Sanzen no Souru Supina

Whenever Norman shook down "Arman," a roar reminiscent of a lion's roar (like this), a dramatic effect appeared.

"The Hand of the Frama", with its eyes where six priests wanted to join and become a huge mass, is a hook claw at the jaw gate (after) of the dragon: one of the "Arman", losing most of its mass and flying.

Severe pain or anger? Frama screamed but no longer had the destructive power of "Torment Scream".

The "Rose Absolute" (Bulb), so lush as to cover a strip, was connecting the wreckage of the ship and creating a flexible and strong cage (Vagina).

Like a shotgun to there, the fallen boys jump off the back of the frama.

"You fleas!

Norman speaks out in anger.

Indeed, in the sense of a parasite hitting the goddess, the allegation was firing a target.

Considering the size equivalent of a human being, on the contrary, originally a human being itself, though it was a frustrating imagination.

Norman wipes out the rain of his meat chunks with a body technique that can only be described as genius, and sees a deadly dozen.

After Norman's passage, the monsters break.

Ashley managed to get down to the corner of the deck that became the main battlefield in order to join herself.

But in the meantime, Rapid Stream ran out and became a shark that rolled into severe pain.

It was nothing but the will that barely swapped my body to protect Zion.

Illis rushed over to try and match his worn clothes, breathtaking.

Ashley was much more seriously wounded than she thought.

A number of pieces of railings stood poking at each other, as they received splashed pieces of wood in the shelling.

It's like getting a few arrows or spears.

The back of the foot is peeled back and the meat is shredded.

While in this state, Ashley came running with Zion at all costs.

Heavy pain and shock-induced cramps (convulsions) struck Ashle's entire body as the exaltation brought about by the Indomitable Might, which increases her basal muscle strength and strengthens her skeleton, farther away.

Desperately biting to death the whimper was about to leak, Iris put together to knit his fingers in both hands.

Genius: Hands Knitted Heels.

A higher-level move to reknit tissue using your life force as a catalyst to heal even serious injuries.

My body moved unexpectedly.

It's as if you know the answer.

First of all, it was a foot wound.

Wood pieces in the torso were dangerous on their own because they were taken in at a rapid rate of healing, and because the bleeding became worse as they were removed.

Iris becomes intolerable on the way to healing and spills tears.

Ashley was hurt so much by following Iris' instructions.

Even though there was only one way to do it, even if it was something like that, Ashley's innocuous appearance was embarrassing to Iris.

"Aram's princess is fine, 'cause wow, Ashley, this is terrible"

While I'm doing that, Izma, who's regained consciousness, rushes over.

When I saw the upset Illis, Isma said.

"Daijibu, I have you. I'll be fine."

I took off my cape as I said, and when I wrapped Scion, I let him go aside.

Followed by an iris in a jacket.

This kind of place is a gentleman.

"The princess is fine. He's a night devil, he's sturdy."

If Zion was awake, Isma ran out of lines about to get beaten up.

Illis could see that he was deliberately behaving that way, and he could laugh so hard.

"Yes, because if the helpers look sad, they won't be able to get anything that works."

From behind it, Aska appeared with a firm foothold.

He guarded the Frama's sonic attack with a "spindle" rhythm and managed to avoid lethal damage.

Still, I didn't spare the stun, but there was also proper healing of Izma and he recovered quickly.

The Asuka is breathtaking to see how Ashley is doing.

"Are you okay?"

Let me handle it.

"Because you tried to help me."

Oh, Ashley, and Aska was kneeling (kneeling first).

"It's like you can't abandon a girl who's involved in any of this, and then you're worried that she might die because of Sole. Yeah, brother."

Anyway, because I did, too. Come on, hot guys are tough, and Isma gets teared up.

Aska grabbed the chest.

I guess I felt the same way because if Aska hadn't, Illis would have.

"Shit, gibberish, gibberish, up"

"Don't even joke about it!

"If you don't hurry, it'll be too late."

One of them made it worse, and Aska freed Isma.

"What can I do to help?

"Have you ever seen surgery or anything?

Sift, Aska shook her head and nodded, I guess.

"So will you keep the droppers away from me? It's a delicate job."

Knocking, Asuka set up Jambiya and returned to the battlefield.

At the last moment, look back at Ashley for a moment.

"How much do you love me?"

Isma, shrugging her shoulders and laughing, had eyes to eyes with her serious face Iris.

"Frama wants help"

Seriously, Iris said.

Isma turned off her grin and relative to Iris.

Then, examine Ashley's condition so as to make fun of her.

I didn't ask, the attitude.

"From the worst, let's get started. It's a miracle you don't have lethal in your gut. You sick son of a bitch."

Isma's tone was that of his brother, who blames his brother for his recklessness.

"I'm gonna pull it out, so will Iris fix it at the right time? Uh," Hands Knitted Heels "? It's okay, just calm down and get the timing right.

