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The intermittent roar in the floor, as if a tank was shooting up, was all that was happening with the clash between the two men.

"Ahhh!!!!

The fist of a silver knight is tougher than anything else and strikes the Ning people.

A fast blow that rips through the sky like a shining meteor. That fist, which is released more than once, will no longer far exceed the level at which humans can perceive it.

I can barely see the orbit of that fist to the Ning who also gained superhuman abilities.

But Ning wouldn't dare to avoid this.

"...........................!!

Mix a full mood and defend.

Fists and arms collide and shock waves spread enough to rock the entire fortress. The debris blows up around the two of us.

"Ha, ha, ha!!

Dylan won't stop attacking. The blowing debris looks slow motion fast enough to hit the next move.

Left elbow, right straight, right high kick, left back spin kick, right middle kick, left hook.

The combination that moves forward as it rotates at high speeds and shines in the silver released one after the other is like a tornado. Each blow that uses centrifugal force to accelerate reaches a subsonic area

The roar that would even be heard from outside the fortress keeps ringing without stopping.

Ning people don't try to fight back. Just even, prevent Dylan from attacking, with arms and shoulders and legs.

Of course you can't kill all the power. Assuming there was a third party who could totally see this ultra-fast fighting, the Nings would just seem to be stiffened and rarely hit. One might perceive the Ning people on the other side of the battle as merely extending their time to lose.

But that's a mistake.

No matter how Dylan is, they have their limits on stamina. They can't keep attacking indefinitely.

The tornado of devastating attacks stops quite a bit.

……

Dylan's movements were slightly disturbed when he took the left backhand blow.

"Aaaaaaaa!!!

Ning people don't let that gap get away. It emits a palm bottom that concentrates the energy of the entire body, along with an unusual ambition as if to scream. Palms wrapped around red and black fluctuations are slapped in Dylan's face.

Direct hit.

Striking sound like a lightning strike. Dylan blew up as he smashed the floor and made a big hole in the extra hard metal wall. Make it powerful. A few tons would be crap.

"... ha... ha..."

But the Ning do not divert their gaze from Dylan. It's really affordable. But there's no way he's going to sink to this extent.

"... not yet...!!

Dylan, who stood up instantly, though on one knee, wraps the light around again. The voice is ambitious and hectic.

"I guess..."

Such an attack had been carried out eight times in more than a dozen seconds.

This was Ning's most winning tactic of choice. No, to be exact, that's all I could do.

Indeed, the Nings turned to the limits of the Silhouette series. Speaking of simple specs, it wouldn't be any better than Dylan. Otherwise, he is dying instantly from just one hit of a series of repeated attacks from earlier.

But there's something in Dylan that the Nings don't. That's martial arts.

Unlike the Ning people who just gained power, Dylan, with countless combat experiences, is completely using his superhuman abilities. Also, before that, the ability of the Transformers to exercise and to fight is as open as heaven and knowledge.

Even considering Dylan's thoroughly optimized way of fighting, it is visible that the Ning will be put at a disadvantage if properly fought.

But Ning people, a silhouette series, can raise their energy with the power of their own spirit.

When you are a rapid-fire gun, you continue to withstand a series of attacks, while keeping your energy up and fighting back with a heavy blow with all your spirits in it with a flash of clearance.

Ning had dared to take that gorgeous, sharp attack, a fist of justice that seemed to be torn apart as it were if it distracted him at all.

This is all I have. I can't fight cool.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!

Ninth clash. Both the black armor and the red (not for me) helmet are already damaged.

Ouch. I can't wait to hurt. I want to fall down now. Still, you can't lose.

The way you fight your life, the way you use your soul as a weapon, destroys the Ning people. But its power certainly reaches Dylan as well.

"Haaaaaaaa!!

A silver flash rolling out shoots the evil king.

"Ooooooooo!!

A blow surrounding the flames of darkness pierces the silver knight

Attacks repeated over and over again. Silver and a pitch-black superman continued to assault each other. At its end, the motion of the two began to arise.

Neither is already in full condition. But I won't stop fighting.

We are no longer able to move satisfactorily with each other. Still get up.

"... hah... hah!!

"... cum...!! Whoa whoa!!!

Moving forward like dragging a fluttering body, attack. Take it flickering, but hold it back, fight back.

It's no longer as fast as a flash. But with a fist with super weight and high energy, with a fist based on reverence and hostility, he just hits even.

That bursting sound, which seemed to last forever, suddenly stopped.

"... what's up, are we done yet?

It was Dylan who stopped the attack and retreated. He was jumping high and distancing himself from the Ning people.

"... you are strong. But... I'm the one who wins"

Breathing is disturbing, but Dylan's words were powerful and full of certainty.

"... what?...!

Ning took his breath. Because I realized what Dylan was trying to do.

