Sanzen no Souru Supina

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Whose roar (howling) was the roar that pervaded the world?

Is it Yugadir, or is it from Log Solitary?

Gagnoo, and the stage waves, and a severe shake strikes.

It is at this moment that every restraint and equilibrium that dominated the field was lost.

"Log Solitary" trembles like a giant whale struck in pain.

Fold.

The view of the “garden (garden)" that was capturing Ashley is misty, and the knight of man, who houses the Soul in his chest, makes his return to this world.

And the separation was also about to come to the two Night Demons' noble breeds who had lived eternal moments.

"Why, why"

The words of Yugadir, asking the void, are no good.

"Why, I don't know. But for a personal reason, let's just say," Yugadir. "

Pressing his face and letting the groaning retreating night demon knight inspire (rake) Jagri Jagra, Zion returned.

"If this country (or so) was truly a dream country... perhaps we could have walked into the offering. But I don't have my own dream here anymore. What's more, it wasn't Yugadir in the real sense. It's nothing more than a puppet eaten at heart by The Twist of Everybody."

And

"I cannot accompany a doll. No matter how ideal, right, unlimited and eternally close."

"You're wrong."

"Yes, sir."

It was Ashle who stood to protect Zion's back who took the words thrown at him.

The light of "will" shines in the eyes of the returning man after a encounter with the short, but intimate "truly Yugadir".

"But our mistakes are ours, including even to its responsibility (...). We don't trust our own opponents."

Save me, I don't remember asking you to.

Yes, Ashley said.

GaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

It sounds like a bad chest of mistletoe.

It was also evidence that Yugadir's flesh was breaking from the inside, and that the blocks supporting the backbone of this tower, which was losing support, were welcoming.

"Not admitted"

No longer, in a tone I don't know who's talking, Yugadir repeated.

Ashle's "Soul", slapped through Zion, erased the superficial personality that had simulated Yugadir.

"Someone who was imitating" the deeds of Yugadir, who was the proud knight of the Night Devil, is no longer there.

All we have to do is just leave the incarnation of desire true to The Twist of All.

If this country (or so) was truly a dream country, the words of Zion before it are strangely shooting straight.

If it was really, really Yugadir himself who lived the ideal who was here right now - I didn't know the battle.

It didn't happen because I'm here because it was just a remnant of a hero who had already left the world, reflected in his appearance.

Because it was nothing but “something” that mimicked the ideal.

So when I was hit with a real "soul," I was overwhelmed by its brilliance and my skin peeled off.

When the presence of the "soul" beyond our own analysis and understanding poured into the “garden (garden)" through a spiritual medium called Athelui, there was a serious obstacle to the appearance of Haz (the temple) imitating all things.

When they parsed, dismantled, and "something” was thrown in that they couldn't understand, the giant system had nothing more to lose than a rampage.

All you can do is observe it as a radiant glow.

No, precisely, they just force me to “experience” it.

The Soul, thrown into the dimensional realm of “gardens (gardens)", was transmitted in an instant as if it were overcurrent, via "connectors (harnesses)" to all mankind in this region (area), where it had synchronized and delegated its own power of decision.

Those who blindly believed in the Ideal Township Plan = "Blood Monetary Co-Prosperity Zone” brought back from the "Garden" by “Someone" mimicking Yugadir as a result, and had let go of the "Will" out of sight of the deception it held, became a stickler by losing their connection to the system that presided over their judgment.

The Garden of the Thread, to which we have always been connected = "Garden", was swayed, causing enormous confusion.

The figure of Haz, the hero-Yugadir who guides us there, and the “Virgin of the Rebirth”, who was Haz who assures us of his legitimacy, has become impossible to ascertain.

The appearance of the projection was smashed.

A stronghold that was not lost, a moment when the spiritual pillar was snapped in an instant.

People who have been unconsciously dependent on "making decisions for everyone” have been thrown into a "world where they have to judge and make decisions for themselves".

I don't know what to do.

In short, if you explain what's in their chest, it will.

Genuine hope that we have denied our existence.

The glow of the Soul burned their hearts.

Of course, neither the “Garden" nor what was its surrogate executor, Yugadir, allowed such a situation forever.

"Eliminate foreign objects..."

Yugadir moved into an offensive posture as human (mode) changed.

Personality-independent automatic it is unlimited to antibody reactions to protect the ideal town of "garden".

Scion's Holy Sword: Demon Spear That Was Capturing Rose Absolute: Follow the words of what Rosa Invierno was Yugadir by turning herself into countless fragments.

Simulating the countless petals that dance through the universe, it's a deadly blade that stops each and every one of them from even sewing the target time.

The thought of bringing Ashle and Zion into his own camp has also disappeared with Yugadir's impersonation, and what is in front of him is the literal automatic doll (Automata) itself, which is intended for the subject's slaughter (greeting).

Automatic knights who were stopping the movement learn from it.

The shell of Yugadir, which transforms the Ashle squadron into an automatic knight who was detached from the garden and turned into an automatic killing state (Killing Mode), and a garden doll who lost his imaginary mind, narrows the siege to completely annihilate it.

"Is this who these guys are?"

"Anything you can't admit, you just have to make sure there wasn't. That's a really short circuit idea."

Ele and Aska rendezvous as they align back to back.

"It's simple, but it's a reasonable way to do it."

"No questions asked, too."

Which was so ironic?

There is no roar or nothing.

Ashle and the others see the enemy striking, leaving only an unexpected after-effect, neither a breath nor a driving sound.

And right after that, it's just like ripping the universe apart, and it's falling.

The One Who Destroys Everything.

Claws of Purification: A man with an armor.