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

One unchanging expression, Fer Die, reaches quickly for the long sword on his hips.

The flow shield I was looking at twisted my body vigorously while moving my face back to the front.

By the time the arc-drawing fist is more overwhelming than the blade-drawing behavior, "Haya" will be swift.

A fist of driftshield roaring at overspeed landed on Fer Die's face.

"…, ………………………!

Blood scatters as it draws its tail as it trails through the shaken fist.

Soon after he pulled out his sword, Fer Die couldn't even take his passion and was slapped into cobblestone in large letters.

The surroundings calm back as if they were left at that speed.

"It's late."

The audience also understands what happened, signaling the language of drift protection with middle fingers up. A loud, grunting cheer exploded.

"Eh, over!?

"Ha, fast! What is it now? What have you done? You beat him down!?

People boil down and the air wraps up in a vortex of excitement. I rang - not. In fact, so much enthusiasm that the earth vibrates.

………

The drift guard looks down at the young man who fell on his back.

Due to the height difference, it was a blow that struck me down from a higher position than my head, also known as an overhand light. Adequate response.

But.

Remaining in the fist, cold...... hard feeling. And.

Fer Die wakes up Mukuri and himself, as if to wake up in the morning.

- Pakin...

Gray sharp double-eyed. Blood overflowing from the limbic nose, with no expression that pushed anger to death.

The red blood makes a noise and freezes.

As Fer Die wiped his fingers beneath his nose, the solid blood fell into pieces and cobblestones. Colorless thin ice peels off like decaying plaster, even from the fisted cheeks.

The attribute is: Ice.

The identity of the sound I had heard earlier. Reasons for being able to get up while taking the blow of drift protection.

The drift shield takes a step forward and, by low kick procedure, releases a kick to the right in the face of the rising Fer Die.

The young man, who was supposed to be a physically brittle Grimcrows person, guarded the blow with one left arm. The impact, like a rock kick, conveys the legs of the stream protection.

Fer Die turns his right palm toward his shield as if he were blushing.

Failing to fly quickly, the pointy ice-column, about two meters high, stood in a position where it was protected until just before.

The drift guard set toward the pillar flashes the right hand knife and slaps it straight from the side.

"Ice Column Split! from - …"

Plus, the tip of the collapsing ice column - kicking the pointy part off.

A block of ice broken and sharp murderous bullet jumped towards Fer Die.

A young man crosses his arms in front of his eyes. The ice mass was not pierced in its arms - the moment it struck directly, it became a shattered fragment and scattered.

While the drift protection was only marginally surprising, the risen Fer Die had backstepped down and finished rebuilding his posture. Separate mid range and stare at each other.

The people were incandescent in the immediate attack.

"Ugh, wow, these guys are amazing!

"Which one's up there!?

"No, I haven't used the Divine Chant Oracle yet...!

That's what happened the other day when I could rub it in a liquor store, but people in this country like these rough things and fights on the bottom of their hearts, and drifting protection laughs inside out. while turning his gaze toward the enemy without alarm.

The feel of an earlier low kick. Its hardness to defend and grind released ice cubes.

It's like - ice armor.

This is who that strange noise is. Using plenty of minutes until the decree of initiation, Fer Die covered his body with thin and hard ice. physical hardening by the ice god chant Oracle, but should it be described as

"Strong, you."

"Are you sorry now? It's late, monkey. The sin of letting me bleed is heavy. Whether God forgives it or Pluto, I will not forgive it."

"I'm not going to be able to knock you down with one finger because you're so strong, I'll gently stroke you with my fist."

Fer Die can kill in his eyes. Stream protection laughs off with its nose.

The tongue fight was there too, and the boy began to take the left and right steps.

- There was a slight stray.

If we keep this up, we'll probably be invited as guerrillas, as Belgrette and Crearia think. The mission was harsh, and to the guerrillas that there is not one now.

I am not dissatisfied with my current college job. Roman, the leader, and the other workers are doing well.

But.

Two more years for continuing to work at the college like this.

In two years, the Belgrettes will graduate from college.

