Sanzen no Souru Supina

It can be carried with an odd spear, and its appearance is covered in strange helmets, which I can't confirm.

The helmet had a unique silhouette reminiscent of a petal.

More importantly, it was the appearance united with its horse body that had distinguished the anomaly of its knight.

It was like a reminder of the legendary Centaur, said to have been extinct.

This is what happens when you embody the knight's ideal of being one human horse -- that's what it looked like.

A knight who never falls, who keeps fighting for eternity.

If Ashley, Zion, or Asuka had been present on this occasion, they would have said who they were immediately.

He said this was the end of a man who became the incarnation of Log Solitary and called Terminal = Yugadir.

And the alien spear that you can carry is the demon spear that holds the "Hiroshi" of time suspension: "Lotha Invierno."

But right now, for the two of us who are opposed to this threat, it didn't come true.

On the contrary, they were so obsessed with feeding that they were completely defenseless against the arrival of danger.

"Who are you!

As I hid the front, Illis screamed.

Your right hand explores the dagger.

"Apologize for your disrespect -“ The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth. "But things were urgent. Forgive me."

"I'm asking what it is!!

I see, this is temperamental.

Yes, it seemed to Illis, as his knight's armour-covered face laughed.

"Yugadir Arkadis Maznab. There is some hesitation as to whether or not I may affirm myself as the current lord of the Land of Trantrim… the Alliance of the" Monetary Co-Prosperity Zone of Blood "

Iris wasn't the only one who breathed in the name that made me feel confused that there was no shame in it, but I don't know if I had the right procedure for my position.

"Yugadir Arkadis Maznab... of Trantrim - Overlord Dodd!

Where is it that so much power remained?

Trao splashed his blanketed clothes and rolled out onto the beach to protect Illis.

The right hand is already gripped with a dagger that has been pulled out.

"Iris! Please come back! In my face!

In the orbit (cancer), which could not hide the puffiness (soot), but withstood a flaming flame, which overwhelmingly caught the mighty presence, Trao showed a temper that did not pull a single step.

It is the will as a knight.

At the same time, I was prepared to leave myself alone and have nothing else to protect my beloved Illis.

But the opposing knight of perpetual robbery: Yuga's reaction was chilling.

"Get out of here. I have nothing to do with you. Young skies, they don't waste their lives. I have no taste in the weak. That's especially true if you're a proud and temperamental boy like you. We should take care of the future."

The word "boy" out of Yuga's mouth should not have been in a sarcastic condition.

Even if it was overloaded and accomplished, it is a yuga that descended with the Knight's ideal poured into it.

There is no such thing as the weak.

On the contrary, a discerning adult man who guides a certain young man in the future.

And pay tribute to the knight who bravely confronts the threat of himself.

Yeah, but that's why Trao was severely insulted, I felt.

Only if you are aware of your immaturity.

And only because I felt I had been informed of a whole section of the holy feeding that was applied by Illis.

To the height of the knight of perpetual robbery, to his too different, who was clinging to his breasts like a toddler, and to himself who appeared before his eyes, sharpened enough to arouse awe even though he was an enemy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!!

The roar was a response, almost out of Trao's throat.

No, or there might have been a movement of mind there that if Yuga noticed in this roar that he would be forgiven for an attack that was also similar to accidental.

And the light blade from the dagger stretches through the spear.

Trao did not commit the foolishness of a terror-driven soldier waving his blade.

Put the blade to sleep and add your left hand to the patterned head.

A special spike aimed at the opponent's armor gap so that he can bathe his body.

The dagger's intermission and the alarmed opponent, at best, cannot respond instantly to it, which stretches not a foot's worth.

Try trao, an ambush tactic that did not follow the knight's courtesy would have been disgraceful.

But now more than that, I waved the blade for the protected human behind me.

No, really, maybe that was just an excuse.

Later, Trao thinks so.

Anyway, at that time, the thrust that Trao had unleashed and fed captured Yuga's flesh.

