Sanzen no Souru Supina

To resist the rapidly deepening night, the Maidens of the True Knight flying boat: Gail Drivre let a membrane of light (screen) unfold around the entire outer wall of the ship.

What happens after this to Osmahim's speech, which has stopped for a while, just after the citizens look at each other.

I wonder if Osmahim, wearing a golden helmet, and the blue-white flame lit over his head were capitalized. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. At midday, the flash came out of the membrane of light (screen).

People get their retinas burned by too much light and cover their faces with their hands.

So I didn't know the effect right away.

I just suddenly felt signs that someone was around me, and I heard them rumbling, crawling around in boredom, and screaming like, "My hair's still there."

Similar to the huge wind roar of Vuuruoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

People felt the muscular hands of bones and skins alone touch not so much their cheeks as their foreheads, and they smelled the smell of dying knowledge that the old clothes they had put together emitted.

Blinking burned my eyes, laying low, invisible.

It's the "Hiragana" that you can't even see, and people actually smelled fear as a smell.

Panic gets infected in the blink of an eye.

Osmahim overlaid his speech there.

"Look, people of Heliatium. What on earth have you built prosperity on (...)? That deceit, that deception, that secret mistake. I don't know why (...) I've been distracted."

Throughout the city where the confusion was extremed, its voice echoed like a sin from heaven.

"I've come to correct that mistake. So, take a good look, with those eyes. Listen carefully, with those ears. Smell it, with that nose. And know. My righteousness..."

Without grasping the facts, the people heard the Great Emperor.

yet equal to hearing God's guidance on a canoe flirting with the storm.

Osmahim's emitted light and voice surely acted on the way people were conscious.

Yes, the citizens of Heliatium were temporarily able to perceive the existence of the Gravekeeper of Dead Knowledge (Knowledge Reis) at this time.

The flames that dwelt on the top of Osmahim's head and the light it emitted were amplified into the flagship of the true knights' maidens: the flying boats: the membranes (screens) of the light of Gaeldrivle - "normal" the hearts of many of the citizens of Heliatium.

Let's dare to call that "sane".

But we can only leave it to future generations to decide whether a return to sanity was a good thing for the people.

However, only the principle of what was happening at this time has to be explained.

This confusion, which arose in a dazzling way, was caused by Osmahim's division of "After the Spindle" into people, using Focus, known as Alam Ra's Eyes.

"Spindle" means "after will".

So, what is "will" in the first place, when it comes to "the one that keeps thinking. I can define it as" those who do not give up their thoughts. "

Don't be afraid to get lost - admit that being lost is also a part of you.

If you affirm without fear of misunderstandings, Gedo is the essence of the Will and at the same time the Mother.

On top of that.

The tomb guards of dead knowledge (Knowledge Reyes) have so far allowed their fingertips to dive into the hearts of the people and distort their perceptions.

They have been working so hard on people's "whichever way they think" that they turn away from so many inconvenient incidents so far.

Using technology that touches the human heart where the technology of the old world has been traced.

Or we end up with the technology puppet ourselves.

Would it be easier to pass on those craftsmanship when it comes to "escaping reality that can be deliberately caused to others"?

Osmahim divided his "will" there, or "spindle".

This gave people a glimpse of what the world really is.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what is this!!!

"Though, Though, Though. Yep!!!

"No, come on, don't come on!!!

However, their cry was more to the fact that at some point we were surrounded by a herd of dead spirits than by the confusion of those who found the truth.

"Bullshit. After all, it is only trash such as the people. It's a very ugly state to watch. Is this what you wanted to do? My you, Osmahim."

"That's all right, Odile. For a human to rise to the next stage, a false sugar coat, a false spore coat, must be torn away."

Odile said, not trying to imitate contempt, looking down from the sky at a folk who was struck by terrible chaos and became too thug of fear.

Osmahim's words against are calm.

"What has ever believed has come secured by any falsehood? If we don't stick to that fact, humans will remain the same."

I see, the words of the Great Sovereign, who represents the Arabic community, had inclusions (cancer chiku).

The Osmadra Empire has promoted to SS many of the boys and girls of the Ixophone countries it has swallowed up so far, but the education that is given to them at that time is exactly what Osmahim calls an abandonment of religion due to "allegations of errors of faith and belief".

"Cloth is an innocently stainable thing. We need to start by pulling out the other colors."

Odile laid his eyes slightly down at Osmahim's monologue.

Maybe that was her way of showing mercy to the man I called you.

There would have been somewhere to think to the man whom Brunfroyde, sister of the soul, loved, even though there were only a few maidens of true knights whose ruthlessness was riddled with ice statues.

There was no such thing as noticing Odile's sentiments, and the great emperor of Osmadra resumed his attackers.

"Behold, listen, and smell. Dear heliatium gentlemen. Falsification, deception, deception. And ask for help. A distinction from a past full of falsehoods."

Osmahim's words, which can be thrown from the sky, become light and strike people.

The hit rolls to the ground, holding his head, stuffy and crazy.

Spit back what is in your stomach, even accompanied by incontinence.

It was the face to face with the truth that had been so distracting, and the overwhelming compulsion pouring down from the sky, which had affected even the flesh, causing intense rejection.

A crowd fleeing the fallen mortal tramples on, and the cry of the severed demon rises.

This is how hell (...) in the name of salvation unfolds.

"Go down, to my military gate. That doesn't mean the end. You will be reborn, as the inhabitants of a new world. Let me give it to you."

It's a good choice - Osmahim's voice overwhelms the whole city of Heliatium, which has turned into a crucible of sniffles.

As such, will another eternal capital be reborn as the land of heroes listed by Osmadra and the true knight maidens?

When the people looked up at the sky again at the extreme of the confusion - the objection became an actual phenomenon and came from the bottom of the earth.