Sanzen no Souru Supina

Cut the wind apart and Rattegart flies.

It protects the flesh so that the vale, which emits phosphorescent light, is wrapped around it.

Genius: The Aerial Screen.

It greatly reduces atmospheric resistance and acts as a defensive wall with regard to barometric pressure and temperature changes, particularly the eye.

Maintaining breathing and protecting against accidental flying objects, this alienation is a must for true knight maidens who specialize in aerial manoeuvres.

There are different constraints to manoeuvre at high altitudes and speeds.

But now, Rattegart has let this protective film unfold in order to protect the flesh from the rising airflow of blowing heat.

Although the fire is only dominated by Ivabami Ge (Kazura), inside a huge rocky mountain called Siddhara and also a material for suspended bridges of combustible materials, extreme attention should nevertheless be paid to temporary acid deficiencies and the rising airflow produced by the flames, the water vapors of high heat.

If you accidentally inhale, your lungs get burned.

With flames, black smoke and unexpected winds, Rattegart becomes a flying motorized turret.

Though a product of self-closing solitude, Elma, who ignites their paradise, can't be the target of the "Haytred Crowlers".

Demonic fan: The firing ability and flame emission of "Karan Karakubi" is powerful, but because it is one way or another a specification for base attack, the splitting opponent of "Haytred Crowla" who moves quickly is not feeling well.

Apologizing for the aim at close range can cost you your own scaffolding, and the witches who were set on fire won't burn out easily.

You blow up a tar-like liquid that burns in agony, spreading around.

If it is incorrectly assembled, it will not be burned.

Shoot the witches who approach Elma one after the other, like ants on sugar confectionery, or moths lured by fire, knowing that it would only be a slight stoop, while Rattegart's eyes follow Isma.

Likewise, Isma was also followed by numerous witches.

Unlike Elma, it's hard to cover Isma traveling at high speeds.

However, Rattegart's eyes had noticed strangely because of his position overlooking the battlefield from a remote location.

In order to find Io, the core block of the curse mass, while daring to expose ourselves to the eyes of our enemies greatly (and even though its appearance with a number of red luminescents in golden armor is noticeable even if we don't like it), we noticed that an attack that inhibits the behaviour of Isma, who flies through the universe and drives a precarious scaffold, emanates from something other than witches.

It can be a crossbow released from the air or by a throwing knife specific to a spider called a falfalfalfale.

Farfale depicts an unpredictable orbit with a substitute for threading on a small axe-like blade tip reminiscent of a curved blade or butterfly.

Isma is skilful, but because of it, her legs are still falling.

If you stare, apart from the witches. Rattegart spotted several strange figures lurking in the darkness trying to blend in.

I learned from the silhouette that it was a clan of earthspiders.

Those were the assassins of Sibili Shmeri - who instantly thought so, and Rattegart was struck by the feeling of foaming on the back of his skin.

Both Elma and Isma made the decision to destroy Io and this valley with the thought of a severance.

But those assassins, multiplied by that mess, are trying to strike out Isma.

It also shoots an arrow from a distant moment, stopping it, and trying to get Awabari (Haytred Crowla) to do its part.

It's passive, but under the circumstances, it's a terribly effective thing to do.

Except extremely shady.

Or are you going to exhaust both and aim for a co-fall?

That overly efficient, mean-spirited way touched Rattegart's scales.

"Ugh, unforgivable"

Saying off and consolidating his acquaintance, Rattegart tried to jump out to impose sanctions on those cowards.

Looking back at Elma only once, the dance is finally welcoming the good.

In the long-range shootout, you decided that you were going to meet with Elma's firepower and the minutes were too bad.

There must have been a calculation that there was no way to set fire to a scaffold close to Isma.

The assassins have not reached out.

Elma tells me that even if it is more or less a melee, the battle ability of a serious leg sheep is considerable.

I don't know if it's true or not, but you think you can take hundreds of earthspider warriors for anything?

They say it's a legendary god beast in the earthspider world with the ability to coax dragons just because of its different quality.

I also heard he was showing motivation because he was just terrible, and when he meant it, it was amazing.

Because Elma said so, I guess so.

He's not just mumbling or rebelling.

"Sounds fine."

Rattegart set his mind and struck a swarm of assassins that blocked Isma's path.

"Uh, you know, if you're really splitting up on provocation, even if the power's in the wrong digits because of resentment, it means you've lost your sense."

Hands on the wall, looking down at the flaming valley, a witch drooling the curse: there was something to speak to Io.

How did you sniff it apart?

to the Io body, which is a core block.

It is actually based on the symbols (signs) engraved by the “mad old doctors” when it is dedicated as a donation, but Io doesn't know.

She lifts her head and looks back as the witch, who was throwing a curse all at herself, tingles.

A man dressed in a dirt spider battle costume stood on the wall as well.

Dajragaran - Dajra. Assassination Church: Among the Sibiri Shmeri, there was a man who led a group known as the Actual Moving Force: Mukade Squad, which specializes in combat capability.

