Sanzen no Souru Supina

Asuka's treasure knife (Jambiya), thrown high in the sky, sparkled brilliantly at the sun wheel to illuminate the world.

Gaaaaaaaa, and the feet of the demon knights stop at night as they rush up to fly through the hills in a rather shadowed state.

Genius with special effects on immortal organisms (undead): Raydiant Arder has equivalent effects on night demons who are not daywalkers.

It peels back from the complexion that touches the light and reveals muscle fibers.

The rising smoke extinguishes as it turns into ash.

But that's just where the White Devil Knights are.

Even if they suffer wounds that would no longer be recoverable if they were inferior species, it should be noted that they will not be destroyed.

Despite the intense energy irradiation from the pseudo sun all over his body, he resumed his march while boiling its body surface.

"Lord Isma! Leave this place to us-- summon!!

"Ahn Tong! But, Your Highness, it's enough! Look, their legs are clearly falling off! Shadow crossing (shadow step) is sealed in this sunlight! Then I'm not cutting my moves on my signal!! Look —— whoever calls now hates sunlight as well —— so still!!

Isma turned her throat and looked up at heaven, her voice up.

"The end of the end, ahead —— come from the twilight of eternal robbery. A shining spear that stands between death and life. Answer my summons!!

The surrounding 3D summoning team unfolded, and the immediate upper space began to lift its gaze.

Smudges, stiffness, and the fissures that arise in the space spread.

Zsin, Gasin, and the atmosphere sounded.

The next moment, from there, countless wings of light blew out, followed by spectacularly decorated shining spears popped up.

And then a huge round shield without getting into it breaks the space itself up like a candy worker and appears as it erodes reality.

Oh, what a depiction that should be.

He was an alien knight.

The figure is to the shoulder, roughly like three and a half meters.

This outweighs Ouga's head by two.

A shape-shaped circular shield dragging luxurious drapes, and this one is beautiful as a wake-up call, but also a large, out-of-phase spear.

It is supported by a body with a distinctly different bone phase than humanity.

Above all, however, it would have been, first and foremost, an extraordinary beauty of the area that commands the organ, which should be called the head.

Hard and cruel beauty sat there.

Everyone would have thought it was a doll.

So much so, because she was perfect and beautiful.

Platinum hair should flow wet.

The white magnetic skin was dyed peachy.

There is only a heart for a face that leaves so young, but thinks of the man you love.

Just one thing, even the eyelids that were damaged and applied to hide it, no, that's the best accent to pull her off.

A bright red left eye moved, and all beings looked up at her.

No, she didn't stare.

I was just looking for the darling man who called me.

The fusion of the knight's part as a killing machine, not even trying to hide his fierceness, and the maiden figure thinking of his beloved man struck the chest of everything that was on the spot.

Fear, is an impression of the name.

"Hey, Rutte, it's time for you to finally..."

To the word of the LORD, which was thrown to sing, the maiden lowered her mouth and opened her hands, which were hiding her breast milk, embracing the man from her back.

Put your lips in your ears and whisper love.

Anything that sees that sight would be something you've noticed there.

Latte, to the eyes of his daughter, nicknamed, and of Isma, the summoner, that it was a complete pair.

And I would have understood.

My daughter wanted to see the world with the same eyes as the man she loved.

"I love you, my you"

"Hey, hot guys aren't tough. You and Rutte. No offense, but I need you to stay with me to the bottom of hell, okay?

"Delighted. Come on —— command me, to your faithful servant."

The only interaction that sounds like goodwill is, however, a contractual matter between the summoner and the summoner who follows his "Him".

A flock of light wings crosses the eye of the knights of the devil at night who have cut them in, stopping them from entering.

"Then I command you to me!! Rattegart —— No, my corpse knight:" Gursha Eela "! Wipe out anything I don't have!! Take down that castle!! For the price, I offer you my blood, my flesh."

"No —— I would like you to love (...)"

"... is that okay?

"You're not adorable these days."

"So... so"

Of course, contracts would not be honored in such out-of-the-box interactions if they were meant to be.

However, the exception during the exception was that the contract exchanged between Rattegart- (Grusha Eela) and Izma was too profound.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, get in. Get in."

"Riding, is that what this is about?

Isma gave it back to Aska, who was in a hurry to ask her again.

"Nah, nah, Gilgisten Castle is the thinnest right now. That's why I pulled you here, the demons at night. Go on. They're coming down!

"What happened?! Isma, what are you going to do with that?!

Aska asked as she sat on the arm of Grusha Eela as she was prompted.

"Well, you must be kidding! We have to stop these guys —— the knights of the Night Devil can turn into bats, too."

Tentacles stretched out of the darkness captured the foot of the devil's knight at night, who tried to turn that figure into a bat herd and fly away, as proved Isma's words.