But you can't cut it off completely. It's troublesome if there are fragments left. We'll seal it up gradually while we remove just the big ones. "

The apparatus that is taken out while you say it looks like a torture device.

Bracketed by a curse, they say it's clean.

Isma looks familiar, letting Ashley bite (or) the shackles of her mouth, containing a pain-relieving spirit medicine (Payne Killer).

Wash your hands with strong alcohol.

"Okay? [incomprehensible]

Isma put her foot on Ashle's body and pulled out the fragments.

I don't mean lightly.

Deep-standing spears are not easy to pull out with tight meat.

Same reason.

More and more blood erupted.

Ilis connects from his thick artery in the Hands Knitted Heel and goes into the plug.

Izma sticks the instrument and fingers into the wound and takes out the fragments.

Ashle's flesh spasmed (convulsions) severely.

Even if you take a psychotropic pill, you still have unimaginable pain.

The shackles, that's why I needed them.

Don't accidentally bite your tongue. Don't let the teeth you tried to endure the pain get missing.

"It's hard, that's the Holy Knight. If you're a regular person, you're just rambling out that you're not tying your hands and feet. It's amazing."

Isma praises Ashley precisely.

There would be no more hands-on work in the Pope's Agency Annex Hospital either.

Surgical surgery in this era, where complete anesthesia and so on are not desirable, requires the cooperation of the patient just moments ago.

So the Mouth Triple (Chicken Meat) was part of a fine medical practice.

Thanks to the precise processing, the treatment of the most dangerous areas was completed.

At that time Isma opened her mouth.

"I was just talking about it," he said.

"Are you talking about Frama?

Listening to Iris' reaction, Isma won't stop.

Norman and even though Aska added there, the war situation is not always stable.

The opponent's maximum battle power is over thousands when he's bad, so there's no time to waste.

momentum, the two will talk while performing therapeutic acts.

"You said you were looking for help. How do you not know?

"I heard. No, should I say I sensed it... is it correct that I sensed it... touched my heart? Caught, you know, while they were in contact."

Izma's red eyes turned to Iris only for a moment.

The color of vigilance was there.

Iris is the first to see Isma's face like that.

So, my God, they turned the water from Isma.

Even though I said it myself, Illis became more in the mood of being interrogated than questioned.

"While they were touching me, images were pouring in. Frama's.

Two items came out there. Disconnect the silver mask and the town of knowing the right future.

Then they begged me to regain my sanity.

So - that, roaring in front of us now, is not the right appearance of Frama. That's what they did to everyone's Negative: Aspect -- it's just "phase."

"I see."

Isma replied emotionally.

But there Iris felt surprised.

Suspected.

I even felt like I had been overlooked by an experience that I and Theon would have shared somewhere, and Iris found frustrating.

"Don't you believe me?

"Iris - why don't you stop playing games? Iris, do you know about the powers that belong to Erosion Intrude? Excellent at the overloads, but also in the" spindle "moves properly.

Manipulating the human mind, not in the textbooks on the table - the myriad of obliterated powers "

Isma said, plugging (fuzzing) Ashle's wound.

"They, evil gods and overloads are no longer mankind. Don't think like yourself.

You have such an incompetence, no matter how good a addition or subtraction can push you against someone with a lie that's convenient to you.

I don't have a conscience, so I don't hesitate or get sick about it.

They use that power just as easily, effortlessly, as humans do to spit lies.

Having direct contact with their minds is as dangerous as that. "

Iris loses his breath and words.

Isma is also wary of Iris.

"But that was, that was the scream of Frama's heart!

"Maybe. But I can't believe my heart doesn't have a lie. That's a lie.

There's a saying that you don't lie to your heart, but that means that human behavior doesn't want you to follow your heart, and that doesn't prove that your heart itself isn't a lie, does it?

I don't know, it's just a convenient world interpretation of that individual projecting on the inside, isn't it?

To Isma, who tells him so, Illis had a bottomless fear.

"So Izma - I'll stop whimpering too - is me or Theon contaminated with Erosion (Intrude)? It's not my idea."

"That's too polar, Illis. I didn't even confirm it, but I can't say enough about that.

Well, I do suspect a little.

But just because they didn't "erode" me, and because what Frama told me wasn't a lie, it was a bad idea to swallow it. "

"What... does that mean?

Over there began to sound some intense combat music.

It's a symphony of blood, flesh and bone, steel and heart hitting each other.

"Do you remember the curse?

"Are you telling me that it's the curse that makes all the solutions obvious that belongs to the advanced?

"That's it, it's still there."

I didn't know what kind of soul dare you to ask me that, so I told you a story that I had to save.

Isma closed her eyes looking sorry.

In the meantime, only his hands move visibly to stop Ashley's life.