He holds something on his left hand, something like a fabric that sucks in light.

Witch: Io noticed that the fabric was connected to his own shadow.

No, that's not fabric or anything.

The shadow of the flame throwing itself on the wall, itself.

Dajra was using any moves to capture Io's shadow.

I still don't realize that's Dajra's fearsome ability to dive into his opponent via shadows.

Still, it must have been a stunning way for Io, who was supposed to be filled with grievances about his skull, to have opened his eyes immediately.

Dajra says.

"Io, Omae should have been attracted to that rational place. There's no such thing as family, upbringing, or appearance, and you're so much of a woman that you've ever aspired to be a princess?

But there was no talent for alienation.

Even at the prescribed age, the "spindle" was not expressed and Omae was removed.

Despite that, Omae eventually became a squire and tried to be its chief and the basis for his succession.

You're making me cry.

I decided not to marry my husband and serve the house of Ibizus for the rest of my life. "

But because of that izma, everything went huy. Is it your familiarity with your former acquaintance that dwells in the tone of Dajra? Or a mockery of a woman who ruined herself by believing in the illusion of love and such.

"I had just believed in such a man, and he took away the princess witch who had put salt on her hands, and also his pure heart. On the contrary, this is the kind of bucket I can't see anymore. I can't be a princess, I can't be a god, I'm pitiful."

Io cast a curse on Dajra, who touched the wounds of his heart with a translational face.

Literal curse bullets.

Dajra catches the crush with her right hand.

Then white smoke rose, and his right hand, which he had grabbed, began to encroach upon both his armor and his curse.

It was nothing more than a curse of deformity that penetrated from the contact surface, offending meat and eroding bones.

In an instant, Dajra's right arm is eroded by a blacker curse.

It is the worst curse never to be subjected to.

"Oui, that's a terrible story. All of a sudden there's no question about this. That's a dangerous reaction."

But there's no rush color on Dajra's face.

Even though every second the curse progresses.

With that invasion, his right arm made a tremendous noise, tearing and twisting, covered in crusts, soft tentacles, deformation and distress covered in bristles, Dajra was tattered.

"What's the matter... why, you look at me? As a mass of curse already, the Omae who should have offered himself as its nucleus."

Instead of being frightened by the threat of attacking us, Dajra uttered words that provoked the opponent who showered that curse.

But before I can stop saying the words, I will be speared by the curse that was unleashed.

Because instead of being fierce, Io unleashed countless curses.

Under the bullet of a pitch-black curse all over his body, why did Dajra's flesh turn away and fall as-is - not into it.

I heard a squeaky, deafening blur.

Io looked as he flipped the vale into the hot breeze that was blowing up every bit.

A man who is supposed to fall and lie down, cursed to the point of heaven, rises up to rewind his time.

"I see. So this is the taste of the curse. - This is not good. It tastes like rotten meat boiled in the water of the Dove."

But... I can't wait to see that.

From the half-baked face, from the back of the deformed flesh there were no eyes, no nose, sharp fangs and just a few bright red mouths peeking through.

"I'm not so surprised to hear that there are people in the world who eat rotten meat and don't even get their bellies down when they die."

In front of Io, half of Dajra's remaining face spread an evil grin.

"Though I volunteered myself, this guy feels like the worst. - What makes you feel like you want something so unsavory? - He's coming."

Don't be so frightened, Io. I'm going to fulfill Omae's Negative. I said I'd help you with that.

Dajra's grin spreads endlessly.

Was it some illusion that Io's body, which should have already incarnated into an incarnation of resentment, seemed to tremble?

Buh, the attack of Rattegart, who made a noise and shot the assassin, flies away into the air.

Rattegart assaulted an enemy who had set a goal for Isma as he rose rapidly.

Almost directly below, Sparklelight Wings plundered the enemy and snatched it to shredding its upper body.

At the same time, the flesh, which has remained in the air until now, is sucked into the valley with its mouth open as if it had lost its scaffold.

As the other assassins around him panicked and discrete, Rattegart found that the reason they could stay in the air was not the alien powers of the advanced flying system, but the physical control system ability of the light-bodied system to cross the thin threads physically stretched over the scaffold.

The assassins who allowed the first ambush shoot back arrows and throwing knives at each of them.

Of course, none of that can keep up with the fast flying Rattegart.

Rattegart rises vertically as it is, daring a turn, a power dive (note/power drop = here shows a drop while accelerating with an alien rather than a free fall) when escaping the effective range relative to the vertical direction of the flying tool.

For this purpose, the first-shot "Sparkle Light Wings", deliberately released to plunder, unfolds forward like a punch angle (ram) and at the same time transmits the "Spindle" to the Holy Spear: "Svennir".

The luminosity of the Star Ghost Sea (Astral Sea) will eventually shine like a meteor on the tip of the spear, lodged all over Rattegart's body. Or is it the appearance of a comet that breaks heaven?