At that time, what will be done about Arisu Current Protection?

When I was in Japan, I never thought about what to do after I graduated from high school.

But here - in this world where there is no place to be, we have to seriously think about it.

Will you continue to work at the college where the Belgrettes are no longer graduating?

(I...)

Fer Die carries a sword in his right hand and fleshes to stream protection with a blue light on his left hand.

Swedish not the sword that was swept up, and fly over the ice-column that thrust up. and stepped in quickly at the same time, rolling out his left fist.

Pan and pleasant sounds.

"... but!

Fer Die raised his voice and turned away.

Stiff - but no problem.

Fer Die's sword is protruded with a roar. The drift shield twisted his neck and twisted it, knocking two consecutive hits of the left jab.

In two series of fists that flew in exactly the same orbit, the young man's righteous face plays, with a red splash and fragments of ice.

Even as he receives his fist, Fer Die waves his left arm to the side. Immediately after, the ice column stands from the ground. The drift shield used his leg to avoid this and quickly stepped in to visit him with one more left fist.

The ice young man makes a bloody scene. The red, wet thin ice peels off in a single point concentrated punch.

- The boy just wants to be on the girl's side, as usual.

If you're on Belgrette's side, it should be best to be a knight. but if you're not a Raindeer person, you can't be a knight. To a 'outside' person, there is only one option.

And even if you couldn't be by her side.

"But Leafia. If that's all you have, if you can't even use it wrong, you can help someone?

Such Belgrette's words come to life in the back of his brain.

This was a word that was directed at Leafia in yesterday's conversation, but it was something that also applied to drift protection.

Fighting this Fer Die, for example.

Mage, the chanter, is a powerful man in this world. If they stripped their fangs in bad faith, it would be a terrible threat. It is precisely this terrorism that proves it.

but Arichi Shield takes an advantage over the chanter Mage. In time, they basically need a time-lag of chanting to be able to deal with them and unleash attacks at an uncomparable rate. At the point where they branded each other a duel or something, drift protection becomes overwhelmingly advantageous.

Regardless, there are exceptions like Dino, and this Fer Die is also highly skilled.

I got a painful blow in my hand early in the opening and stayed down. If it's normal, it's over as it is, and even if you can get up, you're going to fight while dragging the damage.

Sometimes in a ruleless struggle it is said that "the first shot determines everything," but Fer Die went into exactly the 'losing pattern' - it should have.

But is it also the main body of the magician Mage? Successfully minimizes damage, outstrips pursuit, and regains momentum. Even a drift shield is never the right person to be caught off guard.

But still...

The drift shield takes its feet clockwise - without 'gripping' the left fist, sticking out quickly. And only grip hard at the moment of the landing bullet Impact.

"Damn......, bah!

Left jab with fist speed emphasis. A blow that left behind the shadow of Kasumi could play the face of a direct shot Fer Die.

- If you have a current shield, you can resist the presence of the chanter Mage. We can twist down the malevolent. The hostages can be freed.

Earlier, I remember an old couple wishing their daughter well as a hostage. It's over. I couldn't 'bring him back' on my own, I remember Mia.

If you can grant this power the 'law' to achieve more results.

On the left, which flew the shortest distance, there is also blood coming from the face of the youth. All the thin skin on the ice had peeled off already.

"... Gu!

Fer Die's knee rocks wide. At the same time, that expression changed dramatically.

Anger. Tooth eaten up, angry shapes.

In fact, this man must be an unmistakable skill. That's why I realize.

to the fact that the Divine Chant "Oracle" is not even used and is about to be defeated almost exclusively by the left fist. Overwhelming - to the fact that there is so much difference in power that it can also be described as hopeless for Fer Die.

"This... little monkey... ah!

The man of ice, transformed into the shape of a god, waves his silver sword down into a hanging.

Lifeguard turned to the blow and kicked it together. A sword kicked from the side flies as it rotates like a windmill.

A drifting shield with a left fist, but the fer die I read drops quickly and leaves the range.

In a flashy crossing, the people boiled.

- The guerrillas that it's terribly dangerous.