Dylan's right fist was emitting light. It's also a brilliant, unparalleled glow.

"You surprise me. Were you still left with that power?"

No, it's about this guy. From the beginning, you must have been calculating and fighting to shoot that move at the end. To make sure you decide on a special blow.

"... fine. I'm going out with you. Either way, it ends next time. Simple is fine."

Ning people made me laugh thinly.

"Do you have one last thing to say?"

That word also shows that Dylan is convinced of the victory. I guess I'm so confident in the example moves. Naturally, too.

Indeed, if you are a Ning man today, you can do the same. However, since this is the first technique I have ever used, it is also a good place to shop. Neither skill nor power will extend to Dylan's.

Dylan knows that.

"What do you want to say, or... thank you"

The words that should have been in the back of my mind overflowed with nature. Ning was somewhere convinced, even as he was surprised by himself like that.

You said you respected me earlier.

That's something I never told my opponents I'd beaten before. I didn't think I deserved to say that to myself. I also know it's inconsistent considering what I've been doing.

But now, I can tell you this man.

"... me too. I've always had respect for justice. I respected you."

That thought I've always cherished.

The knight, just a little silent, just heard the word.

"Oh.... I won't forget about you"

It was an amazingly sweet word. Just that short conversation, with its end, Dylan kicked the ground.

Then draw an orbit parallel to the floor and you can fly through the sky (kuku) like a meteor.

The silver glow emanating from his fist wraps Dylan's entire body.

It's the ultimate blow that has fought many times for evil and protected people.

Only when, synonymous with the Justice Special Attack that everyone has come to know.

The Hammer of Justice (Justice) (Hammer).

"Haaaaaaaa!!!

The Nings also jumped again against Dylan, who approached him with an ambitious voice. Intercept directly from the front.

entangle and accelerate the disastrous light emitted from your right hand.

Silver and pitch-black meteors go super fast to bump into each other.

That moment. Just before the clash, it was less than a thousandth of a second.

The Nings solved the transformation.

Expose an already dying living body to a meteor that smashes everything.

I don't check their behavior.

- This is a bet. If the timing is slightly off, I'll be dead.

"Huh!"

Perform an immediate re-transformation.

And shortly afterwards the two crossed. Visiting after the roar to awesome was total silence.

Shake each other's fists, keep your backs facing each other, and stop moving.

"You're disturbed. Dylan."

The Ning said so without looking back.

If there was a slight chance of winning, that was when he decided to shoot Justine Hammer.

The attack was such that it defeated General Lars that it did not kill Mr. Mitsunaka instantly. That's what I've always wondered.

That's impossible. A normal human would definitely be destroyed enough not to retain the prototype. And until now, Dylan has never been more destructive than he needs to be by defeating or killing evil in battle. It was not rare to fight with restraint.

That's because Dylan fights to protect him.

For it is not good to tread on its dignity, even if it is an enemy.

"... oh"

With his back turned, Dylan answered along with the sound of a spark that sounded smaller.

Dylan's attack was disrupted for just a moment, less than a thousandth of a second, by the reaction that the righteous mind, who kept defending it, had acquired from fighting for a long time.

Ning believed. I believed in Dylan more than anyone else as a protector. That's why I wasn't lost. There was no fear, no disturbance. As the breaker, I put everything in that moment.

"You have been more courageous and benevolent than anyone. Awesome man.... not sarcastic."

Those who had unexpected disturbances, those who were certain that the disturbances would occur and wagered everything. This was between those with antagonistic powers, and made a single, but decisive difference on paper.

"... you pierced it. Ninja Komori... brilliant."

A bee, a scattered sound of sparks that can be heard. And a knight who can't beat it, and remains riddled to the end.

"... I will not forget about justice (you).... of evil (us), win...!

The Ning, with sincere respect, conveyed the words of farewell.

While I feel the explosion behind me, the Ning don't look back.

A splashing spark, a silver light disappearing, was announcing the death of the enemy.

The Ning also solve the transformation. A blast of hair will hide your expression.

The silver knight scattered. I've destroyed it a lot, but there are still cameras alive. Human beings from all over the world are witnessing.

That'll be enough.

Ning dropped all the camera switches, suppressing his shoulders and kneeling.

As soon as possible, I feel heavy all over my body.

It feels like the damage taken by a series of extreme transformations and battles has suddenly turned all over your body.

I got on my knees with the intention of resting a little, but I don't feel I can stand up. I don't feel my arms or legs. I can see even my vision getting darker. Apparently, that's it.

"... is... After all, can't you? … but fine…"

The Ning fell to the front.

I couldn't go back to Maki. I think I'm sorry.

But I could win. And there are those who walk the path they have made. He'll be fine. The world changes.

If there is such a thing as the afterlife, it will definitely go to hell. But then pretty much everyone who wants to see you should be in hell, too.

