Sanzen no Souru Supina

Rapidity was the only thing I could count on.

Ashle herself, I had never tasted such fear.

No one in the squad wore armor, and no shield.

On the contrary, both Norman and Ashle have bare skin on their upper bodies.

Prior to the assault, an aska wandered through the blade wounds of the men and the flesh full of spear wounds, sighing with a ho.

Aska crawled her fingers too thin for two skins as a warrior.

"Isn't it full of scratches? What a beautiful flesh. It's an honor to be able to fight with the brave knights. It's not a compliment."

Neither Norman nor Ashley can feel bad about being told that.

Though pagan and exotic, Aska was a princess of beauty.

If you get that admiration, this will mean you're going to run out of Knight Pledge.

Conscious or not, Aska had mastered the art of letting a knight risk his life.

But when I actually got to the position, I couldn't stop the samurai trembling at the desperate assault.

The horses, the riders of the knights, have always tasted this fear.

On the battlefield, horseback riding is targeted first and foremost over knights on top.

It's easy to surround a heavy-duty knight if you drop him off the horse.

Exactly. If you fall in plate mail, you can't get up, etc., is a joke as to where the tail is attached, but the damage of horse slaughter is so intense that it can sometimes lead to death when taken alive.

I wonder if such a story has spread from the appearance of the knights who are obscured by the shock, such as Ashle.

Not on this occasion, but his beloved horse: Ashle smudged and chewed on the gratitude of Vitrion.

If I can make it home alive, I'll brush him thoroughly.

Yes, I swear to my heart.

That's how the three of them ran out.

Aska put on a psychic: Movement of Swiftness, which gives all three of them extraordinary mobility.

Earlier, when I crawled my fingers.

"It's going to work better than a bad priest's blessing"

"That's right, it would be the priesthood. You're gonna hit a bee!

Aska hitched a ride and laughed relentlessly at Norman's straightforward statement.

It seems that both Norman and Asuka fit horses with their teasing personalities.

"Princess Asuka's" Spindle "looks like a smear."

"... I think they smelled your body odor, you're embarrassed. Let me choose who I want to use in the future."

Norman snaps unexpectedly and Aska lays her eyes down shy.

Uh, this is disrespectful, Norman panicked.

Ashley has never seen Norman panic like this.

I wondered if Asuka would be a good friend, a good team, if he were an Ikuz, or if Ashre and the others were to flee to Aram.

I shook my head that it was a dream I shouldn't have seen and paid for the untrained.

But Ashley sighs.

No armor, no shields, no hands, no army of monsters and no relative fears are much in line.

There's nothing to armor.

Fear that is exposing the peeling self to the blade.

Reminds me of a knife fight coach.

But I scolded myself for being about to shudder at the heavy pressures that were not comparable to that.

Besides the boots borrowed from Isma (?) and the Movement of Swiftness, and then speed rides.

Looks like it's gotten windy.

Fear is proportional to the squares of speed.

To intercept the English spirits of Aram, the fallen children of Frama were reknitting their own tissues to create meat.

He lays down a formation and tries to capture the horseback attack with a mushroom umbrella flesh shield, dragging it down one ride at a time.

Once in line, the swarm of heavily armed infantry is strong.

The English spirits were holding out their hands.

Frama's Genius There: The Elementary Collapse Strikes.

Gradually, unfavourable phases were becoming apparent.

Ashley and the others went in there.

"You idiot! Suicide by forming a strong party on a battlefield with" Spindle "abilities!

No. and Norman barked. A fierce grin.

Ashle saw "Spindle" transmitted on both of its arms and once again inspired "Arman" to deform into a fierce jaw gate (aftermath) snail.

"Bradley Tarbulance!

Ashle remembered a severe tinnitus.

The move exercised by Norman running forward was evidence of a sharp drop in barometric pressure in front of the enemy.

A powerful power of ruin has been created.

A hole of ruin that devours everything that exists in space.

The wind blows in there violently.

The move, thrown after calculating the effect time and range, was also a move to break down the enemy formation while increasing the speed of the Ashlets.

Shortly after, I saw a horrible sight.

A corner of the enemy finally became unbearable and dragged into it, twisted one after the other, bouncing off.

For a moment, the flesh-mixed blood smoke becomes a swirling pillar and stretches out into heaven, but even it is swallowed by a tornado composed by the power of ruin.

The colour of the blood of the fallen children is white, and there overlaps the cut of gold of the terminal demons: the nightmare itself.

"Shining Valor"!

There, Aska continued, speaking from the bottom of her belly as if to defeat her cowardice.

White light explodes as it is in the orbit of the shaken out Jambiya, the enemy is deprived of vision and burned to an ultra-high heat energy stream at the next moment.

As Norman pointed out, the dense parties are extremely vulnerable to a wide range of inertia.

New weapons = There is also the luxury of cannons.

Maybe from the main battlefield, it was a tactic that could eventually disappear.

The methods of warfare and the military constantly shift.

