Sanzen no Souru Supina

"That's what I mean!!

When Athelui's observation made him aware of the enemy's manifold, that is, the exact jest of time difference attacks he was currently subjected to from multiple rows, Ashley exclaimed delightfully.

But it also quickly turns into agony due to the onslaught from the Lion-Faced Horseman (Leotor).

"Damn, even if you know the tease... if it's such a fast manoeuvre, and you're being attacked shortly after breath... the aim is to be followed"

On a horse swinging at the speed of the assault, Ashle throws up a bad state.

I did see the other guy's tease.

It was via the "Focus" planted in the body of the Included Beast: the "Log Solitary" bud, a foreign organ known as Barometz.

Right now, the eyes of the three convenient Barometts present in this galley field have been detecting the position of the Ashlets in each of them, conveying precise coordinates and expected escape routes to the commander, the Lion-Faced Horseman (Leotor).

Rationally, it's best to destroy each of those Baromets and drill a hole in the siege net.

However, both Ashle and his beloved horse, Vitrion, had already suffered a few scratches in the aftermath of previous attacks, even to Athelui, who was on the saddle to be precisely protected.

Even if the excitement of the battle has kept the fatal pain away, Ashle has to admit that the physical performance is being degraded by the injuries.

There is the price of the moves thrown at the fort's offense, as well as fatigue.

Honestly, I can assure you it's a miracle you keep avoiding direct attacks with so many attacks.

Of course that was due to Ashle having an outstanding defensive sense, and also to his love of horses: that Vitrion is the best horse, and even fragmented audio, but with support from Ele.

'What's up, Ashley? Did you find out? Enemy manipulation.'

"Yes, but not this."

'There's nothing wrong with that. Burn down any teasing area with Range Attacks!

"I thought about it! The aftermath and the explosion, and the collapse, how long will it be? I can't predict!

"If you're holding hands," he said!

"Besides —— I don't think this many enemies are expecting that. I don't know, I don't even know if he's eaten a single direct hit yet, but I think it's the thought over there."

'What do you mean?!

"I feel like I want to fish out Shion or Ele because of our condition. Besides, the big moves are proportionate to their power, and the price and skill are enormous. Even if I crushed one of those Baromets..."

"Put on that ski, huh?"

"If they aim for the moment right after they roll out the big moves,"

For example, if, yet, the other stage of the opponent was left with a hand--.

The words Ashle swallowed at the roar of the pouring blue flaming spear, but rather accurately grasped the circumstances surrounding them.

Genius warfare is like a game of cards that starts by laying your hands on each other and your rules.

The side that spots the rules of the field as soon as possible, reads the opponent's hand tag, and taps in the trump card wins.

In particular, only the other party's bills must be known as soon as possible.

Think of it, the lion-faced horseman (Leotor) that Ashle now confronts, has been on the battlefield for a long time.

And I was watching.

The big picture and Ashley's billboard.

Without knowing it, Ashle cut the bills one after the other in front of the other.

Of course, it's not like the bills you put on the field are going to die as they are.

But under these circumstances, if the opponent hasn't cut the trump card yet - the enemy is after a decisive and certain chance.

For example, the moment when Ashley finally becomes unbearable hits the Baromets off the horse.

Whatever the method, it limits the trajectories and measures that should be taken due to the nature of Ashle's weapons.

That's an opportunity if you make it an enemy.

I still have that kind of card, on the ground.

That's the kind of enemy he is, Ashley thinks.

Speaking of which, in opposing stations in card games that came with Yugadir, Ashley was always stuck.

"In this game of hands, where memories and observations are involved, it's pretty hard for a human to beat the Night Devil because of his racial traits."

Uh, no, I couldn't help but throw my hand on the tabletop, and Yugadir advised Ashley, who surrendered, even though she laughed bitterly.

To someone who has complete memory as a pedigree trait, first of all, it's hard.

Even so, Yugadir's own sense of the game, to be honest, was Ashle's received feeling of beating even Zion.

If the use of Zion's bills and the movement of the pawns are to be regarded as the way of the king and the way of the king's victory, then there is some danger in Yugadir's.

You can put it this way.

You want to win, you want to win, you look lost.

It acts like a billboard or a structured scissor on the board.

Hit the opponent with a spot that is easy to get into and feed him a painful handful of tails where he has stepped in deep.

In short, he's a trickster.

A man whose rush like that is irresistibly natural and completely his own.

That was a man named Yugadir.

I'm sure that's evidence that a man tired of being too long raw has been looking for change somewhere, Ashley thinks.

The smell of decadence.

of The Soul, which was exhausted and about to wither away, the smell.

And now from the relative lion-faced horseman (Leotor), Ashle was smelling the same.

"Absolutely, something, there is"

"Ashley, stay put! Me too, on my way!

Finally, Ele, who I saw, told me she was going to rush to the rescue.

And at this time, in fact, Ele was about to jump off the top of the fort.

"No! He's a trap!!

"But..."

It was almost at the same time that Ashle screamed, harshly admonishing Ele to act, and the bullet hit him recently.

"Grr."

Ashle lets Blaze Wheel unfold on the surface of the shield, breaking through the flames.

Most of them disappeared after being caught in an invisible turbulence, but they still burned their skin at very high temperatures even from above the armor.

If my lungs breathe hot air, it's over.

Ashley desperately moves her shield and covers Athelui.

What should I do?

Though sheltered by Ashley's arms, Athelui was desperately, and once again, beginning to explore his ways.

