Sanzen no Souru Supina

The three men who crossed (also) to the two horsemen raised their voices (when) and rushed down a straight line from the high ground.

It was a cliff to butt in, but nothing like horses or humans hesitating.

The moment Gran recognized them and reassembled their weapons, they broke up with the three parties.

The way Hayabusa hunted, where Zion kicked his horse and rubbed his cone, accelerated just like that, entering the enemy formation.

Plus Ashley goes on. What a cliff wall Isma ran on.

The sheep did the divorce flat, at lower speeds compared to the flat ground.

It was like a great horn goat (Elderhorn Gout) called Sumu, who lived on the spiritual peak of Ishgal.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

And a blade reminiscent of the spine of an evil creature: "Needs Hog" flies in.

In line with the huge Nahato, it was also sucking in the Nerd and increasing the mass.

Huge swarms of blades follow Ashle and Zion with transparency as they become like snakes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Loser and Ashley scream.

And he unleashed his first blow at the Grand Glance.

I tore the bottom of the night when a glimmer of light strips deepened.

Bishy, a flash of light splashed into the space where nothing was supposed to happen and the path of the light strip deviated slightly. He shot down Needs Hog, who flew in with transparency.

The blow didn't take long to destroy the Needs Hog, but it caused deep scratches to the surface of the blade. Push back the attack.

However, if the light strip had been misaligned, it would have been the original target of the attack.

The light strip blurred its wings, and the demon was there with a resentful voice.

"Off ⁉"

"No, that's fine. Look, I held my head."

Isma yells back in loud voice.

Soot smoke rose under Gran's feet.

It was just proof that I was about to fly.

Ashley's blow left her out of balance and she fell to her knees.

"Well, fate, let's say it!

I didn't even need to be told.

Ashle continued her moves.

- Cross Bain Fire Drakes.

Big moves that crushed large siege weapons in Igo's village defense were put into play at all costs from the beginning.

And before Ashle landed while expanding her moves, Zion was already in formation.

Scion also responds in the Crimson Hugh Supernova to the thousands of the deceased, who are the crowd gathered to praise the main Gran, no longer for battle.

"Makes me peaceful"

The effect range is similar to that of Plasmatic Argent, a move for extermination of a wide area, but the opposite is true.

If the other is a turbulent stream that crushes while dragging the opponent in, this one was a move that creates a shockwave wall that knocks down the enemy with explosive momentum.

As its name suggests, a deep red shockwave exploded under Ashle's feet.

A swarm of the deceased disappears in concentric circles as they burn out instantly.

The attack crawling through the super low altitude was of a range type, but it also took into account the alma of the jailed platform.

Vitrion rides that wind, lands to slip, and starts accelerating without delay (chi).

It's like the Red Lotus signpost is telling us where Ashle is going.

Ashle accelerated without hesitation, wrapped in a golden glow. Tracked through Scion in exit motion.

The scent of roses ran through the battlefield. The preceding shock wave finally captured the gran and protruded onto its surface.

The demon king was in agony.

But Ashley had no intention of loosening her attacker.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

My voice echoed from the bottom of my belly.

Eating Ashley's moves, which were followed by Zion's "Rose Absolute" followed by a military horse's thrust, could not have kept even the Wanted Demon King safe.

At the moment of the clash, there was a shock like knocking on an iron wall.

Unless the "Spindle" that fills your whole body is a move to absorb recoil, recoil enough that Ashle's arms are missing on every shoulder.

I had a response.

But it was also a shocking sight in another sense.

Two of Gran's six arms were receiving Shivnir.

The meat had been torn and the broken bones had been stripped out, but a total of twelve fingers with terribly thick forearms and knife-like nails had taken all the energy of the Special Assault move right in front of the chest plate.

The developed upper arm and shoulder muscles create shadows like rock shelves.

Purple blood is blowing up like a fountain from the wounds on both arms.

But Grand didn't even look like he was this good.

"Ashley, don't bother, don't bother!

I heard Isma from overhead.

I didn't even need to be told - "Blanvel".

Ashley immediately inspired the Spindle and tried to activate Blaze Wheel.

Crush in the force field for each arm you are receiving.

