Sanzen no Souru Supina

The word bomber passed the back of my brain.

Drink a fine iron sphere in your body, brave your enemies to storm with nails and iron pieces all over your body, where you set the explosives on fire and blow yourself up.

This is exactly the way it is from the Sibiri Sumeri people on the caught up side, in a state of inhumane pre-tactical assault, who are being attacked by a powerful foreign enemy named Isma.

Byo, on the two flesh combined with, a band of bright white light floated like a tattoo.

"The Grid Gate!

It was Elma on the saddle who screamed.

Those two are going to ramble the pseudo-spindle circuit inside themselves: The Grid Gate, and take Isma on the road.

In a half-breed attack, the idea and judgment is that the body of Ibizus, which is now building Isma's flesh, will not be left with a single scratch.

So, if so, if you criticize yourself, which is the furnace, or.

If you can't do it alone, if you two can. And even if it's the three of us?

That would be the idea.

For the rebirth of the clan we tried to grab - we chose to use ourselves as bombs and consume ourselves as weapons.

Elma felt dizzy about the idea of Sibiri Shmeri, which she once formed the hub, and the education it generated, the pile of brainwashed training.

But the brilliance doesn't want to explode.

Converge the other way around.

Counter Spin, which seals the exercise of alien powers.

Isma has now put up a rampage against the rhythm of the two "spindles" that make her touch the flesh by transmitting waves that knock it out.

"Stop being stupid! You'll have a wife if you come home, won't you? One or two of the women you liked, you know? If you have time to do this, don't stroke your ass or rub your tits!

Listen to me if you have a girl too. If you die here, you're never gonna see a man you fell in love with again, are you? Calcasas isn't the only good-looking guy, is he? I'll be your boyfriend. Um, how many?

I don't know if the convincing content that popped up was Politically Correct.

However, the voice of Isma cried out, and the claim definitely reached those who were on the spot.

Or maybe it arrived because it wasn't right.

"Even I don't want to fight you. But now, Calcasas is holding Elehimera hostage. And the true knight's maiden, Rattegart. I just want those two back.

I don't even think about destroying Sibiri Sumeri. Well, I don't know what to do. It's not here. "

But, but--Isma said with both hands, one warrior on the left and one on the right, turning around and lifting.

"Are you sure? The crazy old doctors. You give yourself to them, you keep having a symbiotic relationship with them, you embed a" spindle "circuit of things like Kimira even to your own children, and you turn it into a suicide bomber, and that's why your family rebuilds?

Izma's words echoed and roared in the cave.

Even though it's not a loud voice, does the bottom of my belly feel frightened and trembling because of the "chira" that the word holds?

"We don't want to stop the war of aggression against humanity, we're all friends, that's what I'm trying to say.

I'm just saying, is this a good way to do it? Honor, fame, honor, pride, glory, backlight? Hmm, what's the last thing? No, well, I don't care, but isn't that something we don't grab ourselves? I just got it in conspiracy with guys like the crazy old Doctor, and even if I had to cut my hands off, I couldn't do it, could I? If I'd been so dependent. "

"Then what should I have done? If you do not take God away from you, Ibizus, we will..."

Captured by Isma's manipulative force field, a man spinning in the air said away. I see, the man who was directing this avant-garde.

But Izma argues immediately.

"Without God, this family is too mentally weak for Betsalion anymore, isn't it? Then you can't beat humanity. You can't ravage the world on earth.

Because I believe in mankind. God, there are plenty of people who aren't around anymore. St. Ikes and Alam are the only gods in the story anymore, aren't they? And yet, humans, they're alive, and they're not ashamed of anything else, and there's a god, right?

If you claim to be in the kingdom of heaven, you haven't.

I think you're delusional about being in your chest, your head, your mind, but you're probably free to believe.

In other words, Betsalion folks, you're losing to mankind without a god on the same terms.

Yet he said he would regain his glory, and he said, "The mad old Doctor." - He only sees the people as experimental material, he goes hand in hand with those people... shame on you!!

To Isma's sip, the warriors around him retreated.

Looking closely, it was the young people who would also lack young experience who were entrusted with the avant-garde.

"If you want to be a god, make it your own." Spindle "is" Hiro "in" Will ". I don't think you can do this right now, but while you believe and spin your lives together, some of your children will be born to express themselves?

