Sanzen no Souru Supina

Columns of light lit up the battlefield as they stood, cleaving the shade of the night.

A bright white light dyeing the sky by suppressing the fires of hell blowing up above the earth literally exposed the darkness of the earthspider: Isma, which was supposed to be a dark creature, and the knights of the Night Devil, to the day.

It was, in one way or another, an epic struggle.

Even if they don't have as high a rating as Scion and Yugadir, the finest species, they are night demons who tend to give top priority to their abilities rather than gender differences.

If we were to name a knight, there was no doubt that it was a man of considerable competence and strength in both honor.

Isma was temporarily taking on four demon knights that night.

If this is a small country, it is so powerful that it can be driven to annihilation without one night.

But while relative to so much power, Isma did not pull a single step.

Imagine how difficult it would be to confront only one, the Night Devil's Knight and the Army, without the instant, untouched (and so forth) Enemies of Ashle's Dragon Spear: Scion's Sacred Sword with super-attack abilities like Shivnir and a travesty that could be called an anomaly against the Immortal, without the protection of a mythical "Focus" like Rose Absolute.

Moreover, while summoning the Summoner, the Corpse Knight: "Gursha Eela" = Rattegart, is.

The fact that Isma is not the most powerful man in the line is to be reckoned with.

But the knights of the Night Demons, the attackers, were discerning that this battle, which seemed at first sight to maintain equilibrium, was indeed preserved by a dangerous equilibrium.

There are no more trump cards on Isma's bills.

Cutting off puppets for disguise (mock-kings), big moves for siege warfare, remote service of powerful summoners, and the summoning of spicy tentacles (Abyssal Talk) even though they were pre-planted (with Tentacles) are also powerful aliens.

If you keep showing off so much separation on your feet, how this man, though an amazing user of alien powers, has no card to cut, no pawn to point at - yes, the knights of the Night Devil stepped on.

And that stands out right.

The night Isma attacked, the devil's knights could only be struck in this way because of the many tricks they had planted in advance and because they were thoroughly guarded against war.

In his long wandering life with Zion, he is Isma, who has crossed the blades with the knights of the devil many times at night.

He was familiar with the fact that if he cut into it, it would always be payback, without having enough attack power to inflict a fatal injury.

And the junior ones. Then I didn't have to, and there were no more trump cards left in Isma that just wiped out as many advanced people as they did.

Still, along with Rattegart, we steeped the Askas to Gilgisten Castle because, together with the tactical reason to fall first and foremost an important stronghold of the enemy, there was the idea that the enemy general: Yugadir's thoughts, the whole story, had to be revealed at the earliest possible stage.

To do this, I still don't want to try to offend you.

That's also in combination by Askariya and Rattegart, who have the strongest fighting ability at that point.

If Isma and Aska and the face of the Osmadra Empire had stopped here and fought the Knights of the Night Demons - indeed, there might not have been a predicament in the first place where Isma was still in.

But would Yugadir miss the glue and dense formation that was created that way?

For example, as Isma set out to do, a single, wide-ranging attack wipes away even the hippos of evasion and defense - and that's exactly what every terrain does - wouldn't have struck like that?

No, I'm sure you did, Isma thinks.

Ashley talks about a man as if he were the embodiment of an ideal monarch: if he were Yugadir, he would have chosen it without hesitation, as if he were a removable device, such as his own grid.

Instead, Isma did the same thing, so I know exactly what it is.

And just as the Knights of the Night Demons were right, so was Isma's reasoning.

Whose scream was it, Izma doesn't know.

However, Isma was convinced that her senses were not wrong when her left eye, which was no longer supposed to be burned by light, ached and her eyes pressed against her and blood erupted from her orbit.

That's how I knelt down Isma, if the slippery Great Swordsman: If Corkar hadn't stood up and sheltered me, maybe Isma would have ended up here.

"Izmah, my lord!!

The sharp thrust of the Knights of the Night Devil stands one after the other against the flesh of a courageous female warrior.

The way they fight demons at night is based on multi-sword flow.

That is due to their pedigree traits: to render the opponent incapacitated, there is no alternative to thoroughly chopping them up.

It was for a moment that Isma held her left eye and succumbed to her knees in agony.

But Kolkar risked his life to protect him for a moment.

"Corkar's lady. Huh!!

"Oh, you and your daughter... don't get lit up."

Jeyeyeyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, and the dark vessel simulated by Izma into a long stall to unplug: vibrate the "Percul".

Using as a weapon a divided copper tied to the textile tip that it was knitted with the hair of a leg sheep (Moomoo), it is powerful enough for the skull to blow up just because it was plundered.

But the Knights of the Night Demons had already flown away from the attack zone that Isma had shaken.

"What is the Wolf Pack?"

"I'm sorry... I'm unconscious"

"What are you talking about, sweetie? It's my mistake. Sorry."

"Cute, what... hehe, I didn't know you could say those words from a man... don't make me laugh"

"I'm stunned in the first place that the Knights of the Night Demons are going to use such a method of warfare - are they so hunted down, or... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Izma slapped lightly as she let trembling Corkar grip her healing precious stone (gem).

Corkar was being driven to a state that was not instant death but was infinitely close to death.

That's to stop Isma from moving.

And the knights of the night devil went out to cunning means.

Kakin, and I heard a rock clap.

Two of the knights of the Night Demon switched their fortunes.

A crossbow with a series of shots.

We're going after Isma, who can't leave Corkar, who's dead.

Of course, only Isma would help if we abandoned Corkar right now.

The question as to what to do was asked by the tip of the crossbow on which to aim.

If it was the usual Isma, maybe even from here it would have unleashed a dozen dead regenerators.

But that was a difficult order.

Gu, and once again Isma broke herself.

That was proof that the False God: "Log Solitary" and Aska, the Rattegart group, were still in a state of engagement and that Rattegart was taking dull damage.

summons and the price under the contract.

Rattegart, in particular, is a being made into a corpse puppet by Isma, who divided his flesh and kept his will.

The existence of Rattegart can finally exist at the end of a super technique that can only be accomplished by a forbidden secret technique.

Bleeding from the back of my left eye.

Not the knights of the devil who miss that good opportunity at night.

It was the moment when the tractor was squeezed and the black-painted Tai Arrow (Quarrel) was released.

Still behind me, a fire pillar crushing heaven was extinguished, and the next moment, a man dressed in divine authority, literally leaped into the battlefield.