Frama and his fallen boys misformed the formation. That was a hundred years ago.

Ashley was saddened by the fact that she was the legendary Virgin of Salvation.

Quite frankly, we are oblivious to the battle.

Ashley and Iris spanned (and watched) the sheep, watching over the roses, as only three battles broke through holes in the walls of the enemy's flesh at a tremendous rate.

The soles of the feet of the leg sheep (Moomu) are said not to be affected by thorns.

Half because he's a creature on the side of a dream. Hey, it's about Isma.

I've been holding on for hundreds of years, but I'm still not sure, and I posed for you.

The sheep of the day: Moomoo is eating munchies again, if anything.

Speaking of which, Iris, who was watching the war, suddenly looked back at Isma and asked, as he panicked.

Speaking of Isma, I was delighted to pretend to watch the war and indulge in the temperatures and smells and softness of Illis.

If you pretend to listen and peek in where Illis looked back, the spectacular view awaits.

That sounds psychotic, and Isma snapped. Yodale is going to drip.

Lu Lu (Rotsu) is suspicious.

"Oh, what is it?

"? What, no, what happened to Theon? Where's Theon? I'm too flirtatious. Mind all about Ashley...... what do I do?"

Uh, then, Isma laughed.

"No, no, no. To Isma, oh, my God. I used my ability to fit in that cloak, so I'm definitely gonna tease you!

"Cloak? Oh, with that said, Isma was Skyle Mail under her jacket, wasn't she? But this scale... isn't it an ancient gold coin from the Agantilis period! What's this! And the jewelry... Oh no, this balls, it's Ruby. There are 300 calories.

Oh, is this shoulder, a real emerald? So, this is sapphire too? Not armor, not jewelry, huh?

"These are the gold coins and treasures bracketed by the curse that the king of the sackworm put on him," Don't hurt the coins in circulation, the rare precious stones. "This won't break if the elephant steps on it! Probably eating dragon braces, but only the armor stays, right?

The kingdom of heaven was also sealed in Princess Asuka's feathers (Tabard), protected by the English spirit, wasn't it? Isma says.

"The royal costume is probably insured from"

So the princess who's wrapped up in it is safe.

You don't have to worry, Isma stroked Iris.

"What... is that a principle?

"I don't know how it works, but I can explain the effects. Astral Concealment. Astral secret, but what is it?

He said to temporarily deflect the wearer from all harm, attack, and detection, and make it ineligible.

While they're wrapped up, they can't move out of there or interfere with the outside world, but if it's an emergency evacuation, it'll be enough. "

Ma, once I use it, I have to expose myself to the full moon light again and charge my strength. It's a powerful Focus, isn't it?

Isma laughs at.

"Unless I de-effect or the princess comes out on her own, so can the enemy."

Wow, and Iris let his eyes shine.

Isn't that cool with me, Isma strained her chest?

"You can fall in love."

"Let's do that."

The sarcastic and unexpected answer returned and Isma's throat rang strangely.

Iris erupts.

"You really are the wife, aren't you? Cute. You know that, right?

"Ah, I think it would be better not to provoke a man, Princess Iris. This is the kind of thing that makes your chest stand out."

"Go ahead? Isma would do it? I have to thank you. About breasts."

Ugh, and Isma twitches her fingers in the air.

Haha, and Iris laughed.

Then I asked in advance.

"How did you lie then?

"Not then?

"You can't deceive me. When we talked about me being eroded."

Uh, and Isma raised her voice as I just remembered.

Scratch your head like a pompous and its bird's nest.

"Instead, I've been subjected to Erosion (Intrude) … incidents that occurred at that time and the breakdown of relationships around me. So you can't make a mild decision."

"I knew you were sweet. You had a hard experience. That's why you took care of me. But - is that all?

To Iris' point, fu, it's not scary to be a girl, Isma shrugged her shoulders and said.

"Of course that's not all. We talked about the curse, didn't we? Remember?"

"Do you mean the“ curse ”that makes you even more deadly by breaking it?"

"Yes, that. Nakasa, I have a bad feeling about it. I feel like I'm“ waiting for you to point that out. "

Don't you think finalizing and pointing out the subject could be a bad trigger? I wonder if this situation is really the final phase right now.

I don't know, I feel like a bad intent. "

Of “someone” who's not here. Yes, Isma said.

Iris is breathtaking.

"Besides, my basic behavior philosophy is' get involved and get involved back in it '. So maybe it's a poison cup, but let's try it, so... And if I do, I can manage Illis, and the princess can keep it a secret. Of course, we'll do a closer inspection later."

Whatever happens, I thought I'd be harmed by myself.

Iris has a lot of respect for Isma, who laughs all the time.

"... Izma, if I hadn't been with Ashley, I would have fallen in love with you"

Ilis looked up to Isma with an unfalse look.

"Ugh, seriously? Incest is culture, isn't it, ma'am?

"Really, please, when the rusty night comes. But not until then."

Heh heh, and the two laughed face-to-face.