If my parents show me what they're trying to accomplish with their backs, maybe one of them will? If there are many expressions in the royal lineage or in the family of the building beam, it is the law of blood - then it has fallen, why don't you stop marrying close relatives within the blood family and spread the blood?

I'm telling you, this guy = "Ibizus" doesn't mean he was “God” from the top, does he? I chose difficulties and trials in my own will, and I beat them, and I was so arrogant that I became God. "

I will defeat him and say what I have made of him.

"Definitely! If I had the guts to launch a suicide bomber, I'd probably figure it out."

It was a mundane logical development.

But only obnoxious persuasion, because at the end of the day, it was indeed Isma who gave down the Arakami: "Ibis".

Cohon, and one cough.

"And well, I said a lot of great things. In the meantime, I just want to move on to help the two girls I love. Why don't you let me through?

Oh, Cal's. - I just have to punch him and pen his butt.

The man who objected looked completely detoxified, not to mention a lot of Isma blah blah blah blah.

Even blowing it out small, I heard it.

Izma smiles.

Then, an arrow burst into the man's neck, and the man flashed and exploded, using the alien power that had been put into it as the starting key.

How can you not acknowledge the reality that happened to us?

Such a crush was passed on to Isma as a "spindle".

When the soot smoke cleared that could stand up any longer, everyone who wasn't in the shadow of the defensive screen that Isma had stretched out was disappearing.

I didn't walk away. They erased it. With the current explosion.

Suddenly, Isma looked around.

There were more than ten of them.

Until just now.

Yet, with the exception of Izma, there are just three men and women here right now who have no idea what's going on with Elma and the Leg Sheep... as well.

At that time, Gin, and Izma's armor hit the flesh, and Tai Ya bounced.

It had the same kind of "spindle" energy that stood on the neck of the man who just exploded.

But that alone doesn't break through Ibizus' defenses.

"Tenmeira..."

Bluffing, Isma was shaking.

Being served by young people who tend to lack experience with dangerous avant-gardes remains a matter of war.

I'm not even going to line things up for Isma.

He was a king once.

I don't want to claim my innocence or innocence about such a war psychology.

But I didn't ask my allies from behind, and it was also a disposable tool - to die face to face, and I didn't dream enough that I could understand.

Isma said looking at the man who shot him.

He gazed at Soytz, who was shivering and directing his men to attack.

There was a "Hiragana" in it that should be called Evil Eye.

"Don't think it'll make it easier for you to die. I'll tie my spirit to the body and use it until it runs out of bollocks. No crying or calling. The Empire of the Lost Spider: Let yourself be reminded of how daunting the Emperor of Ur was.

Prepare yourself for the imminent death tour where the corpse is told to forget his death, even though he's dead, even if he doesn't like it!

I wonder where it stood until then.

A blade of vicious appearance from the entire body of Isma - no, everything that looked like that twisted blade was teeth - appeared, tending to sound, intimidating.

"I'll engrave you with the evil laws. directly into its flesh."

Isma is not a saintly prince.

He is a man who stood in the poles who understood what power is, drank up the poison of politics, and once treated human life as a unit, as a pawn.

That's the man who chose to behave like an idiot.

If you decide to throw away all the glory of the past and pretend to be dead and nap for hundreds of years or so, you're a man who will indeed do so.

Therefore, if that abalone decides to practice his former cruelty, the act is decisive and harsh.

It's not as hard as blinking.

The commanders who were in the rear guard and their direct cover-ups (hey hey hey hey hey) end Isma's words. No, they were captured by the bright black thread that blew up from their feet.

No, it's not yarn.

That is the hair of the women who were once Isma's wives.

It was worked out by resentment. It would get tangled up and you would experience it coming in through your pores.

I'm not dying easy, no, I don't know if I'm dying.

Now, tremble in that fear.

And Elma is fascinated by the way that Isma looks.

Into fear and intense sensuality.

If Elma was treated like a young man who was forced to be bombed, I'm sure this one will retaliate in the same or more ways than the nasal cry that spreads before this eye.

You think so strongly.

If you think so, your core hurts so hot that you can't help it.

I see it is also the king's work, his qualities, his virtues (virtues) to make the audience expensive and roll blood.

Only the owner of a vessel capable of accumulating feelings, thoughts, in such quantities as are unlikely in an ordinary person can be a true king.

However, due to the skill of its ruling technique (Arte), Isma can also be said to have descended from the king.

Because he was too brilliant and too much of an ideal king.

Elma still doesn't understand that.