Sanzen no Souru Supina

Gogo, and the atmosphere rang.

It felt like the world was shaking.

At the next moment, if you dare to describe what has erupted from the bottom of the heliatium, it was a chain made of language - a tying chain.

"Wet, this is"

It is the black-winged Odile who leads the maidens of the true knight who groaned.

They, the true knight maidens, can only interact with the English Spirit, a semi-entity semi-information body.

No, it's precisely possible, but I can't exchange kids.

That's because their own physical structure has been altered so that only the information body can receive it.

And Odile nowadays groaned precisely because, although he had now erupted from the depths of Heliatium (...), he had identified himself precisely.

"What's up, Odile"

"That's defamatory rubble, Osmahim. Words to blaspheme us. We, the curse of language that alters the true knight's maiden. It's a story knitted with a complaint."

Blood had been lost from Odile's face, which at all times was cold and sometimes made a ruthless impression.

"I expected it... but this is what was sealed in the great library of legends. Prohibited words. We are not the only ones susceptible to this much resentment (every flattery), blasphemy, as a species, but as long as we are human beings"

Hmm, and Osmahim roared at Odile's explanation as well.

It's just that this one's not from fright, it's from understanding.

"I see, indeed. That spelling (cont 'd) is full of jealousy and resentment. It must be a curse to pollute divinity and pull the feet of those who aspire to heights"

The Great Emperor, familiar not only with martial arts but also with ancient knowledge, could even decipher the identity of the flying boat: the cursed rubble (crushed) that stretches like a snake aimed at Gail Drivre.

Ancient Ephthal, i.e. the current common language: the letters and words on which Ephthal was founded.

A unified dynasty: an ancient language that Agantilis had.

It was the identity of the impending bondage chain that was the dark story behind it (...), knitted by its ancient language.

"Is this Omae's trump card, Lucatius"

Osmahim shrugged as he held Odile as he leaned over him in one arm.

For some reason, there's an awesome grin in that mouth.

"A word, a word and a word."

Lucatius responded to the great emperor's grin when the projection was disturbed and the audio was torn.

"No, I don't think so. On the contrary, Lucatius. Word is, language is the need for us, humanity, to communicate. With one word, people's hearts are shaken, greatly influenced. And Ancient Ephthal is a special word among them. Specifically, it works on the" connector (harness) "in us and rewrites the human. Like Bloom Tide once did."

'Knowing that much, why did you jump in? Why did you attack recklessly?!

Lucatius shouted to his former best friend's savage courage.

In response, the great emperor spread his fierce grin and let him answer.

"What I found out. I wanted to know Omae's trump card. There is also the precedent of the emperor who once attacked Heliatium. It's as dangerous as a siege attack, Lucatius"

narrowed his eyes as sharp as a hawk, Osmahim said.

"That's always been Omae's tactic, I think. If you think this one is advantageous, you will suffer unexpected resistance and pain. Make it look like an opportunity, let the opponent attack it, and then pick it up. I thought it would be natural to be a good protector given the current state of the country called the Vibronze Empire."

Remembering the battle we once had on the chessboard, the Great Emperor said.

"For example, our soldiers enter the city beyond the walls of the castle. And then what happens? The tomb guards of dead knowledge (Knowledge Reyes), who were waiting for them, strike the hearts of the soldiers. This army of 200,000 will be taken as Omae soldiers."

Lucatius does not respond to Osmahim's point.

The Great Emperor continues.

"For example, Omae offers to surrender after a few days of cage castle warfare. I completely triumph in the winner's mood. There comes the tomb guard of dead knowledge (Knowledge Reis). Or... we can't wait for an attack like this. Between the sights, or on a banquet to celebrate victory. I can't, I can't let that happen. I see, there's more to losing me."

If so,

"The only way to do this is to spit everything out beforehand. King and Queen go to the front line and feed themselves."

In response to Osmahim's assertion, the words returned were concise.

"Then be eaten up as you go."

to language (...).

Lucatius runs out.

Well, Osmahim returned it.

"Then let me show you my battle."

Say it fast or flying boat: plummet the Gail Drivre.

The gleaming (all) scratching the sky moved forcefully, and this was also again stretched into a cup as if the sail (sail) knitted with brilliance had been subjected to the wind.

"I told you, Lucatius. He wanted to see what Omae did. It's in your hands, it's about what's in the belly of this city."

"Nah, to"

"Don't you see? Omae is now exposing me to everything about Heliatium. That's what cutting trump cards is all about. And the biggest attack is also the exposure of the biggest weakness at the same time. You were too used to the battle on the desk, literary emperor. Omae doesn't know the real battlefield."

Saying, almost perpendicularly, Osmahim makes the ship stick in.

The flock of language in the meantime, a flock of vipers that has stretched up to capture it, cannot keep up with a sharp change of direction.

"Scratch it, Lucatius. This is war."

The burning helmet Osmahim received at the top of his head once again sheds light.

Alam Ra's eyes.

The light that returns people to sanity burns the impending hordes of blasphemous words.

"The time has come to be written in the history books, literary emperor. Become Omae's beloved letter, a book, a history."

Finally, Osmahim leaps the flying boat: Gail Drivre into the void space.

themselves towards the heart of the heliatium.

It's like a meteor.