"You were letting dangerous bets on you, us"

"Sort of. I like this one and it's what I do, that's fine. It's just that I'm really curious. I was just talking about the curse."

"What do you care?

"Since we arrived at this drifting temple, we've been wondering if it might be a little too heroic."

"Heroic? What... does that mean?

"I can't help but look at myths and legends, you know? If I told you there seemed to be a script someone wrote somewhere, would you believe me?

Kanji, which is captured in the story, or Kanji, where the story is descending - in this case, the Virgin: Eigis and the Frama Sisters, the Knight: The Story of Ze-No, perhaps? I told Norman so much more... Oh, I forgot to ask him about Archbishop Dashkamarier... No way, "

Uh, and Iris took Isma seriously.

Hmm, and Izma explains it to Ilis.

"Uh, by changing the performer and performing the story that used to be, reproduce it... no, re-edit it. Is the bedtime saying too icky about the myth as a guiding device to rewrite the end and the stage as a furnace to work out the energy of that re-edit?

Come on - and Iris felt the blood draw away.

Isma's remarks would only have seemed like paranoia/bedtime remarks.

If, as the characters in that story, I wasn't even taken in.

If this is not even the Drifting Temple, the Overlord's possession that pushes the Nerd and perverts the existence of reality: the Closed Corridor -.

My spine got cold when I thought of something horrible.

Because it was the duty of the bishops and witches to perform their myths as theocracy in paganism, which was found everywhere, before being driven to Islam and Aramnesia, and the essence of the festival.

By doing so, he had become divinely possessed and had brought down on earth divinity and miracles.

The spider witches, for example, are their embodiment.

Overlord's Receipt: You wouldn't mind affirming that the Closed Corridor is a place with so few more conditions as its stage.

Because it's full of "do it" power = "twist".

Iris' reasoning coincided with the explanation Isma had given Norman.

"Descent King: Isma says there's a device that would rewrite humans just like Dextrus and Paragram did when we were at Gran, right?

Isma says that's probably what's involved in this whole series of cases, right? Iris asked.

"I'm sorry, Iris, you're a smart cop, so it's like I'm gonna dig up memories that I don't have to worry about or even want to remember. But you're right. That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

"- So, if this was a prepared muscular, reproduced stage... and the end of it...?

The ancient king of earthspiders, questioned, watched the legendary battle of increased intensity.

Silently. Even.

Ashley and the three of them become wedges (crumbs) and cut open blood paths to the battlefield.

The English spirits of Aram could not have missed that good opportunity.

The work of the three Ashlets was worthy of the scratch of the legendary English spirits.

Continued, his arms swung down, and a golden and pure white twinkle ran through the battlefield.

The roar of the knights and the absence of military horses.

The roar of the hooves, and the disconnectors raised by the aliens who were speared in, dominated the field.

Ashle can't remember where he ran.

Norman shook "Arman" on both arms, and the brilliance of lighting on Aska's listed Jambiya led Ashley.

The cowardice (today) was sometime driven to a corner of consciousness, and a strange exaltation dominated the nerves.

The exuberance I feel on the battlefield was usual, but this time it always increased to make Ashley (or even) more expensive.

The aggrieved lungs hurt like a wind, but the legs run like a wind, and the roar roars out of the bottom of his belly.

I felt as if I had joined a legendary hero.

It's refreshing, Ashley thinks.

Sweaty, hot returning blood, even dirty, your heart seems to be clearing.

It was strange.

It was as if we had also become the characters of that hero Tan, whom we listened to one day at a young age, Ashle thought.

There was a smile on Norman's face.

I was filled with the joy of joining a believing friend and battlefield.

Aska's face also had a smile.

If it was not Ashley's thoughts, the joy of diving under the white blade with his beloved man could be seen there.

And I think Ashley was laughing herself.

Go on, I thought they said no one.

I shook up and there was a "spear” over my head.

You can't be confused. It was Ashley's own weapon.

Dragon Spear: "Shivnir"!

Answer, and Ashle barked and increased her speed.

He looked at the droppers' flesh on the wall and went for "Shivnir" at Wall Ride's behest.

At the same time, Norman attached to the Frama Crucible.

I didn't cower before the terrible fusion forces that would force me to transform if I were taken in and possibly be connected to my coupling with the frama.

Both hands had received the flurry of vortex-wrapping energy. Norman's arms: The power of ruin and extinction, which is presided over by Arman, and the power of creation, which is presided over by Frama, collide and scatter fierce sparks, as a powerful phenomenon that the Frama continues to activate.

Norman's flesh causes a fire bulge whenever it touches that splash.

Still, the Knights of Catel Hospital did not take a step forward.

Aska packs her time, avoiding Norman's body cutting ahead, spinning like a solo.

Shortly before that, to earn dozens of seconds by releasing the last move to protect the Shinjo and stop the armies swarming on Norman's back.

A light blade is arced and emitted from Asuka's vibrating Jambiya.