Ashley had already finished learning that a different law - a modus operandi - was needed to relate to something that was not human.

But in the middle of that preliminary operation, Gran has launched an attack.

Holy relic transformed into a giant spear: "Dextrus"!

Ashley lost her balance to a blow that looked like she had been hit by a giant rock.

Kwaaaan, and "Blanvel" are horrible.

I heard a slippery underfoot.

Vitrion couldn't get the energy from the diagonal.

A powerful shield prevented the attack.

Ashley would have been in danger if it hadn't been for the moves.

If I hadn't had a "spindle" on my arm and shoulder, it would have been over.

This is a previous question of how powerful Dextrus is.

Grant's strength is a mess.

Ashle lets go of her hand from "Shivnir" and allows the ride to step back once it's done.

If I didn't, my horse's leg would have been broken.

That's where the chase came in.

Oh, and I heard a breath of air.

Ashle felt the illusion that Grant's upper back swelled twice as fast in an instant.

The braces are coming.

Ashley had abandoned her horse the moment she thought so.

Step forward to shelter the Vitrion.

Reflectively activate Blaze Wheel.

I had hair in between.

Awesome high temperature and sulfur smell, and deafening feathers. Once Gran's clothing, the black cloud had changed its appearance and breathed inside it.

It was mixed with the breath of scorching sulfur, making it the worst means of attack to ensure that victims were slaughtered (hoarse). Brimston Weilas.

If it was a shield of Nami, it was a move to erase every shield received in an instant from the world.

"Vitrion, run!

Ashle ordered his beloved horse, desperately preventing and stopping him.

Vitrion does not hesitate to circle the horse's neck.

We knew that the delay between blinking would result in each other's death. He was a smart horse.

A flash of defense was felt by Ashle for hours.

I didn't know I had time to breathe.

The chase arrived shortly after the attack.

Active defense by a fierce force field: Gran poked a slice of Blaze Wheel's moves.

Holy Relic: Spike in 'Dextras'.

A tremendous amount of weight rested on the shield. Ashley got on her knees. I sprained my whole body and managed to kill the power.

But I can't take another blow.

"Ashley, move forward, take that spear!

Theon rushed me at a great speed later.

Shake the Great Sword as you run straight into the diagonal.

The golden glow burned onto the retina.

Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute" Assault moves: "Gold Amphini".

Maximize the power by converging the energy to be released with the "Spindle". There is no such thing in this world as something that can prevent a blow from a barely plasticized blade.

However, it was supposed to be a technique to be used at the stronghold because it was too risky and burdensome for the user.

Ashle took Sion's word for it and went forward. Like rolling.

Gran's blow slipped through the surface of the shield.

It was dangerous. If I had been lost for a moment, it would have been over.

Therefore, Shivnir pointed the pattern at me in front of him.

Grab it, I just said.

Beyond the white smoke, Scion's slaughter had cut off both Gran's arms, turning them into extinguishing charcoal without even giving them a play gap. Ashley runs.

And I have to put my hands on the spear pattern, and I unleash an attack.

It was before the move, but made speed a priority.

It was meant to be a rushing restraint.

And that judgment doubly saves the Ashlets.

The light strip of restraint slipped through the shallow area on the flank of the gran.

If you're human, that's it, but Grant's flesh is unshakeable.

However, the gap created by the impact delayed the moves that were unfolding for a few seconds at the same time.

"Gravity!"

Isma warned.

Dangerous Weighting Ability: From the range of effects of the Gravity Sphere, Ashley increased speed to escape.

There was Scion ahead. The speed is dropping.

It did not differ in the load of the great moves/"Gold Amphini" I unleashed earlier.

There was blood dripping from both hands.

The capillaries were torn and bleeding.

I guess the nerves are mahi in shock temporarily. Doesn't seem to hold the sword well.

It was a wound to the extent that it would heal in seconds for Theon, the night demon, but the battlefield was a matter of contending for those seconds.

As it is, it is captured at the edge of the range of effects of rinse weighting.

Him, and Ashley looked as if a shadow had shadowed under his feet.

At the next moment, Zion's legs were amputated by the calf.

Blood blooms and Zion's body is thrown out. "Needs Hog".

