I kept being called incompetent at home, but it seemed super competent globally

- Create the strongest undead.

That is what everyone dreams of if they deal with Necromancer sorcery.

The demonic family Vargema was studying to make this happen over time.

This is how we arrived at the secret technique of making the Necromancer immortal by making him possessed by the flesh of man while he lived.

With this, you can combine overwhelming combat power and intelligence that are not comparable to traditional undead.

It was just the ideal sorcery, except that there was an ethical problem.

But there was only one problem with this, too.

In normal humans, the soul does not have flesh because it reacts strongly to the Necromancer's rejection.

So what Vargema came up with was a way to synchronize the spirit of the dead with the human spirit.

If we integrate the spirit of the dead and the living with certain strong emotions, we mislead the rejection.

How can we let the dead and the living have the same emotions?

Vargema went on to do more research and came to one conclusion.

He said it was easiest to make the same subject hate.

And to make it happen, Vargema went out to a truly simple and demonic means.

When they attacked the villages, they repeated the massacre and waited for the Avengers to turn up.

He tried to make the dead and the living, both sides, hate themselves.

Of course, if you can't control your emotions, the ex-avengee undead attacks Vargema as it is.

It was an extremely risky experiment.

But he was absolutely confident about the control technology.

And at the same time, he felt a demonic coma desire.

If you use your hands and feet to kill the Avenger who came to kill you, try to feel better.

Thus, hundreds of years of waiting for the Avenger while attacking the village.

The ideal subject that finally emerged was Kurta.

Strong hate minds matured over time and built up high fighting power

And physical impossibility also works because you're still young.

Vargema just used her to embody what he thought was the strongest undead.

But...

"Shit, shit, shit ahhh!!!!

Just for a moment.

Without even seeing its strength, the strongest undead was purified and returned to man.

―― ● ――

"Uh-oh!!

Where did the rational attitude go earlier?

When the Demons raised their unspoken roar, they waved their hands and feet like children with eclampsia.

- Zun, gong!!

Have we lost reason and, conversely, have the restrictions been removed?

My fist broke through the wall and my leg crushed the floor.

Damn, if I leave you alone, you're going to storm until the hall gets even more ground!

I am in a hurry to retrieve Mr. Kurta, who is in a state of relief.

"Son of a bitch, you're gonna kill me!

"Come on!"

An irregular and agile move, reminiscent of a four-legged beast.

When I evacuated the retrieved Kurta to the wall, I intercepted the demons with my sword.

Heavy!!

The shock, like a giant beat me, almost paralyzed my whole body.

This is the physical ability of the Demon Clan, that's just a pain in the ass!

"Die, atone with death! Return the centuries of this Master Vargema!!

"What are you talking about!

Attacks carried out one after the other.

The form wasn't anything either, but its power and speed was a threat.

It is time to attack with a sword.

As we retreat, the walls of the hall loom.

Shit, I can't help it if this happens!

"Blanche!

"Colour!"

As I closed my eyes, my sword glowed.

Apparently, the devil's hand, deprived of vision, stops for just a moment.

I let go of the magical sword with the magic of light, which fell from the side to the back of the demon clan.

A blade of light eats into the back of the demon clan and scratches it.

"Grr!!

A demon clan with a groan.

But the damage was not as great.

That's a lot sturdier than I thought......

Thanks to the magic of light, the wound doesn't regenerate, but that's all.

The wear and tear would be less likely.

"... you did it, you humans!

Did the pain make my head cold somewhat?

The demonic tone had restored calm compared to earlier.

For me, it turned out bad in a way.

Take a short distance and release a few magic swords for restraint.

But they played all of that with their nails.

"We're going this way!

"Yes!"

Quite a different movement than before.

Although still coarse, it can be covered by overwhelming physical abilities.

Really, if it's just power, you're like Sister Liza!

Lay your sword aside and receive enemy advances.

Black swords made of special meteorites endure them even as they scatter sparks in abundance.

Where the momentum had fallen to some extent, I dared to take my feet off the floor.

I was blown away just before I hit the wall, stabbed my sword through the floor and somehow ran out of criticism.

"... Wow, there's a tear on the floor."

Surprise yourself at the rift in the floor you made yourself.

If you'd been slapped on the wall like that, you'd have broken your spine if you did poorly!

"Don't do it, kid! You're going to be an excellent experimental material!

"I don't know if it's gonna happen!

The slashing that begins again.

Every time a sword and nail are bumped, a spark splashes and the offense is severely replaced.

Only demons, that's just strong.

But your sister would be stronger.

Gradually, the feeling comes back when I was in a practice game with my sister.

That's right, about this will push it off enough!!

"Shit, what the hell is this human being! You're not a priest!

"I'm a swordsman!

"Then why could Russoleuil have used it!?

"Come on, think about it!

Just for a moment.

Less than a tenth of a second in time.

The devil's movement slowed me down from my doubts.

This provocation caused me to think very little time.

Here, we have to decide here!

I didn't miss the moment and let go of a blow all over me.

A black blade is sucked straight into the Demon Clan's neck.

"Ugh!

But should I say just that?

Until the end, the Demons did not try to give up the raw.

He tries to avoid a dying blow by bending his body in an unlikely direction.

- As it is, we can avoid the critical!

An unscrupulous movement in half disregard of the structure of the flesh.

impossible in humans. By doing so, barely, but fatally, wounds were likely to be avoided.

- Humph!!

But here, a knife that flew from somewhere stabbed the Devil's back.

It was Mr. Kurta.

She restored consciousness and attacked the Demons.

Normally, a weaker blow than even a tow.

But the attack worked above all in the present phase.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Demons who have reacted to the knife.

That neck, my slaughter jumped relentlessly...