Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"You, what's your name?

"It's Flamgio. What about the brother and the lady who say that?

"I'm Sabel. And the spirits of Lugumiraluma are the beauties of the other side, Julie."

"You're gonna love Noroke."

The two men, who should have been hostile, stared at the enemy in front of them side by side, introducing themselves.

At the end of his gaze, his opponent. His height would be better than two and a half miles. Dark-skinned giant, wrapped around lumpy muscles. The ring, a testament to the participants, is not found in its thick neck, and the gigantic eye of the gullible is nearly as powerful as that of the beast.

The name is Enrokak Stijje.

The Sabels don't even know, a contraindicated demon sword pulled out of a sheath named Reason.

Sabel and Flamguio, Enrocak, Julie on the other side of it. Currently, the three were confronted in the form of pinching enemies.

"I'm sorry to hear about your company..."

Sabel turned her gaze only slightly to the side while remaining focused on the enemy.

In the land of the meadow, three men roll without power. He is a companion of Flamgio and an enemy of the Sabels. They, who were skillful operators, had damaged parts of their bodies and transformed them into an unbroken figure roughly out of the shape of a person.

Flamgio says pale as he looks at such a miserable and murderous enemy.

"What, the friendship I met a few days ago. The contestants at the Capital Tavern were in a mood for each other, so we talked about putting together a dozen things. It's not a deep pattern."

But.

Only one of the four survived, diluting his eyes and leaning forward.

"I don't know what kind of" loser bastard "put me in a cross spear like this... it's not even a shallow connection enough to be smashed up and flat."

The black giant, who suddenly appeared, was not wrapped around a collar. That already means that we have been disqualified from fighting on this occasion. Your breath is rough and your whole body is bloody. It is easy to imagine that he defeated deeply and ran wild.

"It's not uncommon for a guy to come out and say he's going to crash into a losing belly... it's too much, Knoppo. - You can't complain about getting butchered."

It's like a bomb. Flamgio, whose soles were instantly bounced off, fleshes to Enrocaque at a terrible rate.

The attribute is - the same as Sabel, Flame.

Converting the burning force to speed, Flamgio turned to the side of Enrocaque with an exquisite foot twist.

"b, f,"

Lose your sanity. Note that the giant follows the move.

A swirling wind in both arms of a round-the-clock roars and flies to crush his prey.

"- Huh!"

Low enough to crawl through the ground. Flamguio gave himself all he could to succumb to a storm blow,

"Shh!"

From the growing momentum, he slammed a shock wave of heat on his fist into Enrokak's jaw.

A faintly fluttering black giant. And the treasure hunters of war will not miss that opportunity.

"Julie, fit in!

"Yeah, Sabel!

Full sync. The two, approaching from front to back, sandwiched Enrokak. Sabel's fist stepping in from the front pulls the purple tail and pierces it into the giant's belly. Julie's wind blade descending directly from behind chops the giant's big back as well.

Splashing blue firepowder. Blowing peach splash.

"......, gub"

In a moment, Enrokak's knee leaned gaggly.

- Winning.

A giant who instantly killed Flamgio's companions by his tremendous appearance, but his depletion is so obvious. If it's in perfect condition, it must be the user of the protruding range. But now I'm dying. It works if you hit it. I can definitely take him down.

Enrocak, faintly curled by the linkage, did not miss the gap and Flamgio stepped deeper.

- It's over, knoppo bastard.

An arcuated fist from the bottom slams into Enrokak's cheek. moments, powerful blast flames that roll.

It was a direct hit by Kaishin. It was over if you were one of them.

If that opponent is not even Enrokak Stijje.

…… …………

Flamgio, who should have tapped into a special blow, stares at him with a stunned look.

I should have decided to fight, my right fist. Tear your hands to pieces and crush them.

And he realizes. Enrokak's flesh, that the fine vibrations cover it. Enlightenment. That its identity is a stream of thin and tough winds -

The ultimate in protection from wind giants, the heavenly coat of headwinds. It was also a fierce blade of clothing that equally engraved those who touched the breadth.

Enrocak's enormous right palm eagled the stiff Flamgio's head. And the other hand, his left hand, accompanies him under his chin.

"Flamgio, run -"

Sabel screams with all her might the name of the man she has just heard.

The young man knew. Previously in my life, I was so reminded that I didn't like it.

That death always leans right next to you.

The sight is like twisting the lid of a liquor bottle. Flamgio's neck turned three times with momentum. The buckwheat sounds dull and annoying, and his body collapses. A ring wrapped around his neck loses its hardness and flickers.

