Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Movement of Swiftness!

That's what he shouts. No, Aska ran through Ashley's side like a disease.

Running through, touching Ashley's back.

As soon as possible, the "spindle" rhythm was transmitted, and I learned that Asuka's alien powers were of the type that also worked for Ashley.

I feel a fragrance similar to that of a smear flower, not in the nasal cavity, but in the back of my brain.

The scent of Aska's "Spindle".

That fits Ashley's impression perfectly, I think.

Then I wrapped my tongue around the bravery of the princess of Aram.

Flesh the unstable scaffolding into the giant of the frama in one breath.

It's a thought that doesn't make you feel the fear or the dust.

The seawater blows up because of the flamma rumbling around one day, and the scaffolding is extremely bad.

Aska jumped without hesitation into a phase that could be fatal if the water took her legs off.

Ashley remembered the conversation she had had beforehand.

It happened shortly afterwards, and I couldn't hear her very well - "There's a human being out there who wants to help." - She must have snapped.

This resolute behavior of Aska seems to have a cause there.

Pottery, and a bat came crashing before the scratch.

Ashle took it with her head.

It is shortly after a single shot combining restraint on the fallen children of the frama that gushes out (yuzu) without kilometers and the signals sent by their companions who will be separated and will continue to explore somewhere in this frama drifting temple.

Dragon Spear: Ashley looked familiar to that bat, who must have lost his sense of position because of the invisible particles that the "Shivnir" light strip scattered in the atmosphere.

"Hilary! You're safe!

Ashle accidentally held Hilary in her chest, then cheeked.

Aska welcomed with surprise the bat she was turning her eyes on with an inadvertently sensual look on her face.

"Good, I was worried. If you're okay, Theon's gonna be okay."

Saying so, Ashle stroked Hilari thoroughly.

My child, my beloved daughter, seems so adorable.

Even from Aska's point of view, Hilari was a beautiful princess.

I'm not sure about the bat aesthetic, but the glossy body hair was beautiful, only the neck muscles were white and of different hair quality, clearly entangling (well) the noble atmosphere.

Ashley's way of clinging to her breasts is reminiscent of her poor maiden.

It was also irresistibly sensual for the trick of narrowing the eyes with the lull of a human face loss to go hand in hand with its overly cute appearance.

I was allowed to touch it with my permission, but if I was given such a touchy coat, it just felt like most of my daughters would forgive my lips.

Besides, it smells like a noble rose.

"I told you earlier, it's the Princess of the Night Devil's family."

Ashley said, putting a hilarity in the hood that protected her own collar.

My love for Ashley also propagates to Asuka because it's what Hilary does with her sweet maiden tricks on the neck muscles of her loved ones.

"You're loved."

It was Asuka, not Ashle, who was upset by the fact that she had an indelible cut on her just feelings that she shouldn't have meant to.

Ashley looks at Aska seriously in silence.

Asuka asked him to fold it up because the rashes were worse.

"Do you love me? The... the devil's daughter at night, still."

Ashle put aside only one beat.

As always, I knew it was a question I shouldn't ask.

It is a sincere silence.

peculiar when humans consolidate their readiness.

"That's right. Definitely, I can't help it, I love you"

Asuka felt a pain that she could not hide from her chest.

Still, I didn't get emotional because I was proud to be royal.

"How about the Princess of the Diaspora - assimilated to your childhood friend?"

"Same. I love you. incomparable."

Not between, not lost, Ashley responded. Perseverance.

If God was to punish, when he stood in front of God without cowardice, he was the face of a man so prepared.

"Me too... I wish I had been born on the side of Ixism"

Aska said away with a mocking (bruising) grin.

Ashley loses track of the story and seriously reviews Aska.

"That would have charged him with heresy. The Holy Knight is bigamous, besides, in relation to demons. I'm sure it'll be a sure fire."

Ashle was puzzled that what Aska was trying to say could not be absorbed.

This one, really Park Min-Jen, I think Aska.

I laugh as soon as I can.

No matter how, discover that I no longer hate Ashley.

"Under Aram's code, if an unmarried daughter allowed a man to be naked, he would either get married or he would have to kill the other. If you can't do either, there's no other way to prove your innocence."

Tong, and Ashle was poked in the chest with her finger.

