Sanzen no Souru Supina

Assassination Church: Civili Shmeri's Building Beam: The Princess Witch Prisoned by Karcasas: Elehimera and the Maiden of the True Knight: In order to rescue Rattegart, the Ismas, who have searched for a way out, rush all the way to the Kalam Palace, home of the Church.

However, along with many traps on the journey, soldiers embedded in the "Greed Gate" by treatment lay low.

"Out of my way! I am Hermameim Shmeri Bessarion, the princess of Ibis, who was once my God, and now my Lord: Ismagalum. Then the people of Bethalion shall be compatriots unto me. I don't want to hurt you. Drop your weapon and bow down to me!

Elma calls out in a good voice.

Elma, a former princess witch, is naturally also vocal and knows how to get words to the human heart.

However, Isma knows that what supports its pins and stretched spine is the belt that tends to tighten up the exhausted flesh, almost exclusively with qi.

Isma accurately spotted countless traps and loopholes protected by the junction.

The desolate god stuck on Rattegart's leg: the fact that the anklet of "Ibizus" had left its trajectory for me, also tracking the odd footprints and mucus left on the ground covered with lichens, and determining the route to proceed by its unanimity.

The traces left are interrupted and presumably the enemy is using short-range type transfer or material transmission.

A craftsmanship impossible without knowing all about where the positional coordinates, traps and junctions inside the way out are located.

That knowledgeless Isma and Elma are nothing short of treading a curved way out into the tunnel.

The way out was full of traps.

Landmines that jump off the ground as soon as they step in.

A poisonous symbol that activates when left to think of as a junction and examined.

A curse-relief system that is planted on a cliff and wipes out all the mobility augmentation system abnormalities in use.

Scratch the terrible lethal trap arranged with physical action and mix so that you can't defend it with just the alien powers, breaking the line of directional selectivity, and Isma and Elma invade more than twice as fast as ever.

The Sibiri Sumeri assassins began to stand in their way, at least twelve hours after the invasion began.

After I finished unjoining the trap, they targeted me for a short break.

If it's a normal level of fatigue, leg length sheep's body hair has a great healing effect, and they recover fine just by twisting to it and sleeping.

However, the depletion of "Spindle Energy", which exercises powerful powers one after the other, resembles a full-open battle on the battlefield.

It goes without saying how harsh and physically painful it is and how long it takes to recover from it.

You should try running at full speed about 400 Merte.

Perhaps, unless you've been working out as well as you usually do, you'll have a terrible experience before you go half way.

My hands and feet are as heavy as lead, my thighs hurt and cough up so that I can experience the narrowing of my field of view (shiyaku) coming from oxygen deficiency.

And would suffer intense muscle pain for more than a week.

Continuously keep the load close to the limit strong in "After the will".

That's the Spindle.

Adequate rest and the replenishment of food and drinking water, the building material of the flesh, are naturally necessary for its recovery, healing that treats the exhausted spirit… If we gave an effective example, we needed to talk to our loved ones, and to admire art and entertainment.

Failure to care can lead you to lose your mind from overwork or even to death with the worst heart mahi.

So far, Elma has continued to deceive and deceive the screams of the flesh out of its misery with the divinity of Ibizus, that is, the curse of love released from Isma's flesh.

After I lost my mind and slept for about an hour.

The moment I opened my eyes to sharp killings.

Black-painted Tai Ya, its plenty of bleeding poison, had stopped in front of him.

Isma's expanded network of aliens: The Bind Net captured the assassin's attack at high speed.

In no time, the arrow returns to dust (dust) with the transfer of "spindle" energy flowed.

Faster than Elma's consciousness recognized it, a cold sweat was gushing out of her whole body.

Although the haemorrhagic poison, which travels on the blood stream and destroys vascular tissue first and foremost, is less lethal than the neurotoxin that alienates neurotransmission and causes dyspnoea, it is easy to leave severe sequelae because it steadily destroys vascular tissue from near the wound.

Hands and feet would have to be severed from the necrotic area.

It also brings severe suffering in the process.

That's how the Spider fights to weaken and secure his enemies.

Shortly after, I think, a simultaneous shooting of a stone bow began from the back of the aisle, reminiscent of a bright black storm.

"Elma - you can sleep. You won't get a finger blocked, and you won't be able to scratch your hair."