Towards the bloodpath we have cut ourselves open until just now.

Push back the army of Framas that will kill you.

Immediately after, blood runs out of Aska's mouth.

I didn't get wounded. It's what Focus wants.

Powerful moves need a price.

Blood, wounds, and sometimes limbs and vital organs may be taken.

They say there are individuals, multiple lives, or even something that depletes the national territory if it comes at the greatest price.

The power of the Will alone is impossible to force a rewriting of reality, an ability that is inherently unrepresentable to mankind.

As you can see from that, the "chi chi" = "spindle" of "will" is powerful, but not omnipotent. Just wishing and praying won't do anything.

It's the same in principle as everything that is made into a physical reality opponent with the flesh.

In other words, the Will must be accompanied by action.

No, I could say this.

He said that only the movements of the mind that can cause him to choose to act in the face of difficulty can be called "will".

to be relative to a critical phase and to be lost in its options.

And to make decisions, above all, to create choices.

We put them together, and finally, we can define them as "will."

Now, this moment, this moment, was the time obtained by paying its precious "will" and price.

Aska spun the light blade into the propulsion force and bent the flexible flesh to the fullest extent, diving into the underside of the lifted "Frama's Crucible" like a swordfish cutting the wind.

As such, Aska understands, sliding through the bottom rinse.

This is because this super energy mass that keeps spinning overhead is the uterus and fetus of the frama.

A constantly activated psychic: "Frama's Crucible" was also an externalized female function, its playfulness (calicature).

Ateliers to restructure existence - if taken in, literally “lose me" - a taboo palace.

Aska's actions diving directly beneath it and trying to go deeper would have been reflected in the insane shakedown in anyone's eyes - a special attack - if she hadn't listened to the sensitivity to the frama that Iris had felt and the information brought from The Spectacles.

Still, Aska thinks.

Even without that advice, I jumped in.

You don't have to meet Ashley and the others.

Even if you don't get help from anyone.

You must have jumped in.

Not because I want to show my bravery, my bravery.

Aska had a reason.

Fatherland: Osmadra needed this (scissors) - "Azrael".

For the sake of the state, for the sake of our subjects, we really needed to bring it back.

No, I think Aska. Let's not deceive.

My father really needs this.

Great Emperor: For Osmahim Imrabetor.

Help. Get it back. Father.

From them. From their thoughts.

And there was a scissor.

Of huge aliens.

It looked like a prosthetic leg.

It was beautiful.

As graceful as you can say.

However, the appearance is a cruel part of the back, which is an artifact: "Azrael" was held in a place where it was linked to the user as a prosthetic leg.

I saw a horrible horde of murder weapons that could also be described - in short, a horde of torture equipment - a hedge (now).

It still had a different shape, as the one with the biological legs reminded us how gruesome the desire was to use it.

What do you mean by eating into meat and assimilating it to bone - it embodied.

So much so that Asuka, for a moment, for just a moment, hesitates with the determination that she should have consolidated.

An unspeakable roar swept over my head.

Norman is fighting.

Even at this moment, the energy flow of the scorching heat that burns itself.

During less than a second of patrolling, it was the story of Frama and Knight: Ze Noh, the owner of this prosthetic claw (scissors): Azrael, who plundered the back of Aska's brain.

With what thoughts did Frama wrap this up?

Aska, who had not been in contact for as long as Illis, but at a moment of sensitivity relaying the "Spindle" conduction, I felt that I had touched its heart with the visions of a previous frama that would indeed become the Abandoned God.

Kind, really sweet daughter.

And in transcendental beings, such as angels, she did not.

That's a human being itself. Just like Aska and Ashley, the "spindle" capable man.

The Spindle, which is the "one" of the strong "will," belongs to man, not to his body, not to his heart. "

What transformed her: Frama, her sister: Aigis, and the knight: Ze Noh, into an abandoned god, or an angel, or a hero, is the "twist" of one, and the legend itself as its medium.

If so.

Even a man couldn't have hesitated to see the nature of Azril, the inside of the trembling "Focus".

I couldn't have gotten a guy I liked not to touch himself undamaged.

Aska, who hit Ashle in the chest, knows it hurts.

And yet, Frama chose.

Take this fear, suffer.

Role.

Says he'll bail people out.

Another artifact that Frama supposedly carried: the Seraphim filament, he said, made it possible to predict the future.

If so, it would have been a lot to know what kind of pain would strike her when she wrapped around Azrael.

Knowing the future is hard work at the same time as knowing.

If you know, you can also behave in a barbaric manner to ask for ignorance.

But once you know the consequences - if you get a glimpse of the future - most humans are afraid to notice.

Genius, "Focus" moves always demand consideration.

And the price of Azril, the mighty one, is in advance.

With the potential of life as consideration, it seeks.

This outfit: When he decided to wrap up Azril, Frama paid for a few percent of his life.

If he was just a human being, he offered the possibilities he might have gained.

Thus became the angel of the desire of one.

