Sanzen no Souru Supina

Representing that in the word audacity would surely mean that a strong argument is too much.

Hellfire that crumbles heaven and blows up to dozens of meters high.

The man leaped into the battlefield, scratching a flash of void that wiped out the pillar.

Of all the demon knights who took a blow from behind the first night, I'm sure they couldn't even figure out what happened to them.

Crossbow's blade, which was supposed to be on both hands, disappeared without trace with the flesh, and a razor, which also returned his late fallen head, disappeared.

There was a hurricane (gufu) that reminded me of the blade, and the moment it passed, the appearance of the two knights of the devil, who were supposed to have been there at night, was nowhere else.

Even the expression of a military god blow surely does not match that super-attack capability.

It does not involve the generation of enormous amounts of energy, it is just the "Hiragana" that instantly extinguishes every reason (proverb) that exists there.

Purified Claws: If you were to use Arman's power as the most accurate word —— ruthless ruthlessness —— I wouldn't think of any other expression.

Perhaps the knights of the devil could not understand the reality in front of them for a moment at night when they perceived and turned around the anomaly.

That would be so.

They are incomparable individual potentials such as humanity —— winning with muscle strength and agility, and equipped with supersensory perceptual abilities and even immortality, including fast healing.

Even if they are ambushed and showered with blades from behind, they have extra pedigree traits to compensate for their disadvantage, so their style of combat does not require armor.

Rather, relying on armor and shields is a sign of the amnesiac - even an aesthetic against such a battle, they follow.

So the Night Devils invasion takes place promptly and secretly.

Instead of the roaring armor and the roar of military shoes, along with the rubbing of clothes and the fragrance of graceful perfume, they, come.

If it was them like that, I couldn't recognize the reality that was unfolding in front of me when I turned around.

I didn't.

Nothing.

Instead of comrades who should have been there so far, even any of the remnants, shadows, footprints.

It was wiped away from the world like everything was nil from the start.

The only thing that was different —— I guess it was rubbed in canvas -- was the way a crude, clothed man slammed his arms on the ground, turning them into giant objects, in a kneeling knight position.

The man stood up slowly, taking up the flames of hell blowing up twice behind his back, and the light of salvation pouring down from heaven.

All the more useless, scraping away the blurry canvas.

Even over the clumped clothes, I could see the flesh like its rock shelf.

Tight, and in the necessary parts, the flesh with chitin and fat, shows that he is a warrior of the battle.

Nothing horrible on the battlefield is just the enemy blade.

Rather, it takes many lives as hostile environments, unhygienic situations, hot and cold, and hunger is better sometimes.

At that time, the flesh, too stoked to be trained, cannot adapt to the environment.

Warriors living on the battlefield and gladiators in the arena, the difference is there.

Leaving moderate reserves over the forged flesh is the physical qualities required of a warrior.

And the man in front of me was embodying exactly that ideal.

The cheeks were swept away, and the functional beauty that shined from the inside, even if it was tainted by muddy soil, overwhelmed everything.

Make the quality rigid and constantly on the battlefield.

Norman Burgest Harvey.

The strongest knights the Knights of Catel Hospital boast.

Though it takes the demon knights to fly the night they figure out the situation —— it was too reckless.

There was no Norman against whom we could do anything.

Damn, how two comrades got wiped out.

That alone should have been analysed before action was taken.

Challenging this man to a white soldier battle without taking any hand.

This is what they call it.

To the death of a dog.

GaaHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa —— ugh!! The roaring sound of a lion wiped the world, and the next moment, the battlefield flattened.

"Oh, Norman's husband... to this point... a picnic?

When Norman turned around after finishing the demon for two nights, he had an energetic weather voice.

Good Lord, Norman laughs bitterly.

There you are, my comrade -- acknowledging Isma.

When Norman, who had torn the flames apart and leaped into the dead, was having a miraculous reunion with Isma, Aska was in an aerial battle with the Corpse Knight: Rattegart.

The false god who roared: "Log solitari" produces glowing touch-arms from all over his body, approaching the Askas.

to provide non-discriminatory 'relief'.

