Sanzen no Souru Supina

Hugo, I think I heard the sound of cutting through the sky later.

That is proof that the corresponding energy was rubbed (just now) at super high speeds.

At the next moment, the brocade company, set up prior to this divination, bounced apart, ignited in the air, and burned out as a particle of light.

If the substitute company hadn't absorbed it, only the shockwave that hit us afterwards, perhaps, the squad would have been wiped out.

"What ahhh?!

Summon as the blown Isma rolls like a spinning grass (tumbleweed).

Keep gobbling, rolling down the hill without the art of exchanging.

"Gu, uhh, attack...... you say?! From where?"

Norman, who sheltered the two earthspider princess witches beneath her body, wakes up half as she pays for the dirt that came down on her.

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

"Does it matter, Snow?! Athelui?!

"Both of you, are you hurt? Are you all right?

Daughter of the Half-Night Devil (Half-Blood): It was Theon who first covered Athelui, who became Snow and his new wife.

On top of that, Ashle covers up and protects the women from the stones mixed with jumping dirt.

The shock tears my head off, and Keane and I have tinnitus, but... it's okay, I managed to keep them all alive.

"What happened..."

Shake your head, roar.

What jumped into Ashle's sight as she recovered from the shock was an unimaginable sight.

It was blown up, it was decided.

Deep ground, cratered.

There is no sign of the company.

"What, this..."

"Ashley, later!! He's in the air!!

Norman warned while sheltering Ele and Elma beneath his feet with a set-up to lay low on the ground, as soon as possible.

Ashle also looks back as she sits up and looks up over the sky.

With the sun wheel on its back, it stood.

Six wings spread.

Beautiful women naked is light.

The flag of Ikes dyed blue by brilliance barely hides itself.

But the face was covered in a mask.

Rising from the whole body is the aura of holy wrath.

That was the culprit who caused this destruction.

"Angel... no..."

Ashle was attacked by a powerful sense of preoccupation with the appearance.

I felt like I knew her well, no, about the mask she wore.

There's no way in the world that that distinctive design has two.

"No way... The Silver Mask of Prediction: Seraphim Filament... then, that's..."

Norman was stiff, although he remained in a combat position on the same upset.

"Dashka...... is it"

Wordless groans leak from its lips.

"No, look closely, Norman's general! That's not Dashka! Bust size, hip line, you're totally different! It's someone else's number 28! That's a -- predicted silver mask: a retaliatory attack (counter) against a paranormal investigation triggered by Seraphim Filament!!

Izma pointed out by weaving absurd facts as she ran back from under the rolling hill.

Regardless of the size and the line of talk —— and I think Ashley does.

The impression of the mask was too strong to tell, but the making of her flesh clearly looked more muscular than that of Dashkamarier, and she has a back length.

That is not the flesh of a cardinal or a high priest, but the body of a knight who has systematically learned professional combat techniques and tactics.

In addition to that, her flesh consisted of translucent particles of light, which were repeatedly bright to show depletion.

I see Isma's observational eye is overwhelmingly correct.

Once again, Norman groaned.

"-- retaliatory attack (counter), you say?!

"Like I said, a paranormal investigation may have a return move! This is one of them! Steady, it's been a long time since he's been so overtly intense, sir. The English spirit weapon type!!

Norman and I stared at the angels who remained in the universe in a position of distance, Isma said as we explored the nostalgia.

"English Spirit Weapons?!

"When I say storytelling and idealized beings, you know? You also saw Ashley at Frama's drifting temple. A bunch of sky-dancing knights called by Aska. It's the same as mine. It's usually sealed in Focus or something, and when the conditions are in place, it activates... maybe it's automatic retaliation. You got caught up in some kind of applause when our fortune-teller explored Iris' whereabouts —— the silver mask of prediction: on Seraphim Filamento's vigilance net."

In Isma's words Ashle recalls a scene of fortune telling.

Yes, only the pearl showing Illis was played against the dragon scales in the last scene and the silver mask for the creepy dwarf......

"No way."

"You don't think so?

Isma's first glance pierces Ashley with a startling look on her face.

In the meantime, there was movement in the squad.

"Isma, I will even set you up with me and my sister!!

"Elma!! Get the time right!! Let's go!!

Elma and Ele, who somehow crawled out of Norman's shelter, knot and stamp as they continued to release the catalyst from their nostalgia.

Some pupae, the catalyst, dances through the universe, emitting a beautiful glow of blue and black.

From there, a magpie butterfly with black wings flies along with the sound of bruising and attacking the English spirit that Seraphim Filament would have directed.

Elma and Ele, the earthspider princesses specialize in spell-based attack powers.

"It's good! Physical attacks are ineffective against the English Spirit, who is otherwise a conceptual being, but if the spell system is alien, it will not be deactivated!

Izma praised the sisters for their arrangements, keeping an alert eye on the movements of the English Spirit.

The English Spirit avoids hating the impending spell blades as they emit scaly powder, and when they emit light bullets, they welcome this.

The pitch-black butterflies are burned by arrows of light that are punched from the sky into continual standing, unable to reach the English Spirit.

Still, Izma's eyes were discerning that the flesh of the English Spirit was speeding up the interval of brightness each time he emitted a light bullet.