- Julie, fit in.

"Yes."

The two didn't even shake the fine dust.

Been living in the outside world for over a decade. I am no longer even willing to try to be aware of the number of lives that have disappeared before my eyes.

It's not an uncommon situation. My home village was ravaged by bandits, and I lost my place to live. Everywhere as a dot. Repeat life on that day filled with hunger and poverty. Still brush the arm of the surgery, be quite skilled.

Stable, 'I can live'. And then there's the two of us, and we just need to be free to live. I don't care about justice or evil. It's none of my business. I'm not going to tell you anything beautiful.

That's how I've lived all my life.

Although.

"- Fucking big guy. Only Temeh will crush here."

'Ferocity', which must not be allowed to rustle. In the world, there are the seeds of such scourges.

When this man was undisputed 'it', two instincts were turning it down.

Sabel Alhano and Julie Micheus understood each other better than anyone else. Whatever the shortcomings of each operation.

"Kul Ato, god of fire. I want to bust him down at all costs. I need your help!"

"Lord of the wind, Wayne Lips. Give me that great blessing."

With tremendous firepower, Sabel is inferior to range on the other hand.

With excellent range and speed, Julie lacks the power of a single blow.

So you two always lean in.

"- Flame dance!

"Windy -!"

The investigation is synchronized. The Flaming God and the Wind God respond to the call.

"With that blow - destroy it!

A great gust of wind carries a blue flame until it is poisonous. A rough swirling flaming dragon instantly swallowed Enrokak Stijje. The surrounding soil gibberish and branching leaves are involved, making a patchy noise and burning up.

Flamgio's death is never in vain. He set me up to complete the chant to unleash this move.

And

"Let's go, Julie, one more puff!

"I know, Sabel...!

To the two skilled men, there is no alarm.

For the wild purple tornado, Enrokaku, who would be on fire in it, the Sabels stand up to set up further pursuits.

A complete, perfect flow of battle. They didn't have a downfall.

Just.

Just to say that the other person was out of the ordinary course.

A giant body jumped out of a purple tornado.

"Buha, b, v, fuha, hahahahahaha-!"

Spraying smoke, scattering firepowder.

Enrocak Stijje has jumped forcefully out of the still fierce assault technique.

"Heh...!?

"Eh -"

The treasure hunters of war finally understand.

This is not a struggle.

He said it was mercilessly one-sided, hunting.

- Stop it.

I can no longer squeeze my voice out, even as I plead so.

No, 'that' is not decent. I'm not the one who can communicate with words. If you can afford to beg - do everything you can, burn your life.

"... heh!"

A young man covered in blood, soiled and crawling - Sabel Alhano can put the soul and heart of his whole body, Prarna, into his right hand, even as he falls. All you have to do is shoot and stare at the enemy.

"Grr......!

It's not surgery or anything. Just a kick that swung - that blow, and they took my ribs.

"G, b, f, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

It was like a monster with no taste in it.

Lumpy, developed, substandard giant. Black skin stained with return blood. Blood-running eyes that I just think are madly "fu". An unusual intruder giant who appeared abruptly.

Now on the right hand side of the monster is Sabel's partner - a precious woman, Julie Micheus, captured. He is grabbed by the neck and hung high. Her ring had come off at last and had fallen to her feet as an unreliable string.

"Ju, Lee......!

In the first place, I don't believe it.

She with the alias "Ethereal Leap Butterfly" Morpho "can be captured so casually, etc.

Julie is a magnificent butterfly herself, glittering in the wind and in the hands of her enemies. Until now, no one has been able to capture her properly.

Even so.

This crude monster - I can't imagine from the outside - captured her with unlikely speed and accuracy.

If Julie is a butterfly in the wind.

This giant is like, 'The Wind itself'.

Just as you can never escape its existence, which is the basis for winging.

"..., sabe... l, run..."

It's like twitching and crushing the torso of a grabbed butterfly.

Gone. The light softens in her eyes, it is lost.

"Let... Ru... ka"

Sabel stood up and let the flame wrap around her right arm. The color is purple. Its flames that host rare colors. When I was a child, this was the cause of the stigmatization. I kept being seen with strange eyes. Only Julie complimented me on "Beautiful."

The two are treasure hunters who have rolled all over the place. His name was also known there to his peers. Together we have done countless jobs and encountered many crises. Each time I drove, sometimes magnificently, sometimes forcefully, but surely dived through.

That's it. Is this where it ends lightly?

Indeed, it is a struggle respected by the provisions. But when I joined the war, I didn't mean to be alarmed. Such solidity is also the factor that has been won out so far.

