Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

When Doran arrived at the barrier, the queen of black roses, standing on the northern barrier against the darkness of the night and the light of the moon, looked down arrogantly at Geordo, caught in the restraint of the black roses. Move the lips wet with vivid red, not black, several times.

The glossy lips, as if cut out of a rose petal, spun a word that was as cold as the eyes.

"Running on flowers, hurting trees, crushing insects, killing beasts, killing the people of the forest, polluting the forest ... your sins There is no end to counting. ''

"Huaha is a sin? Is it a sin for you? I'm a guilty of weakness. If you don't want to be killed, kill the enemy before it.

We were killed by us because they are weak and have no killing power. What is weak except sin? People on the ground don't know such a thing, this is a terrible laugh. Fuhahahahahahaha! ! "

"Everyone in the demon world is like you. I'll teach you one sin. It's" weak "enough to be destroyed by me."

Speaking of remorse to George, who stated that weakness was a sin, Deirdara lifted her right arm over the sky like a work of art.

There was a huge shadow behind Diadora-inside the fortified wall, lifting the sickle neck, following the movement of the arm as if pointing at the heavenly moon.

It seemed to be a shadow of a giant snake that swallowed Diadora, but exposed under the moonlight was a myriad of thorns, tangled like a large snake or dragon.

"It's uncomfortable just to be like you. It was your sin to be in this world."

Deirdre's finesse, being swung up into the moon above him, is relentlessly swung down like an executor ordering a beheading, and a black rose spear runs through the atmosphere.

No matter how tough the inhabitants of the demon world, you won't be able to survive this blow. A huge hole will be drilled in the chest of the armor that protects Georg, which will have a large black blood flower.

"Ah!"

A figure dances lightly in the night sky like a petal flying in the wind. Petite, that's the shadow of a girl like a bud before the blossoms in the mid-teens.

The silhouette of the black shadow lands on the tip of the black rose's spear, and touches the fingertips of a white fish wrapped in red gloves.

The spear of the black rose loses its power rapidly from its tip, but also loses its freshness, and as it withers and dies, it collapses as if it has been thousands of years in the air.

Watching a whole-hearted blow fall like a sand castle drowned in the waves, a crack runs on the cold mask that had previously covered Diadora's beauty.

"You're too guarded, Geo?"

The little figure kicks the collapsing black rose's spear and dances again in the air, jumping to the left shoulder of the still-retained georut.

The real face of the figure is exposed on Georut's blood-colored shoulder pad.

The arrangement of the eyes and nose, such as the contours that draw soft curves, the lips reminiscent of small petals, and the curly eyes, are lovingly organized, and at first glance, it looks as if the most pretty girl imagined by people has become a reality.

But how about the magical power that rises from a delicate body wrapped in a red-black dress like dry blood, and the atmosphere that embraces the chills of ice water on the back of the viewer?

"Huh! Rafrasia, I was doing it myself without your help."

Lafrasia, it was the name of this evil girl.

Rafrasia, who divides her red hair long enough to reach the thigh with a nape and ties it with a black ribbon, leans her neck on the words of Georut.

The gesture that the head dress of the same color as the hair sways together as the small neck is tilted is lovely, but the ridicule at the mouth remains the same for the fellow brothers.

"Oh, I'm getting stronger. But it's your role to be in the forefront and have a pain, so I'll just make it a silly thing.

When Lafrasia's finger touches the black rose that is confining Geordo's whole body, exactly the same phenomenon occurs, and the huge body of Geordo is wrapped around the end of the dusted black rose.

Freed of captivity, Geordo shuddered lightly while landing from the air to the ground, sweeping away the debris of the black rose clinging to his body.

If only Lafrasia did not help, how would he escape from the restraint of the black rose, it is only known to Georut, but the eyes that harbor the deadly light of Georudo embarrass Diadora who gave himself shame I was

If you don't know how to defend against magical powers, you will fall into madness if you faint or worsen on the spot.