But that's natural. The job of knight or soldier cannot be dangerous.

The Belgrettes, the royal guards, that's the same thing. Then I want to at least fight with you, shoulder to shoulder.

It would still be sufficiently dangerous at a time when we are being driven to such a duel in the first place.

If you are ever asked to cooperate again, that is no different than working as a soldier.

Fer Die exhales rough. Every time that shoulder goes up and down, the red Shizuku creates stains on the cobblestone. The eye is that of the beast at hand. He's not dead yet.

The shield looks at the enemy without alarm and puts a fist on his cheek to wipe the sweat that flows.

So for the first time, I noticed the edge of my mouth hanging.

It's just like it was in Dino.

Something in my heart is on my face again.

Dangerous? No one has survived before? Superior.

Yes, I'm exalted.

(- Okay...)

Liquid shield breathed heavily.

- Guerrillas, why don't we try it?

The stray disappeared. No, I shook it off half forcefully and decided to stay ready for the momentum.

Perhaps if it were meant to be, we should give Belgrette our opinion. But she would say it shouldn't be. Take care of yourself.

If Belgrette had told him so, he would have followed him while he was being flushed.

So I made my own decision. Go your own way.

"Monkey... monkey... monkey... what the hell..."

To the resentful enemies with blood revulsion, the drifting shield was as haphazard - telling them off as if they had made a fool of themselves.

"Oops bad. You're so weak, I've been thinking about you. About the future? So, you can finish it now, right?

"Monkey,...... ugh!?

An intense, understandable nature if incited.

In an instant gap where Fer Die shook himself in anger, the drift shield stuffed him in time with one leg.

With his right fist resting on his hipster, a spitefully reacting young man shelters his face with both arms.

"- Phew!

The drift shield remained intact, slamming a mid-ram into Fer Die's belly.

"..., Gu, Ba...!

Kin, and the feeling of something crushing.

As Diemald said at the tavern, Fer Die is still wrapped around his belly, too. Furthermore, it covers the body with a protective film of ice. A blow that anticipated it. The feeling of punching a thick chunk was transmitted to the fist of the drift guard.

Simple feint. Fer Die, who was slapped in the face with a scatter slap, tightened his face defense in an aggressive manner when he saw the drift protection entering the offensive posture. But that's what I'm after. Lifeguard slapped a galloping empty belly.

A very basic upside-down split, with no tangles or tricks. But if you try to be a fer die who doesn't have cutting-edge martial arts knowledge or anything like that, you won't understand why you get fists like this either.

"Oh,... oh, my, monkey, oh!

"Sal, I'm not flattered, it's better to say monkey"

Dive into the left fist of the ice flanked on the side and poke your left fist into your belly with a knife to return.

Fer Die's expression fills me with agony. Sensibly, a few of the ribs should have been shattered.

Without crunching from his knees - the man reaches out to eat up his teeth and grab him for drift protection.

Faster than that hand touched, the driftshield spun its left fist around to break in and struck out. Short hook to the left, released from close proximity. An unconstitutional blow blurs the tip of Fer Die's jaw.

――――

The hand grabbed nothing, and Fer Die collapsed into cobblestone at the front.

Liquid shield takes the motion of a residual heart and walks out with his back to the fallen enemy as he lies down.

"Oh, it's over?

"Huh? You just fell. You're still getting up, aren't you?

The people watching the game are bewildered by the frustrated fallen Fer Die - a drift shelter that walks toward them.

I knew the drift protection from experience.

'Man down to the front, does not get up first'.

People try to hold hands reflexively if they are about to fall down in a depression. I don't do that because I can't. It must have been that my consciousness was flying - or taking such serious damage that I couldn't even do it.

"Until then! Winner, Lugo!

To the voice of King Aldia, the confused folks burst into joy at the same time.

Arishi shield thus - in front of the great audience, proved himself powerful.

"That's amazing, you! Who the hell are you?

"How dare you not use the Divine Chant" Oracle "to the end!?

"Well, you could have saved the college..."

The drift shield turns back beneath King Aldia as he leads through the waves of surrounding people. The giant king greeted her with a lavish smile.