Enemy tricks, the tease was revealed.

But the situation is getting worse rather than better.

Firstly, he was exposed to enemy onslaught and the ability of Ashle and Vitrion was obviously diminished.

I've been doing a series of big moves, and I can't help it.

In addition to that, burns all over the place were inhibiting movement.

Fire swelling should be tearing by touching the cloth and armor, causing severe pain that is likely to scream just by screaming.

In other words, Athelui has also suffered a burn that is not so light on her leg.

But don't complain about it right now.

Ashley is obviously noticing me being a woman.

Right now, I'm not worried about what you have to do to get me to be such an ashle.

I don't want you to worry.

Ashley won.

But right now, Ashley can't afford to just catch up and think about the operation well.

However, Athelui is still correct in predicting that a lion-faced horseman (Leotor) will poke at the ski that destroys Barometz, I think.

Forecasts also indicate that the enemy may be targeting people who have prolonged the battle against the waza and rushed to rescue them.

And at the same time, Athelui thinks.

If that's the case, and.

It's not that far away that the enemy appeals to the last resort, he said.

Then Athelui decided to be ready, capturing one of the three Baromets on the edge of his eyes.

Whisper gently.

"Mr. Ashley. I have a plan. Could you, once again, prepare for Shivnir's move, which struck the fort?

"Russ of Thunderdrakes?

What do you mean? Ashley didn't ask.

It is a battlefield that risked its life and death.

Ashley has believed that if Athelui, a comrade who vowed to live and die there, says, "Do it," this is worth following without hesitation.

"Let the goal be him. I already have a rash!

Unlike the whisper earlier, most of them were screamed by Athelui to make them listen deliberately.

Speaking of whom, of course, it is to the example of a lion-faced horseman (Leotor).

"I will send a signal. Then release the move in the direction indicated."

Quick to say, Athelui began his mental concentration.

Gun, "Spindle" excited over his chest, and Ashle looked at the start of the spin violently.

I don't know what the procedure is or what it did.

There is no explanation.

But Ashley decided to believe her.

Anyway, as if they were trying to crack the situation down by getting caught up and finally destroying one of the Baromets —— Ashle dared to storm.

Did the thought convey -- the mouth of Athelui, who closed her eyes, turned into a snail of laughter.

Ashley smelled the incense of Reese knitting wild flowers behind her nostrils.

This is the incense of Mr. Athelui's Spindle.

Ashley sniffed it for the first time and thought it was a soothing smell.

Very skittish smell.

The wavy mind regains its equilibrium, and the core of its head cools.

I felt my vision widen, which was narrow.

And I felt I understood Athelui's aim, albeit slightly.

Is this, possibly, what you're trying to use?

Enemy measures and tricks.

You were right.

The other side is looking at us and inviting reckless action.

For example, in an attempt to break a corner of paranormal vision, make a bet.

That is the true aim of the enemy without realizing it.

Then Athelui thought.

All you have to do is reverse that paranormal sight —— no, maybe an enemy means, including hearing and so on.

So work out the means for that --.

Athelui executed.

As a special "spindle capable person" with excellent communication skills,

An alien capable of sending an image remotely to his opponent: The Vigilante Eyes, he slapped it.

Now to the Baromets, where Ashley packs her time.

And I sent a signal.

"Here it is!!

Byun, and to the instructions that have interrupted the back of his brain, Ashle follows reflexively.

And let go.

Toward the sky.

Big moves that burn everything down with mighty energy streams: Russ of Thunderdrakes.

The lion-faced horseman (Leotor) did, with the expression that he did not know what had happened.

With a series of breathless attacks by spears (javelins) that conducted the Spindle, I should have caught up with my target.

Each sensory dilation and sharing by Barometz is so good that it makes it possible.

I could have stayed put.

But that wasn't enough.

To fill your mind.

I had to deliver a gift from the Lord to the sacrifice to be offered to the vessel of the heart of my true Lord.

Namely, Princess of the Night Devil: Theonzafir.

If the target were at stake, the Lion-Faced Horseman (Leotor) had the heart count to deliver a gift to capture the heart (...) of a beautiful princess who would necessarily try to throw herself into it and jump in.

And the Nerd was supposed to be accomplished.

Aiming for the moment when Ashledau, driven by a fierce onslaught, unleashed his moves in agony, the Lion-Faced Horseman (Leotor), in Shadow Crossing, was supposed to leap, defeat him and assemble him.

And the night I jumped in to help him, I was going to give the Devil's Princess a hug in exchange for her life.

In fact, the scenario changed almost as planned.

The targeted Ashledau, on schedule, was headed to Barometz, where the Lion-Faced Horseman (Leotor) felt that Theonzafir was rapidly approaching.

It is all the work of the true Lord, the blood of Yugadir, poured on the Lion Horseman (Leotor).

Turn it into a vessel of hope, a gateway to the ideal homeland (portal): if it were his blood-given lion-faced horseman (Leotor), united with the "Log Solitari" and even transcended the true ancestors of the Night Devil, it would have been possible.

But yet.

How did I —— jump to such an out-of-the-box place?

The answer to that question will not be followed permanently by a lion-faced horseman (Leotor) with a bluish temper.

From a few meters down, a band of ultra-high heat and ultra-fast particles pierced him, and slightly delayed, because the blow of the Holy Sword, which turned the petal into a blade with the incense of a blue rose, wiped out the flesh completely, with all the gifts that dwelt in the body.