Maouyome

Ursu red petals dance.

From the gap between the collapsed ceilings, countless petals appear and disturb the dark (lazy) spaces where the light muscles penetrate into the spots.

The petals of the little pinky finger that make a faint and faint impression on what you see include the power of every single one of them without interruption.

Petals dance and swirl.

The countless petals who continue to dance without the wind follow one will and blow endlessly.

At the heart of the sweet scent, the goddess dropped her cheerful, wandering gaze into her own nakedness.

over skin exposed with supple fingertips.

"The smell of dust mixed with the atmosphere..."

Gently attach the palms you try to cuddle to the base of your thighs, bringing a joyful grunt.

"Moist air feeling moist"

Emoting the leaking exhale, he strokes it up as he adds his fingertips from his thighs to his creased waist and tight lower abdomen.

"The disabling weight felt throughout the body, the cold air felt on the skin and the warmth of the sunlight"

The fingertips through the contours of a well-shaped breast remain intact and cross to the shoulder, so that they are intertwined and offered toward heaven.

"... heh. Ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha."

The goddess, who opened her body wide in the form of looking up to heaven, sounded a high and its joyful laugh.

"... I'm back. To this land again, to my world, to this world, I want to go home!

As if to respond to the Goddess's cry, the petals that were dyeing red in the dome gather.

The white, radiant skin of the naked body leaps and touches a single petal, a single red petal.

Petals gather and take shape.

Eventually the petals, which covered everything in their bodies, emitted light and changed shape.

Clothes and armor are getting ready.

The contour is set, and the shoulder cloth shines in pure white.

The platinum breastplate, which does not damage the line of the body, can be taken as if it were a supreme work of art, and a cloth without seams covering the skin returns a soft, glossy sway as if it were fine silk.

As the sandals covering his feet to his tibia descended to the ground, a golden yarn patterned waistcloth fluttered.

Its appearance, with its beauty to the divine, which takes the eye of the beholder, is as depicted in the myth.

A mythical goddess costume of war.

A goddess dressed in that battle costume smiles distortedly.

Everyone looking up at the altar remained motionless.

Some were fascinated, some fought, and others were aiming at the timing of the attack.

Altar with a goddess.

The dying O'Hara crawls up the stairs to the altar.

Even though his body is torn vertically, he crawls up in search of salvation for the goddess, still suffering in pain without ever reaching despair.

"Meh..., Shit, Meh,... Meh"

O'Hara seeks salvation from the goddess, crawls and tries to cling to the miracle, even though he carves the shadow of death in darkness.

To O'Hara like that, Konohana Sakya dropped a glance.

Drop a glance and cut your gaze.

"... then why,... ugh!?

The moment Konohana Sakya cut her gaze, O'Hara's body swelled up tremendously and she could play.

"Whoever finishes the role will always.... That's ugly."

As if it had been the case originally, O'Hara's body bounces heavily and turns into countless petals, dispersing.

He can't even leave an end demon, he becomes a countless petal, he can play it and disappear.

That was the end of those who devoted their fanaticism to the Goddess.

A glimmer of thunder runs through the middle of O'Hara's body, which plays loud and massive petals.

Kusukha's literal lightning strike, which turned to the Thunder Spirit, asked him when to set it up.

The blade of thunder burst through the wall of air, sounding loudly with a severe impact.

"Damn!?

Petals dancing around Konohana Sakya gather and receive a rampant and mad lightning bolt.

Kusuha, a thunderous spirit body blocked by petal walls and stopped moving, was grabbed up by an unwrought stretched thin arm.

Konohanasakya was grinning and grasping up Kusuha's face, which was forced to unravel her turn and bring her back to the state of humanization.

White, thin fingertips make the skull crunch.

"Ahhh!?

"... beastly"

Konohanasakya fluttered as he jumped off the altar, slamming him to the floor stone with Kusukha's face grabbed, slamming the thick ground deep and hard.

"Master Kusuha!

"Humph!

Immediately Bel Adne and Le Goche each unleash by building a magical arrow and a bondage bond.

Ursu purple light extinguishes and a rigid mesh of magic is applied to part of the space. Both of them, however, were blocked by petals dancing in the air and vanished in mist.

Arms still grabbed from the center of the heavily submerged floor stone are pulled out and lifted.

A slight groan leaked from Kusuha, who was suspended without force.

Konohana Sakya's golden eyes narrowed softly as if to confirm the condition.

"Thousand Years King Fox. You thought turning to the Spirit would bring you closer to God?

Even more impassioned force relentlessly tightens the shattered skull to the mere slight return of movement.

"Young lady, I hear it's a golden fur that shines in rainbow. It's so beautiful, I hear."

Lifting Kusuha with his right hand, Konohana Sakuya touches its rich golden hair with the fingertips of the empty one's left hand.

"Does the floor (...) fit?"