Don, with one foot I stepped on, a pre-laid move started.

"Summoning the Spicy Tentacles (Abyssal Talk) (Wiz Tentacles). Well, let's not set it up, assuming this is the kind of situation. You're really retarded. How do you think I will miss the incompetence that becomes defenseless when I transform? That's it, thinking, worrying, leaving them to someone else all the time, even dull."

"Izmah!! Then we go!

Now —— sealed with a finger to Aska's lips, who tried to send word (ale) with determination, and Isma returned it.

"Rapidity is the most important element on the battlefield. And don't forget —— if you're impressed with my hands-- Mr. Muggles, 'cause he's not stupid. I still have something. Never."

That's what Isma ends up saying. No, no, no, no, no, no. Corpse Knight: "Gursha Eela" spread the wings of the light.

It's the true knight maiden who became the vegan body of this corpse knight: the flying technique that Rattegart was once good at: the development system of the White Shoai (Wing of Odette).

Yes —— King Earthspider: Considered a corpse knight by Isma's hand, she is a corpse man but can have "After Will" and manipulate the "Spindle".

"Go."

And she flies out with the sand lions on it, not even to mention Isma's orders.

At an arrow-like speed.

Aska catches Raidiant Arder's lag time running out and falling treasure knife (Jambiya) in the air.

Until then, a small flock of wings continued to swirl to protect their boarding —— the (sparkle light) wing blade of the star strip (-Wings), but later obeyed.

Isma widened her fierce grin without seeing it.

"Saya, well, let's get started, knights of the night devil. I'm the one who came to my balls-- O'Malla's the first one to come in! Hmm? You're not disposing of the people, are you?! This incoming hell (Crawling Inferno) is Omae

It was for La. "

Isma quietly throws up and throws it away with a peel of nature she never showed the Ashles.

"I agree."

And beside it, a wife lined up with her favorite sword.

"Ah, hey, what have you done? Didn't you go?

"It's overcapacity. I'm too big to ride."

With that said, Corkar laughed at the moonlight.

"Hot guys are tough because this is it.... Really, hey, you want me to hang out with you for a second? For the feast of blood."

To the hunch of a tragic battle, Isma also raised the edge of her mouth and responded.

Unable to hold back the repeated humiliations, burning in anger, the knights of the devil cut in at night.

A giant wing, reminiscent of a giant raptor (already Kin), cut the wind and roared.

Askas go hundreds of meters tall overlooking Gilgisten Castle under their eyes.

The view from the viewpoint that mankind in this age cannot inherently hold brings to the spirit an angry (or perhaps) first time that neither war nor exaltation can take place.

"This is --" Massive Combat in the Closed Corridor, "is that it? Funny."

Asuka's mouth angle hung in a samurai tremor rushing through her body as she blurted.

It is the unveiling of Asuka's talent as a star, evoked by the smell of war by the blood that rolls for the first time.

It is unlimitedly difficult for those who do not enjoy the battle to win those who enjoy it.

In that sense, the sex of a woman named Askariya may have put her essence on the battlefield.

And instead of being afraid of the feeling of dancing in the sky, I can't stop the joy from gushing from the bottom of my belly.

Even Jibu is confused.

It fills me with the desire to scream pleasure.

No, it was more natural.

Because she had —— the blood of a true knight.

Kirili, and the Corpse Knight who had captured only his destination until then: The eyes of "Gursha Eela" looked at Aska as if it had caught his interest.

Aska sits just behind the round shield, the most armored position.

The eyes of "Gursha Eela", the only one on the left, looked at the fiery asca that gained momentum by breathing the air of the battlefield.

Aska notices that too.

Lord Rattegart.

In response to Aska, who noticed her gaze and called her name, Rattegart answered by moving only her eyes.

More blatant attention than earlier.

"What, what, what do you think?

And Aska, too, can't ignore Rattegart's.

Asuka, who has spoken with his gaze in front of thousands of troops,

Of course, for a reason.

It was Askariya's mother: Brunfreude and Rattegart, even though they weren't bloody, were friends with whom they had a sisterhood agreement.

Oh, what a fateful prank.

Beyond a long moment (when), it was the moment when the two divided paths became one again.

I don't know if Rattegart felt the same emotion that I felt about this one —— the grief of coming to Aska's chest at this time.

In the midst of anger and contempt from the clan, it is not known whether the essence inherited from the Son of Man and the heart of the withered flower, who chose to stay in the narrow between death and life for his beloved man, have interacted.

Just one thing, Rattegart told me.

"O the sky —— give the young wings the wind," he said.

And here we have a high-speed flight descent operation, rarely seen in the history of the Zodiac continent.