Shin SD Sengokuden Chou Kidou Daishougun Hen - Story

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Several years have passed since the incident of the falling of the Islands of the Sky. V-maru returns home, to Birmingham Town (破悪民我夢の街), from his musha training. He had changed his name to Godmaru. Things don't look good back home and something had changed about his brother Victory who is currently the Daishougun. While investigating the matter, Godmaru became a wanted enemy of Ark. He was told to go to Gaunland (俄雲乱土) by Bakuryuu to attain a new power. He travelled with four fighters from foreign lands who he gained their friendship through battle. During the journey Godmaru came to know that Master is the mastermind and that he had turned Victory to stone and seized the rulership for himself. Master plans to open the Gate to the Netherworld that is sealed beneath Retteijou (烈帝城). Having gained the divine instruments from the awakened Tengaiou, the group returned to Retteijou, where the opening of the Netherworld gate has begun. Tengaiou tried his best to seal the evil energy but Master seized the opportunity and fused with Tengaiou, gaining a massive power up becoming Batou Daishougun. Chou Kidou Daishougun was summoned by Bird Gundam and the fate of Ark is left to Godmaru. A climatic clash ensues where the form of both mushas disappeared.

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