If the shoe touched the slightly remaining puddle, it did not evaporate nor was absorbed, but it ran dry.
Just like the water is coming to an end.
"Stop there, the god of death Anahem"
It was Wenzel, the birthplace of the god, in a sharp tone.
"What are you, the Four Gods, outside the Desert Desert? If you shake in this sanctuary, the flowers will die quickly."
Ignoring Wenzel's warning, Anahem, the god of death, slowly walks to them.
Tran sl a t e d b y jp ｍ tl.ｃo ｍ "... or is the selection god Romuen who destroyed the gods in this sanctuary you ...?"
"I say useless questions"
Without stopping, Anahem makes a heavy voice.
"What is waste ...?"
"If the god of selection Romuenu is the other face of this Anahem, there is no telling. If you say otherwise, you will no doubt believe in the guilty uncle."
He says the questions and answers are useless.
"No. If we talk, we can solve each other's misunderstandings."
Tra ns la te d by jpｍtl .c o m "If we look at each other for the first time in a long time, we're going to talk about it, with the stigma of disturbing Anahem, and what's going on."
Wenzel gets stuck in reply. It's like a grumpy man.
Or is it disguised as embarrassment, hiding that he has destroyed God?
"Apologize for your disrespect, please calm down, the deities. Why did you appear on this crown?
"Did the fire dew be stolen during the dog's stomach, or was the dog stolen?"
Anahem stared at Ennesone with a grim, sharp glance.
`` In the order of the detestable demon king who is not God ''
He stood in the gaze of Anahem and spread his hands, as Zechia defended Ennesone.
"Ennesone doesn't steal anything."
"Wet clothes .........!"
"Shut up, little girls!"
Anahem exclaimed Ennesone and Zechia in a bold voice.
"Nobody but stealth can steal fire dew.
"I assure you, the deity. In the name of this birth deity."
Then she flashed her gaze, Anahem said.
T ranslat ed b y jp m t l.ｃ o m "OK, then hand over Ennesone."
"... what ... she must have said that she was not the one who stole the fire dew ..."
"If you're not stealing, let's hand it over. If the dog is innocent,"
Wenzels were under heavy pressure by the words of Anahem alone. The flowers of the sanctuary are scattered and the petals fall.
"What are you going to do?"
"I give a hammer. It's called the end."
It was a relentless word. If you don't care, you can see that there is a sign that it is about to fly.
"... She is not God's order, but for me it's just like my child. I heard that my dear child is coming to an end and how can I hand it over?"
"That's why. Did you think that shit could go to Anahem?"
Girori, he glare at Wenzel.
"The god of the end deserves one belief, only the words of the end and the life"
"... I don't know what this tribe is saying ..."
Eleonor holds her back and mutters small. Hearing that, Anahem glanced at her.
Myth: "When the roots are coming to an end, they will release everything they have cultivated in their lives to this world. This one who controls the end of the reincarnation will not miss it."
Magic came out of Anahem's body, and the sanctuary shook like a threat.
T ransl a t e d by ｊpｍt l .c om "The source of the end is a lie. Then it is very easy to pursue.
He will have the power to know all the memories and hearts of those who have been destroyed.
"What would you do if Ennesone was innocent?"
As if unmoved, Anahem said.
"Shimmer with delight. Specially, let's extend the end by five minutes."
Ascending from a dried lake, Anahem is still moving forward. If the foot stomps on a flower, it will wither with the surrounding flowers.
Lausel, the blossoming god, struggled with his face.
"Korra, shoes are strictly prohibited."
With the magic of the sanctuary <>, the magic power was accumulated on the palm, and Eleonor shot <>.
A huge light cannonball swallows the end god Anahem. It's just a flood. The man was flooded with overwhelming magical light, but he went forward without his care.
"Lie, it doesn't work at all !?"
Sanctuary Shinko The love and tenderness have been converted into magical powers <>. While hitting it that should have been effective against the tribe, the ending god Anahem proceeds by lightly pushing away the light by hand.
"This anahem is the god who rules the end of the root. There is no such thing as ending the life of the swell."
"There is a chance ..."
With the Sanctuary Fiery Gun <> as a cover, Zechia was wrapped around behind the Deity God. Duplicated magic mirror She jumped and wielded Enhare, and in <> she multiplied it countless and bundled it.
Tra ns late d b y ｊp mt l .co ｍ "Zesia, no, no! Run away!"
Shuenjin catches Enhare down with his left hand. At that moment, the blade of light shattered.
"Kiyoshi doll like"
Anahem's sword slashes Zesia's body diagonally. The blood overflowed, and she died instantly.