He was hands-on like a skilled weaver.

"There's a better way to curse."

Uh, and Iris stiffened.

Then, understanding the sincerity of what Isma was about to tell him as soon as possible, he was attacked by fear.

You know what I mean?

There was a grin in Isma's mouth asking that.

A terribly rusty, lonely grin.

When Illis couldn't answer, he said, well, to whisper.

I was whispering, but I heard it clearly.

"It's... the curse that solves it causes much more fatal things."

If what is a military god exists, then I guess it looks like this.

If there is a godly thing, it would be this way of making a appearance.

The surcoat was riddled with hook tears, and the chainmail worn underneath it was also torn off and detached itself.

The forged flesh is revealed.

Thick blood vessels were bulging and bundles of muscles were twisting.

Above all, it was anger that was poking and moving men.

He was a knight who everyone else would admit was not an emotional man.

Everyone hailed me as a calm, fair, and fair person, and I was aware of that myself.

Norman is convinced that he is not proud, that he has not tried to behave appropriately in his position, but that, as a human land, he is of that nature.

And yet, what anger gushes from the depths of this heart?

Norman introspects while dealing with thousands of enemies on his own.

Because they are God's enemies who should be destroyed?

No.

Then you wouldn't have been able to see Isma, Zion, the earthspider or the devil's daughter at night.

So this is to Frama, who once made tens of millions of human beings and now thousands of people his own ugly family?

No.

Then I wouldn't have declared "save" etc, even if it were convenient.

So, what the hell is this anger?

Norman looks at himself in the midst of flesh and passion as hot as fire.

The bottom of my heart.

The root of my anger.

And I realized that was rooted in myths and legends hidden truths.

Devices that unravel the underlying questions are hidden at their root.

Not to be told, not to be revealed, the truth.

For whom, Norman hits the enemy in front of him with a roll of blood.

For anyone, that fact, the truth, must not be revealed.

hears his own voice barking and howling from afar.

To someone who isn't me, the ability to "do so" to push the role - "Nerd".

Also, it can make it possible - a tease in this world that Norman can't perceive.

And the weakness of the minds of those who don't even think deeply about it and get attached to them.

Norman was furious with all of them, including himself.

Then I found another emotion.

That resembled romance.

Being Park Min-jin, I have an expression of love and admiration - I don't understand it well.

But to Frama, or to being impersonated with responsibility like Frama and denigrated by evil gods, or by “evil," it was an emotion that I could only describe as a love without a whole, yes.

I wanted to settle for that distorted role and the raw I had to keep fulfilling it, and give him guidance.

It felt that all those burdens must be restored by man to his human back.

If at the very least you declare that this is the world of humans - that responsibility must be borne by humans.

Or, Norman thinks.

Stand up unexpectedly.

Or are you saying that in the past, in the age of legacy, humans have tried to abandon the world for the renunciation of their responsibilities - to get to that question?

Are you saying that all the questions you have asked so far are the opposite of cause and effect?

I mean, the world is harsh, but, therefore, people didn't make a decision they couldn't catch up with, but because people can't give up their responsibilities - just for that matter - didn't they "do that" the world?

No way, my whole body cooled down like I was showered with cold water.

The droppers didn't miss that moment.

Beyond the hosts, there were priests across the hills to Frama.

Let the unbelievers, who do not fear God, devour the divine punishment.

Everything happened in unison.

Hundreds of arms struck Norman simultaneously.

A pitch-black runoff shoots at his shaken arm.

It was the work of the priests.

The flesh of the priests was overflowing with a flock of resentments from a darkened hole, which at some point was perfected, and it was attacked with a semi-material presence.

- "Hexam of Four Seikens".

The plagues and all the injuries and imperfections that Frama has received, they are not erased.

It is something that must be redeemed somehow so that many of the healing powers and moves seek the life force of those who exercise it at their price.

There is no way that Frama and his family could have exercised salvation free of charge.

Their own appearance would have been the price for it first.

And it was the evil mass of thought controlled by this delusion that was its manifestation.

The enormous resentment of those who had been abandoned and continued to be ignored by the world struck Norman as six runaways.

It sounded like rubbing the glass against the steel.

There's resentment. Huge curse rubble (crumble) as you sing a bullshit curse poem: "Hexam of Four Seeks" flies away.

It was the sacred relic that received it: if not "Arman", it would have been taken with every arm.

Claw fangs emitting pitch-black thunderbolts: The oscillating part of "Arman" cut off the grudges a lot more than it did, but it was just one of a bunch of six pillars of grudges.

Once again in one piece overhead, they shared the wounds equally and hit Norman again, looking almost the same as before.

Bullshit grown random pile teeth were beeping uncomfortably.

Norman's posture collapses dramatically due to the impact of the collision.

Crowded Droppers and Hexam of Four Seeks, if any alone, Norman might still have cut it off.

