Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

It was a blow all over me. Long stretched nails easily pierce the load's skull.

Lou opens his eyes to my sudden outrage. [M] But it's too late.

There was no excitement. There was just comatose joy. Maybe that's proof that I've become a monster.

Softly pull through the cranium pierced nails. Hot blood splashes and a grin on nature and expression.

I got it. Now I'm free. After that, you just have to get out of the woods and run away everywhere.

I'm not going to argue with the Knights of the End. You can just get out of the woods and run anywhere. You just have to hunt the beast and live in the back of a similar forest somewhere. Until I get tired of my new life.

- So, uh, there was a sound like a pixilli and something in it.

"Oh, my God - what is this... what is this?"

"Huh!?

A voice you can't possibly hear strikes your ear.

I didn't understand. After a few beats late, the fear of finally getting hair all over his body.

Sure, my nails were supposed to have pierced Lord's head. The load was neither avoided nor prevented.

The source of my voice was in front of me. Indeed, the Lord, who should have slashed his skull diagonally, was speaking plainly, remaining in the same position as earlier.

I don't have a single scar on my head that my nails should have pierced to the ground.

Stupid - impossible. Lord is not undead. Being a corpse ghost, I can clearly see that Lord is a living person.

Soon, the blood that was supposed to have adhered to my nails, the blood that was supposed to have splashed, had disappeared.

Impossible. Impossible. Impossible. I did - kill Lord. I killed him, I should have!

"Already, you have intelligence - do you? There it is... interesting."

"Huh!!

Not yet. It's not over yet.

With the mood of tearing, stick your arms out with all your might. Aim is not the head. Heart.

The five protruding nails pierce the easy and loaded thin back with a large wind hole in the center of the body. The sensation of raw and warm blood is transmitted flat on the palm of your hand, and the sound of blood flowing from your apple is raised.

Again, I hear pissilli and strange noises.

From the load pierced through the trunk in front of the eye, a voice is uttered that does not make you feel angry, praiseworthy.

"I pierced my head, not for the reason that I didn't die. But clever. That's clever. I don't know how long you've been wise - but even after the rank mutation, you've been standing still? Tiger sight and aim for my life? Heh heh heh... I didn't expect it, but it's better than I expected... it seemed like a plain body.... to the hack - thank you."

A monster. Even I, the corpse ghost, cannot remain unresponsive if my heart is pierced.

Impossible. Is this the Necromancer?

I knew I was invincible from the front. That's why I launched the attack at a time like this. [M]

Hunger and desire for survival support a heart that is about to break.

Pull out your arms. The moment I put it out there, the flesh pieces and blood that should certainly have stuck to my arm disappear as if it were Xia.

Think in the moment.

What do we do? How can we kill a creature that can live with a broken skull or heart?

No - no. You can't live with a fatal wound. This is not about super resilience or anything like that. Yes, it's as if, by some means, the attack - was supposed to have been absent -.

There is no escape. I can't even defend myself. The judgment was momentary.

Kill until you can. For the first time, I roar in front of the Lord.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww!

Shake your nails up in reverse. Just before the sharply stretched end cleaved the robe, the voice of Lord Horos slit my roar into my ear.

"Stop."

Orders thunder and pierce themselves.

My arm cramped and I was suddenly braked and I destroyed myself. The puffy arm tissue can bounce and dull pain strikes. My flesh, which was moving as faithfully as I am, moves freely, takes precedence over my command of the Lord.

The toe never reached the meat again.

No matter how hard he tried, his claws pressed to the point of touching that robe or not, he could not go any further.

I finally accepted my loss there.

No - you can't win. You'll never win. The man in front of me... is a monster. Monsters like me are incomparable.

I can't move a step like I ordered. The load slowly looks back in front of me. There is no anger in that look. Only the comatose pleasure was tenacious.