Abandoned God (Sagami): The Mythical Climax Around the Frama, Knight: Ze Noh takes from her the Silver Mask: The Artifact of Future Prediction: The Seraphim Filament. With it, sister: Aigis acknowledged the completion of his sacramental service.

Iris felt that the mercy had gone behind his back, that it had led Frama astray.

Aska thinks it might be, or...

But I don't think so.

Knight: Didn't Ze Noh want to save Frama from the work of predicting the future, from the chains of Focus that continue to pour the tragedy of an overly cruel world directly and into his heart?

Or maybe you thought that mask was the device that made Frama an abandoned god.

After seeing all the results that it was a mistake and a mistake, it's easy to fingerprint it.

However, in reality, judgment and choice are always advanced.

Just as regret cannot be done first.

Still, they chose.

Did you have to choose, or did you decide to do so in your "will" - or both?

How lost, Goto, would have been there.

And yet, yes, it should be noted, I chose, I walked away.

So I must also choose. Aska thinks.

as relative to them.

to face them positively.

You must bump my answer.

So I chose.

For a man that must be saved, I will revive the Chiba of death.

Let's be the boss.

Aska touches Azril.

With determination.

Gun, and "Spindle" went around.

Jalalalalalalalala, the metal noise rings to announce the opening of the show.

It was the sound of the "Spindle" passed through "Azril" awakening its function and the first sacred relic inspired in hundreds of years to acknowledge and unfold the wearer.

was heard from the flama's abdomen, suppressing the intense skir sound of the clash between the Flama's Crucible and Arman, which made it worse in the chest.

And the crying of the beast.

Neither screaming nor roaring.

Norman understood that that horrible sound was the sound of attachment.

I know because I am an Arman wearer myself.

This Arman also has the same mechanism inside.

Replace your own flesh, given to you by your parents, that should be hard to replace with anything, for whatever reason - judging and choosing for yourself, that is.

Because the user chose that there was no choice but to be slandered.

Still, because I redeemed what I wanted to accomplish, that is, "Dreams".

Asuka was savoring a hell of a place where two beasts would bite her legs off while she lived to the base.

Ahhh, ahhh, and a voice burst out independently of Will.

Powerful artifact: The sound of "Azrael" eating meat and bolting into bones. I'm going to faint over and over again over the pain of being literally eaten away.

A short coat blew up from the junction and wet underwear.

Azrael, an artifact, thus builds a “relationship” by eating Asuka's flesh.

Of course, every measure will be taken, including blood gain and physical tissue reconstruction (plugging into 'Azril'), whereas the loss of both legs is said to be about 40% in the weight ratio of the human body.

It does not lead to death.

No, you can't die.

When building a "relationship” with a capable person, Focus does not cause the user to die.

But it doesn't ease up to pain and fear.

Because even that's the price.

Thinking what he should have done, Aska endured ten seconds like torture.

I tried to utter the sacrament, but there was not one word.

It was Ashle's name who spat instead.

Nothing, I called.

Who praised Asuka's leg lines, the women slaves who were with him.

She said it was so beautiful that she was jealous.

It wasn't all the same myself.

Because I knew it wasn't a rhetoric.

Because if you touch it, you'll see.

So before this happened, I wanted you to touch Ashley.

I wanted compliments.

Is that about it when it comes to untrained?

Phew, the laughter leaked, and when I noticed, the pain was far away.

Payment and its acceptance are strict, but at the same time the instrument, Focus, always works in a manner commensurate with payment.

Do not betray the price paid.

Shh, shh, and a unique driving sound sounded.

- "Azrael".

An instrument of the Divine Age recognized Asuka as his master.

Drink the flesh, the bones, literally.

At the same time as the pain flew away, Azrael was completely Asuka's legs.

So, not long after ascertaining how he was doing, he flipped his own blood-stained short coat, and Aska began to dance death.

I knew what to do.

The leftover incense from Frama's "Spindle" I sniffed in tune was telling me how to do it.

The sound of the breaking of space, with the battlefield, was heard by a servant.

A grain of incandescent light produced by a clash of tremendous forces blows from around the flamma's abdomen - a rotating crucible. "Arman" and "Azril", the power of destruction between two different attributes, has finally surpassed the energy of the power of creation: the Frama's Crucible.

The light became a running stream, a blast, and it was smashed around.

The battlefield was the extreme of confusion.

The Frama droppers ran around like crazy and shouted bullshit.

Certain things kneel down and hold their faces, with their hands, all over their flesh, in fear of their collapse.

Some nodded and held both shoulders themselves.

Like a frightened monk at the end of the world.

What we had in common was a scream that appeared as a voice, the hissing of our hearts attacked by panic.

The energy that supported the semiimmortal flesh, its crucible as a source of power, was being lost.

And the time had come for the English spirits that danced in heaven to return to their own realms.

Heterogeneity: The Effective Time of Calling From The Farland Kingdom was about to reach its limits.

One horse, and also returned, a horse and a grain of gold.

