Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Here you are, snake witch. I didn't even imagine a century ago that I would be fighting alongside you, but my enemies used to say they were allies. Even if we are accused of heresy by an ignorant people, whether we are scolded with divine enemies, we already know that there is no divine justice under the banner of the EXTRAM Pope's Office. And although you are not a human being, similarly to His Majesty Lucatius XII, I feel that you are a woman (one) who should be forgiven for her sins and welcomed into the kingdom of God."

Garusin says to the woman who drips wet water into the morning mist.

A milky vale created by a standing morning mist.

There was no need for Aska to ask who the shadow appeared from beyond.

In a word, the woman was the beauty of the world.

Soba Occasional Dark Hair Into Dropped Hair (Rinse).

The length (albeit) that holds it together is a delicate silver finishing piece.

Woven with a blue scale-reminiscent patterned jacket and showing her status as a witch is the anterior crown (Epilepsy) glued with pure gold and mountain coral.

White skin like it falls off into a small, shaky face.

Cut long eyes reminiscent of almonds.

Perfect, she would have been a woman when it came to art.

Only one thing, if not a deep scar engraved on its face.

The scar that would still make me imagine the sound of a poke was left directly above the witch's eyes.

The expression Kakien passes through the back of the brain.

"Sidrellasikaya da zu"

Aska called the name quietly.

The eyelids of the serpent witch, who was slightly down, lifted and the one remaining eye captures Aska.

for a few seconds.

There were no words for each other.

I just get my gaze crossed.

of the serpent witch and the princess (himeko) in male attire. That is intertwined.

Was there some kind of willingness to communicate, or wasn't there?

Aska didn't say one grudge, and Sidre's side didn't even see an attitude about communicating in the first place with the explanation.

So all we talk about is galushin.

"Sidre, thank you for your help today. At the right time I aimed, the First Prince of Osmadra directed me to visit this place. And the weather. If it hadn't been such a deep misty day, could we have effectively used the Iron Maidens so far? That's the weatherproof serpent witch. The enemy's psychic was captured as planned. And then we take him hostage... Oi, what happened?"

It was then that Galussin raised his voice, stroking the iron maiden where Athelui's consciousness resided, like a toy.

Because Sidrellasikaya da Zu dumped the wet feather weave on the ground, along with the sound of the buckwheat.

On the contrary, the serpent witch looks defenseless and packs a step by step and a pause with Asuka.

"Well, you, Sidre..."

The moment even Galusin, who calls himself a fanatic for unexpected developments, voiced a halt, it happened.

When I wondered if the wind roared, the unpleasant discomfort hit me.

Aska remembers a severe tinnitus.

Go on and suffer.

My inner ear hurts badly.

"Severe barometric fluctuations? This."

He shields his ears with his hands and leaps backwards.

The decision is overwhelmingly correct.

"Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey."

I could see Galusin, who was in charge of Iron Maiden, retreating over Sidre's shoulder, who stood by if I looked at that voice, to take this opportunity to wander off.

"Let him go!

Where did the big mouth go, chasing Galusin, who hit the run early, and Aska tried to rush out.

I tried to regain Athelui's consciousness.

However, that was an impossible consultation.

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

A foggy book of milk-punched fog was sucked into one place, and I could see it turning into a giant tower that instantly stretched over the sky.

"Is this a tornado?! You're telling me that's true."

You were right.

This intense tinnitus and pain in the inner ear was caused in the course of a giant tornado between confronted Aska and Galucin.

Of course, there is no way that sudden barometric fluctuations can be a natural phenomenon.

Aska had captured the figure of the woman who was the culprit, in the center of the vortex-wrapping atmosphere.

And it is also that it instantly loses its appearance as a human being and turns into the monster of a wild giant serpent.

GoShaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

If Sidrellasikaya da Zu, who regained his appearance as a great sea serpent, growled (howls), a few of them bundled up and descended around him without responding.

Hail strikes the ground with strong winds and also fists.

Trees are broken and fires erupt, destroying the remnants of the temple that have endured wind and snow for thousands of years now.

This is the true "Hiragana" of the serpent witch, who has been secretly worshipped as the Lord of the Sea of Obsidian.

It is not a metaphor but a living storm (typhoon) itself.

"Damn it! Athelui, Athelui!

"It won't, Your Highness!

And still, it was one of those masters (Maestro): Darieri, who lurked here unprecedented, who tried to rub through the tornado that began to wind the vortex and pull it off to Athelui.

"Omae, where have you been?"

"There is nowhere else for me to pinch my mouth in the battle between the Spindle Capable. But everyone knows what to do in this situation. It's a retreat. We have to run!

Darieri advised with clarity, even though he was mocked by the aftermath of strong winds and hail.

"But Athelui, Athelui was captured! We have to help! We have to get it back!

"I watched some of the grunts around there all the time. I know everything. but that is also the story if the flesh of this Lord Athelui is safe. Look at the status quo. There's only a retreat now."

If you run your gaze, I see how you put him in the saddle. Athelui's flesh is there.

Whether the blood of a living horseback riding nation in the wilderness makes it so, Athelui's flesh manages to grab it in the saddle unconsciously.

Darieri deposited her unconscious Athelui flesh with the horse, and she ran across the pony.

Besides, I still took control of Asuka.

"And I'm also concerned about a guy named Gallucin, who's all that mottled up. That was some kind of move. Like a fox who pretends to be wazzy and injured and distracts the hunters from his people"

Aska was hacked by allegations from the Titans of Beauty, who had just assumed she was an amateur in the war.

