Sanzen no Souru Supina

Gah, and a bullet bounced off Arman's shoulder-armored surface missed Norman, drilling a hole in the beach because Menace missed his aim, or because of reflexive defensive behavior in time, let alone coincidence.

Menace's right-hand demon gun: Gangray, because it made a clear noise and the steel shots started.

Boom-boom, and the flying gunsword roars as it rotates, poking zakli, into the sandy beach.

Ju, and the sand wet by sucking blood, was heated by a burnt blade and a barrel of guns to give up steam.

"What?!

Without missing a moment of wolf in Menace, Norman flicked himself, creating a gap in Violeta, who believed in the special.

GaaOoooooo!! ─ ─ A palm swung through at the counter made Violeta's right arm disappear from beach to beach.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Because he aimed at his feet and a blow of restraint struck him.

Menace's Love Gun: Gangray is one "focus" in two cloves.

But even in Menace, it was still unacceptable to release a dozen claws.

Because...

"Don't move! Let's get Selah back!

The voice of a boy who shook off his cowardice, chewed up the scream of fear he was about to give, and solemnly aspired to recapture a woman he liked, tore the battlefield apart.

Who else would it be?

A boy determined to fight for what he really wanted, Knight of Obedience: Trao Gallius, was setting up a light crossbow with a quick loading of the next bullet and aiming for Menace.

If only cunning were to be mentioned as an object of evaluation, perhaps Trao should have shot Menace in the first blow earlier.

Or maybe I should have made a blow before hitting the voice of demand like this.

It's a ruthless decision, but in exchange for Norman's life, or only Menace should have succeeded in definitely killing him.

What the hunter must fear most is not to make his prey at his disposal, nor to get lost in the way.

It's about blindly believing that you're on the hunting side.

So the truly excellent hunter masters extremely advise their sons and disciples in their mouths.

Look back, once and for all, before you target your prey.

And until earlier Menace was a good example of blindly believing that he was exactly the person on the hunting side.

So, if Trao had squeezed the tractor on that scene, no doubt, Menace would have been fatally injured.

That much power was in the crossbow, and Trao's skill should have made that possible with clarity.

Perhaps the gunpoint that was pointed at Norman by the shock was also bluffing.

We're talking about possibilities, but there may have been an option for Norman to survive while Menace was still in place.

And no one would have blamed Trao for doing so.

Because the reaper of the possibility of death is the garden where the bouncing trek takes place is the essence of the battlefield.

But Trao didn't.

Not just once.

Twice, I closed my eyes to chance.

It was the sweetness, the youthfulness, but the perseverance (ginger) of a boy who had dreamed of becoming a knight.

As a knight, as a man and, more importantly, as one who tries to get back the woman he likes.

We had decided we had to go beyond.

A man named Menace.

To retrieve not only flesh, but even Selah's heart, and.

Trao observed the wrapped mess from a distance, more than anyone.

It was understandable from that move that what was between Menace and Serra was not just a relationship between usurpers and just captives.

Perplexity, and may I describe it in one way?

The moral and chastity concept of being an educated Ixist so far, or, if not Trao's thoughts, the appearance of Serra, who, although showing the bare gesture of resistance from her thoughts on herself, was pushed away and flirted with by Menace, saw another emotion that was not disgusting.

He's wolfed by the man's fortitude and, while he refuses to show that he can't honestly obey, he wants control deep down in his heart.

That's the kind of mind movement.

Or the consciousness of sin as someone who has already had an accomplice.

Suddenly, I couldn't completely reject it, it seemed to me that there were two in the pattern between accepting it somewhere.

Speaking of if there wasn't blood on your head, it would be a lie.

Trao tasted the feeling that the blood boiled and began to reflux his whole body.

But I screwed up the thought.

This operation is due to Trao's selfishness, so to speak.

Strong battle groups, but even their potential is unknown to the Esperalgo army, and even more so to the Emperor's direct, that is to say, the Kingsguard, and the reason why they run into each other from the front, and the benefits, are mostly not in the Normans.

If only we had talked properly, we should have bumped into each other and thoroughly depleted each other with the Trontrim troops appearing on the sentry.

Assuming the Esperalgo forces cut through the scene, there is only one route forward.

Go back to the Tourandot River and invade the capital of Trantrim, Lord: do not ask for Yugadir.

This is already a closed corridor.

It is only a matter of difficulty to escape by common sense.

And all you have to do is slap where you are exhausted and cut in your engagement with the forces on the trantrim side.

If it were a common sense decision, there would have been nothing else.

There is now human damage to the Esperalgo power caused by the interdiction of the underwater bad bug, Jiggle Zaggle, and the Included Beast, which emerged as an irregular factor.

More importantly, you could have hit them with Yugadir, drained them hard, and then even got the fisherman's benefit of slapping them both.

Yet both Norman and Burton told Trao the plan as those prospects were not from the beginning.

It is a trao who was in military coaching and took a class in operational planning.

In fact, Norman and the Knight Commander: Zabelzaft have seen the argument fought hard many times.

I see, it is a trao who has learned in its intensity how ruthless and ruthless a place is the battlefield.

I am not convinced of the operation that has been adopted unless after I have exhausted it fully.

I mean, there's so much harshness in the war.

And the tactics of hitting forces on both sides and profiting fishermen are fundamental.

It's the same thing that continuously drains and exhausts the opponent.

Norman and Burton, those tacticians, can't possibly ignore that fundamentals.

For no special reason.

I mean, you don't have to think of Trao.

Of course, there would have been calculations.

Anyway, Serra was in the head of the Esperalgo force, which wears out every time she bumps into the Trantrim force.

So if you want to recapture an intact or surviving sera, you have to do it as soon as possible.

But even trumpeting it as a "necessary sacrifice for the performance of sacramental duties" could have been done by both of us.

Whatever it is that you lost your life or fell out of it by wounds along the way, there was no reason for the Knights of Catel Hospital, originally a biological battle group, to worship its name with the strongest of all: the lead knight, whom Norman would forgive for not only falling into the hands of his enemies, but caged and degraded captives.

Because even Trao thought it was natural to be truncated.

Yet.

In disguise of rigor without words, Norman and Burton exaggerated Trao's thoughts.

What are you going to do about it when you return it to blisters?

When I got to the idea, a tremor rushed up that made Trao's spine completely different from the wars.

Similar to the flames that burn blue, it is the readiness of the knight, that is, pride.

So, Trao gives you a name.

There should have been, throw away all the tactical opportunities.

"My name is Trao. Trao Galius. Emperor Esperalgo: To Mercenario El Madra Esperalgo, try! One hit!