Genius: "Aura Brow" - the most basic move, but shaking it up in this situation can be a blow to life and regeneration, do that.

Indeed.

Kill.

Gahiyi, and sparks splashed along with goosebumps, and the cuttoe of the dagger slipped through Yuga's body surface, and then smashed and scattered.

There was no scratch.

I didn't even make a small swing.

No, on the contrary, Yuga did not even take any of the natural, reflexive defensive actions that the organism would take against the impending crisis.

Yuga's flesh is already united with the Devil's Armor: (Stelhaura).

The attack of Namahanna doesn't make sense.

But it's completely different from not defending.

Ignoring it is something completely different.

Yuga slipped his neck slightly.

Then, slowly, as if, I crawled the trao to the ground, as a gentle father would slightly teach his son who had gone too far pranking.

I don't know how they did that.

However, when he noticed, Trao lay down at its feet.

Doh, and a stone poke was placed directly above his heart from his back.

That's all, I can't stand up anymore.

Demon Spear: "Lotha Invierno".

Instead of cutting at the tip, Yuga praised the young knight for his disrespect.

Trao found out.

If Yuga feels like it, he can smash his chest easily with a stone poke, and crush his heart, which strikes an early bell in fear right now.

the difference in character as an overwhelming samurai.

My whole body dulls and I get goosebumps from real fear of death.

The snowflake, the sense of duty, and possibly the chronic desire to boast of oneself to a woman who had fallen in love, and pure fear, along with the cold of the beach, crawled up.

"Stop it!

But the fright was cut to pieces.

By the voice of a woman who was supposed to risk her life to protect her.

Without being ashamed of her skin, which she had concealed to an indescribable extent by a fabric dyed blue and white, the woman faced Yuga, the overload.

It's like a parent bird hiding a toddler with wings.

"You must have seen the whole thing.“ The Virgin Mary of Rebirth ": Irisberda. I have not (...) done anything yet. I'm just here to pick you up."

Yuga, who just plainly flushed a spike that could have been a deadly blow, similarly chilled out the matter.

Only the sound of recombinant hooves is small.

"Pick me up... are you here?

"I don't know. Your ideals, what you aspire to and what I aspire to. It's very close, I feel. That's why I want to talk about you. And I want you to listen to me."

I'm offering to talk to you, frankly.

Yuga paled out the astonishing content.

The Virgin's Word, an overload that wants a discourse with the Virgin.

Trao doesn't know such a thing.

"Yes, you shouldn't! Iris! Don't lend your ears to his words! The Overlords are monsters. Human beings are never, ever compatible. I don't have a human heart!

Was Trao shouting in a trembling voice out of possession?

No, maybe that was the work of a young, primitive, strong mind that someone might take a mother or lover.

"Do you realize that you're still alive because of that monster's mercy, boy?"

Guh, and the pressure applied directly behind the heart silences the trao.

"Let go of that one!

"From the beginning, I have done nothing.“ The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth. "But if you're coming with me, I promise you I won't touch him again with a finger."

"Yes, no, no. Dear Iris... you shouldn't."

Tiny Trao groans.

"I get the idea. Marquis of Trantrim: Yugadir Arkadis Maznab. But I will never give or give to overload."

"He's temperamental. Don't you think I'm gonna use this boy's life for a deal?

Yugadir's lips broke to the rejection of Illis.

You said yourself, "I don't have a hobby for the weak."

"Do anything for the ideals (twists) that have been poured on you. That's us."

"No. You will never be such a coward"

Heh, and the voice I heard overhead took a while for Trao to realize it was Yuga's bitter laugh.

"So does that mean the negotiations are a breakdown?

"Negotiations and nothing. You are too fast, and I will never respond."

To a resolute rejection, again, Yuga laughed.

"Your words seem to work on the humanity in me. I have to admit. your own immaturity. that it is incomplete."

Spread the smile of self-derision, then, Yuga said.