Only one of Ashle's attacked pieces lost his ability to be transparent, leaving a curaculous, deafening sound, and swirling around exposing him to the likeness of a raptor (already in).

Ashle abandoned Shivnir without hesitation and caught Zion.

It weighs heavily with a sword added to its weight. Ashle also fell ill as it was.

Fall over.

Guru, the world spilled.

Ashle's body was on the verge of clashing to the ground, dancing through the universe with a powerful reaction.

He jumped and landed as inertia as it was for about ten meters.

Hold Zion sideways.

Ashley had already re-sharpened every single thing that had been a coincidence in the earlier Battle of Nahat into a technique she could do with her own "will".

Himself shield: 3D manoeuvre by force field manipulation of "Blanvel".

It was this flexible and quick ability to learn and apply that was Ashle's talent.

An invisible gravitational sphere struck the spot where Scion was until just before, and the axed tip of the "Needs Hog" stood late.

"Can we go?"

Ashley confirmed to Zion.

Scion's wounds are already healing like lies.

He caught his cut leg tangled like blood pulling a thread, and he threw it this far.

The bleeding I was getting from my arm, even the signs, is already nowhere.

Theon silently buried his face in Ashle's neck.

He was slightly bitten in the neck.

"Thank you... bat ceremony"

I didn't see the look on Zion's face.

Because shortly afterwards he rose on his own from Ashle's arms, and reassembled his great sword.

"Chains of Astral Bain"!

Moment after moment, I could see it from Ashle like a silver thread fireworks up in the night sky.

Until then, Isma was directing the war.

Countless spider threads shine silver from behind attacking Gran, who finished unleashing his moves and became defenseless for a moment.

It was an Isma-like method of warfare.

They raised the mundane smoke of silver at the same time as they were entangled.

Gran was there with a voice that didn't seem to belong in the world.

A demon king who received Ashley's spear and did not give a single voice when his arms were severed by the sword of Zion.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

It works on spirits.

I can't deactivate it. Can you ignore the flame that your essence gives you because you are resistant to pain and resistant to flames and acids? Isma said softly.

It was right after that.

Gran flashed his spear.

The thread is broken.

Gran's specialty: "Dextrus" was equally a blade that pierced the essence of the organism.

Cutting was possible.

"Ahrah."

Exhale (braces) attacked the panicking Isma.

A black flame licks right after the sheep retreating in great haste.

And the blown marks of the braces become contaminated, areas (areas) that will not be accessible for some time.

But there were consequences.

Izma's moves were sweeping away the useless demons who had no more powerful survival than Gran.

There's resentment. Raise your voice, the feathered demons burn out.

Ashle didn't miss that gap and took back the dragon spear: "Shivnir".

The battle spanned several hours.

It wasn't until long later that Ashle realized that the sky was turning white.

Gran showed off his terrible toughness.

Cut, penetrated, and burnt out, it didn't fall.

Even though I cut three of the six arms off, half the skin on my face shredded and half the corners slapped off, it should be noted that I did not kneel.

A waterfall-like sweat flows down Ashle's entire body.

If it hadn't included water during the collaboration and used the chemicals Isma was giving me, it would have been this one who would have given me the roots.

Ashle felt like she was confronted with the very notion of giant “evil”.

If so, can we never win?

Because that's just like not removing “evil” from a human heart.

Such delusions gushed like black clouds in a tired corner of my mind.

Ashle shook her head and tried to shake her delusions.

"Please," Theon asked.

"I am causing considerable injuries to my hands. I don't think that's possible yet..."

Fall down. Ashley said as she prayed.

"Coming."

The two scattered.

Gran put up a spear. Ashley saw something hard to believe.

Was.

Gran didn't have a voice, skewed his skin's shredded lips, and peeled his teeth out.

Ashley felt like she had been seen through her weakness.

Ashley told her people a few hours ago that because there was no kiri, there was nothing she could do, because there was no way she could erase it - that's why she shouldn't give up.

Yet I was about to succumb to my ordeal in less than a moment of struggle.

As a king, how long did Gran endure the pain?

Ashley remembered all the things about Grant as a human being.

A lonely descending king who dreamed of good guidance for people.