"My role is to put the enemy in the Blood Festival earlier than anyone else and declare the beginning of the war with that blood and life. It's not a decision!"

"You're the only one who thinks so? Gehren and Georg both think so.

Hey, black rose's sister with scary eyes is looking at us. Do you have anything to say? "

Deirdre's eyes were shifting focus from Georut to Rafrasia, and it was obvious at a glance who the Black Rose Miki recognized as the greatest enemy.

Whether Georut is no longer in his eyes or not, Deirdre makes a cold voice, with his eyes set on Rafrasia's ridicule.

"Are you? The evil spirit who was not tired of taking his life and was slapping while giving unlimited pain ..."

"What is it? There are too many clauses to think of, and I don't know which one.

The water lily spirit that shrank with shouting? Or is the Ryujin spirit rotten while muttering to help? Or is it the white lily spirit that has been cut into selt and finished? "

Each time Lafrasia utters one's work, the fire of hatred that gushes from Diadora's entire body burns more violently, and the black magical power changes to darker and deeper shades.

Oh, and Lafracia mutters, clasping his little hand in front of his chest. It seems as if the bright smiling smile says that he came to the right answer.

"Okay, Diadora, helping Diadora, and crying, but the red rose spirit that slowly sucked and killed me?

It looks like the same rose spirit, is she a Diadora? "

"Yeah, yes. I'm Diadora. And the ones you killed were all my friends and family. Well, well, well!"

"Ah, huh. Oh, you're angry at things like idiots.

I wish I was pleased that the enemy was reduced. Mmm ~~~~ Isn't it okay to say one of words of thanks to me? "

"I will never forgive you !!"

Deirdre's black hair stands upside down, even though he was not fanned by the wind, and countless thorny thorns pop out of it undulating like a black sea.

The thorns, filled with Diadora's murderous swords all the way to the end, were covered in jet-black magic and had the power of a steel whip.

But when Lafrasia's smile deepens, his thin left hand squeezes out to hold the dance partner's hand, and a mist of blue light oozes out of his hand.

As soon as the increasing amount of fog touches the thorns of the thorns approaching Lafrasia, magic, moisture, or vitality is sucked from the thorns and broken down like dust.

"Don't you know that you're learning. I'm a flower sperm, but not a flower sperm that blooms like a paradise on earth like you.

I'm a Rafraora spirit, a flower of the Demon World that only blooms after sucking blood or life. All life is just a sacrifice for me to bloom beautifully. Like this? "

"This is it !?"

The mist that overflows from the left hand of Lafrasia touches the earth, and when it touches the wind, it does not change its appearance, but the wind clearly absorbs magic and life.

When the fog reached his feet, Diadora lightly kicked the barrier and threw himself into the air.

The hem of the dress with deep slits and black hair flutter in the wind, and Diadora looks like a black rose blossoming in the air.

Deirdre makes the thorns whip again from her black hair while jumping in the air, and her appearance only allows her to attack the pretty Lafrasia from all sides.

"Do you know the word" learning? "

From Lafrasia's little lips, a thin breath spills.

In this sigh of apprehension, there was only a disdain for the hunted Diadora's relentless attacks.

This time, not only Lafrasia's left hand, but also the whole body of blue light oozes out, dying out of Diadora's thorns, which were almost imminent.

"Thank you for the delicious rice."

Rafrasia only deepens the ridicule of Diadora, who keeps doing vain acts.

While Diadora continues to wear out, Rafrasia consumes the power of Diadora's thorns and does not consume any power.

"Well, it's the easiest to wait for your power to run out, but I'm just sorry to be waiting, so I'll breathe your life directly.

Their beautiful black hair, their white skin, their red lips, dry and shatter from all. Is it scary? "

With that said, Lafracia takes a step towards Diadora.

