Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Come on, Aah, Symbol, Aah!

Ripped apart the battle music played by the anger and the gunfire, the White Knight of Fantasy: Galusin runs on a single horse.

Already its appearance has been transformed into a disease with the aid of an alien: a wind thunder (Lightning Stream), which increases its runability to the extreme with the ride.

Since most of them react to rejection to the smell of "After Will" = "Spindle" flowing in even with fairly trained military horses, the tactics of using alien powers for riding have not been established even in this era.

The extent to which some knights use it personally.

Of course, after meeting the very personal condition of trust with my horse.

That was exercised as a matter of course by a man who should have died a hundred years ago.

The secret is also in the Holy Sword he now holds: Estradius.

Yes, the fanaticism brought about by the resonance of the Holy Sword and Galusin (...) is also acting on the white horse, who is a rider.

But what is truly astonishing is that at this time the opposing enemy - Osmadra the Great: Osmahim was also drooling the exact same protection against horseback riding when he was a heavenly horse crossing himself, just like him.

The relative distance between the two gaining the momentum of Hurricane Gufu is clogged - the battle is pressing at once.

Faster and more powerful shockwaves ran through the battlefield than the sound of dokings, and heavy metals hitting each other, and bounced energy splashes determined the surrounding topsoil, peeling (ha) away.

The bodies of the soldiers who fell on the battlefield fly a thousand pieces, scattered and returned to the dust.

At the moment of the clash, they exercised their powers by passing "spindles" on each other's swords and on the spears of their hands.

Holy tip punch (Seiklid Satan Bain) wearing Galusin's.

Make Osmahim's Heavenly Fall (Skyfall) Hui Spear Shooting (-Inpaintment).

If you try to pull out only the part of the assault move. Any of that has the power to shoulder or outperform Ashle's specialty in Slaughterdragon (Crossbain) Crossshock (Fire Drakes).

This time, moreover, the speed of the ride is increased by the protection of the wind thunderstorm (Lightning Stream).

That's just unimaginable energy.

And naturally, the clashes between the two brought tremendous destruction to the perimeter.

First of all, Osmadra's new weapon = the destructive power of artillery and howitzers, etc., cannot be compared.

The earth was literally decided and even reached the Osmadra faction, where the stone debris (crushed) was deployed hundreds of meters away.

Although it is not obvious with earthly smoke, the point where it became a blast will undoubtedly exhibit the appearance of the crater.

Both the Osmadra Imperial SS and the Ministerial Corps watching the battle of the Great Emperor far rear, and the Heliatium Defense Forces watching them climb and climb the walls of Heliatium, burned with fanaticism and with no regard for their personal dangers, saw for the first time at this time the meaning and mix of what many of the Spindle Capabilities had meant so far to be limited to the exercise of inhumane demons and special sanctuaries like the Closed Corridor, and chewed it up as a practical experience.

And that too for a while.

Dorkin, Dorkin 'Dorkin' - Further shooting shocked the eardrums of the people watching in both factions.

Soil smoke rolls up one after the other, as shown, and shock waves, cracks, run through the ground.

It is also an area that is difficult for ordinary people to see, and both males are beating while rewarding super moves and stunts.

Sometimes, between slices of earthen smoke, flashes of light and sword triumphs (kenges) blink, and we see each other exhausting their dying power.

How long has that battle lasted?

Those who know exactly were not there at this time.

Regardless of the people of Heliatium, who tend to be bewitched if they don't see too much reality to take care of the spiritual world, the Civilians of the Osmadra Empire, who accompanied them to rule promptly after the liberation of Heliatium, even forgot to set a record and saw themselves in a battle between heroes.

The two armies filling the ground, or watching with solitary spit from the shadow of the fortress, were already spectators at this time and were completely fascinated by the battle between the two.

By the time he realized, the sun had passed its midpoint and the afternoon sun was starting to light up its surroundings.

If you look beneath your feet, the rain that came out sometime wet the earth, and now - there are signs that it is already dry.

If you look up, the light descending from the gap between the far past black clouds is shooting into the world by the staircase leading to the world above.

Perhaps a giant storm passed over the heads of both armies.

But no one can have the memory of that time.

No, I can't remember.

As if God had decreed that each man should see but the battle of the two males.

All the people present at this time experienced the epic experience spoken of in the Divine Age.

