Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Night seventy-ninth: even if the world is the enemy

Movement of Swiftness protection cleaves away the strong wind that can be beaten.

As he responded to the Askas who plunged through the low clouds and fell, the existence of pure white, its gigantic body, wandered.

"This guy -- this is Focus: Log Solitary!

Has the cry of Asuka been fulfilled, and reached old Nazif and Timur?

But even if it had arrived, it would not have understood correctly what it meant.

Anyway, only three of the participants in this trantrim strategy have confronted this huge "Focus" figure in the exact sense of the word.

Together with Yugadir, the capital of Trantrim: if you glanced at Ashle and Sion, who saw its appearance in the basement of Tranvale, only Aska knew what it looked like.

Whether it may be called an artifact or not.

Aska's answer is no.

That's not even Focus.

Because Aska also heard, along with Ashle, who challenged Yugadir to take a ride in that abandoned arena.

Voice -- of Log Solitary.

No, that's not the voice of the existence itself called "Log Solitary".

It is an aggregation of "twists" that are gathered in some way, that move the existence of "log solitari", and that are made into a cataclysm of voices by shivering something that is not a vocal cord.

The Log Solitary as a device amplifies it and only simulates the Will.

Once upon a time in the Farouche Sea with Ashle, the Abandoned God: Aska crossed the blade with Frama, so you know.

At that time, a few days before meeting Ashle, the Osmadra warriors, dressed in the drifting temple, were able to ship to the call of one, and another, and the droppers of the Frama, leaving the scaffolding, and how long they could be their servants.

And in that final phase, Aska went through the process of tracking down the pathetic goddess: how Frama fell into the evil god.

Though it seemed that both Frama and his hair of connection and fusion were still the way to go —— didn't they cry out for salvation?

My daughter, who tried to save people even, was whenever she was annoyed by the "twist" of the people who "wanted her to save", and, as a vain vessel, she ended up with the running dog of salvation they believed in, independent of her "will".

But if it is, what the hell did you pour Negative into her?

And where is that?

Aska was now finding an answer, in contrast to the view that was passing to disappear, in relation to the "Log solitari" that was rapidly bringing its giant body closer.

Right, this or...

I thought it was him.

This world —— a huge group of devices that sleep all over the Worlds End -- the pseudo-gods simulated in Focus.

That's what converges and overloads the heroes who stood on behalf of the people.

And Aska's intuition, right.

It is the existence that now stands in recognition of the Askas that was filling the Nerd and restoring autonomy to the False Gods for salvation. That is, a pillar of the Lord.

Of course, Aska doesn't know the details.

But shortly before coming to this offensive strategy, Ashle told me with boredom the thick note that he had been entrusted by the irreplaceable Yugadir himself.

Yuga says, "The microscopic factor that pervades me:" Connector (harness) "is always connected to the likeness of Ideal Home:" Garden (garden), "which we are aware of. And I wonder if they keep accumulating our" twist "there."

And that's how the group of devices to convert the "twist" collected into "one or the other" to influence reality —— the giant "focus" that sleeps all over the world… No, it's what has been called the “portal" so far.

Ashley's voice was as quiet as an old adult's when she spoke, and even though Aska didn't understand everything immediately because of the difficulty of what was said, she felt that it was an inference that drew infinitely closer to the truth.

Invisible but present overlapping in this world, but a virtual ideal place: "Garden (Garden)".

And there's the tiny factor that aggregates and stores people's twists: "Connectors."

And a group of devices that convert the "twist" into "chi" and actually do the "bailout" that everyone believes in --.

Slowly, my spine chilled to a different fright from that brought about by the fall.

I can hear my heart freezing in fear.

What I've been trying to relate to right now is that almost every human being in this world has been trying to make things unconsciously (...) unconscious, really dark.

Aska remembers the first time she met Ashley.

About when I told a myth buried from the world in a drifting temple on the ocean.

That day, some unreliable boy told me, no, with overwhelming certainty, the secret that had been kept in the abyss of the world.

It was something I fell in love with a hell of a man, Aska warred and felt much more proud than that.

Come with me, Asuka, who was supposed to tell you, is, at some point, swung away.

Beyond Aska's lamentation that the world is not like a "closed corridor," this man is about to go.

If that's the case —— it can't be good that I'm dull in here when I decide to line up next door as well.

When I thought so, I could see a pale, upbeat light in my frozen chest.

When I opened my eyes firmly, I saw the wind path with the winged tentacles of Log Solitary trying to capture the Askas.

"Okay! Hold on tight!

I don't know if I heard it.

But Asuka screamed but quickly, or when he held Timur and Nazif old on both sides, one sharp exhale, twisted (neen) his flesh intact, releasing a stunt.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Vain Heartbreak Sky Shock (Solidas Corridor) Huh!!!

The Focus, which forms its legs with actuating sounds similar to Aska's exhalation: The Azrile unfolds to reveal its identity as the jaw gate (and aftermath) of a dreaded death.

In a previous confrontation, Aska partially destroyed one crack in the opposing "Focus", the "Log Solitary", by pairing this with Ashle's attack.

And from that experience, this blow alone does not deal effective damage to the Log Solitary.

But I'm glad.

It wasn't "Log Solitary" itself that I aimed for.

Suppose the prey you were trying to capture suddenly made an unexpected rapid acceleration on hand —— what the hell happens?

It was an unresponsive action, however one of the pillars of the Lord.

From the demon hand of an imminent enemy, Aska twisted herself and did not try to escape.

Conversely, he did so by jumping in with an incredible acceleration into the enemy's nostalgia.

Timur and Old Najiv felt the shock and roar of thunderclouds shook their ears and the bright white thunderlight burned their retina.

And at the same time, Asuka smiles so beautifully that she doesn't think it belongs in this world.

The blow with its dark attributes turned out to be just a giant arrow, standing against a crumbling castle fortress.

It broke through the siege of the tentacles extended by Log Solitary.

"Your Highness ah!!

Timur screamed on the rooftop about to collapse.

It was a self-denunciation that I would not have had to risk so much if I had abandoned myself, and a cry for Aska, who, despite being so, did not hesitate to jump in for a moment, and, if so, the faithfulness that made me have to protect her.

If I took a passive as I rolled, I could see Old Nazif, who landed in the same way, pulling out the Mitsuki sword (Simitar) in both hands, which was a prey in both hands.

Timur also sets up a three-day moon knife (spotter) on his left hand and a thorn whip (lamperugia) on his right hand.

Thorn whip (Lamperugia) is a weapon in the Aram border region with steel thorns inside the whip, braided in sturdy leather.

If steel pieces with sharp thorns and sufficient mass were planted on the tip of the whip, which is said to reach a subsonic speed if you are also a master - there is no need to explain what kind of destructive force it would gain.

Whatever your weakness is if you get stuffed in time, if you inadvertently step inside that attack zone, you won't be safe even if you try to wear sheet metal armor.

And the thorn whip (Lamperuja) that Timur now deals with was also Focus.

To too many events, the heads of the defensemen, who were in havoc and couldn't even react to the descended Askas, bounced off to keep standing.

Timur flashed his gains.

I don't even have to use moves (arts).

Of course, even Timur knew.

That things are not the kind of battleground that can already be changed by this kind of small-handed exposure.

So, rather, this was mercy.

He said.

The soldiers of Trantrim.

Because —— the next moment, "Log Solitary" has covered their heads.