We tried to accomplish it by betting everything, and we arrived at the "Paragram" and it turned out to be a bucket.

It could indeed have been a place known as decadence as a result.

But someone who can't sustain his ideals for just a moment can point and curse the place?

Alma, Eunice, and Nahat all martyred in their dreams.

Even if I stopped being human, they had what they wanted.

Ideal height, not low. In this world, they had dreams that could not be realized.

And acted. He said he'd accomplish it.

So, what about Omae?

As Gran's mockery (today) says, Ashle felt it.

I knew by reason that it was provoked.

There was a boiling rage of dirt (annoyance) gushing at the maximum wind speed of an instant.

That's not for Gran.

It's anger at the mundane self.

Ashley tried to run out.

But more quickly than that, Scion protruded.

The burden on Gran, his own responsibility, and the anger of being betrayed by a comrade who believed he had made his ideals alike, could not be wiped away in Zion.

Usually even if I forgot about it, it was a thorn that stood deeply in the presence of Theon.

The tenderness of the pitiful Zion also represented his hard service as a prisoner of captivity (rheumatism) of the prison that, at the same time, he could not forget the memory of the spicy acid.

"I just created a Savior by pressing the Nerd on the Son of Man, and no one is saved!

There must be no such thing as "paragrams" or other mysteries (hiccups) that make dreams come true with "twists" alone - just like the life of a perpetual robbery.

It's just a denigration of humans.

Who made you happy, who saved you?

My country, my people, my granddaughter, my God, my God! Gran! "

Theon's voice was half crying.

The thought was painfully clear to Ashle.

There are no words for Gran.

That seemed to Ashley to have already exhausted words and such.

Instead, in action, Gran answered.

Kuru, the spear turned. One hundred eighty degrees.

The tip was for me. I couldn't believe it.

"Then no, then no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Scion rushed over to Gran, forgetting his defense.

A sad cry. Momentum to get rid of Rose Absolute.

Ashley follows Zion at full speed.

It was obviously dangerous.

I didn't make it. I heard a blunt noise.

The spear, "Dextrus," quickly penetrated the thick breastplate of the grain.

Gran got on his knees. Was.

He was inclined to take on all “evil”.

Ashle saw the pure white bride on the slaughterhouse.

Alma, and Eunice.

Is this the end of the "twist" that you and I have?

So much, so much, did you hate this world?

Buckwheat, and Gran's thorax broke from the inside.

My arm glanced from there. At first, one, eventually countless.

I had a hand on my ribs (abrasive) to open the armor door.

From there, malicious hands gushed like turbulence - the embodiment of "Wherever You Do So" was there.

A shout of evil spirits burst Gran's throat as an instrument.

The bottomless malice that blew became a storm.

From Gran's orbital cavity (cancer), a pitch-black runoff was leaking out.

There was no "will" there or anything.

There was nowhere else, such as the remnants of an ideal that a man once called Gran had dreamed of.

What is this “evil” that can only replace a shoulder?

Ashle didn't know.

Malicious turbulence captures Scion, and Ashley, who tried to help him, is swallowed as well.

Countless arms restrained the two and were strong enough to "do so".

To defend against it, I activated Blanvel and baked it in Shivnir, but it was water on the burning stone.

The crown of Zion was torn apart.

Ashley was in turbulence and saw Gran set up [Dextrus] again.

The aim was Zion.

Desperately arrives at Shion's place and holds her.

I didn't even think about whether I could protect it.

It was something like that.

And Dextras flew in, turning it into an eartip.

There was that sound of the blade eating in.

"Dextras" would not give death.

But a far worse ending than death would surely wait for the two of you.

I didn't think [Dextras] would stop just because Ashley got in between.

Still, I couldn't help but shelter Zion.

But the earliest moments never came.

"Come on, you two, how long will you be blind? And the first time I said no snuggling, sir!

Isma stood with her back turned.

across (and also) to the sheep, by any means, without intentionally passing through a runoff of malice that beats them.

Ashley smiled bitterly at her usual condition for a moment. It wasn't funny.

A spear penetrated Isma's flesh, and the incision tip approached Ashle's nose tip.

The "Dextras" had stopped at a critical point.

Izma turns this way.

"Izma......"