From that point of view, I didn't know about the confusion that had occurred so far to keep me standing, but I see there is a bruise somewhere.

"No way, it's a trap"

"To shoot a general, shoot a horse first," some say. Your Highness would know. If His Royal Highness is to be made, Lord Athelui is just a horse. To capture the horse, there will be no such thing as a nearby trap man retreating. "

"If."

"It must be a trap. If not, I can't explain it."

Darieri said as he pushed Aska up onto the horse and allowed Athelui's flesh to hold.

"But no."

Aska, who is not convinced by it, unwittingly looks back at Gallucin.

Then, for some reason, I got eyes on Galucin.

The ironic grin appeared on his mouth - not because of his mind, I'm sure.

"Do you have someone you've noticed?"

I felt the man's lips move that way, the next moment.

As proof of Aska's suspicion, when Athelui's consciousness burst through Iron Maiden, the man ran with his sword in one hand.

"Don't miss it."

Now it sounded clear.

Cut through the wild storm, cut the hail that strikes, and Galushin fleshly pressures Aska as if to dance with the storm.

Superhuman physical ability.

The hindsight of Iron Maiden trying to escape in his heavy footsteps was undoubtedly an act to lure Aska.

"Your Highness, hurry up!

"But,"

Darieri tried to clap, but there was still a stray in Aska at this time.

Thoughts on Athelui.

untrained.

But there were no more while we were arguing.

In a few seconds, Galucin will surely strike both of us.

If that had happened - history would have moved in a different direction again.

Of course, it didn't.

It was then that Darieri took off the cover of the large luggage that the pony (pony) had him carry.

Then a number of objects popped out of the box hidden behind it, as if they had multiplied the tampon's cotton wool tens of times.

Flying from Darieri's luggage, the cotton wool is stirred by strong winds from the discharge, and no - naturally - it sucks towards the tornado.

It overlapped with Galuchin's approach to Aska, as shown in the figure.

"Shh. Yeah!

Screaming but fast, Galusin tried to leave this by waving the Holy Sword: Estradius.

As soon as possible, you will be struck by shocks and flashes as if they were direct strikes.

"What, muh?!

The shock plays the sword and further touches the cotton wool next door.

Then again, shocks and flashes occur - chain reaction after chain reaction.

"Gu, this isn't Focus. This smell, gunpowder."

Unlike the difficult Focus, which has stable performance outside the Closed Corridor, gunpowder-based weapons, like consumable items, show no problems whatsoever.

Indeed, both Darieri's showcased new weapon = floating lightning, but what should be said, was an obvious departure when it was in light of the current level of civilization in the Zodiac continent.

So is the technique of effectively using gunpowder in such inclement weather, but reacting to shocks and causing explosions - the so-called technology of a detonator is still unknown in the human area.

That is also evident from the amazement shown by Aska.

Innovative technology.

But it was not really a gift of super-civilization inherited from the age of God like Focus, but a technology that humans of this age had traced by trial and error.

And Darieri's group of unleashed lightning has succeeded in forcing Galucin to give up any deeper pursuits.

"What is that?!

"Explain later. The enemy looks upset. This is your chance! Escape!"

Aska asks, but Darieri gave top priority to retreat.

As the master put it, the hand of pursuit was loose.

Aska ran the horse with the thought of a severance.

Well, nevertheless.

In fact, the man, the last survivor of the Knights of the Oriental Diocese, did not fear Darieri's magical attack itself.

It wasn't unrelated, but it wasn't there that I was concerned.

First of all, I thought if Aska turned to counter-attack with this confusion, or if Garusin succeeded in recovering the Iron Maiden he let go of.

Then the plan itself is attributed to blisters.

If you're just going to take away the Iron Maiden that captured Athelui's consciousness in the first place, you don't need the role to be Prince: Askariya himself.

How can it be said that Osmadra's hand will not take action while Aska is attracting Galucin?

The Osmadra side was not the only one who was concerned about the possibility of separate teams and entanglers.

It is the battlefield that unforeseen things happen.

There is no reason why Galucin himself should not use the measures he has set up.

There is also the death of Asuka: Azril's powerful attack capability.

If you take that blow decently, even the immortal will not be immune to physical defects.

Even if that were temporary and renewable for Galucin, the man knew with his own hands that it would create a huge delay in the plan.

Of course, giving Galusin so much depth, the immortal and the "spindle capable," required the corresponding "spindle" workout, and if it were to cut head-on and confront each other one-on-one, Galusin had its own that didn't give him that gap.

However, there was a good chance that the floating lightning group released by Darieri would give Aska time to practice (...) and build up (...).

I actually experienced it, and I realized it.

If you go deep into the murmur, you don't know what kind of climax awaits you.

You can't lose a trump card named Athelui that you have now secured on hand for that.

Specifically, Galuchin had concerns about the uncertainty of a man named Darieri.

And more importantly, the Serpent Witch: Sidre's winding storm - an arbitrary rampage - was the biggest event for Gallucin to call unexpected.

I don't know if it's due to personal grievances, or even to the sexuality of the bloodthirsty serpent witches.

Whatever it was, the suddenly winding tornado brought an uncontrollable element of uncertainty to the battlefield.

That was why the last survivor of the Knights of Oriental Cathedral and a man calling himself a fanatic made him hesitate (cum) to pursue.

A tornado swallows the tornado and flashes a lightning bolt that Galuchin did not touch.

That light rises the silhouette of a giant serpent witch breathing behind a tornado.

A huge roar (like this) rocked the world again.

Whatever it is, this is how Aska takes off the danger.

Needless to say, the master (maestro) who spanned the pony led this.