Maouyome

The blade tip of a spear shining deep red arcs demonically.

It is a divine spear, among the old gods, supposedly owned by a high god of force.

God-Destroyed Spear (Futsnomitama)

In the battle of the Mythical Age, its divine spear, which became the hand of Konohanasakya, once dispelled numerous gods and greatly demonstrated their fierceness.

The sharpened beauty that deeply attracts the beholder and the pressing colour that invites the warrior lays more thickness on the intimidation of the shallow standing goddess of beauty.

Each and every one of the red petals that rise around them wraps a blurry sumptuous sumptuous and strengthens the bright light.

A golden eye with a luscious smile is demonic and distorted behind a vortex of mad dancing petals.

The red shock, - runs through.

Push away the fluffy floating petals. In an impending flash, Leanscheid stamps the broken knife and takes the shock by the blade.

The blade tip of Zhu Spear, aimed at the heart, was diverted, and the impending scent in front of him instantly smiled with a crease.

"... you have good eyes"

I was never able to see it.

The movement stained my body sheltered my heart aggressively.

That's all.

That's all that stopped Leanscheid's life and death with one thin piece of skin.

The remaining paralysis in the hand conveys the sharpness of the poke.

It is understandable that if it was the knife left behind by Lephia, it would not have had to be smashed by all the blades that prevented it.

Fluffy cherry blossom hair flickered over the edge of his sight.

"Aguuuuuuu!?

Not long after, the impact of the assault blew Leanscheid's body easily.

Two bodies are bounced heavily off the spot as they involve Mariel, who was sheltering behind them.

"But not if you're distracted. It's a reminder."

I kicked Leanscheid's kick in the leg and whirled him on the spot, chasing the two of them with gaze that expressed their inadequacy.

The ice cubes scattering and discharging sparks struck its standing as if it didn't make it feel weighty.

The red trajectory draws a true circle.

The trajectory of the spear, which unwrought crushed the ice mass, struck Kusuha wrapped in a golden wool at its feet.

The ground crumbles and the fierce blade shines brilliantly behind the rising gravel.

The blade tip thrust into the brain heaven with painful momentum decided the ground, and the overlapping impact cracked the ground even bigger.

There's just, like, a submerged ground there.

Shadows loom over Kusukha, who avoided the spear blade tip on the edge.

"Huh!?

An unforgiving strike struck down where he was raised under his chin with his knees and his vision swayed vertically and heavily.

The skeleton of the whole body twitches and a dull sound sounds.

Still, Kuszha flies his consciousness without a moment, turning away biting his sharp fangs and attempting to fight back.

A flame of thunder swirled, enveloping Konohaya Sakya's body.

A vortex of flames rising with intense momentum swallows the goddess softly into its interior, swelling up.

A spear was thrust from a flaming vortex that swelled about three times its length, and scratched out with a swing of flaming vortex as well.

Konohana Sakuya restarts Zhu Spear in a motion that also appears to be a loose modus operandi, dropping his gaze around him as if he was worthy of it.

A black shadow ran through the earth and surrounded the foot of Konohanasakya.

Countless spears of shadows arise from the ground, just one point, striking simultaneously towards Konohanasakya.

Spears were placed on the spot as if it were a black needleball, and Konohana Sakya, out of the chunk, remained on her knees on the ground as if nothing had happened while twisting her body fluttered.

That figure can disappear from anyone's sight for a moment.

The tip of a spear stepped off the spot with a strong kick leg pierced the body of an old muscle elf.

"...... heh, noodles"

"There's no point in bragging about it if you don't make it."

Deep pierced blade tips were pulled out, and Le Goche's knee, along with the bleeding blood, collapsed to the ground.

Kusukha rushes through and Sel Azam is imminent.

Try to avoid a series of angry attacks from one person and another, so that Konohanasakya can dance in a relaxed manner.

The brave man stood in front of Zhu Spear, who struck Kusukha again and left Sel Azam.

A mild exhale leaks out of Conohana Sakya's mouth, throwing a gaze down at him.

"... you're in the wrong place alone. What are you trying to do?

"Well, don't say that.... watch!

Behind the brave run out, Mariel was finishing building one magic that was there.

Far from prayer.

Protect the brave and hope for further guidance in power.

One thought. One flesh.

Intrepid spirit, fearless courage.

Show light filled protection and strength blessings.

Inherent magic of the Virgin, alongside the Sanctuary Boundary (Seal Sanctuary).

Jihad

The most powerful supportive magic of the Virgin, who gives the brave with an indomitable spirit more power in proportion to the strength of her heart, envelops the bodies of those on the spot in a pale light.

The courageous.

Unyielding.

To those who are ashamed of their name, the protection of the Virgin falls.

A powerful sword was slapped against Zhu Spear.

"A brave man is only there to protect the Virgin.... the brave man with the Virgin Mariel on his back is different."

The pressing sword pressure antagonizes the power of Konohanasakya.

"... you don't know fear. I wonder if I could use an idiot."

"Shut up!

A further force is flushed.

Drawing a spear to divert the great sword of the brave from the outside, Konohanasakya switched his body for the brave as it flowed.

Unable to react, on the back of the disfigured brave man, the blade tip of Zhu Spear, who switched the grip and reassembled it in the smallest motion, looms.

A sharp cut pierces the heart of a brave man.

"Ugh!?

A blade tip protruded with certainty of a life-piercing feel penetrated through a space where no one was present and pierced the ground.

"The fool seems to use it, too."

Beyond the brave man, who avoided the spear in an impossible move from an unlikely position, Beradne was giggling damned with a Doya face.

"... No, hey, Mr. Beradne. That's a little tight right now.... my stomach flicks"

A slight weak sound spills from the brave man who rises with his eyes turned.

