To Be a Power in the Shadows!

A lawless city is, in a nutshell, a giant slum.

A hobo wanders, a row of digging huts, and a sweep full of rotten odors.

But that's not all about lawless cities.

Because there are three skyscrapers in an outlawed city.

"That's the castle of The Blood Queen." The Red Tower "..."

In the sunset, looking up at the red tower as if it were heavenly and soaring blood, he says, a man of villain prowler-like appearance.

"What's up, Quinton? Scared. Did you notice?

Talking to Quinton like that is a beautiful blonde young man.

"You didn't realize I was scared, Goldo. But I've never seen a building this tall."

"Hmm...... I've fought all over the world too, but it's certainly a stunning tower. It'll take a day just to climb."

The two look up at the 'Red Tower' and sigh.

A red tower stretching out to heaven as if it were a spiral of blood. Neither of us could have imagined how this was built.

"Because the tower is splendid, the guy there must be strong. Let's go."

"Interpretation is the gathering of rogues. We'll take the neck of the Blood Queen."

Quinton and Gordo, two contrasting faces, but from the first time we spoke, the horses fit with wonder. That may be because they had something in common that they lost to the same opponent, but anyway, the two have been behaving amicably together from the Martial Arts Festival.

The two walk through the lawless city at dusk. As we move on to the centre, we change our impressions from desolate slums to cluttered cities with a blend of multiculturalism.

"Surprised..."

"Oh...... be careful"

Inside lawless cities you never know just from the outside.

The building is not the only place for change. Residents walking down the road are not just floaters either, but they come at two giraffed eyes aiming at their prey.

Not a single miscellaneous fish.

Quinton and Gordo, too, understood that.

Proceeding vigilantly through the sword at any time, a gloomy sense of unity emerges in the cluttered streets.

That is a testament to entering the territory of The Blood Queen.

They both sensed changes in the air.

"That's close."

Residents do not find it strange. But I feel signs of stirring up in the house. The "Red Tower" also looks very close.

The two tightened their minds.

Then we reached the Red Tower.

"This is the entrance to the tower......!

Quinton approaches a huge door. The door was delicately sculpted and depicted a thing that no one could possibly harm.

"Let's go."

Quinton put his hand on the door, at that moment.

"Hiccup, wait..."

Someone called me. It's a terribly hard voice to hear.

When I stopped my hand and looked around, a thin dirty borough cloth was falling by the door. If you look closely, it's moving slightly. It's - it's someone wrapped in a borough cloth.

"I don't deserve to open the door to you guys..."

Anyone who says so and wraps it in a borough cloth gets up.

It was a skinny, thin man. Tall enough to exceed Quinton, but the cheeks appear to have only rough bones and skin. Dull dirty gray hair stretches to her shoulders.

living corpse. Would that be the best way to describe it?

"You don't deserve it?

"Only servants or guests or strong people can open this door..."

"Hmm. We're certainly not servants or guests. But he's a strong hunter for The Blood Queen."

Quinton looks up at the grey-haired man and laughs nicely.

A giggling eye looked down at Quinton and shook.

"Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit..."

"What's so funny?!?

"Hih, hih, I consider myself a fool... but it's always funny to see more fools than myself..."

"Oh, my God!

"Hiccup, get to know yourself... it's not too late since this happened..."

A grey-haired man stripped off some of the borough cloth.

It was his right half that got dewy.

But there was no ahead from the right shoulder there.

"This is the end of the fool who challenged 'The Blood Queen' four years ago... The fool is a 'watchdog' who has been disenfranchised and is now kept like no other..."

His neck was chained with a sturdy collar.

"Ha. I'm Quinton, the fierce martial arts festival. This guy is" Changsheng Golden Dragon "Gordo. It's not like a mutton fish!

"Hiccup, I don't know... I can't remember the name of a guy weaker than me with a doctrine..."

"Oh? Then who is it?

"Hiccup, I'm just a 'watchdog'... but I used to be called 'The White Devil'..."

"'White Devil'? I don't know. You know what, Goldo?

Quinton asks Goldo.

"I also think I've heard it somewhere...... sorry, I can't remember"

Gordo shook his head sideways.

But those eyes are on the lookout and alert for 'watchdogs'.

"That's right, Mr. Unnamed Miscellaneous Fish"

"Hiccup, fine. You should be forgotten, such as the name of the fool..."

"I'm sorry, but I'll let you through."

"I'm a 'watchdog'... I can't go through the mutton..."

"... I don't care what happens."

Quinton pulled out the sword by staring at the stand-up 'watchdog'.

"Keeper Dog" also pulls out an elongated single-edged sword on his left hand. It was a beautiful knife over the length of her body.

"Be careful...... Quinton"

Gordo also pulls out his sword and says:

"Be careful, what?

"The man... I can't see the bottom of the force"

"Huh? This bone and skin-only ship arm? Don't be silly!

Quinton ignored the advice and was slaughtered.

The trajectory of the Great Sword sparkled at sunset - the next moment, a blood splash broke out.

"... huh?

A great sword cut off in the middle made a dry noise as it fell to the ground.

"K, Quinton!!

It was at the same time that Gordo screamed and Quinton, torn apart, fell.

"Well... are you next...?

Before Gordo, the 'watchdog', bathed in return blood, gets stuck.

"Ki, you!

Gordo didn't see the sword muscle of the 'watchdog' that slashed Quinton.

All I could see was a blood splash dancing in the universe and a broken sword.

Awesome skill.

Goldeau understood that this' watchdog ', who had been stripped of his dominant arm and had lost weight only to bones and skin, was still far in height.

But still, Gordo lays down his sword.

I have a short relationship with Quinton. But he's a fellow with the same aspirations to recover from defeat.

"Don't worry... he's not dead. If I die, I won't be able to use it..."

"Keeper Dog," he said.

"How dare you Quinton!!

Gordo gathers his magic into a sword and unleashes his strongest moves.

"Evil God, Second Kill, Golden Dragon Sword!!

At that moment when he released his moves, Goldo's gaze and that of the 'watchdog' exchanged.

Black-eyed "watchdog" with a rough blood run.

Gordo looked into his bottomless eyes and remembered the memory of The White Devil.

"No way, you..."

'The watchdog' 's lips hung.

Suppose this one-armed 'watchdog' is' The White Devil '...

Gordo understood the desperate difference and slammed the sword strike to the ground aggressively.

"Hmm...?

The sand and dust dance in abundance.

"Quinton!! I will - I will definitely come and help!!

That's the footsteps that scream and stay away.

"Did you run away... I'm not going after you... 'Keeper Dog'..."

The sand and dust were swept away with a flash of sword, and the "watchdog" looked at Gordo's back as he ran away.

"Hiccup, but... I wonder if I can get away safely...?

At the end of the "watchdog" gaze, the doors of the houses open and "they" attack Gordo.

"Hit, hit, hit, hit...!

"The Keeper Dog" looked up at the skyscraper, which soared heavenly.

Three skyscrapers rise and three rulers reign. This is the sweep of the world - an outlaw city.

A world of evil from all over the world, of wealth and of weak and strong eating where power gathers.

No king, no knight, no demon, no one can touch it.

This is a lawless city.

Power is the law here.