The last remaining ride - the beautiful war maiden - also disappeared after staring at Asuka with a dazzling glare at her battle against Frama.

Among other things, Isma and Iris were looking at Frama.

Me, me, and I were getting tears all over the giant.

A blue and white super energy mass blows up intermittently from its tear.

Among them, the strongest and most lasting light looked like a maiden desperately trying to push herself away.

"Do it."

Izma peeled off her eyes and snapped.

I finally put it into words, that's what it felt like.

"Is it bad?

"Nah, it's not easy.

- "Spindle" is a chain collapse of energy.

Until now, the Nerd that Frama has been undertaking has lost its escape, and the space and its perception will collapse instantaneously and continuously.

At this scale, world perception collapses... and Bloomtide happens!

Damn, this is the end of this story!

The “curse” that was hidden, must not be aligned, must not be broken!

You mean the very existence of the frama, and the myth itself reproduced, is a worldview attack weapon just before the explosion!

You want me to put that on Ashley and detonate it!

"Bhum, do you want to? Why don't you go like this?

"It puts a hole in human consciousness, in world perception, in the bottom (...) of something called cognition, reality. Spindle energy is the manifestation of will, isn't it?

And Nerd has the same roots.

It's "Hiraki" from the human heart.

I mean, paradoxically, isn't that also the Will or the Hiragana that works on the consciousness that is creating it?

What if you deliberately flexed it, rammed it, and smashed it?

For example, what would happen if I stuffed "Nerd" in my pants and blew it up, wanting to disappear, wanting to decide that I didn't?

That's how Bloom Tide happens - it's eaten by fiction.

Every meaning of the world.

No, they don't. They don't.

Even though it is there, it becomes a place that no one can recognize anymore.

To see, to hear, to smell, to taste, on the contrary, the zero symbol you can't even touch - there's no "closed corridor" - the big hole opens up to a worldview!

"What's a big hole... what the hell is going to happen?

Though I don't know what that means, Izma's word "Bloom Tide," and the word hole that opens into a worldview, Ilis said as he felt a chill run up his spine that he had never experienced before.

"Humanity loses its worldview (...).

Lose "the one" that recognizes the world.

It's part of it, to be exact, but it's got power.

I don't know how long it's gonna be gone.

But more problematic than that is when it becomes the Passage!

It's a place unleashed from the shackles of worldview - through any absurdity, impotence. "

"Passage"? - Something... are you coming out? What happens to the people who are left behind?

"I had to let everyone get away, uh, why didn't I notice any sooner -!

You're saying that mythology and the battle of the heroes, even Frama and Aigis and Ze-No's misery, are just rituals for the opening of the orchestrated Passage!

Oh, my God!

The human struggle, the obsession with what we love, is all we have to offer, sacrifice, and energy to manifest ourselves here!

You think fiction was aimed at a moment when the story - beats reality!

Think. What can I do, how can I... prevent it?

Iris was awed (nagging) by Isma, who vomited a vice that he could not understand but still continued to patronize the measures.

And almost simultaneously, there was a phenomenon that seemed to prove Isma's words.

Beyond the shaky space, there was a shadow of something.

It - was felt by Illis by something too heterogeneous and mighty.

Isma's words, when the passage that was in that fragment opened - are you saying that the array will come out here?

A tremor ran all over my body.

Iris, in its immense shadow, saw the eyes arise.

That was a moment.

Because Izma's palm blocked his vision.

"Izma?!

"Don't look at me. They eat my heart!!

Still, from the gap between his fingers, over the lens of Spectacles, Iris did see the “eye”.

A completely transcendent eye for the concept of emotion, etc.

beeping, and I can't stop the roots of my teeth from beeping.

Then I heard a voice.

No, it should have been called a scream. That protected the heart of Illis.

It was Isma.

Isma barked at the “eyes” looking down at them.

"Is this Omae's planting?!

You were peeking, from there. Huh!!

Ningen's, ours, fight!!

Did you set it up, just like then?

No, you kept trying, from the past, until things carried well.

How many times?!

How many times have you done this to the human mind?

And it belonged to Izma, but it wasn't the voice of Izma, who knew.

Bloody screams. Isma's nature, really words.

Crisp, and the sound of eaten teeth twitching.

I was angry. That Isma. From the bottom of my heart.

I was hugged hard. Protect.

In fact, that was guardianship.

It was an action to protect Illis from the mere presence of absurdity (like this and uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

And Iris smelled a clean incense of charcoal.

It was evidence that the Spindle was violently inspiring within Isma.

Isma continues.

"Finally, I can read it!

Poor knight: Ze no, poor Frama, the agony of Aigis who had to order it to be conquered, at all, well!

Until we get the results we want, how many times do we have to change actors and start over?

- Don't let go!! They're not gods. They're just... "

Isma, who said so much, broke herself to bitterness.

Ugh, and a groan of anguish leaks.

A tremendous "Hiragana" drags Isma down.

It's not just "Hiragana" that works for the flesh.