"... I won... So..."

My battle made sense. Yes, I think so.

The evil king, no, the Komori Ning, laughed just a little while he felt his decaying body.

Keep your eyes closed.

Three years have passed since the showdown on Purgatory Island.

One man who knows that battle still has a busy day.

The man still sits at a spicy desk today, doing one case after another. Review the information displayed on the monitor and listen, determine and settle communications entering from subordinates.

"Chief. Have you seen the data you gave us yesterday on the medium-term strategic plan?

"I've already checked all that. Number two and six are no good. The rationale is too sweet. I don't have a problem with the rest, so I'll just stay put for now."

"It's about the visit to the Principality of Flaris."

"Please arrange a private plane. It's a waste of time, so I steer myself around efficiently. Can you list the opposition? I'll turn it all upside down and I'll be back, so get ready."

"How about we arrange a meeting next Thursday?

"Fine. Go get yourself a cheeseburger."

He's the Pope.

"That's okay. Nothing. Was it vegetarian or something? Then why don't you just eat a fishburger?"

The man cleans up what comes in by voice and email from one end. And, before noon, time was spotlessly free.

In the meantime, I'll turn on the TV. Well, I can't say it's my job to watch the news.

Apparently the ruins were discovered from the seabed near the island where Anthrax lives. Academically worthwhile. That would once be deposited with the United Nations and 'nationality' determined. Maybe it'll be a spark of contention, but the discovery of the ruins is a good thing in itself.

"Hmm. Mr. Bena, it's decent."

At present, no outside human access is allowed to the islands inhabited by Anthrax. Their doctrine can be controversial online, but it's basically supposed to be 'those people are what they are'. Perhaps one of these days it will fade away from public memory.

Anthrax receives no pressure whatsoever from the outside and keeps everything away from the island that we don't need from ourselves.

It seems that Benante's "whereabouts" are largely in place now. You'll never see him again, but he'll probably be content. It could be during the ritual of praise and sacrifice right now. That's natural on that island.

"Next News."

Apparently, one of Mr. Santa Vana's had another problem. I'm in trouble. The temple is already perfectly made, so that should do it. There are the ones who attack people occasionally.

Apparently he was arrested. That's right.

Nevertheless, like a while ago, there is no Santa Ana extinction movement. Maybe border security will be tighter, but that's just a personal matter.

As the man watched a bokeh TV, the sound of Pawn, echoed indoors. Sounds like noon.

"Chief"

My men, who don't read the air, came into the room.

"It's lunch break now. I don't work."

A man rests when he rests. Anyway, I took a refresher vacation just before I founded Slayer, so I'm muscled. Take proper paid leave for your men as well. Service overtime is not evaluated. The point is, you can do what you do.

"So, just listen to the message, Dear Nina!! Secretary Ikeno said," I understand the case, I'm not involved here. "

"Oh, I will"

That's fine. That's Ikeno. It's quick and helpful.

Metallica Leader, the new few horses were even hungrier with one problem cleared up. The pizza arrived earlier so I decided to eat this for lunch.

Today's pizza is a spicy chili resource. Speaking of which, Mr. Ikeno felt like he liked spicy things, and started thinking about him somehow.

The new name that reunited Ikeno after the showdown on Purgatory Island was just a little surprising. but I was also convinced somewhere. I knew there was something wrong with Ikeno losing. From now on, I don't have to wonder if I might have dared to direct you to such a result.

Anyway, that guy was a really cunning guy. In fact, Mr. Ikeno must have been stronger, but he probably expected what would happen as a result of the battle. In short, it was a duel between Ikeno, who had better win, and that guy, who could lose nothing.

Maybe they weren't good enemies anymore at that point. What I was aiming for was different.

So, Mr. Ikeno officially left Metallica after that battle. And the next time it was, it had become the secretary of the dismantled, reorganized New Guardian.

Seriously, he's not a hammer, I think. I thought my new name as the leader of Metallica might suck for a moment, but I never ended up hostile to him. By then, a whole new world had been created.

In the new world, the New Guardian upholds order and peace based on the Secretary's ideas. Maybe Ikeno isn't doing it with a sense of justice.

"I miss you."

The new name after eating the pizza took out one picture that was behind the desk drawer. Maybe hearing Ikeno's name reminded me of the old days.

"... Ha ha"

It's a photograph from the Development Office. At that time, there are pictures of people who were pals.

Mr. Tsurgi with a Japanese sword and a crisp look in front of him.

I was embarrassed and couldn't say properly, but that guy was seriously cool. I couldn't wait to die, but I thought maybe a little good luck without him.

Every year, with my wife, I go to Mr. Tsurgi's grave. I tried putting sake on my grave last year.

'You're in front of another one, too. Now you want me to be Daiginjo. "

I thought I heard that voice. I think it's probably empty ears.

