Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Come on, I took the trouble to respond to Omae's invitation! (CHECKMATE) It's the battle. - Lucatius!

Osmahim shouted with a cheerful voice somewhere (wow).

Even in the unwavering seat of power as an absolute monarch, the essence of a man named Osmahim would be a samurai.

Flying boat: There is even a laugh in the mouth of the great emperor of Osmadra, who stands at the command post of Gail Drivre.

When the hull penetrated, he didn't seem to care how many people and buildings he bounced off.

Lucatius responded from beneath the bitter breath of the projection (Vision).

Raise and lower your shoulders wide.

The tone, however, was calm deposition itself, as opposed to that of the expensive Osmahim.

Now, tilt your little neck and even show it to the great emperor of Osmadra, who shouts his royal hand (checkmate).

'Well, I can tell you we're already there in the sense of a settlement... Since you were young, you've never been able to contain your desire to blow a bubble at them. "

"What?"

I said, "We're settled, if you don't mind."

Projection of that word at the end is interrupted.

Mysterious energy and flying boats filling the void space: a protective barrier (field) covering the hull of the Gail Drivre rubs violently against each other and emits thunderbolts.

The hull swings violently.

Now, how much real time has flown in the surface world?

Osmahim, who pierced Gayldrivr, pushed through the darkness, which seemed to follow the perpetual pillage, and finally came to pass.

What a true throne in the heart of the great library - the helium - that has been hidden underground.

Who else will be sitting, the Lord of Heliatium as the last emperor of the Vibronze Empire: Lucatius XII, his man.

It's not a projection.

He is an entity.

Ahead of pushing through the void space, the throne of reality exists.

That is a sight that should not be possible in common sense, but this is already in the midst of a vain number of space-times.

The laws of physics in the tabular world do not work straight, the place dominated by absurdity.

So anything happens.

"Are you here?"

To Osmahim's arrival Lucatius raised his face and stood up.

Exhausted and exhausted.

Admitting so, Osmahim cried out.

"Aren't you looking like you're no longer standing on your feet, Luca! You mean there was a battle!

"That's too soon. See, but good."

Is the distance between the throne and the bow of the Gail Drivre the extra thirty meters?

At combat speed, the distance to run through in a second, but at this time, it didn't shrink no matter how long.

"What is this?! You think it's a special force field, a protective barrier?!

"No. Hundreds or thousands of years of compressed time lie between you and us right now. That's what this place is. It's a sacred place that exists to keep track of and keep the memories of this world."

So that defensive mechanism is done by history (...) itself.

"How can you exceed the book of history when it comes to the great emperor of Osmadra"

"Let me out! I am the creator of history. In the presence of those who make new histories, old men give in! I'll step over!

To the roaring Aram champion, Lucatius responded with a bitter smile.

"The creator of history. Hmm. Step over history. Hmm. It's a delusion that seems to dwell on the head of an arrogant man who gets drunk on his dreams. Approximately, I was blown into by the true knightly women who would refrain next door."

"I said I would not tolerate insulting Fate Community (partner) Taru Odile!

The wear and tear should be obvious, but Lucatius speaks pale.

Obstructed by the barrier of time, Osmahim did not let this go, and spent more of his "spindle" trying to break through.

Burning eyes at the top of the helmet roar and increase the glow.

I can roar.

"Aren't you now proud of the history of manipulated deception! This is the extremes of governance by the weak. An end that turned away from the truth, compromised on compromise, and repeatedly escaped reality. They strip away such fake sugar coats! For folk grass to live in a world of weak and forceful eating, it takes the guidance of a true strong man, a hero!

I see, as Osmahim put it, if we consider the compressed space that we are currently deploying to be a pile of sales for those who have built up the era and history of the Zodiac continent to date, then indeed it cannot be said to be a sort of mystery.

History of the renunciation of the Will by "Garden", by "Connector (Harness)".

The backlog can also be described in a sense as a history of waiver of responsibility.

I can't say it's a mistake to break the history of the world spinning that way with a false sugar coat.

And Alam Ra's eyes, which break through deception and sanctify people, are exactly the "Hiraki" that stabs through it.

"Gww."

In fact, Lucatius seemed to have his eyes burned by the light of truth emitted.

Originally, there is no way to invalidate the incompetence of the "Spindle Ability" on him, the incompetent.

I barely resisted that power thanks to the long time stacked between them.

But with all that time thickness, I couldn't completely disable Osmahim's swinging moves.

Googling, Gogokins and Flying Boats: Pack your time as the hull of the Gail Drivre grinds.

"What do you say!

Gaining a stuffed feeling, Osmahim laughed.

Give it up, and I'll fold it.

Only a few moments left, five meters.

With another push, the flesh of the living Lucatius becomes a stain of the floor along with the crushed scattered throne.

But the emperor of the country, called the Sunset Empire, still did not kneel as he closed his eyes to the intimidation and heavy pressure that could be tapped and wept in pain.

Stay blind and face Osmahim.

"Wow. Do you want to break us into falsehood? But if so, how about this, Osmadra's great emperor?"

Lucatius waves his arms to mark.

Then it's shown there.

Breathtaking beautiful, naked.

First Prince Osmadra: who he is as an Askarian woman.

And be told.

From the mouth of the devil's knight.

Abominable birth.

It's not just that she's not actually a prince (...).

Not even human from birth.

On the contrary, the fact that I have not inherited a drop of Osmahim's own blood.

Osmahim listens somewhere far away to a leaking roar.

When it's your own, don't be careful.