I lovingly raise and stroke it, including the colour of madness in its distorted smile. He reflected a gloomy look in his eyes and pressed his left hand fingertip against Kusukha's abdomen.

"But, you know, all I want is your fur. What smells like a beast... I don't need it."

My fingertips are pushed in, and I'm indulging.

"There is!? Ahhhhhhhhhh!

A white, thin fingertip that tore through the belly skin, stirred the meat, and implanted it, roughly stirred Kusukha's gut, pulling it into a thousand pieces.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh"

"but ahhhhhhh!

A high laugh and scream echo in the delight of insanity as I bathe in blood.

From behind it, a black shadow stretched out.

Immediately the petals gather towards the black shadow.

But the black shadow quickly disappeared like a flame, and the petals, who had lost sight of their goal on the brink, were powerless, and fell on the spot.

Konohana Sakya, looking sideways at the condition, shifted her gaze to her right hand and smiled invincibly.

"That's thoughtful. That's what I thought was important to you, too?

The right hand of Konohana Sakya, which stood beforehand, had the tip cut off from his wrist for every palm that had caught Kusukha.

A shadow once again stretched out like a yang flame slightly away from Konohana Sakya, from which Ser Azam, with Kusukha, appeared.

A cut wrist away from the soothing Kusukha's face, petals and scatters.

"Pfft. Scary face."

Petals gather at the tip of his wrist, and in a smile containing mockery, his chopped fingertips instantly regenerate.

Without setting aside the moment, dozens of shadow spears jumping out of the ground struck the goddess.

The petals strike down the hourglass, and rise wide.

The shadows gathered together as they twisted even louder, bringing the sickle under Ser Azam's control and striking Konohana Sakya.

Gathering in the same way, groups of swirling petals and shadow serpents collide violently.

Black shadows and uzu red petals bounce off each other and dance disturbingly.

The link between the magic of Bel Adne and Le Goche was unleashed with the aim of Konohanasakuya, trying to sew that gap.

A red petal rises and plays and swallows its whirlpool.

Through the mad dancing petals, the sword flashes run.

"... oh?

Konohana Sakya, who gently shrugged the tip of the protruding sword, pours an interesting gaze on the bearer holding the pattern.

"That it's a good place to be ungrateful. Where and who might have given you the rooted protection of that power?

Konohana Sakya loosened her eyes with pleasure as she swung around to match the great sword that was waved across her as she was protruded.

The brave man who pulled the sword tip into his hand and put it back on the reverse looms and swings through a sharp cut.

"Thanks! Thanks to you, we can still fight like this!

"I can't believe you're turning to me with the force of protection I gave you. You're pretty crazy, too."

"Protecting the brave is protecting the Virgin, isn't it?... then nothing, that would be a problem! I don't know what kind of protection you got, but I can't believe I didn't use it to get rid of you.

"Pfft.... That's true. Exactly."

Konohana Sakya loosened her eyes even more pleasantly, without bitterness, for all of the serial attacks that the brave man constantly waved.

In the figure of Lephia, the voice that emanates from Lephia's mouth is deep and contains the colour of madness everywhere.

A flaming blow pierced his side.

"... good health"

Kusukha, who lost his expression to anger, turns only the tip of his hand into a flaming spirit, hitting and releasing a flaming blow as he continues to stand further.

Burning fires with passion unleash many fires as they push away petals dancing in the universe.

Mariel stood up, fluttering beside him, but still blue-faced.

As soon as he regains consciousness, Mariel's feet flutter as she builds her magic to heal Kusukha.

Its gaze, breathing on its shoulders, held a strong will and was directed straight at Konohana Sakya.

The joyful emotions swell greatly in Konohana Sakya, receiving a murderous gaze of no more.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh!

Konohana Sakya couldn't help but enjoy the situation.

The dwarfs, who are not enough to be taken as beings, will not abandon themselves, but recklessly challenge themselves, the goddess.

Even when I saw the difference in power that showed great separation, I was immersed in some pleasure similar to pleasure in its single-minded appearance.

It comes from the margin that has reached its true meaning.

The joy of easily obtaining a body with vessels that merely embrace its own descent, in a way that it does not even wish for.

Excitement at the fact that there are those who challenge them as enemies in a situation where they can fully demonstrate their power as goddesses.

And there was a joy abundant in Konohanasakuya.

The distorted madness deepens and becomes engraved.

As if to represent Konohana Sakya's emotions, countless uzu red petals are disturbed and insane and rampant.

Sometimes flirtatious, sometimes crazy.

A large mass of petals is gathered behind Konohana Sakya, who bounced off all of the attack and flew away.

A large palm-painted gate emerged from among the petals, which were wrapped around a vortex, densely shaped, and dispersed so that they could play again.

"Fine. I feel so good now. So I'll deal with you specially."

Standing before the immense gates of Zhu Painted, Konohanasakya turned to the beloved, the foolish, with a distorted, merciful smile, about to challenge himself.