Standing around, I didn't see an approximate fall.

Until it's just overwhelming, differences in character.

Flamguio flames too. And my purple flame. And Julie's wind.

I can't get through. Many times a deadly blow should have hit me straight, but it's as if I'm unwavering and flat.

Are you really human, this man?

Does it happen? This is such a stupid story.

"Let... Ru, or... ugh!

Sabel kicked the ground. It also turns the atmosphere to be inhaled into the power of purple flame and drives to the giant who grabs up his beloved.

Blood running, eyes floating in yellow white eyes captured Gyorori and Sabel. Cover your empty left palm and shoot off the black swirling Australian wind.

And split the earth, and swallowed the impending shockwave,

"Don't lick me...... hey - hey!

From side to side, he roared the right fist of the flame. A grievance demon belonging to Class B, a spiritual blow that also extinguishes toughness and the famous Lugar and Drauthor. A scorching purple shot through the flank of the giant - it didn't.

The right hand is suspending Julie, and the blow on the left is over undeveloped. To the giant, there was no way to fight it.

But.

knee. A knee thrust up at an invisible speed was crushing Sabel's blow with every right arm. The meat rips apart basically and the bones pop out unbroken.

"Gu......, uhh! but haha ahhh......!

Bite your teeth all crushed.

"Heh, it's supposed to be...! Fucking big guy. Heh...!

The young man with purple flames shall be damned. This time, there was nothing. Sabel's attack technique and what holds back between goals.

left. He slapped his left fist into the flank of the giant,

"Teeth, eat up, eh - eh!

Exploded it. Blue and white firepowder falls.

"Bu, f"

A giant body that does not seem to belong to man, but surely leans. Handy.

It did work. It did arrive.

(Good opportunity...! This is where I push it off...... ugh! A man would be a monster. Ow, ow, ow!

To the left fist, I can put the power of the whole body.

The adventurers of war, who have survived many crises in the past, never missed that gap at this moment either.

"Wow - wow!

Blasting punch streak from a tight state. It's like mining a rock bed, while a giant's abdomen is hit by a purple rupture. In a blowing blue twist,

"Go, Bo..."

The flesh of the black giant turned upside down,

"Eat it... fuck it. Yeah!

to its side of the head, slammed his full purple fist into it. The giant body, indeed, leans heavily. A blue flame broke out - Julie's body freed and fell.

"Julie!"

I embraced you. Take my dear woman, surely with that hand. You can't touch it with your right hand, which you crushed unbroken, so make sure her warmth with your left hand.

"Julie, good......"

"Sabe, Le"

Make sure she's okay.

That's how they put it together, and the giant kicked them away.

…… ――――

My vision rotated.

(Chi... Ku, Shit...)

Sabel becomes aware of the end as her own arm watches the ring dancing off her own neck as she hears the sound of her ribs crushing.

- Oh. This must be the end of a vagabond. I knew it. One day, with no foretaste... I visit incredibly casually. Like the protagonist in the story, there's no way it all works out. It's not like you can have a dramatic death that will impress the reader. Without any foretaste, encounter such a monster. No one will ever know, and he will die lonely and crippled.

Still, only important people -...

While rolling down the ground like a sphere, Sabel didn't just untie her arms embracing Julie.

Sabel looks up, wretched and crawling, holding her beloved strong. At the very least, only the Spirit "The Times" will not yield to the end. You stare at the reaper who kills you, and you fall.

……

With just one kick, how much distance did they fly? A windy giant nestled nearly ten miles away. Those mad-stained eyes look down at the crawling Sabels. That's good.

When did you show up?

Right behind that black giant, a young man stood.

Like, flames.

Even Sabel, who manipulates the heat himself, just vaguely thought so. The young man said he just stood there doing nothing, but it seemed so. against a burning red-haired man, some younger than himself.

That's what he is.

"Uh? What? He's not wearing a collar, is he?"

He frowned as he looked up at the giant in front of him and leaked those words to his swallows.

- Stupid. What are you doing? I was taking your back because of you.

It should have been an opportune opportunity for a monster with an overwhelming power.

A noticed giant turns to the youth. I turned around and roared the wind wrapped haughty arms as a matter of course. It tells an equal death to anyone - a merciless hammer.

That, should have been.

Fist behind the impending wind. Kachi is a fist wrapped in flames. Clash, right fist and right fist.

For a moment, it rises as fierce as a winning name - the Red Lotus Fire Powder.

Dino Gailroen's blow had brought Enrokak Stijje's fist back to ashes.