"I see. I've never seen Lugo fight before, but it's martial arts to the point of awesomeness. You can't deal with him like Detlev. You're wacky."

To the name, the drift shield was only a little giddy. There is no change in King Aldia's smile.

"Kesh, how about your lord? Can you beat Lugo?

The king speaks to the knight beside him.

"Dj, is it you!? And yet I am also a knight......!

Kesh pins his spine and says something that hasn't been the answer. In front of the King, as a member of the Silver Legion Troop "Silverios" serving the King and the Country, it cannot be said that "you may not win" or anything else.

"Ha ha! Well, anyway, Lugo, thank you. It worked better than I expected."

"Ah, ha..."

Is it because I was listening to Claria?

I felt that the king's smile seemed to me to be saying it was calculated.

"Your Majesty, we have brought the thief man to camp!

"Uhm, thank you"

The king nods back at the reports of soldiers rushing over.

"So, to the court magician..."

"Hmm..."

Speaking King Ardia and his soldiers sideways, Liu Cun sends his gaze to the museum.

Now I have the enemy pawn in my hand. You can get information if you want to interrogate me. Most of all, the terms on which I was betting this duel. I don't feel like I need to do that anymore.

A king finishing a conversation with a soldier sounds a lot of correspondence.

'- Come on. You're not complaining about the duel, are you, Mr. Jindim? Well, then, shall we have all the hostages released? Or would you like to go?

'No. Let's do as I say.'

In response to King Aldia's request, Jindim showed an honest response.

"... Huh?

Leaks the sound of Kesh shuddering. The drift guard looked up at him so that he could be caught. Did you notice the gaze, Kesh explains to the shield, though a little confused?

"Oh, no. I thought you were going to obey me a lot. If I'm being honest, I don't think the enemy needs to let the hostages go."

"... Indeed"

Kesh is right.

This duel is in the end, just under word of mouth. As for this side, we have to keep our promises because the hostages depend on their safety, but the enemy doesn't have to keep them. There is also no mechanism to compel the enemy to abide by its commitments.

What is this, not a reciprocal negotiation, etc. The enemy should be able to pass through more impotence than they are taking hostages. I just rebuffed my promise here that "I still can't free the hostages," and if you put it on the enemy's side, there shouldn't be a problem.

I don't believe that people who take hostages and stand up believe in negotiating with dignity. I don't even think I can show you who Fer Die fell into this hand...

At a time when we've freed the hostages, the enemy's loss - this win is like a certainty.

Does that mean Jindim... honestly admitted defeat?

The voice of Jindim of the day echoes even while the drifting guardians bewilder.

'Well... as promised, all the hostages will be freed, but the numbers are numbered. I get a lot of time. Don't you have any complaints?

"Oh, I don't mind."

'Right... let's give it enough time. As soon as I'm ready, I'll let you go. "

The ripples on both sides that were floating above disappeared.

King Aldia quickly flies instructions to the soldiers around him.

"All right, gather the numbers. As soon as the hostages are released, we'll quickly confirm the trap."

"Ha!"

The soldiers follow instructions and scatter quickly. I watched how it was, and Kesh nodded.

"... I see... is that what you mean"

"A trap? You said something, now"

To a strange drift protection, Kesh explained to me about the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb.

From what I hear, it's a human bomb at last. In every world, they don't make a big difference in what villains think.

Confuse those who planted the bomb with the approximately thirty hostages who will free themselves at once. I don't care if I set everyone up. Actually, it seems to be a technique that takes time to treat, so it is impossible to imitate everyone.

Anyway, it's also suspicious that we've set aside enough time to free the hostages. The bomb is a fully conceivable story. Rather, it also feels like this is the only means left for the enemy to reward him with one arrow.

As far as I can guess from Jindim's communications technology, it also seems to be expected that if we could use the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, it would be tremendously powerful.

- Well.

Is a human bomb planted to make it look like a hostage liberation? Will this state of affairs meet with convergence by King Ardia, who foresaw it?

Until liberation, the countdown of six hundred seconds began.