"It's a cultural lecture"

How could Ashle have interpreted that Asuka's cheek, which tells her so in a pranky tone, was stained with Zhu and tears accumulated in his blue eyes?

Ashle watched as she ran up the giant of the Frama unarmed as Asuka twisted the hem of her clothes like Hayabusa, who had set her aim.

Ashley didn't even bluntly spot Ashley's sincerity, but it's only painfully conveyed that Ashley is now taking action to save those she cares about by storming the enemy line.

I couldn't find a worthy word of gratitude.

If you can talk about that time again, you can't be a man unless you hear Aska's wish and make it happen, Ashley thinks.

From the swinging high ground, there was a subtlety as to whether we should let the sniper eat again or target Todome with assault system moves.

Either way, the enemy's reaction to the attack should not seem to inhibit Aska's actions on the frama.

Unintentional reflexive behavior is the most terrifying.

Because I can't make predictions.

Nevertheless, Aska's foot judgment was too brilliant.

Suitable to describe it as superhuman.

Heterogeneity: Ashle saw and understood the manoeuvre, saying that Movement of Swiftness seemed not only to be at the disadvantage of scaffolding, but also its ability to ignore strong winds and even scaffold the sea level.

But that doesn't explain Asuka's physics.

There was an overwhelming flexibility there, like that of a Mai princess.

I am the goddess of triumph dancing the sword.

This one is more dynamic than Zion's.

Activate the "Aura Brow" with the "Spindle" passing through your hands and feet to dot the "Aura Brow" without losing speed at all while running up the back of the frama.

The treasure sword that is at the core of "Raydian Arder" with the momentum as it is: Reaching out to Jambiya.

Moments, the sunlight converged and my body became light.

"Antares Fall!

Aska gave her own blood to the blade spinning at high speed.

The blood pulled its tail like a thin thread and became a conductor.

As Aska descends on the neck of the frama, she waves her bloody hand to guide her.

And Jambiya, who became a sphere of shining blades, clashed.

The gravity pulled the star into the ground, but every now and then the energy was in the blade.

The divine punishment itself that strikes at evil. Undisputed "Hiraki", itself.

In the Nakama demon, it is an extreme super technique that is even difficult to retain its existence.

However, Frama was also a mythically spoken being, albeit evil.

A roaring roar stands all around the ship at once.

- "Torment Scream".

The attack that drove Ashley and the others into a crisis of devastation was launched again.

Frama's arm, which devoured Ashle's blow and freed Zion, now stretches for an overhead asca.

An awesome sound pressure from "Torment Scream" shot Aska, who was completely defenseless during the end of the major moves.

Close range - An explosion of alien energy, which was also propagated as a motorized shockwave directly from the back of the vocal organ, mahisses the motor nerves and vibrates the moisture in the body violently.

It's like being packed in a leather bag and rarely beaten from all sides.

And the leather bag itself is your own flesh. There is no escape.

If Aska is not a "spindle" capable person, her guts are turning into pieces of meat.

Obu, and Asuka had diarrhea.

She had a concussion and a crumb, and Frama's two arms were trying to crush her.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

When I noticed, my vision was stained bright red with anger.

No, I guess it's also because I went within the effects of "Torment Scream".

The capillaries in the eyeballs and nasal cavity may have been cut.

But even Hippo, who is aware of that, is not in Ashley right now.

The Movement of Swiftness, which remained on, gave me the speed of the disease.

- Cross Bain Fire Drakes.

Dragon Spear: Ashle was releasing her own dangers without even skimming the great moves of preparing herself to crush the ball from the flash of "Shivnir" to storm together the light. It was usually a move to be made only on horseback, but the Movement of Swiftness supported a reckless progression that could also be described as a jump, an alien that would allow for paranormal manoeuvre.

I ran down almost vertically.

Accelerate as the world blows away.

Ashley was able to increase faster, and accidentally took advantage of the raised foot.

Ashle herself landed, barely letting her hair in for a while and becoming a mass shell along with a light strip.

Geez, the giant of the evil god Frama leans heavily.

The boiling fluid stings.

He inflicted enough damage to make him crooked.

But the next moment - Ashley got all hairy.

So much so that I'm almost in a panic.

There were at least three lives I had to help.