A princess who has a ruthless heart that refuses to show that her life has no value except for her pretty appearance, will suck and kill the life of the Queen of the Black Rose without any mercy.

Tears of Diadra's final resistance, or rather a bundle of thorns, but not as large as a thorn of a thorn aimed at Georudo, were fired at a speed to skewer Raflacia's face and drop the swallow.

"Well, what a boring thing !?"

The thorn spear was different, but the thorns died under the power of Lafrasia as before.

As he died as he approached Lafrasia, only one thorn, which was in the center of the bundle, reached Lafrasia just before he died, and flourished his white cheeks like white porcelain with bright red lines. I chopped it.

A momentary, minor physical pain hits Rafrasia, but any further mental shock overthrows Rafrasia's heart, and Rafracia's shivering fingers scoop up the red blood that has begun to seep into her cheek.

"Blood, mine, blood. Wound me ..."

Bringing his bloody fingers in front of him, Diadra smiles at Lafrasia, looking at it as she shakes her entire body as if she had a plaque.

"Beautiful roses have thorns, you'd say from the old days? Remember, though you can only remember for a short time."

A blow, wrapped in another thorn, meant to die, in order to get one of her favorites to Lafrasia, succeeded in injuring Lafrasia, albeit slightly, as Diadora's plan envisioned.

"I can't forgive, I can't forgive you! You've done something you can't forgive that the fineness of a black rose on the ground would hurt me. You'll suck and kill as soon as you feel pain!"

"Oh, but I don't care about your anger. I've already decided to kill all of you.

Howl as much as you like. It will be a body that can not say anything immediately. ''

As the moonlight glowed, the power of blue and black drowned in everything around him, and the flowers of the earth and the evil spirits intensified the struggle in beauty.

Is this a quick touch? Afraid of the start of the fight between the two, the clouds did not block the moon and the wind was afraid to flow.

The start was led by a third-party Georg, who had always been on the sidelines of the battle between them.

"Yeah, I'm still pretty, Lafrasia! I'll kill you with my spear."

"A little geot, my prey?"

Georudo, who has lost his numbness, explodes the power stored on his four feet, turning into a giant red dead wind and running beside Rafrasia, approaching Diadora.

As per his declaration, his right arm, which has become a spear from his elbow, protrudes forward, aiming at the center of Diadora's chest.

"I'll put it all together"

Despite Georudo's invasion, Diadora's intentions did not fluctuate or diminish, but despite his inexhaustible vigor with his black emotions, it was extremely difficult to win against them. Business.

Rafrasia kicks the ground with his feet in red shoes, with Geodore slaughtering Diadora. Despite the appearance of a delicate girl, his leg strength was as fast as he could outrun a sprinting horse.

"I'm dying!"

"I'm the killer."

Zawa, and again, Diadora's black hair swells like a sea of storms, and a thorny whip raises a sacrificial neck like many snakes.

However, a compressed air shell flew above the Deirdre at the speed of sound, hitting Georud's spear and Rafrasia with a terrible shockwave.

"Nuo !?"

"Hey, it's evil again!

Georold was prevented from charging by a large spear hit by an air cannonball, and the rear legs of Georged, whose momentum was stopped, jumped up so much that he could barely roll forward.

Lafracia, on the other hand, was not hurt because the absorbing fog prevented the air shells, but was struck directly by the energy bolt following the air shells.

Just as Diadora pierced Rafrasia's defenses with a wrapped-in thorny spear, Rafracia couldn't stop the energy bolt, aiming at the moment when the blue fog was greatly attenuated by the first shot of the air cannonball It is.

Realizing that it is not a spirit magic handled by the Wood Elves, Deirdre does not relax her guard and looks back.

Looking back, Deirdre's eyes reflected Doran holding her left hand in deep darkness.

Doran rushed from the southwestern defensive wall, discovering Diadora's plight, and exercising two magics in a row.

For a while, Deirdre and Doran's eyes intersected.