"... Magic thread. You're pulling a brave man with a puppet."

Konohana Sakya narrowed her eyes softly, confirming the magic thread that led from the brave man's body to Bel Adne's fingertips.

"I just found out."

"... you wouldn't have even been willing to hide it, from the beginning"

With no breasts stretched and for some reason proud of Bel Adone, the brave man gently drops his shoulders and breathes without force.

"Brave Eusis! Please!

"Oops!

A brave man rushes out to cheer for the Virgin.

Recovery Support A sword attack of the fearless brave, aided by magic specialists and puppet genius children, hits hard with Konohana Sakya's Zhu Spear.

The Rigid Sword is swung down, and the yarn of Bel-Adne compensates for the missing speed.

The depth of prayer of Virgin Mariel and the undrawn courage of the brave Eusis multiply the effects of 'Jihad' in synergy.

Inside the puppet, Hisaka's proud genius puppeteer continues to aid the movement at an exquisite time as he delicately reads the flow of power he feels from his fingertips.

The combined power approaches the goddess.

Gradually pushed into the sword strike to be rolled out, feeling teething at the feeling of dullness remaining.

"Wow!? Whoa, whoa!

A swinging sword strike plays the spear pattern.

Scattered with Ursu red petals, Konohana Sakya leapt back heavily as the bounced momentum remained.

"... To be honest, I'm surprised. I didn't know that was it."

"No, a lot more limits.... tight, this"

"Pfft, don't worry. It'll be easier soon."

Red spears loom again at the brave man who makes his complexion worse in the streak of motion beyond the limits.

To the white shadow that jumped in from beside him, Konohanasakya stopped his impending foot and returned a reaction.

Lean Shade's oligarchy blow pokes Konohana Sakya's gap.

Further there, Selazam was slashed with a blade of shadow in his hands.

The figure of Konohanasakya escapes the scene, leaving behind the remnants of the petal.

Conohanasakuya, who was surprised that the two moves were even sharper than earlier, gave a glimpse of Chirali and Mariel and returned his satisfaction with the reason.

I understand that the Virgin's 'Jihad' does not only affect the brave, but all those present here. Yes, I understand.

"... more than expected, you ladies"

More power is added to the standing Zhu Spear, and the momentum of the petals rising up in the vortex can be bounced.

The golden eyes lived a fierce struggle.

"But that's not enough..."

An impact that leaves no colour behind rushes through.

Konohana Sakya's genuine blow pierced the space and smashed the shadow blade of Seruazam to pieces.

"More, more..."

The trajectory of a red spear painting a true circle in the void is slammed into a delayed lean shade of reaction.

"Show me more, more brilliance"

A blow struck down by a brave man in a flowing motion creates a shock to the point of horror in a bouncing petal.

An unforgiving stone-piercing blow penetrated the brave man who broke his temper.

"Oops!?

Healing magic from the Virgin is inflicted on the brave man with a severe blow to the abdomen.

Ser Azam on Conohana Sakya who got serious, Lean Shade is slashed again and the brave man waves his sword.

Ask about the gap and Mariel heals Le Goche's wounds, uses the turnaround that Kusuha can hold, and overlays the attack.

Petals scatter thunder and a series of blades run sparks.

A blade of shadows approaches Konohana Sakya, where the sword strike of the brave moves as if it were dancing and leaping, and hunts him down.

Mariel heals the wounds that are swept away and pierced by the red spear, and Bel Adone supports the movement.

As the fierce offensive continued, Leanscheid felt a definite response there.

Procedures approaching the strength of the goddess and continuing to fight.

I was beginning to feel certain in a situation where I was able to fight without pulling back, even before the overwhelming strength.

But this... is not enough.

That was oddly, even as the Goddess said.

This is not enough.

It won't arrive like this.

We are now able to fight against a goddess with so much power. Somehow, the blade is approaching where it can be exchanged.

But you can't do that.

Just because you can fight doesn't mean you can't.

That's not enough.

Then it never arrives.

That alone is refia, save (...) eh (...) eh (...).

One hand that's missing.

It won't arrive, a little more power.

As it is, it remains unresolved, only time passes for pranks. As long as we keep fighting, the situation leans more favorably on the goddess.

The agitation deeply clings to Lean Shade's chest.

Seek threads where you can't find a hurry heart, scratch your feet.

Clear, cool sounds echoed in Leanscheid's ears, where despair peered into his face at baffling thoughts.

The sound of a bell rang from the broken knife at hand.

"… is, Dear"

The sound of the bell conveys its intentions to Lean Shade.

It's the thought of my late mother, dying and spinning.

Leanscheid clearly received the will from the knife conveyed by the sound of the bell.

A protruding sword strike is sent, jumping away from the trajectory of the Zhu spear that is swept away, taking a great distance and leanshade lowering to the rear.

"... leanshade?

Bel Adone, questioning the condition, turns to Lean Shade, which wraps up a pressing atmosphere somewhere.

"Give me a moment, … please"

If it's not enough as it is.

If it doesn't arrive like this.

If you just have to take that step.

The sound of a bell tells you, the will of a knife.

The thoughts of my late mother guide me, the way.

Carve into yourself the accommodation you have been carrying since birth and the readiness to face it.

"Lean shade, oops, what..."

Drop your gaze on the knife in your hand.

In the nucleus of the broken knife is the fragment of the skull of the late mother.

The skull of one of the bearers of the family's business, the princess of the night fork, with the issue of being born two generations in a row.

To connect the missing steps.

Lift that broken blade source of the knife that conveys the will of my mother, and stand your own teeth on the blade.

Of a mother who thinks of her child.

The thoughts of a child who admires his mother exchange.

Leanscheid stood his teeth on a broken knife in the middle, and in his own mouth, he chewed the blade.