"No sarcasm. I said this too."

Isma smiled.

Then when I turned to Gran, I never turned around again.

"Mr. Gran, you've done a lot to our precious princess and little one.

- "Evil," "Nerd," blame?

I mean, it's a big deal, but you have to be able to carry it alone!

If this world is bad - well, it's because of all the adults who have lived so far. Me and you are equal.

And, eventually, you'll grow up, so even children are presumed to be guilty of the same crime.

You can't blame anyone for that - you just have to create a world that doesn't.

But unfortunately, you don't have time for that. I didn't.

So I'm not gonna ask you that. "

You're worried about me. Shit, these kids are.

Then Isma turned her attention to Alma and Eunice of the Tabernacle.

I called.

"You want to blame the humans, but I wonder if you could get a little put away. Shit, Ashley and the princess are trying to take responsibility for themselves. I don't think it's right to hold them accountable for your life."

The problem is Otoshimae.

"Gran, you've got nothing to pity.

But this guy is too much. Otoshimae has to be worn.

I'm responsible for burying you. It doesn't really matter who this farce is. "

Are you even dreaming?

Ashle looked out for Isma in a glance.

From the top of his head, Isma was coming to an end.

One, two, and then into countless butterflies.

It was turning into a flock of blue and white glowing butterflies.

"Moonshine Favor"

Ashley heard the whisper somewhere far away.

The glowing butterfly wiped out any malice that arose from the Gran, the herd of Evil.

Enclose the gran with malice, and adorn it with light.

The butterfly that came out of Isma became the great river of light and encompassed everything.

It whirls around every bit - it was a collection of "Dream" fragments.

There was Gran again.

"Don't you think it's still the muscle that returns to the Dream that comes from the Human Dream"

As Moonshine Favor unfolded with the sound of Isma disappearing and bruising, Ashle sat up to the ground to see that a new man had arisen.

He was wearing a crown. of golden. Heavy. Take lightly the burden equal to its weight.

I dreamed, a great king was looking down at Ashley.

"What are you crawling about?"

I remember that voice.

Ashley stood.

Press the trembling knee.

I knew I had to respond.

I gave Zion a hand. Theon seemed to feel the same way.

I put the crown back on without holding anyone's hand.

"The rest is the Omae's choice."

—— What will Omae do? The ancient king asked Ashley, who rose up.

"I'll - I'll do it with us. Return Dreams to Dreams."

Ashle did not hesitate to announce her determination. The ancient king laughed slightly.

"You didn't want to."

Ashley was proud that it ended slightly but differently than she had dreamed that day.

Shiru, and Dextrus slipped out of the man's sleeve.

It was the murder weapon that had pierced Isma herself until earlier.

The pattern had been eroded and lost by butterflies of light. Only the cutting-edge, the sacred relic, remained.

You know what I mean?

"Here's the thing."

Ashley knew how to use Dextrus the moment she got it.

In fact, this was Ashley's true talent, her secret and greatest alien, but at this time, she still had no skill or time to ascertain it.

Before I thought about it, I handled Dextras to the rail that broke up into the trident of Shivnir.

- I was going to use it as a bullet core.

"Dextrus" was perfectly tamed as if it had originally been.

"Do you know what to wear"

Yes. Ashley looked at Gran. I watered down the giant and saw the "paragram" behind it.

The great ancient king Izmagalm nodded contentedly at the sloth of his ashle.

"Izma"

And Zion called the ancient king —— Isma. Isma smiled at the matter. He smiled like he was hit in the chest.

"Let's make good on our promise. Saving Gran, with you."

Yeah. Theon nodded.

"Please help Ashley jump over him."

With that sword of yours. Zion agreed once again.

Isma didn't say anything about it.

I turned the sheep toward the snorting gran.

Malice broke ahead of Isma, and a glowing butterfly swallowed everything.

That was one path.

"Let's go."

Ashle told Zion. We both knew what to do.

Words were unnecessary.

Ashley ran. There was Zion next door.

Knock Gran "did" the source of power.

On Isma's back going forward, Ashle saw her father.

Likewise, Theon may have been looking at Luggin.

The steps of one of them, who chose to take responsibility for himself, had allowed Ashley and the others to move forward.

