortex.

"Uno."

Norman spared the time to figure out who he was, swinging through the purifying claw: Arman.

Until just now, there must have been nothing between me and the subject.

So Norman paid the utmost attention to the shadow that suddenly appeared.

That is, purge claws from unwarned: an annihilation attack by Arman.

And I was right to deal with that.

Bye, Giyin ', a blow is struck by the surface armor of the shaken armor, almost simultaneously, Norman twists another knife that has burst into him aiming at his torso.

Rotated as it was, sharpening enemies that would have run through.

If it hadn't been for Focus, Norman's arm would have been lost in the first-shot phase.

A purifying claw swung through with a roar similar to the lion's roar (howl): Arman, but due to its lack of response, Norman frowned.

"But I did kill..."

"Oh, yeah, you did, and you killed him. Oh, my God!

An honorable man stood in front of Norman as he sidelined the rough blade fangs (Bradley Tarbulance) that completely ran out of effect time and lost momentum like a disappearing whirlwind.

Deputy of the Esperalgo faction: It's Gummeron.

That's odd, Norman thinks.

Be vigilant at the same time.

Traces left at your feet - in your footprints.

Norman's swinging blow does, however, bring vanishing, but not so extensive.

If you choke off the upper body of a human being, only that part will be erased, for example, both legs will remain on the spot.

Just as a giant carnivore took it from its jaw gate.

But there was no trace of the person who vanished and killed him on the beach.

Other than this footprint.

And you don't have to look back to see the signs.

Now the opponent, who slipped by his side and devoured a blow, also disappeared completely.

"Fucking demon."

"It's no wonder! That's how it works, this copy of the dead: Dead Blue is heh!!

Yu man, who opened a large wave of books decorated with thick skins and decorated with precious metals, shouted at confused Norman.

"Goddamn it, I just summoned my buddies to kill them both in an instant!! I'm coming with you, this way!! Uh, uh, who was it... anyway, precious talent!!

"Talent… Hello, you… Dead Man (Necromancer)!!

"Uh? Wouldn't you like to be with those delicacies?! I want to be a little more elegant!! Beautiful!

Pinch the page of the book, Young Man: Gummeron summons.

It has an intelligent appearance, but in times of war, it may be the type that gets so intense when the main line cuts off.

"Copy of this Dead Man: Dead Blue is the most emotional delicacy you can summon those guys as they were alive only once!

This man, is he an idiot or a genius?

Either way, Norman thinks.

Even in an instant, Norman's legs were delayed by two earlier deaths (assuming the Young Man's explanation was correct), and Norman now hesitated to attack because he didn't know where those deaths had been summoned from.

If the mystery is carefully explained, the deterrent named Threat will be scattered away.

Quite an interesting existence, but there are things to come.

Let's have it disappear.

The instantaneous judgment of Norman's attack, but now the massive mass that jumped and descended, held back.

Yes, the descendants of Ouga (even), Violeta.

"It's me you're dealing with. Knights of Catel Hospital: Norman Burgest Harvey - I was hoping to help."

Beautiful battle drowning (warmonger) spreads a fierce grin and tells.