For one thing, Aska.

Her body was dancing through the universe, unconscious due to a concussion and a grudging roar: hurting her athletic ability by The Torment Scream.

For one thing, Illis.

He sat on a crushed deck, desperately sheltering himself (kaba) from the family of Frama.

For one thing, Theon.

He is stripped (ha) of his pitch-black dress without remnants and lies unconscious naked.

The Holy Sword: It was being submerged in the sea with the "Rose Absolute".

Every one of them was irreplaceable.

Ashley didn't have time to wonder what to do.

For a moment only, I see Iris beyond the scattered pieces of wood.

I helped Zion and saw his lips become a screaming snail.

With an awesome roar.

And at that moment, Ashle had already taken her hands off (Shivnir) and kicked Frama's chest plate.

With a punch, set up a hip gladius.

It was old-fashioned and sent by my father in celebration of his awakening as a "spindle" capable man.

Although it was not the Cathedral Knights' controlled equipment, because of the nature of the soldier in the army called the Holy Knight, considerable accommodation was allowed with regard to reserve weapons (because the uniquely painted army would be strong on human opponents, but extremely vulnerable to unusual external enemies and conditions such as demons) Ashle used this weapon regularly.

Carmandras (now: Esperalgo) regional Gladius - also known as Farkata - is a weapon that, unlike that for infantry, which is a straight sword, has a forecurved shape.

Excellent for spikes and slaughter.

In fact, it went well with Ashle's style of handling spears on horseback.

Even if not as good as Agantilis period, it was a sufficiently ancient substitute - also an antique.

Designed undead birds are carved near the tip.

Ashley will never forget the day they sent it.

I never told my father about my young dream, but my chest got hot that Father: Gresnau had a good understanding of Ashle's thoughts.

Ashley's, if it is, young dream of living in ancient research.

Born to nobility, therefore, the father may have felt responsible for the imposition on his son of the statute of inability to live as he thought.

I wasn't apologized for saying it.

It's not like I'm apologizing again.

I was just happy with the interest.

At the cutting edge, Ashley passed the "Spindle".

- "Aura Burst".

The purely developmental form of Aura Brow, which oscillates the power of the "Spindle" engraved in his own blood and serves as a light blade.

The light blade will grow even longer and increase penetration.

With its light blade hoisted like a pine light, Ashle stuck it into a whirlpool of blowing wood pieces.

Naturally, but innumerably, that pierces me.

Breaking through his clothes, his blood shattered relentlessly.

But I didn't cower.

Protecting the minimum area with an additional light blade, Ashle arrived instead of the beloved Princess of the Night Devil.

Moments later, the blade smashed to pieces.

It was proof of what would happen if we dealt with the "Spindle" and the alien powers it triggered with an instrument that was not bracketed by a mighty curse, let alone "Focus".

The blade shatters like a barbecued vessel tapped to the ground, as if the pattern had lost the thought it contained.

But Ashley didn't get attached.

He looked away at his wounded body and held Zion.

Ashle's decision was wrong if you think calmly.

If we were to prioritize human life, Theon, the immortal, would have had to be the last one to think about it.

You should have helped either of them, Aska, who suffered obvious serious injuries, Iris, left in the middle of an avalanche of blowing pieces of wood, or even the two of them.

Yet Ashley rushed to Zion.

Without even trying to save the danger.

Was that a brutal choice?

No, it wasn't.

Ashle held Zion in her left arm.

He was passing a "spindle" all over his body, increasing his basal muscle strength.

Genius: The Indomitable Might.

The Unyielding Power, translated as Spindle's Operating Law.

Lift gently, also helping Theon's own lightness of weight.

Descent King: After a battle with Gran, Ashle's skill as a "spindle" capable man was showing an extraordinary rise.

And Ashley went into a flighty action that no one could have anticipated.

Gun, "Spindle" was roaring up at the fist he shook up.

Gripped with full force, Ashley slaps it.

To where? To Rose Absolute. to the pattern.

Out of the way, I heard a beating.

Then there was a dramatic phenomenon.

The explosive momentum turned the Holy Sword into a bush.

It came out as a running stream. That tore Ashle's fist, which was not the original Lord, to bits with every glove, but Ashle twists the pain down with "will".

