Sanzen no Souru Supina

A strong wind swells through his ears.

But even in a high-speed flying state that reaches hundreds of meters an hour, it is only thanks to this degree of wind pressure that the Corpse Knight: the Genius (Aerial Screen) activated by = Ratte for the Askas who hold it in their arms and protect it on their backs: the Guardian of the Wind Spirit.

Otherwise, in the wind, which is even difficult to keep an eye open instead of looking straight down, the Askas, like the arrows unleashed, aim for the offensive goal: Gilgisten Castle.

The feeling of two and blood boiling was familiar to Asuka when she was in front of the battlefield, but today there is an exaltation on there that should also be called openness.

That is the proof of the blood of the true knight's maiden flowing into Aska's body.

And even though it was a corpse, it was a joy to samurai (Habe) on the battlefield with his fellow countrymen, sprung up by a battle with Rattegart with the same true knight's blood.

If you notice, Aska even mumbles a song.

Was that something my mother: Brunfroyde made me listen to when I was younger?

Lulu, Lara Lulu - and Aska listened to her leaning against it.

It was leaking right next to me, out of the mouth of a different knight with red eyes like a red ball (Ruby).

Were they asking?

Aska snaps her mouth in a hack.

I feel like I've been known to indulge in a struggle.

Instead of blaming Asuka, however, the Knight of the Fae told him to recommend it.

"Mind your own business. Stay guided by blood. The triumphant Kai Song, make it sound."

That is our true knight's praise.

Fine dust doesn't change his expression either, Rattegart says.

But to Aska it was felt by her sister's teachings to her young compatriots, who were also about to experience their first aerial warfare.

It even seems like he's laughing somewhere, looking at each of the Nobu faces.

"Come on, let's go. Are we all ready? Here we are, the true summit of our true knight, the ravages from the void - ride!

Quick to say, Rattegart moved on to descent as he leaned and accelerated his body.

The fortress of Miramilu Gilgisten looms in front of you.

I could see the barista provided on the rooftop of the fortress turning back.

A mixed unit of crossbowmen and longbows is descending. Lattegart is starting to prepare his bow.

I guess he's the commander. One of the knights of the devil at night is skipping instructions on something.

The Beasts (Beast Tamers) across the Included Beast were confirmed to run on the spot in preparation for the White Soldier Battle.

Ugh, and the back is illuminated by Zhu.

Hell (Crawling Inferno), Isma's base offensive, gained momentum.

A fire column rising high lights up the world by tearing apart the book of the night.

The smell of sulfur is likely to reach this point.

Shh, and the quiet sound, activated the light spear that Rattegart could carry in his right hand: Svennir.

Light gathers at the base of the shell, reminiscent of the dragon's jaw gate (afterwards), which eventually becomes countless glowing wings.

Ashle's Dragon Spear: Aska, who has seen Shivnir and his power, has figured out that Rattegart's idea is in his hands.

First, we're going to sweep the enemy's anti-aircraft defense with this simultaneous fire.

The wings of the light that are now appearing in their shells from the warring with the demons at night like just now are graceful reminders of the rhinoceros, but in fact its identity is a powerful energy bullet itself, and whatever is caught in its flight, be it wearing steel armor, it will be instantly dimensioned.

Expand this in advance against the showers that will be unleashed from the enemy.

It is Ratte's intention to combine defense with blindness at the same time as an attack.

And that was the basic tactic of the true knight maidens ravaging the enemies that unfold on the ground as an aerial force - that is, "riding".

Once again, those red eyes looked at Asuka.

I know, Aska nods too.

Descend and deploy at high speeds to the castle fortifications exposed and disrupted by this pre-emptive attack, and fall into enemy command at once, Rattegart says.

And that was consistent with the snails and pitarity of the raid operations, which the Sand Lion Brigade, including Aska, has been good at.

I don't need to be told.

Aska boosts her image in herself and activates the Spindle.

Running up the wall, it gives you velocity when you are sick: apply the Movement of Swiftness protection to yourself.

Old Nazif forming on Rattegart's back and Timur followed suit.

And it was the next moment, when a flock of brilliant wings split the shade of the night and flew, driving the archers of the responding Gilgisten Castle half-destructed and vaporizing the baristas.

To the cathedral where the windows were smashed, the Askas attempted to begin their descent, precisely then...

Gokun, along with the trembling of the ground, a bright white energy stream was released from the cathedral as a giant pillar.

From the day of the pillage, Issberda was forced to connect with Yuga.

No - I don't know if that's really what was imposed on me anymore.

My heart is ashamed, and I weep out of remorse, but I cannot refuse or even deny Yuga.

No, the flesh, and the unconsciousness as the true ruler who controls it, forcefully imposes on Britain deeper intrusion and relationship building.

Please, I can only plead with Illis.

No more of that.

"Nerd" in me, without it.

Remind me not that which is often sought after.

Do not teach me that which is diluted and rare.

If I were to do that, I'd be... I'd be gone if I wanted to.

I want to save you, but it's gone.

Illis pleads as he continues to be shown his end at the top of a mix (...) enough to destroy his heart.