Force that acts on the mind without even touching it.

So this is the scream Isma's heart raises.

"Erosion (Intrude)" - Oh, my God... I almost switched bodies together... it still works so well... the poison that works for "being”, not for the flesh... "the curse" - just in case... but I won't give it to this co "

I found out in Isma's bitter voice that she was in a difficult situation.

I can't pretend to afford that floating clown actor.

I had to do something, and Ilis thought.

Embrace Isma's body and press her chest against it.

I lay my heart on top of Isma's, like I was trying to replace my pain with my shoulders.

Wow ♡, or something like that, I expected that.

I wanted to get that usual floating (hiccup) Isma back.

But Isma says nothing, she just hugs Iris so hard.

He stares into the universe and eats up his teeth, trying to bounce back the invisible heavy pressure that can be pounded from overhead.

Iris looked up at the look on Isma's face from the bottom.

I have to do something, and again, Illis thought.

When I realized, I was hitting Isma with a hell of a suggestion.

Um, you know, Isma, suddenly.

"Bloom Tide happens, and there's a hole in the world - that's" if I break the curse, "right?

I mean, if you blow up a stiff "twist" in the frame, right?

A surprise proposition of my own fell from a vibrating lip into words.

"So, if that, before you reach the critical point, you take it in another vessel - not one, but disperse it - what happens?

I didn't know what they said, and with a panicked look, Isma looked at Iris.

"That“ eye "-" the one "? The thought of is that the enormous concentration of" twists "that have Frama at their core will make Ashle and Mr. Norman, or His Highness Aska's battle, explode with detonators - right?

The collapse of the worldview caused by it - the resulting Bloom Tide, right?

So, if someone takes this curse, what do you say?

Uh, I'm alone, so here's the deal, all of us.

I mean, instead of resolving it and not having a “curse," what if I, or we, split it it up and took on the Nerd?

Uh, I don't know what you're talking about.

The point is, does it make sense?

But to Iris' outrageous suggestion, Izma answered with dismay, wandering her gaze.

"Well... maybe the“ curse ”fades each time, and then, influenced by the personality of Iris and Ashley, it degenerates, so I can end up a little differently - maybe?

At first, Iris saw that Isma's perspective, which was a tone and attitude of not knowing what she was told, or half-heartedness, gradually set and tied the focus.

It's possible, Isma decided.

Iris was convinced when he saw the look on his face.

But Isma panicked, no, a little Iris.

"Are you crazy? It's a mythical curse, isn't it? That's exactly what's about to explode, isn't it? Not half.

More or less, you and the others are not bad. I have no obligation to take it on.

Really, that's what a bad adult like me, an adult who's ever lived, should do... if it's going to be a vessel for it, it should be...!

"Isma, you've already taken on, haven't you?

hehe? and izma is seriously exposed to the abalone side by being poked into the void.

Iris smiled and pressed Isma's hand against her naked breasts.

of England when trying to convey something important - the original personality of its flesh: it was an Armastella habit.

"Gran's Spear: How Powerful Genius Is When You Prevent" Dextrus ": What Can't Be Safe Because It Was a Moonshine Favor Activation Sequence"

You put yourself at risk and protected Ashley and Theon, didn't you? For now you have tried to protect me.

So far, how much has it taken on to be rewritten or pushed?

That word of Illis had a serious, sincere (shiny) fever because it was the one who once did the same to Ashle, and that is how he pushed the Nerd.

"Under that armor, under the clothes, how do we make sure of each other?

No, etsy, and Isma returned it.

Iris laughs and tells Isma.

"So let's hurry up and go. To everyone! It's our turn to take it!

Probably, Ashley, Mr. Norman, Princess Aska and Theon, they're all prepared, though they won't say it. That's why I'm jumping in.

No matter how dangerous you are, no matter how much you know it's not right for you, maybe - without even thinking about it!

If that's all you have to do, you have to do it.... but please explain exactly what you mean later.

That existential thing - "Your" or "Bloom Tide"!

Mind you, the gaze coming down from overhead - your eyes were weakened.

Iris and Izma saw that their eyes could soften to laugh at the suggestions made between them.

Shadows disappear.

"Ouch. Try it - yes, I made a fool of myself."

Isma said, still in an angry tone.

But there is no more of that anguish or fierce hatred in my heart.

However, there was a determined human-specific sunshine that I decided to bet on the Iris proposal.

"Come on, let's try. Once Focus has been used as a conductor, it is, indeed, possible. I don't know what's going to happen, but let's scratch it! It's too soon to give up."

"Yes."

Isma clapped at the belly of the leg sheep (Moomoo) while holding Iris.

Don, and the flash blew right after that.

The moment Ashley arrived at Shivnir, the Frama's Crucible began to collapse.

The struggles of Norman and Aska and their cost have been conveyed as a vibration of the Spindle.

Norman is badly burned.

Aska dedicated her own legs as the base of the Azril.