Indeed, Zion once turned the blade into a bush and anonymously passed the Rose Absolute through the eyes of his enemies.

I think Ashley was helped by the bush and became one of Zion's friends.

Ashley drew on the properties of Rose Absolute.

Otherwise, the bet's - no, there was a chance. It's Illis.

She didn't instruct the candidates to be helped, just because of their height.

The vessel of knowledge imitating glasses: "Spectacles".

From that vast amount of browsing material, I kept looking into the art of getting rid of this absolute predicament until the end.

And in that instant eye contact, it was transmitted to Ashley.

Maybe the curse of love passed between Iris and Ashley made it possible.

That understanding and the gift of intuitively understanding the use of the sacred artifact or comparable artifact: Focus, just by touching it or seeing it, were also chemically reacted to by Ashle herself.

That, for the most part, was given to a heart-tender boy who loved antiquity and loved his historical heritage - it was supposed to be a small gift.

Ironically, however, Ashle did not detain that little gift on the battlefield, which must be waved in the dead.

With explosive momentum, a blue flower petal is blown out.

It caught and disconnected scattered pieces of wood.

As an anchor that connects and stops a world that is thwarted and collapsed by a voice of anguish.

From the wreckage of a falling giant ship, it becomes an umbrella that protects those who should be in its refuge.

Its blue rose (bulb) bush, the incarnation of the sacred relic, was an inviolable barrier.

And Ashley drove (shiatsu) over it with Zion in his arms.

If you were conscious, or if Zion wasn't even the Night Devil, one, you could have been running out.

However, I could not leave the Princess of the Devil at the bottom of the Rose Absolute on an unconscious night.

Even if not as much as when he was taking the look of a sword, this (bulwark) had power as a clear obstacle to the outside world.

of the (bulky) runoff blowing up in response to Ashley's "Spindle". I just couldn't leave her.

Occasionally, both soles became uneven.

It was even possible to drive over the pulsating (bulk) thanks to the Movement of Swiftness, which gives superhuman mobility, but it was only the ability to support one human being.

The disease with Scion was beyond its limits.

The sharpness of the thorns in the slices of the thick skinned soles was certainly the result of the Rose Absolute.

But Ashley didn't cower.

Straight to the expected drop point in Aska.

Whether the aftertaste of Antares Fall released just before softens gravity (because the activation sequence of the move works with the user's safeguards) or because the aftermath of Torment Scream strikes like a wave, even then Aska's body was still in space.

Bloody diarrhea (shabu-shabu) was splashed and scattered, bleeding from both nose and ear.

The capillaries are torn.

Ashley ran. As far as power is concerned.

Besides, he was attacked by brutal estimates.

Whether it was a perceptual ability enhanced by the Spindle or a warrior, I didn't know, but I got to a certain decisive fact.

I can't make it.

No, maybe we can make it.

But for that we have to throw away the extra load.

Specifically, now, take the Night Demon Princess in your left hand.

There is not enough acceleration created by the mass, muscle strength and reaction of the arm to be shaken out.

Humans don't just run on legs.

Full force disease is a movement that uses all five bodies to unlock their potential.

No matter how much I was working out my legs, it took an upper body, arm swing, to get maximum acceleration.

To do this, the extra ballast had to be disconnected immediately.

I mean, give me Scion.

There was no way I could.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ashley growled (howled).

Or use some moves - like Crossbain Firedrakes, for example - and you might have made it if you stuffed the distance forcefully.

However, Ashley was already defenseless.

In reason, I understood that I had already exhausted all measures.

He said he did everything he could against a harsh fate.

Who said they acted enough to admit it?

But I wasn't allowed to give up.

No, I didn't forgive myself.

The more I fall, the more I lean forward.

I felt so overloaded that my arms would be ripped off.

His lungs swelled and his blood vessels all over his body dilated and rose.

It was evidence that Ashle's cardiopulmonary function and circulatory system were sending oxygen into the flesh, at a terrible rate.

At last, the thorn pierced the boot, and the blood smudged.

Still, Ashley didn't stop her leg.

If the flesh senses severe pain, it will no longer be able to run.

So Ashley ran.

But Aska's falling fast for a moment.

I found out about that.

I hate reason for being too clear.