I'm hugging that guy in the arm and giving him a piece sign with a full smile, Mr. Anis.

I like it at this time. Aura sucked, and I laugh when I remember.

Mr. Anis was crying all that time. That's right, I guess.

She ended up going back to America. They're working hard on Crimson, which has now become an industrial equipment manufacturer.

It's always about her healthy and bright. I'm sure everyone loves you, makes everyone smile for that, and you're having fun doing it. Occasionally, Nina! And he calls me in a nostalgic voice.

I'm just a little concerned that you're so cute and so young, but you don't have a boyfriend either. It's also a mystery that sometimes you go abroad and you don't get to come back.

Maki is pictured shrugging her shoulders like she's nervous, but smiling gently.

Maki quit Metallica some time after that. Now it's a small town in Europe, and they're doing doctors.

I think Sabbath's revival of human rights has led to a lot of thoughts. Discrimination and prejudice against Sabbath is not completely gone yet, but it's sure to be good for someone as gentle as her to live publicly that she is Sabbath.

In the middle of the picture, there is a picture of a senior with a strange face for not being in the picture and a new name herself pointing to it and laughing at it.

The data chip entrusted to him by seniors before that showdown was exactly what he thought.

Three years after that, the new name succeeds his will, and he intends to come his own way. The defeat of justice and the demonstration of Metallica's power made the resistance small and it was not so difficult to put countries under Metallica's control.

It changed the world in a forceful way.

First, it implements the dismantling of the former Guardian and of the United Nations, which was the global unifying mechanism. This revived religions, creeds and lifestyles that should have disappeared from the world once, and also created conflicts and political struggles.

I don't know if it was better than the previous world, where most people had unified values and were stable. There can be no affirmation if we are told that it is peaceful or that there is maximum communal happiness.

But then what have those people lived with until now? I also think.

Even humans have a lot of guys. And yet we are all together to be peaceful and happy, and that would have made you uncomfortable?

There is no longer an area around the world that is said to be a small, but definitely existent slum. Naturally, it was painful for society at large because it needed resources. There was opposition, there was battle. But Metallica achieved this against the backdrop of overwhelming power.

The public was rough because they were originally "outside" of the general society. Although it has been decreasing in recent times, there has been an explosive increase in the number of crimes and so on. But the "supposed to be gone and normal people" is gone. I don't know what will happen to that in the days ahead.

And Metallica, too, will no longer be in the future, not so far away. It's moving to be so.

The world has changed in many ways.

Metallica, who conquered the world, did so in a short period of time against the backdrop of overwhelming power. That is not, by any means, complimented, nor what can be termed a reform of justice.

There is something broken. Some people have been hurt.

Still, it changed.

That was all, the truth.

It is not only the power of the new name that has changed the world in this way. The new name ran on a cut path.

And it was the man whose new name called him Senior who cleared the way.

That guy, he's gone.

"... but it was fun, me.

The new name was one in the chief's office where nobody had anything to hear, so he murmured.

- Europe, some town -

I bought the antibiotics I plan to use at the hospital and the young man, who was on his way home from using them, sighed.

Your body isn't moving enough yet, and weakness is a good place.

I finally got enough forgiveness to go out and use it because I'm only recovering a little, but is it okay to fulfill what I'm trying to do now? A full comeback may be delayed.

Maybe a little unscrupulous, maybe pissed off, too. But I can't do it barely.

"Just open up here!!

The men who kick the door yelling so loudly are police officers.

This city is inhabited by several Sabbaths and those who happily embraced it. In contrast, there are occasional police officers who complain irrationally and try to fatten their personal clothes.

Few, if any, fail to acknowledge the changed world.

And we still think of ourselves as' justice '.

It is not the same justice that youth know.

"Stop."

The young man told police officers that in a low voice.

"What are you!? You think you can turn against us!?

The police officer held the baton in his hand and shouted out to threaten the youth. I see. He's a big man. If I give you a verbal answer, you'll be beaten.

But the youth are not frightened. Well, you'll definitely lose in strength or arm strength, but that's trivial. It doesn't matter.

"What are you," "You think you can defy me? 'You say?

I don't admit how just you guys are. But if you guys think you're righteous, here's what I'm gonna answer.

Laughing cold, the young man opened his mouth.

"It's an evil trick. What's wrong with doing something wrong?

- Fifteen years after conquering the world. Metallica was dismantled. Compared to before that battle, many things had really changed in those days.

What if I put something notable in it for you?

In response to that question posed by a reporter, the former Metallica leader, a few new famous horses, replied, 'It's the meaning of a word'.

It is not clear to them one day that the definition of that word in the dictionary has changed. However, it is clear that there has been a change compared to more than fifteen years ago. That was not what Metallica did, it was a natural change.

Evil: To deny and fight current common sense and values for your beliefs and ideals, things.