The rhythm of the "spindle" conducted to the frama made Ashley understand it.

Ashle's flesh has never adapted to the Spindle.

Norman's admiration as a knight, and the thought of someone's beloved human, aroused Ashley.

There was a love affair for Asuka's untrue Ashley. Ashley thanked him for what was envisaged.

Then I heard my voice abruptly.

"Run away! Run, please!

A voice said the reality around here is that the worldview will collapse.

It's not a flesh voice. A temporary biometric network formed by "spindle" conduction.

That was going directly to the back of his brain, sounding his voice.

"Frama!"

Ashle was calling to the Lord of her voice.

In the meantime, a beautiful maiden figure was vividly projected behind Ashle's brain.

He looked painful.

Both legs were lost from the roots and his whole body was covered in scratches.

Must have been because he was desperately holding back his rampant energy flow with his luxurious (shabby) body.

The hair fell out, and the wounds were all over the honorable face (cancer) and all over the dirt and sludge.

But whether defiled or fouled, there was still a glowing beauty in her.

"Run, run, knight! He wants to disappear... before he manipulates me into something he didn't want to do.

Pleaded (Cancer).

While she was bloody, she was still more guided than herself by anyone but herself.

Oh, and Ashley convinced me.

Who that is is is a human knight whom she and her sister have loved.

"I can't leave you! I swore I'd help you!

Ashley screamed.

There was an Alma figure in the back of his brain.

He lost his country, was scorned by the mob, still drank his grudge, and quietly tried to disappear from the world by himself.

Yet he was chased to the past and asked for his ideals.

He wielded the power of the Holy Relic in an attempt to save Ashley, who had been invaded by death and venom.

The result was that it became a snail that pushed the ideal on Ashle, but otherwise Ashle would surely have died.

The image of Eunice came and went.

I was Ashley's childhood friend.

He thought of Ashley all the way though he was caught by the curse of family lineage.

Instead, he volunteered as a squire.

He was raided and separated in the sacred land he went with, and was attacked by the death of an unemployed man.

Though I was dying, I thought of Ashley and became one with Alma.

Princess of the Night Devil: Theon was in my memory.

He tried to free his compatriots from the curse of eternal life while receiving life as the princess of the true ancestors of the Night Devil.

And he literally saved Ashley, who was eroded by Nerd.

"Hello, it's my turn to help!!

Both eyes of Frama were opened so wide that there was no more.

How so? Why do you still think that?

I, even you, even you...

of the terminal, the thought of the Frama did not reach the end.

The critical energy explodes.

The rampant Nerd bounced around in her arms, eventually eating its thin arms and popping out -.

In a moment, Ashley calculated and made her decision.

This rampant energy needs a stitch.

If, as it were, an unrestricted, disorderly uncontrolled force was freed, a strip would disappear.

There is now super energy here that could twist the laws of the world.

It was felt through the "Shivnir" that stood.

As it stands, a supercrossbow spin-out - an uncontrollable "spindle" rampage - means reality may be devoured by Bloom Tide, causing the worst that can be unpredictable.

When that happens, what happens to those of us who believe in survival now and fight the dead?

What about Norman? What about Illis? What about Aska? What about Izma? What about Theon?

Death? No, a more vague, unbearable ending?

It will be decided that it was not, Frama said.

I won't let you, Ashley thought.

No, in the ambiguous, uncertain emotion of where the responsibility lies, such as I think, it is not.

but, and somewhere in the brain, there was a gear meshing and a sound of consciousness switching.

The sound of spiritual and physical convergence - it was the sound of the Soul being born there.

The desire to help and the work of the flesh trying to help, for a very moment, coincided just for a moment, with a scattered spark...

That's the secret of Soul - it was one end of it.

It was a bluff to get there.

And Ashley touched it.

At the earliest moments, Ashle was remembering the words Isma once said in her dreams.

"There is no such thing as" soul "in humans. To everything in this world. Not to mention a kid like Omae. - You can just get close to Soul."

Oh, I was convinced this was the case. Ashley felt an unexplained outrage at the word "soul".

Now I think that's because we felt attacked the very foundation of our human existence.

But the more intense the anger, the more obvious it can be.

Humans say truly by telling lies.

I'm angry because I'm afraid they'll point that out.

Because it's a star.

For the most part, I'm afraid there won't be.

Something like that - "Soul," etc., for me.

So it depends on anything that unconditionally, unrestrictedly, acknowledges its location and issues a certificate.

Isma struck the human sexual root.

I said, "Shut up."

Omae told me to burn Omae himself.

Everything was vibrant.

Right now, I had to let go of what I got, but I wasn't frightened of the mundane.

If you miss now, this is the light that will disappear anyway.

So now, I'll grab it.

Once again, Ashley grabbed the pattern of "Shivnir".

And I did.

The next moment, Ashledau dies.

Because the maximum output of "spindle" energy, at the price of the "soul" that had just arisen, tore its flesh into the aisle, literally, its heart, and tore its chest from the inside.