This is proof that the spell attacks of the Princess Witches of the Earthspider are definitely cutting off the English Spirit's "Hiragana" in an attempt to intercept this.

The energy body, the English Spirit, drains itself every time it unleashes a move.

If it is an attack that can be deactivated, it should be ignored, and this is in short nothing more than proof to the left that a spell attack works.

Even if you don't receive this attack, you can bring your opponent into a war of attrition.

But -- "Okay, that's good," was the moment Isma whined.

When the English Spirit inverted as it had perceived the intentions of the earthspiders, it set the object of retribution on the two princess witches using a spell and began to plummet.

"Not good!"

"Huh, please!!

Only Isma and Norman were able to react to the move.

Theon and Athelui were right to act when they grabbed Ashley's sleeve when they rushed out.

The women had an accurate picture of the movement of the English spiritual weapon and the destruction it entailed, and of the situation in which they were now being held.

Yes - you can't treat the Spindle lightly already in Trantrim more than you have left Yugadir, who reigned as the Lord of the Closed Corridor.

This is where paranormal reason has taken off its dominant outward demons and been reclaimed to the human sphere.

That is why it is difficult in itself to use powerful alien powers.

That is why an extraordinary user named Ele and Elma had to cast a valuable catalyst and stamp it with two more leaves as they exercised their powers of alienation.

The same is true of the context in which it was necessary to prepare for the establishment of the company and the unification of the will of the squadron, even if it was Isma's usurpation.

Even though it is, it is precisely the English spirit who is now trying to move beyond the speed of sound without constraint because she is an already activated alien = phenomenon.

But there were not too many moments (when) to explain the reasoning in words.

"Let it disappear with a spiral of vanishing (Void Stream)!!

Norman screams as he comes forward against the English Spirit, who launches a frontal attack ready for suicide bombing.

However, the claws of the purifying (ginger claws) that make up both arms (eh yes): Arman's deployment speed is still dull.

"Admiral Norman! It's hard for you right now!!

Isma skipped a warning to Norman trying to cover the two princess witches.

It would have been easier for the two sisters of the earthspider than it would have been for a man to cover himself with an attack of this magnitude.

Norman's cover should have been kicked over with extra handouts.

But only this time, it's different.

The princess witches just after they finished unleashing a powerful spell-based attack.

We can no longer work out enough Spindle Energy here, not in the Closed Corridor, in an attempt to activate defensive powers.

Just kneel down and lay down on the ground to protect each other.

It's defenseless.

And the assault of the English Spirit, transformed into a bullet, had already reached a deadly rate.

so much so that it is no longer possible, such as to avoid.

While he manages to finish the deployment of the purified claws, Norman thinks in the stagnant time created by extreme concentration.

The enemy is the English Spirit.

It is also an energy attack that uses the flesh itself as a weapon.

Is this who I think was the blow that blew up the company first?

If you received that level of energy mass at such a high speed, now instead of Norman himself, the lives of the two princess witches now covered behind you would also be wiped out.

It concludes, recalling the enormous damage caused first.

"Sasse!!

Gu, stomping, Norman conducts a "spindle" to his arms.

but still.

I felt the "spindle" spin (torque).

This is not good —— Norman is poisonous inside.

A spiral of vanishing (void stream) that wipes out all matter and phenomena in an instant, even if it belongs to the spiritual side rather than like a spell.

There wasn't enough time to accumulate "Spindle Energy" for that move right now.

The speed of an enemy who does not dislike self-destruction may be described as an anomaly.

It would be the right decision to shoot this down is no longer hopeless.

So how should we do it?

Norman had only one choice.

It is to turn around now, and roll out of the circle of destruction.

In the sight of impending ruin, in a sense, this is the answer to choose - I guess it was the right one.

But Norman laughs at the cold judgment made by his reason.

"Can you do that ahhhhhhhhh!!!

The idea of passing the back of his brain was crushed with a sip (and how), and the Knight of the Catel faced a clash with the English Spirit.

Immediately before the clash, the purified claw of annihilation was finally conducted through the Spindle to meet the owner's "will": Arman roars.

The thought of where there is a knight running away from a defenseless woman becomes aura.

"Husband, that guy is so impotent!!

I criticized Isma for being reckless about such a Norman battle.

Though I did have a reputation.

"BUT —— THAT'S RIGHT!!!

So, cool, I say.

And it was almost at the same time that Norman, who had finished bracketing his belly, entered the posture of a vain flow (Void Stream) ejection, and Isma pulled her hand out of her nostalgia and teased and caught the English Spirit with a brilliant run of yarn.

"The bondage chain of extinction (CHAINS OF ASTRALBAIN) Huh!!

The silver thread of attacking the essence of a teased opponent, but it is just impossible to attenuate all the energy of the English Spirit that has already reached the speed of sound.

It is the mountain of Sekiyama that causes a slight delay at this time and disperses energy in the event of a collision.

But that's good.

That slight delay, because for a moment Norman waited.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! The Spin of Vanity (Void Stream) Huh!!

The name of the Genius is released with a roar from Norman's mouth.

The right arm with the pitch-black lightning was swung through - the next moment, there was nothing left there.