Isma swept away the heavy rain of too many poisonous arrows as she stretched the defensive walls of Bind Net around Erma.

A bright blue fire line runs into the space, and the arrows burn to the point where they reach the Ismas.

"If you want to die so badly, I'll flatten you"

Fifty people would be crap from the number of arrows fired at. Isma declared that to the enemy forces.

Of course, if you're going to destroy them all, you're going to do it.

No fool would bother to inform his enemies of his intentions on a battlefield where he risked his life.

In other words, Isma's behavior was intimidating and a warning.

The payback was another simultaneous shooting.

"I don't know how precious life is. He can't help it if he dies."

There was a rare and obvious insurance in Isma's tone.

There is a fierce light in my eyes.

I'm really mad at you.

"Isma."

Elma threw her voice on Isma's back as she spread her hands and began to converge the blue flame.

It was a plea while tightening the belt that had been loosening and getting better.

"Please, please, give the people a hand. Have mercy. They're all under orders."

And even though he was about to be slain himself, Elma said unto the people of Bethallion,

"Responsibilities - all belong to the leaders and rulers. To be taken by those who reigned over the heads of the people, including me. At least forgive me for persuading you"

To Elma, who rubs his head against the ground and falls at Isma's feet, Isma did not even try to look back.

The horror was extraordinary when anger really caught on fire, just because it was always hippo and izma who was just bragging about all the weird things.

From that back only impatient pressure blows.

"Please. I know it's a convenient, upfront favor that I know I can't do. But please, please, please.

Build a beam on the head: If you don't have Calcasas, most soldiers probably don't have them fighting with strategic intent.

From the panic of losing Dajra, the head of the mobile unit, the commanders of each unit only have weapons from a tactical point of view and because of their thirst for the ideals set forth by Calcasas. "

Please forgive me for persuading you.

Plead in tears.

"Anger, scolding, will be received later by this Elma in service with Ele. We will respond to any demands and demands until your life is endlessly lost in perpetuity. So, so..."

To Elma's plea, the flames that were about to be released right now were extinguished from the sight of Isma, who was listening silently.

Ha, and what Elma, who raised her face, saw was the same back and the words that came down contained anger, but she had been incapable of killing.

"Well... let's reschedule and stroke him. It's too much trouble to find out the coordinates of the escape route after you kill it."

Speaking up, Isma slowly began to move forward.

You realize the arrows are useless, and a few of you who have pulled a knife cut in.

Izma's fists, his elbows, his legs, his knees, and his back, roar up, knocking down the spider warriors unarmed.

Terrible physical skill.

A kick that makes it look like a whip and a flowing leg carriage that is unparalleled.

From circular ring movements to breakthroughs, that goes instantly to throwing moves.

A raised wrist hits his opponent hard, and a leg planted on the back of an elbow shot causes the opponent to fall on his back.

If you can be hit by a hard rock formation, the destructive power of the throwing move easily outweighs any other striking move.

An audition in a sandy or tidy dojo has a different dimension.

If you think that total weight and positional energy convert and act as a blow, this is natural.

Though the trained warriors, general bruising, fractures and fainting are inevitable.

Elma still finds Isma's bottomless kindness there.

You listened-- I'm sure this is the right way to be our king.

That's not why it's not if you're crying.

Tightening his belt tightly and bringing his fluttering body to the leg sheep, Moomoo tilted his body for easy riding.

"Thanks"

Elma thanked Isma for fighting more than ten enemies.

Then he bracketed himself on the saddle and recommended Kyoshu and surrender.

The call had more than a certain effect.

There wasn't even anyone who would suddenly let go of their weapons, but eventually one attacker attack, two, and fewer, eventually stopped altogether.

Cancer, and who was the first to take his hand off the weapon?

Perhaps one would assume an attack such as poison, because he is hiding his mouth with his cheeks. It is only because of his expression, but one showed no hostility to Isma while showing his hands.

Isma let the others, too, circle her sight as she nodded.

It was that moment.

One person who should have shown Kyoujun has been attached to Isma.

Isma can't shake off her opponent for a moment.

Little time passed between them, and the two more assembled.

Although I broke one forehead with my elbow and shook it off, the two remaining will not try to leave Isma.

I had a bad feeling.