That showed the difference in strength. For this Lord, for the man in front of him who showed anger in Luu's false report (which was actually true), it's not enough to be angry, such as the revolt I waged for a thousand odds.

If his life was in danger, the look on Lord's face would change a little too. One in every hundred million, my rebellion did not succeed.

The Lord seeds me as if he were shaking me.

"Kukukukuku... End, you seem smart - but you don't know magic. Your defeat was that I thought my life was" only one "hehe... Oh, allow me to talk."

"What do you mean?"

From earlier on, I've been trying to launch an attack, but it doesn't move as if my whole body has been stoned.

Lord slowly removed the silver round stone from his nostrils as he expressed a deep grin in his appearance.

It's a stone with a strange sheen that I've never seen before. It seemed like it had a smooth spherical shape to it, but now there's a big one in there.

"Kuku... I am - dividing this life into one hundred and twenty parts. You killed only two of them. That's what it is when you, my subordinate, need to give me one hundred and twenty deaths in a moment to kill me. If you're a leading Necromancer, that's what we all do."

A silver sphere is shattered and scattered in the hands of the Lord. But I can't watch anything like that.

One hundred and twenty lives...... because!? Impossible. None of the stories I read in my lifetime came up. There's more to cowardice than that.

But at the same time understand and convince the reason for Lord's confidence.

If that's true - you'll never win. Once or twice, it is impossible to kill a hundred and twenty lives, even if they can be crushed by ambush. My rebellion had no eye for success from the beginning.

Strong regrets strike me. But there was nothing I could do. There was no other option then. It's just too late or too early.

What matters is now.

I'm going to... What happens? How will the man in front of you dispose of the rebellious corpse?

The Lord commands me to stare.

"But... it's not something they're going to be after. End. I forbid any future offensive action against me, any action that could be detrimental"

Again - will it?

But until just now, I'm relieved by those words that I didn't want to hear even if I died. Because that order indicates that you are not willing to kill me at this time.

And I couldn't help but despair of that relieving fact.

A few new questions could have been asked, but that would be discarded for now.

Don't screw it up. What we need now is - absolute will, unbridled conviction.

Horos Carmen. Kill. I will definitely kill you. Compared to the absolute death that I felt in my lifetime, before my eyes, I'm not enough to take you.

No matter what means you use, no matter how many years or decades have passed - it's this me who wins freedom.

"Kuku...... awesome warfare. I feel the difference in absolute power and still feel the impenetrable will of lacquer black. After a hierarchical mutation, the intelligence to gain self and lurk without taking into account it. You are the king of my sorrowful dead. Is the achievement of my long-standing desire also current? The Knights of the End of Immortality is coming to the present... hehe, haha..."

Your eyes move slightly and your load grows high.

My eyes were shining strong in the dark. I can see Luu, abandoned on the verge of being made undead, trembling as he nodded on the floor.

Laugh. Laugh as much as you want. If I laugh at the end - that's fine.

"I need you to help me. End. It doesn't matter what you want."

"Free me. I will obey you."

The rebellion has already been found out. It's useless to be just a form of Kyoshu. And I'm sure that's where Lord wants it too.

Lorde laughed delightfully at me as I expected.

"Oh, I heard you were sick and dead, but what a fierce man! But, okay. End, allow to move"

"... order again"

"Permission to move."

The flesh, which until earlier did not move as if it had been consolidated all over its body, regains its freedom lightly the moment it received its voice.

I immediately flipped and rushed to the door with all my might. Kick the floor with all your might and run up the stairs, not through your dull and painful arms.

From behind me going up the stairs, a scream rises like a panic.

"End, don't run away!

"Huh..."

Again, can't you? No, I knew from the beginning I couldn't. But I couldn't help trying.

Lorde approached me as I stopped and raised my voice. [M]

"There seems to be no alarm or gap. But that's the nature of the King of the Dead."

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And my days of captivity began the next day.

I don't change my appearance, but there are days when my whole body is tied up in invisible chains to hang on.