"Then only take it with strength. Only to return to the roots of the struggle"

"You showed up. nature."

"I don't care, I'm being bewitched. But whatever happens, you have to understand."

My ideals.

"And also to complete me"

Trao felt the stone poke coming off his top. Was it a preliminary motion for a subsequent blow, a penetration through the heart's heart?

No, it wasn't.

Yugadir didn't have Trao in his eyes anymore.

I didn't even care as much about the stones on the side of the road.

The arc of Lotha Invierno, deformed into a sickle spear catfish, captured Iris inside it.

"I will take you prisoner."

"Can you, Yugadir? I am the Virgin Mary of Rebirth."

"An immature mind trembles in fear (just now). But what do you think is the cause of my failure? Martyring to the ideal, that's what I mean."

Boom, and a flash of aura clash between each other, the trao was ejected.

The mighty presence emitted by each other turns into physical pressure to form a dome, which bumps into each other, seems to be a passage of Scripture painted somewhere in the mural of the diocese.

"By the way, don't you?

From behind the golden eyes, Illis, emitting an unlikely light of the world, asked, not the throat-shaking audio.

If Trao had seen the last battle between rituals, the deepest part of Catel Island, where she had awakened as the “Virgin of the Rebirth," he would have realized that it was his hidden nature within the United Kingdom.

You would have noticed that it was a reenactment that day, that day, the day the world turned upside down, when Ashle and Norman exhausted their dying power and caused a huge metastasis as a result.

"Absolutely. But what ideals do you think you can realize if you can't get past them"

Oh, and yet.

A man who pierces a knight's ideals takes a step.

The pressure of Gigiri, Meshiri, and the mighty Iris distorts Yugadir's flesh, which was still intact after the blow of Trao's body, so as to exert force on the paperworker.

But still.

Still, Yuga doesn't stop.

"How much do you think the ideals that have been poured on me are?"

Ilis' eyes waver at the figure of the uttering Yuga, hissing at the terrible weight.

Demon Spear: "Lotha Invierno" slowly stretches to its waist to attract.

However, the more meat is forced, the more severe the pressure increases, as demonstrated by the fact that there is a tendency to approach.

Even the mighty Focus can twist its blade.

To the sight, Trao wept in awe.

It was the next moment.

All the sudden, heavy pressures, all the invisible walls that protect Illis, have vanished.

Trao and Illis weren't the only ones who were stunned.

It was Yugadir who set up the struggle that really surprised me.

"How...?

Losing the Virgin Mary's "Chi Chi", Iris made a monologue.

As just a human being.

"You won't refuse"

What I asked was Yugadir.

"No, why?

The sickle of "Lotha Invierno" captured the confused hips of Iris.

Of course I don't add slaughter or anything.

With great care, Yuga held Iris in his hand so as to attract fragile eggs.

"Ha, no!

"That's the other way around,“ The Virgin of Rebirth. ”If you're serious, it should be easy."

"No, don't!

Well, I could read it.

Yuga shows a deep understanding to Iris, who resists all the snails.

"You are also incomplete.“ The Virgin Mary of Rebirth. "

"Unfinished?

"I mean, you still need an ideal, too."

Saving the world, is that what it is?

Is that the kind of "savior” you're going to definitely save the world by being in a flatulence now?

"We need more, sharpened ideals to complete it."

And what sharpens the ideal?

"It's a Trial (Disipurine) Difference"

Ha ha, raise your voice and Yugadir laughs.

"Well, well, I can read it,“ The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth ”! You, you are the one who should be truly afraid in this world at all! Now, you're in my hands, not because you lost your protection! Because this is what you really wanted. I guess the heavenly thoughts are endless!

Fine, why don't we get on with that thought?

And I will break it.

Until then, you will be my prisoner, Irisberda.

Trao can only drop off Yuga as he rejoices and stands on a pole and plunders Illis.

It's just, you know, with your own powerlessness hitting you.