Black Haired King

"Gigah!"

Tentacles stretching with Dead Dragon's roar, one tentacle branching at the tip, many more coming towards me. But I'm not moving to do anything about it, and I'm headed straight for Dead Dragon.

The reason for this is that I have a sister who manipulates me to fly fireballs to protect me from behind. A fireball that moves toward a tentacle that stretches toward me. 10 moves a fireball cleverly on my sister and burns down her impending tentacle.

Thanks to this, I can proceed without worrying about my tentacles, but from the Dead Dragon, I will be angry without going the way I think. Whenever my tentacles are burned now, I roar and stare.

But Dead Dragon never reached for his sister. The reason is because I arrived in front of you. The Dead Dragon came looking at me without taking his eyes off me and waved his giant arm down.

A forefoot big enough to crush a human being is swinging down on me. I release a wind cut towards its forefoot. Even the wind cut disguised as Satanic Heaven only slightly damages the Dead Dragon's forefoot, which frightens him, but also does not reduce the momentum.

Well, that was predictable, so I fly sideways to avoid the forelegs being swung down. Zudon! And avoiding the right forefoot being waved down by making a noise, I wave Schwartz down toward that forefoot.

Schwartz's sword body, which is granted the effect of extinction, was mutilated with little resistance to the scale of the Dead Dragon. Cut Schwartz up to half his arm from the bottom in the form of a cut back.

Schwartz, who cut it up to cross the diagonal cross with the wound he made when he shook it down, again damaged the Dead Dragon's forefoot.

A normal opponent would scream and be frightened of the pain if he suffered this major injury, but the opponent is undead, he has no pain and will never feel the pain, so he shook the dead dragon's front leg sideways towards me.

The wound I made also heals immediately. I'm not eating undead anymore, but I think I'm using it to heal the pieces of undead flesh I put on my body.

Watching that wound while avoiding the forefoot swinging beside him, a flaming spear flies towards the Dead Dragon. It must have been released by my sister. The flaming spear released apart from the fireball is shot around the face and neck of the dead dragon avoiding tentacles that attempt to be cleverly slapped off.

Dead dragon who can yell if the pain is no bother. Do the flaming spears unleashed by my sister boast a considerable high temperature, or the wounds of the Dead Dragon won't heal. I guess there's something called weakness originally, it works pretty well.

The Dead Dragon kills me quickly, wings over my sister, and releases a blade of wind. A few blades of black-stained wind are emitted out of temper, but I release a wind cut to offset it.

At the same time, apart from the tentacles, the tail, which increased to three tails, came towards me. My sister moves the fireball in the same way, but she pierced the fireball in reverse without blowing it off, whether it was stronger than the tentacles.

"Shit, Ming Waterflow, Arrow Flow"

While avoiding the impending blade of wind, I use my magic to deviate my tail as it stretches to pierce me. But I don't like Mingshui, I have to concentrate more than I use any other genre, and consume more magic.

I have my sister's cover, but Dead Dragon lets her own mass say things and stick them in. Shit, it's the first thing I don't want to be hit with. Because even though it's a giant dragon, it sticks in without fear of scratches.

I turn around the Dead Dragon to the right to avoid the tail and get the distance. Dead dragons stick their bodies to the right as they follow me.

My sister unleashes several fireballs at the feet of a dead dragon that runs at considerable speed. Why release it to a place like that? I wondered a little bit, but the next moment I was convinced to see the Dead Dragon fall apart and roll over.

Even the carriage runs at considerable speeds while turning right, or if it is straight into a ditch, it is sidetracked. I guess I did something similar.

I distanced myself as I watched the dead dragon roll over to the side with momentum. I tried to get closer to it now, but I couldn't get closer because Dead Dragon's tentacles were swinging irregularly around to protect my body.

Now I'm back to shaking it out, but keep it up. Then I'm jilli poor. What can I do... Thinking about it, my sister approached me.

"Keep it up. Then they'll push you off."

"Yeah, we have to find a breakthrough somehow, but as it is, my magic runs out first."

After all, the demonic power consumption of Satanic costumes is intense. I've been spending a lot more time than before, but I've been using it a lot today. If it's going to last, I have to get out of here once. I can't stand this temper without my demonic costume.

"... yes. Well, why don't you try one?

That's what my sister said when I was thinking about it. I said I was looking at my sister without knowing.

"I'll give you my magic, Redius. Use that magic."

That's what I said. But all I could do was frown. Because I've never heard of being able to receive magic before.

"It's not like I can't do it at all. It's compatible with this, and if it doesn't, it's poisonous. If it didn't fit at all, it would interfere with subsequent magic manipulation, so I didn't have anyone to do it. But"

"Don't you have time to say that now?"

Even if we keep doing this, I guess it's going to be the same as just now. Then should I call someone with any possibility?

"Besides, I don't think I'm compatible with Redius. Blood-connected sister and brother, albeit half. I'm sure I'll fit."

She's staring at me with serious eyes, sister.... If they say so much, I can't be lost either. Most importantly, I don't even think I'm compatible with my sister.

When I smile and snort, my sister snorts and holds my hand at the same time. And a warm magic flowed from my sister's soft hands. At first I rebelled against my magic, but as I mixed it up, it became familiar with my body.

Warm, burning magic mixes with my magic. The magic that was handed over my worries without hesitation turned into a black-burning flame, mixed with my demonic costume.

"Ha... ha... see?

My sister blues her face because of a sudden decrease in magic. But you gave me a beautiful grin to fall in love with and I get a grin too.

"Thank you, sister. I'll take care of the rest."

My sister snorts at my words. I look back as it is and hold on to the flames I try to ramble. The flames that were scorching the area change to armor at my will, without burning my sister, the original bearer of magic.

If you think you've seen this figure somewhere, the Devil's Heavenly Costume that the Master showed me was the Devil's Heavenly Costume with the fire attribute. Well, that was a flaming flame, unlike my black flame. Let's get a name from then on and name him Blackflame Emperor.

I just don't think it will last that long because I'm unfamiliar with it. I just have to decide with one blow. Wrap the black flame around Schwartz and head to the Dead Dragon.

The Dead Dragon, who rose from the sidelines, approached me the same way earlier. At the same time, the tentacles stretching out burn up with the black flame that is wrapping them around your body.

"Whirlwind Flow Righteous..."

And gather black flames on the tip of Schwartz. Dead dragons shake down their forelegs trying to smash me, but with each of those forelegs, they pierce!

"Dead Blackhawk!

Blackflame emitted by divine speeds pierced the forefoot of the Dead Dragon and straight through the head of the Dead Dragon. At the same time, a black flame ignites from the piercing area, burning the body of the Dead Dragon.

As I am, as far as my magic is concerned, I will burn the earth with black flames. Because I'm not leaving my temper behind. It will be a burning field for a while, but it would be better than a land where the undead will appear by temper.

I sit on the spot feeling tired attacking my body all at once. He watched the burning Dead Dragon behind his back with a roaring cheer from afar.