I trembled my fingers in both hands and let them crawl down my deviant throat.

Stormy beach, subordinate knights belonging to the Knights of Catel Hospital: Iris was robbed by Yugadir, who controlled Trao without even using violence.

All the resistance ended to waste.

Until then, the spirits that had defended Iris - even the super defensive ability to say grace over the kingdom of heaven - were scattered.

Until just before that, Yugadir, who had revealed himself as an overload, was overwhelmed as if he were crushing the flesh integrated with his armor even by clay work, suddenly lost it.

All that was left was a powerless, even wearing clothes, a woman of weight.

And that made Illis refrain from excessive resistance.

Because the hugging yuga treated the iris as if it were broken, politely, because of course there is.

Yuga ran.

Like a young man who finally met his destiny to meet in the morning sun.

The expression is irresistible beyond the cheek-faced iron skin of the armor.

However, a deviant mind appeared only at its footsteps.

And when he even spared his break, Yuga returned to his castle.

Formerly a trantrim center.

But it was a huge swarm of obsolescence that could never be modern.

Standing, or rather, a giant stone pillar, consisted of a completely incomprehensible material, whether it was once an artifact or an organism.

A temple of idols, and a cheap representation of it?

It was created by the elimination of the frontiers between objects and organisms and their close intertwining and connection - the city of life, its obsolescence as a carcass, was spreading there.

"Once upon a time, this was an agnostic realm (Terra Incognita). But when the function of Log Solitary, which has been hidden from people, was temporarily halved, it became recognizable."

I don't know if you're caring about Iris holding his palpitations with his hands on his mouth to too many sights.

Ilis knew the word - the agnostic realm (Terra incognita) - because Izma spoke to me.

The erased world, the informal side, Isma said.

He said it was a place where it was decided not to be.

Oh, and a voice leaked out of Illis' throat that could be both sad.

He said he came.

I said, "Hey, go to the place."

The sky, which was clear until earlier, was covered in leaded clouds as soon as we stepped in here.

From the low, dripping clouds a fine green thunder hiccups without sound.

It seemed to lead the two to Yuga's castle somewhere, like a spear raised by a funeral soldier.

"First, we have to take a bath. Virgin Mary, you are wearing out too much"

That's all I told you, Yuga started walking toward the bathroom holding Illis.

When he realized, the boy's faceted squire had the tools for bathing in the water, a few by each side, walking according to Yugadir.

It's just... all of them looked like thin four-legged beasts, like bright white, weird bugs.

To the unspeakable air, Iris made himself strong.

Even in a hot tub with a light green haka incense, Illis couldn't get it to open.

Because the only thing that protects Iris - when Yuga stripped the Ixian flag dyed white on the blue land, she immersed Iris in the hot tub with herself.

The mistletoe was washed and cleansed as it was.

Carefully, but with lucky fingers that don't even make you feel inferior or dusty.

ruthless, but then, in a manner backed by respect.

Iris is unconsciously there, bewildered to find a novelty like a boy touching a woman (one) he admires for the first time.

It is like the solidity that appears too hard to admonish oneself.

And that's where I was connected to Yuga.

When asked why she didn't refuse, she couldn't even remember the answer.

However, when Yugadir approached him, England's "Hiragana" and flesh penetrated the irresistible with regret.

"Not so, Virgin Mary. You are still incomplete. Like a bird before nesting. Yet I think of my companions, but they shook up" Hikaru "too much. So it's depleted," Hiragana. "You should accept me."

Yuga said as she grabbed Iris' thin, powerless arm as if she were compassionate and pushed it wide open.

Until then, his fist, which was desperately pounding Yuga's flesh, had been sprained at his wrist and discolored to blue-purple.

"Come on, come on, come on."

"Think about it. How can one who is truly completed as the“ Virgin Mary of the Rebirth "not be able to shake any" Him "? I can only scratch your skin if I repeat all the snails like this. Confess honestly. I want to help you. Your Savior is craving Nerd. 'Cause Negative is Hiro."

Yuga talked, as a matter of course, about something that was difficult for Iris to understand.

"You must be the son of destiny." That's our hope. who transforms our future and destiny. But right now, that mother-in-law inadvertently shook up "Hiraki" too much. So your child is starving. I'm thirsty. The only thing that can cure it is Negative. "

Pale, but behind the frantically speaking Yugadir, Illis feels countless thoughts.

That makes Yugadir's appearance visionary as a king (...) in his lifetime, no, he should have arrived.

The thoughts of countless people - Negative - led by the three wives who supported him and betrayed him - gave Illis visions.

No, no, and even though I shake my head left and right like a frightened child, Illis understands.

Yeah, he said the same thing.

Just like me, he's a man entrusted and carried.

I sense the loneliness and the journey I've taken in an instant.

The journeys are different, as are those who have continued to follow the path of bulwarks.

And Yuga said.

"Come with me, Irisberda. Together, let the kingdom of heaven be subjected to the ideal land recorded in the Garden, and let it descend into the world.

If you noticed, Illis had embraced Yuga.

I must have noticed it somewhere.

I've come this far to connect with this human being.