Resuscitation "<>"
Eleonor's magic circle envelops Zechia and she is revived.
Resuscitation However, it was a decoy that rolled Zesia's corpse-the moment Eleonor concentrated on <>, the god of death sought to jump short.
At close range, Anahem drew a sword.
Fourth generation barrier "<>"
Geothermal fire, four magic circles form a barrier, and Eleonor protects himself.
Death sword "Dead to the end. Guzelami"
The Fourth Barrier Seal Sealed down, the white curved sword slips through <> and slashes Eleonor's hand.
No, she slipped through her hand, slipped through her skull, and her blade passed through her body.
“…… ぁ ……………”
Only the roots of Eleonor were torn. It slips through everything, tears down only the roots and depletes its lives. That may be the power of the sword Guzerami.
Eleonor, who is good at seeing the roots, quickly noticed it and receded slightly. The source was hurt, but not fatal.
She whip a barely moving body and she prepares for pursuit. But by that moment, Anahem had disappeared from her eyes.
The aim is-Ennesone. The shrine god, who approached during the moment, thrust his sword straight into a young body.
An unpleasant sound that cleaves his ears sounds gagaiiyi.
An azure shield prevented a dead sword that slashed only the root. It was the birthplace Wenzel who took it and protected Ennesone.
Birth Shield "A drop of the beginning will soon become a pond and become a mother sea. Gentle my child, please get up. Avrohelian"
The azure shield shines.
Desperate sword Guzerami makes magic particles rise, but Wenzel's shield cannot be slipped through and cannot be hurt.
No, exactly, the shield is hurt. However, the shield part is newly born one after another.
Made from only the roots, they continue to be born again, whether they die or die. It was a shield of life.
"Draw, Anahem. Are you respecting order, are you going to fight between the four deities?"
"Take"
Of course, Anahem grabs the birth shield Avrohelian.
"If you're the birthplace of a birth, you're not going to fight."
If the end god puts emphasis, Wenzel's body would rise gently. The birth shield and the destruction sword are equal, but Anahem far outstripped his strength.
"It's in the way.
“…………”
While lifting Wenzel with his shield overhead, Anahem goes straight ahead and swings his sword at Ennesone.
But this time, the faint glowing barrier stopped it. A magic barrier created by Eleonol with pseudo-sources.
"I know how to prevent that bent sword."
"Wasteful things"
With a lot of effort, the god of death slashes the magic barrier of the pseudo root.
At that time, a gentle voice resounded.
"Poll, dance!"
At the signal of the flowering god Lauzel, pollen flew from the flowers in the sanctuary all at once.
"The wind is coming! The wind from the crown of the heavens carries the pollen of the flowering god!"
Hearing Wenzel's words, Eleonors react instantly. A verdure wind blows over the sacred area of the flower garden. They made a big leap, chasing pollen, and got on it.
"... run away, but ... win ..."
Zechia gave the V-sign to the shouting god, which had gone away in no time and was about the size of a bean grain.
"-Miss"
The next moment, the utter god Anahem jumped and jumped to a branch near Ennesone.
"Enne-chan"
Eleonor draws a magic line, and the destruction sword grabs Ennesone's head.
Although the wind of the dew was carrying them at tremendous speed, Anahem jumped from branch to branch and chased forever.
Flying "Somehow a terrible god ... Why can't you use <>, but why can you follow me?"
"... catch up ... do you ...?"
Zesia gazes at Anahem, jumping from branch to branch, holding the Enhare.
"Don't worry"
Wenzel said.
"If you come this far, the only branches that jump over are there. You can manage to escape."
She stares at the approaching large branch. At that moment, I saw a white figure jumping into it.
Immortal god Anahem immediately kicks the branch and heads straight for Ennesone.
"Is the end"
"Yes, the story is another opportunity."
Wenzel has no difficulty blocking the fallen sword with a shield. Anahem, who has lost his foothold, can only fall.
"Kill, Guzelami"
While falling, just like the last scratch, Anahem throws a destruction sword.
Elonor parryed the sword straight to Ennesone at a magic barrier of pseudo-source.
Anahem falls, and they fly away in the wind. With his index finger up, Eleonor said.
"I hate persistent men."
then--
"... Zesia-sister ...!"
Ennesone screamed. When Eleonol turns around, a cloth-like thing wraps around Zechia's neck.
“…… ぅ …… ぁ ……”
She tried to cut the fabric with Enhale, but could not. An object with the order of God, unwrapped in a turban of the deities.
Following the white cloth, there was an arm above it, and Anahem was hanging. A murky, sharp eye is directed at Ennesone.
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