Shortly before Grand, Ashley released "Blanvel" to the ground.

The shield slips forward.

Ashle grew faster with Zion and rode that shield. Like a sore.

And activated Blaze Wheel.

It took strong rotation and reaction, and the two rose to the sky.

But it wasn't tall enough yet.

Theon makes up for that.

Holy Sword: Separated and unfolded the blade of "Rose Absolute" and shot "Blanvel" from the back.

Together with Ashley, he jumped by converting that power into propulsion.

The Rose Absolute, coupled by an electromagnetic network and extended as long as a tail, is used in the stabilizer to secure the firing position.

I earned an improbable amount of altitude for a moment.

I saw the world.

There was dawn there.

The sun peeked across the horizon.

The sun would lighten the earth less, but there was a dispute there.

There was discrimination and injustice, full of incomprehension and irrationality.

Three hundred and sixty degrees everywhere.

It was nowhere, like an ideal world.

But that's why Ashley didn't want to stop walking.

Don't give up, I decided.

And Theon let himself go of Ashley.

It was the moment when the acceleration ended. We took into account reflux when shooting out with maximum fire.

Ashley receives the signal to do it in full.

Originally, I meant to.

Ashley starts the spindle.

I was going to knock in all the "will" that I could bear.

I felt the light concentrate excessively.

I can see the lid of the "paragram" under my eyes.

Ashley screamed.

I forgot what a word it was, but strong, with a loss.

The world flipped to black and white.

Too strong a light burned Ashle's own retina.

But I didn't want to take it off, I didn't want to - because Spindle was leading him straight away.

Ashley released "Shivnir" at maximum output.

During his landing away from Ashle, Theon waved his sword to help Alma out.

As it fell, there was Isma at the drop point.

I wish I could. Theon thinks.

There was already no crown at the top of Isma's head.

It was the usual Isma.

I was literally crushed by the major role of taking two naked women.

And the flash ran shortly afterwards.

The light and darkness of the world flipped and thunderbolts rang to the bottom of my belly.

Big deafening acoustics.

Caged hands wrapped around themselves: A current ran through the surface of Hands of Glory, and Zion removed the Rose Absolute.

The atmosphere struck so hard that it charged in an instant.

Don't tell me the incision fell on the tip of Isma's nose, which crumbles downstairs and turns his eyes.

After a moment of silence, the pillars of "Nerd" swept up from the ceiling of the "Paragram" and blew up with the roar.

It reaches the sky. It hasn't disappeared for a while.

He would have explained to me if Isma from the time of the Great King was scattered with the "Thread" that was accumulating.

Ashley fell late.

He seemed to panic without a recipient, but this one was refrained from by the leg sheep.

The sheep used that overly soft body hair and four legs like a cushion to catch Ashley accurately.

It was a brilliant catch to fall into the duvet.

"I finally touched you, leg sheep. Fluffy. You're really dreaming about this."

The first sound Ashle unleashed on the rushing Scion was out of between.

Theon laughed. Then I held him relentlessly.

Gran left no trace.

Even though he wanted to, a man named Gran disappeared until he was in a piece of bone, only his legend remained.

of the Redemption, the great - the Coming King.

Perhaps no one but those who took part in this battle knows the truth without being told.

And the "paragram" disappeared.

Make sure it folds inside.

All I'm saying is that what comes from fiction goes back to fiction.

Theon stood alone on the battlefield and took Gran.

Ashley is accompanied by a guide to Alma, who is still unconscious.

The leg sheep were in bed.

If Isma suggests this, Ashley is eating it.

He wants to touch Alma naked somehow.

Vitrion approached him and put his face on Ashle's cheek.

I want you to worry as much as Alma does.

Somewhere, a fluttering bat came down and stopped at Ashley's head.

Ashley hasn't noticed yet.

It was hilarious to know where and how he was hiding until now.

The more the morning reached the bottom of the valley, the more obvious it began to become.

It is time for the Night Devil to go home and sleep.

But I couldn't sleep because I was so confused, Theon thought.

Jesus Christ, when I sighed, I walked up to my friends who might have done it even though they were two men.

The stars flowed through the universe of dawn.

Leave a single trajectory.