A huge fortress that turned into a shining silver castle, burning its walls, sharpening its hull and destroying its wings.
Cartinas said, a fortified fixed base fixed castle <> is a fixed castle that never falls even if the world is destroyed.
Certainly Zerid Hevnus would have had that robustness.
However, my teeth don't stand.
The smile is the world Sasha releases <>, which overwhelms Zelidhavenus with overwhelming destructive power.
In a blink of an eye, the thick outer wall was destroyed and the hull half-broken.
T r ansla te d b y Ｊp mt l .ｃ o m "If you hurt it, you can't fly right away."
Looking down at Zered Hevnus, I say.
Creative Art Architecture "How long have you been burdened? <> Come on, Faris. Show the real wings you draw to the Balandias.
『――Blood on the brush』
Faris's voice resounded.
As if tethered to the tattered hull with creative magic, Zered Hevnus still shines.
Spreading hard on both wings and squeezing the magic, he rose slightly but surely upright in the midst of the falling light.
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Faris's magic was barely keeping the shape of a castle that was about to collapse.
"My Majesty, I thought I had to keep it."
He says in his own words, to inspire himself.
Comrades
After reincarnation, how many battlefields have you crossed?
"The people"
It is easy to imagine that this was not an easy battle, as you can see in this Zelidohevnus.
"Old Masters' Works"
It was unmistakable hell for him. For an overly kind creator, I can never escape-
"When the mighty enemy approached, I had only one way to fight. Will you die as a creator or protect them as a warrior? When I was given that choice, I decided to dye this ship bright red. ''
A magical barrier has occupied all sides of Zelidhevnus, as if it were a deadly force.
"Ima-sara ... I'm afraid ... Why can I paint? I don't qualify for a brush because I stained my work with blood. ''
Zelid Hevnus flutters softly.
"I turned this Zelidhevnus into a weapon. He defiled his soul and sold it to the devil. The picture does not forgive me, no matter who forgive '
Tra ns lated b y Ｊp ｍ tl.ｃom In response to his wishes, the wing flew violently in the light of extinction.
"Please don't be sorry. Still, I don't regret even if it's ugly! I saved what I couldn't save by painting! You can draw peace without drawing a picture of peace. That is the last hope left for me as a warrior-
Despite being tattered, the aircraft still squeezes out on the .
"Be sure to guide Barandias with these wings! ! 』
The ship accelerates. With broken wings, but stronger than ever.
"Yes, let's go! Faris!"
A voice echoed from the ground. The castle owners of Zymon and Balandias.
"You, you are the wings of Balandias!"
"The child of the battlefield, the incarnation of war!"
"Don't be so loved by Ginjo as Farris!"
"The world's only silver castle creator, the strongest warrior!"
"Our castle demons will do our best! Let's celebrate the Militia world at the impregnable Zelidhaven !!!!"
As if cheered, Zelidhavens rises further. The appearance of the tattered hull and the broken wings leading to the light seemed to Faris himself.
Flying I put <> around the tiger's neck and throw it into the air. Then, it slowly accelerates below your eyes.
"Farris! Our head! You are the rarest of Balandias."
Bagi, Gigigyi and roaring ears cleaved. In front of the castle demons, this right arm folded the right wing of Zelidohevnus. T ra n sl a t ed by Ｊpmt l .ｃoｍ
“…………………………………………… ぅ, ……………………”
The idiom "Let's do that and see it in particular. And remember, the residents of Balandias, the castle demons who know only battle.
Hold the fist, smash the outer wall,
"Farris. I love freedom, my subordinate. I've often survived this hell."
Tear the turret, shred it with your bare hands,
"Everyone he praise you as a warrior, and you can't always beat your strength."
Fly around Zelidhavens and smash the hull one after another to make the square castle round.
"But it's okay. I'll break these things down. Let's smash their hopes in front of you and tell them about the real warrior."
He flew straight, cut through the left wing, and beat with brute force.
As the light of extinction pours, it destroys castles that are stronger than the world, destroying them, and shattering them. The wings of hope they've stumbled upon, an immovable castle that only binds you.
I'll destroy it in front of Barandias, to perfection.
"Shimmer in fear, Barandias. This is power. This is a true battle."
Someone had to say.
Someone had to stop.
T ra n s l a te d b y ｊpｍ t l.c o ｍ But he wasn't there. The inhabitants of Balandias did not understand the picture, and none of them resembled the creator Faris.
"Is this a weapon? Something like this? A delicate castle like this paperwork?"
The semi-destructed Zelidhevnus, in front of which was a myriad of techniques connected to provide magical power.
The stronghold fixed base Fudo Castle What is drawn in that place is the <> technique.
Two thousand years ago, Farris drew a picture of Fasima's forest. Even as he entered the battlefield, as a creator, he did not permit engraving techniques on it.
His belief was there. In the midst of the battlefield, only that little canvas was where his soul was.
A sanctuary where he must be invaded in order to fly the battlefield as a creator, who is he.
Farris bent it. How much struggle was, how much distress it was.
Every time he saw this castle, Farris would have been in endless cry.
"I will release you from this prison."
The black particles of the sevenfold spiral wrap around my whole body.
Fortification Fixed Base Fudo Castle Swinged his fist to the end, hitting the <> technique and hitting it.
He shattered his ears and shattered it, shattering it and shattering the walls. He beats, crushes, and shatters his pathetic technique of fighting as a warrior.
Destroy, destroy and destroy the castle, which has been in tragedy with Ishigaki, in an endless manner.
He broke through all the thick barriers of Zered Hevnus and entered, and saw Faris standing on the bridge.
"Well, Faris"
I stepped on the floor slowly and told him.
"After all, I'm not good for you. Warriors, etc."
“……… The Majesty ……”
Resolute warrior face. But that seemed to me a lost child who was about to start crying.
"The Demon King has many people who are good at fighting, but they can't paint."
Take a step towards him.
"I don't think it's a hero or anything else. It's something other than a doge. Is your place here?"
Take a breath, he says.
"... The creator Faris Noin is dead, because he has sold his soul to the devil ..."
"Sell the soul? To whom? To the carinas? Say a fool."
I laughed and told him.
"You bought your soul two thousand years ago. How are you going to sell what you don't have?"
Farris makes her eyes round. I walked straight.
"I'm always telling you everything you like. I'm not going to give it to anyone unless it's your will. Neither Cartinas, Metilen, nor this Balandias."
Walks up to Faris and whispers gently by him.
"Let's cry, but let's cry, let's let the hand hold the brush and force it to draw, Faris."
He looked at Faris's face from a close distance and expressed his unwavering will.
"You are mine"
I point at my chest with my hand.
"Your soul is here. The soul of the creator Faris Noin is still here. Its noble heart is not so cheap as cloudy with blood glue."
“……… Your Majesty …………”
With a shocking face, she falls down and kneels in place, and Farris heads down to my feet.
"... I draw a picture ..."
Teardrop is, endlessly spilling. With a screaming voice, he spit out his thoughts.
"... if still forgiving ..."
Faris said holding his fist and clinging to me.
"... I'm going to paint ...... Her Majesty ..."
As if you are rare.
"... like two thousand years ago ... on your side ..."
"forgive"
He was asking.
In the ever-changing Baldiaz of the war, but still.
Where you can draw. A place where you can see the picture.
He must have sought a place for his soul.
"Draw as much as you want. I will destroy all the unreasonable things that tie your freedom."
Reach out in front of Faris. He looked up at me, spilling tears.
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