The (sparkle light) wing blade (- wings) of the star strip is launched along with a continuous firing sound called DONN DONN DONN DONN, and its shining wings land on the giant false god: "Log Solitary".

However, although he makes a move on the shock for a moment, [Log Solitary] chases him to the Askas without looking like he was intent on attacking.

The glowing toucharm stretches out like a tentacle of Isogyn Chuck, trying to catch both of them as they were in prison.

Even if he manages to do so in Rattegart's superhuman aerial orbit, each time he is contacted somewhere in the flesh and the damage accumulates.

I already have so much because I am a dead man, Rattegart, otherwise it would be like crashing a long time ago with pain and bleeding from injury.

Under his eyes, Timur and old Nazif, freed from the harmonious pressure of the false gods, were able to confirm their prompt departure from the front.

"No... not like this"

Aska analyzed the war situation and drew conclusions.

That pseudo-god: To stop the leg of the "Log Solitary", he said that simultaneous attacks from at least two directions, which are also Asuka's offspring of suicide: multiple attacks by an alien capable of comparable power to Azril's stunt, were necessary.

That last time, along with Ashley, there is an argument in the data based on the experience of engaging the other side - the "Log Solitary" - on the sleeping side underground in the Transtrim capital.

And if that's possible, it's the only existing battle force in Rattegart's "Focus": Svennir's Highest Moves (Ultimate Arts): with the (Shooting Star) Light Spear of the Star Crash (-Inpaintment).

But with Aska now protected by Rattegart's arms, it's impossible to use the star crash's (shooting star) optical spear (- impalement), a powerful assault-based move.

Assault-based moves that turn themselves into shells jeopardize everything else, regardless of the user and his rides.

While close to the body, it may be protected from energy streams, etc. by the grace of Focus, which protects the user, but not until the impact at the time of landing.

Aska was able to storm with two of his men beside him in a previous descent operation, not for a premise attack of landing, but to break through the opponent's siege.

Because each of the liberated Timur and the old Nazif were in a situation where they could take a passive before landing, with the help of an alien for that matter.

Yet another thing Aska knew.

That's why Rattegart can't attack Log Solitary right now.

It's me.

My presence.

Aska's conclusion is correct.

With extra baggage (deadweight), Rattegart is unable to fully demonstrate the aerial mobility and exercise performance she inherently possesses.

"Damn, what to do —— what to do"

Rattegart's red eyes saw Aska rattling her teeth.

Then I said.

"Sho (and) be —— my young son. Ask the blood in the Omae. The sky belongs to Omae."

Aska was hacked and looked back at Rattegart.

What was there was the same faceless iron skin.

But Aska knew.

It was in as many words as I had just said, thoughts.

It's time to nest, Rattegart says.

I'm telling you, it's time to be a real Omae.

Aska felt the indescribable sensation run like a shock, from around her lumbar bone to her brain.

First feel.

But I knew the flesh, not the head.

Awakening, he said.

This is a moment of awakening.

From that day when the grace of the war maiden (Valkyries Pacto) dripped over Ashledau, Aska was becoming aware of herself as she was changing.

That day, the moment I accepted Ashley, the switch went on.

of change.

of transformation.

of awakening.

That's what I just told you.

"White Showings (Wings of Odette) --"

Even though I hadn't learned from anyone, the name of the Genius leaked from Asuka's cherry blossom lips.

At the same time, the torqued "Spindle" winds a vortex —— pure white bright white wings blowing out over the death of the accuser: Azrael.

Oh, and Aska understands.

Tears unconsciously.

Who did you come from?

Re-conscious of that.

And dance.

Empty.

Shobu.

The universe.

Rip the night apart.

Through The Salvation, which can be pressed.

Pseudogod: The (sparkle light) wing blades (- wings) of the star stripes, who returned around Rattegart with a pair of extinctions against the tentacles of the "Log Solitari", took on an escort of Aska that flew into the first line of sky.

I don't feel fear.

Aska thinks, maybe, it's because this is my home.