A beastly cry burst out of my throat.

At the predicted distance to the point of settling, and then, just, a few meters.

That slight distance was hopelessly far away.

If you even made it, cushion ourselves - using the muscle strength enhanced with Indomitable Might for the spring - and yet.

Can't fate be changed?

It was the moment when Ashle's heart was about to be broken.

Hiya, and Ashley saw a swordfish illusion.

Rising airflow? And I felt the wind blow somewhere in my mind.

And that flew in.

"Yaaaaaaaa, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

A man was dancing in the universe.

with hair like a bird's nest.

The interior of the coat is very colourful.

All the Skyle Mail armor you wear is ancient gold coins and jewellery.

Also, with a silly, fun look.

It was an impossible form of flight.

My body is bent in the direction of lateral rotation as if it were a boomerang.

Flying, rather than being struck out, was the right way to fly.

A hole was pierced in the fog vale by super moves, growling and shock, and the moon was visible.

The blue flowers of Rose Absolute and the flames lit by the remnants of Antares Fall were illuminating from the bottom.

Ashley stood there with her mouth open, pompous.

It is Isma.

As usual, it was an impermeable appearance of common sense.

That unrealistic flying object catches Aska and crashes as-is.

Ashley didn't know if the situation had improved or worsened.

Anyway, I was only certain that the status quo had gone beyond my reach.

I didn't even explain what kind of alienation it was.

It's too much of a deal.

I rushed to see the drop point.

There he is.

It is a sheep.

It was like I was just saying that I was here about this, and I was taking the two of you.

Ashle herself, from her last experience, knew very well that the dream-comfortable body hair of the leg sheep was the best life-saving tool.

Isma is turning her eyes.

I had no idea if it was amazing, crazy, or both.

I didn't know, but I was so happy, I cried.

Totally incomprehensible, but very izumatic, and I couldn't wait to be glad that such a creature lived, that the world allowed its survival.

Frama's face was in front of him.

Ashley was unarmed, and stood on a floating island that began to float around the fire, on top of the worldly majesty, relative to the goddess.

If this lonely goddess had a companion just like herself, this would not have happened, but it brought up a feeling of certainty.

Come to think of it, it's a funny story.

That's about the Frama droppers.

How can they "try to salvage others" when they are supposed to be "already saved" by bonding to and assimilating with the frama?

Would that be "because others seek salvation"?

No, no, Ashley thinks.

That must be because the droppers are not "saved for the most part".

If you don't keep saving someone, "because you can't fool yourself" if you don't keep absorbing assimilation by calling it salvation.

"We were saved," he said.

That's why he said, "Most of us are on the side of saving".

It was such a terrible deception.

There was no "self to save" there.

All other personnel, pictorial affairs, round tossing, sardines.

The existence of the "self to save myself" was decisively lacking.

Everyone pushed him.

To her, to Frama, the role of that "thing that keeps saving me".

I was angry.

Not against people.

Against the power to "do so" people.

In front of me, Frama is crying.

He covered his face with his hands and covered his unbroken wounds with tears of blood.

I want to save this one, Ashley felt painful.

I want to cut off the 'twists' of overly irresponsible people and put them back in one person.

That's what I thought sincerely.

Straight, relative.

Ashley, that's why she didn't even notice.

I was dreaming that Zion, who was still being held, was fascinated by his flimsy eyes.

"Help you, help"

From legends, from myths, from people's "twist" stories, from their cursive circuits - from curses.

Ashley made a clear declaration, though.

Swear, with sincerity.

Oddly enough, it was the same as Zion's own vow to save his countrymen.

In that arm, looking up at the knight who takes the oath, oh, I think Theon.

I can't keep this man in my possession.

To bind this man, to monopolize, must not be.

It's just... I can't help it anymore, that it belongs to this man.

And then one of my last buddies stepped down to the battlefield to respond to Ashley's vows.

While vibrating golden claw teeth and roaring similar to dragon roars (howls).

"The earth is in the earth, the ashes are in the ashes, the dust is in the dust - Frama, let's cut it off, its bitter raw"

Norman Burgest Harvey.

The Knights of Catel Hospital are proud, the lead knight.

"It's time to unload the load. You saved too much already. It's mostly your turn to be saved. Let us take on that role."