But the situation was too unfavourable.

During the battle, Norman mocked himself for forgetting the battle.

I thought it was a natural ending.

An absolute place of death was emerging.

But I didn't think it would be a good idea to go down to the clean people here.

Behind Norman were those to protect.

From two of the species seen as the enemies of mankind, he already won trust, crossed with the Coming King: the Ghost of Gran, and fought for his own thinkers.

There were young knights who abandoned their honor, abandoned their personal greed, and just tried to fight for themselves and the responsibility of the world.

For those who follow, we must show our backs as practitioners, Norman thought.

As a man who has lived twice as long as a boy and walked as a knight, I thought I had to show him what human death means by risking his life.

I thought I had to let them go home alive more than anything.

And also, there was an oath. to Frama.

Saving you.

I felt I had to fulfill it.

Norman inspired Arman in both arms with maximum power.

Open your palms to each other.

A flickering pitch-black thunderlight - so close that extinction and extinction were dangerous that it created a mighty rebellion.

- Will of the Jet Black.

It is the final attack that can be waged in exchange for the disappearance of Arman.

The loss of the sacred relic and the dozens of meters in radius, including its users, disappear, resulting in a thorough destruction also outside its scope.

There was a risk of involving my people.

But I believed that Ashley and his people would get through it.

Norman had already protruded a hundred meters from the Ashlets on a single ride.

Without sound, the extinct "Chihiro" flashes, and the world turns black and white.

In the aftermath before activation, the droppers are caught in the air.

Norman's belly was set.

I can see Hexam of Four Seeks flying in.

Hehe, and Norman laughs furiously. It's a thought.

I closed my eyes.

Then, behind his brain, the figure of a woman standing on a terrace overlooking the sea passed.

Even during the meeting, you can't take a silver mask, and you always look like a woman standing at the tip of a rough wave.

Speaking of which, he was strictly asked to come back alive.

When I asked if it was a sacrament, I pissed him off badly.

It was before I picked up the Ashlets, so I haven't seen them in six months.

"It's a personal promise. Omae and mine!

Norman laughed because of a strange finger sticking out to slap him. So I enraged the other guy again.

Dashka Marier.

Sorry, Norman apologizes.

When I opened my eyes, the moment was right in front of me.

Then came the shock.

"Ridiculous!

It takes kinetic energy given to the arm by the weight of one human and the rate of fall.

If it wasn't for Norman, he would have fractured or dislocated.

Norman poked his knee and saw a human comet that had clashed.

Buwa, the golden coat turns over, and the smell of smiley.

Then came the healthy brown leg line.

"O Frama the Evil God and his poor families! Osmadra Empire/First Prince: Let Askariya Imrabetor be your opponent.

A sin that invaded our territorial waters and threatened our people, it replaces and defeats my God: Alam Ra!

And whosoever commanded me, the knight of Islam, was Asuka his man.

Aska became Jen-royal in front of Norman, who was taken aback.

Speaking of the prince, he spared no effort to expose the curvature of his body, which, no matter how he saw it, could only be seen by a woman, leaving Frama and his family alone, Aska said to Norman behind.

"Thank you for your help. I want to thank you for saving my life.

This Askariah, by righteousness and Jen, assists the sword.

Differences in religion, hatred are now forgotten, along with the time to get rid of the predicament!

Brave Gentile Knight, don't make your life crude!

I'll tell you what. No, Aska laid a bunch of feathers (Tavard) on the ground that were clumped together.

"Calling From The Farland Kingdoms!

Slap your hands into prayer snails and slap them through the Spindle.

A miracle happened.

Norman had also heard of the existence of Focus, which preserves spaces and events in a compressed, separate space-time and dimension.

It has been considered a treasure in one royal family and a testament to its own blood muscles.

There, along with the memories of the Paradise and Peach Township where they originated, the great English spirits of the past have been sacrificed and sealed to bear witness to their blood muscles.

This was the first time I had seen the real thing.

It was now opened with a "spindle" accompanied by Asuka's prayer in front of him.

Ooh, and naturally the exclamation leaks out of Norman's mouth.

Oh, just as the fallen children trembled, and the priests were at war.

The knights of Aram, dressed in golden ornaments, crossed over to the temple horse and stood in mercy.

That number, dozens of rides. How little to relate to thousands of armies.

But his greatness overwhelmed his surroundings as bright.

And it had turned into a golden meadow and hill where the surrounding landscape continued everywhere to echo it.

One of them walked over to Aska and raised his armored cheek.

Surprisingly, she was a woman.

Oh, and Aska looked up at the knight.

Obviously Aska was found to be the blood muscle.

Silently the female knight smiled.

I stroked Asuka to mercy her.

Then he turned to his enemies and signaled the knights.

I shook my hand up and waved it down.

The time has come for legends to become reality.