And I guess that was true of both males who could cross blades.

"I'd love to. Hey, I bet you do, you. I've never had this much fun, have I?

…………

Galushin pushed up the armored face guard and called on only one super warrior across the shore from the cliff, which had become rife with countless craters worn.

Under a style of open helm that protected both cheeks and nostrils, the Great Emperor smiled silently.

The intensity of the battle waged.

Excellence in each other's skills and physical abilities.

And whoever disagrees about the stunning of stamina, which can be described as inexhaustible, stays alone.

That seems to have been the case, even for Osmahim himself at the time.

Because even a slight glimpse of delight appeared in its face, which was as quiet as the surface of the lake.

Galushin threw his words at such an Osmahim appearance.

"But, O great emperor of Osmadra. There is one thing I cannot solve. That's about your ability to exercise alien powers. I'm good, 'cause it's like a walking cathedral. As long as I have people who believe in the reality of God and believe in me, I can't shatter my will."

But cut the words, and Galusin opened his eyes.

"But... the usual people... whoa, the Spindle Talent isn't normal. Still dare to say that? Normal Spindle Capabilities are outside the Closed Corridor, and you can't keep putting up the big moves like this. It's not like you can't make moves, but the price is either too tight to make a sound, or you can't stand the overload and die."

Ironically, its lips distort.

"Because Spindle is After Will. It doesn't turn well in places where the world denies the Will. This world denies the" will "of man. It doesn't work the way you want. Wishes and prayers, they don't make sense. And that's why special places - like closed corridors and sanctuaries - work normally only in limited spaces where Negative has Him."

Yet.

Galucin said as he twisted his neck to the left and right to show it.

"Yet, you, Osmahim. You are still flat after all this reward. Isn't that strange? I don't know anyone other than me. No, there's all kinds of backgammon, huh? For example, hanging out with true knight maidens and trying to get their protection... because they're the kind of ladies who, in a way, seal little" closed corridors "inside themselves?

Galusin asked, raising a single eyebrow and making an actor's face.

Or perhaps Galushin had been informed beforehand of Osmahim's past by the literary emperor to whom he devoted his allegiance: Lucatius and the Book of Magic Revealing the Past (Grimoire).

So this may or may not have been a tongue fight that touches Osmahim's heart wound with a wax, or mentions a scandal at national level.

However, the questioned Osmahim does not make it slight.

Just stare gently at Gallucin with a slight smile on your face.

"Am I being rude to the great emperor of Osmadra, who crowns the world, on the subject of caregiving? No, if you're as bright as you are, or something like that, I wonder what it is? One or two of the true knight maidens...... No, Chigau, this feels..."

Galushin flipped his words, staring at the flames of his burning eyes over Osmahim's helmet.

"You... you're not half human anymore... what do I say?"

Osmahim did not answer the inquiry of the White Knight, who mocked himself half the time.

But Galucin didn't miss it.

Something invisible falls out of Osmahim's floating grin.

The fullness and joy of the battle that was there earlier disappear, and instead it may be Takamai, but something idle fills him.

Now it was Galusin's turn to smile.

"Apparently it's a picture star. In my case, it feels like flesh is the first thing in your case."

Well, I'm not talking about which is better or worse.

The white knight on the horse, spreading his grin, pointed with his sword tip at the earth where his epidermis had been decided.

"Look, you, Osmahim. Under our feet. something hidden beneath the thin topsoil of this world."

A hundred years ago the knight pointed out that there was a land that was decided in the fierce struggle from earlier.

And underneath it, something that has endured thousands of years and hidden its breath.

It was a group of abandoned super ancient ruins, white, not knowing what material it was made of, that even gave the impression of the creature's gut.

Galushin whispered at the miserable for some reason.

Then I asked.

A super ancient relic that also slept underground - a unified dynasty that left behind the book of history thousands of years ago: to a man watching the Agantilis loose shell.

"You bet, Osmahim. That's why you're here. Here. See if what you believe and struggle for is true... that is, make sure God is real. Good, very good, just like me, including that."

I'm not responding to Galucin's query.

Only the wind answers.

I heard a feather somewhere.

And... sometime at dusk, a sea breeze gained momentum - the next moment - a light strip exceeding a focal temperature of 10,000 degrees emitted from the sky erased the White Knight from earth to earth.