There are only fiercely expensive, bitter laughs.

I found myself delighted.

The cells all over the body, the nerves, the minds.

Sleeping in her, as a true knight maiden —— to the awakening of the heart of the war maiden (Valkyrie's Heart).

The song speaks naturally.

Come on, sisters, those who live in the sky with you.

When you fight, come.

Contaminate the earth, the sea plains, the sky.

With the separation of Aska, which until then was a heavy load, Rattegart regains its original mobility.

They swung off the pursuit of Log Solitary and earned altitude at once.

The (sparkle light) wing blades (- wings) of the star strip as escorts cleave the chasing tentacles to protect the two war maidens.

And at an altitude where the pursuit was finally no longer extended, the two exchanged their gazes.

I saw the dawn in the distance.

It's a blood-colored dawn.

No, it's not.

That was definitely not dawn or anything.

There was a sight there that made my spine colder.

Huge ruins —— of ancient, lost civilizations.

White cities of bones like white remains, their abandoned groups.

That is nothing more than the true appearance of this world that the agnostic realm (Terra Incognita) has so far covered up and concealed.

The organs of this world (revealed), which have worked on people's cognition and behaved as if there were none, were there.

The light, which looks like blood, emanates from its center.

And whenever it pulsed, Aska's chest bounced like an arrhythmia.

Yes —— I think we're going to go now.

Aska is sure, shivering.

It was more a physiological reaction caused by “connectors (harnesses)" lurking in the flesh of all humanoid life forms (humanoids) living on this Zodiac continent than by the mind.

"But in the meantime, I'll discuss Omae."

Declaring to cut off strays, Aska looked down at the false god.

And the two war maidens strike simultaneously.

Each one has, with maximum depth.

But that's the false god: without knowing that it's the very thought of [Log solitari] --.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! —— (Apocrypha) Holy Wings (Sacramento) of Suicide!!

Aska plunged all of the "Spindle Energy" she could have into Death: Azrael and stormed the stand-up "Salvation" agent: "Log Solitary".

Responding to the Lord's "will", the accusatory death: Azrael unfolds and changes his appearance greatly.

Due to the characteristics of the weapon, Azril has many assault moves, but in this extreme attack it was necessary to unlock all the potential (potential) he could have.

Aska has only used this move once before.

That was the first time I had a relationship (...) with this artifact.

Yes, in that drifting temple of the Abandoned God.

That night, Aska used this move to break through the center of a huge mass of energy to bring this weapon back from the Abandoned God: Frama's womb.

The Crucible of Frama (Rutsubo), the symbolic alien of being spoken of as God, even though it is obsolete.

Rattegart's super moves are now added to his super attack ability, which is powerful enough to break through its center.

Star Crash's (Shooting Star) Light Spear (-Inpaintment).

Earlier, it was used as a means of increasing speed to rescue Asuka, and now it strikes right in as an attack.

Ashle's Dragon Spear: Its destructive power comparable to that of the Slaughter Dragon (Cross Bain) Cross Impact (Fire Drakes) by Shivnir and the extreme simultaneous attack from both sides by Aska's stunt.

In previous confrontations, Aska and Ashley used similar methods to defeat the super defensive capabilities of the Log Solitary.

No, what Ashley used at that time was a flash of divine sounds (Russ of Thunderdrakes) inferior to the character of the move, even if it was overwhelmingly won in range.

And the attack did indeed exceed the defensive ability of the false gods, inflicting damage, but did not lead to a decision hit.

Then this time —— this time, I can finish.

That's the kind of win Aska had.

In the vanishing scenery and time, Aska thought of that.

And the moment of the landing.

The "Log Solitary" deformed Asuka's target head and activated it as a portal.

Aska will not forget the sight she saw inside it.

Thickless human rattles recorded on numerous thin crystal timeboards, as well as demons and fantasy creatures.

It contained several layers and layers inside the Log Solitary as if it were a book.

And —— Aska will be imprisoned.

In addition to the fantasy, the "Log Solitary" was revealed.