"Shooting Star Implementations!

Rattegart's anger burst into an incandescent arrow, involving a split between an assassin and a witch who had missed his escape, and even extinguished the flaming suspension bridge and its flames to return to ashes in an instant.

Perhaps the enemy commander fired an attack on a faraway winding, making things worse and causing haste by interfering with Isma's disease.

The usual way, but its passive and insidious way was to touch Rattegart's inquiry.

The anger is so pronounced (kench) just seeing Elma risking her life for her own family and Isma's attitude in trying to confront her from the front with her own past.

Even if the battle is similarly a business, it is only natural that there will be a great difference in its outlook on death between a true knight pursuing honorable death and the Assassination Church of the earthspider: Civili Shmeri, whose mission is to prosper the clan.

For the Sibiri Sumeri assassins, the definitive annihilation of Isma is the most important task, and there can be no choice of means or anything else.

But that's not why I'm convinced of Ratte.

Rattegart takes the wings of the turbulent light through Canterella's Suspended Bridge Valley, which still echoes the aftermath of Shooting Star Implementations, and reappears at the speed of a hurricane.

It's getting too hot.

Light burst as if the wrath of heaven struck the earth, and the interior of the great cavity, which should be unlikely, such as a lightning strike, shook into thunder.

Rattegart's Unleashed Genius: The Shooting Star Implement has burst into an unreachable assassin opponent targeting Isma.

It is its appearance and power that strikes the enemy with its light backs together that is too sufficient a basis for the true knights to identify themselves as those who serve the wrath of the world.

If this was not a hole where only a limited range of flights could be taken, but an environment in which free flight at high speeds was possible, even Elma seemed to be able to do so, whether its combat capabilities were comparable to those of the Dragon Clan on a single horseback.

However, the destructive power of Ratte's super moves in front of him was too powerful to be used in a limited space, and it also convinced Rattegart why he had so far narrowed his methods of attack to Sparklelight Wings, which allowed him to operate relatively flexibly.

The unquestioned super-destructive power demands careful operation from the user.

Elma was heavily aware of Rattegart's distrust of the earthspider he held inside and his attempts to serve and be calm by swallowing anger at the "mad old doctor”.

Once, I went mad with resentment and jealousy, so painfully I know how much pain it is to hold it down in my heart.

But the tag, in this moment, bounced off.

Perhaps what has endured so long has finally bounced off the unquestioned despicable man in the present.

The values of true knight maidens, not just Rattegart, cannot be unrelated to words such as righteousness and righteousness.

Sometimes that is more important than blood and kinship ties.

Elmas who attach importance to ploys and leaps. The more hilariously stupid it is from earthspiders, it is only a gaze into a truly one-sided world, but it was also true that its cleanliness habits sometimes appear all over the place.

It appears as it were at its root in the spirituality of the earthspiders, who have kept trying to conquer the earthly world, while avoiding the rays of the sun.

It was probably almost simultaneous with Elma and Rattegart that he noticed the shadow of an assassin mixed with witches attacking Isma and attacking faraway windings.

With Cal, the wing beam of his family, holding hostages, it's unlikely he'll be on the front lines first.

However, Sibiri Shumeri has not refused in an organization that has been so thorough as to strike a long hand than his opponent has been found to be Isma.

In other words, it is probably the cousin who leads this unit - the Dajragaran.

Then it will be the most elite Mukade squad that is being led.

For Elma, she once had a terrible experience of being treated.

Even now the curse of subjugation engraved on the flesh is alive.

You can't be touched.

Of course, I'm thinking about what if, and I've already taken measures.

Confirming the trends of the Mukade squad, Elma analyzes.

It could also be assumed that this is the situation in which the witches continue to spew a curse, stirred with flames, to observe from the movements of the squad Mukade, the elite of Sibiri Shmeri, who does not reach out to Elma, the tenacity who is inflaming this valley, but only persists in targeting Isma.

No, I guess that's what you should think.

We must assume that there is a back to earthspider behavior. It's also double triple.

In Elma's eyes, it seemed that the Mukade attack was not only delaying Isma from reaching Io, the core block of this scourge, namely the "Haytred Crowla".

Yes, it's like stirring up Rattegart and trying to draw that anger out.

As if that's what you're after.

Bitch, and Elma starts with a fire while in the air a whole bunch of witches jumping from the suspension bridge at her feet.

It was a dangerous decision, but I can't stomach it on my back.

Being slapped into the flames of subsonic speed, the witch was splashed a dozen meters as far away as possible.

But the remnants of the curse finally burn to the suspension bridge where Elma is lined up.

Burning flames propagated instantly, and Elma saw Rattegart's path to the battling airspace closed.

It's time to dance.

I would have to give you a special large fried red lotus.

Until then, Elma can't finish the dance either.

Kagura dancing is a divine matter dedicated to God and the spirits of resentment. Interruption is not allowed.

Transferring minds also.

So the only thing Elma can forgive is believing.