Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Beautiful hair like chopped silver thread. Deep purple eyes reminiscent of an amethyst.

Age is not twenty...... late teens? The skin is white, but not as pathological as Lew's, and the neat appearance that makes you feel intelligent somewhere is so beautiful that you can see it if it's not in this situation.

He's taller and more luxurious than I am, but the energy he feels is even more overwhelming than he did when he checked at a distance earlier.

I am stunned at how positive energy and other unpleasant luu can also feel something.

I wondered, to its divine appearance, not at all shady from the near future, if a beautiful person like her were to say that she was going to kill me - that I would undoubtedly be unacceptable to live in this world.

Still, I don't know if I'm going to spoil him or anything... but I definitely don't.

Fortunately, my flesh seemed to withstand the energy.

No, maybe it was just an illusion that I felt like I was about to burn out just getting close, and the aftermath had no destructive effect whatsoever. There was no depiction of the Undead in the midst of the miga that would wipe out the undead just by approaching it.

But I can't stop my body trembling.

It's impossible to leave Lew and run away. My physical abilities overwhelm that of a human being, but the other person is not just a human being.

"He's trembling, and his complexion..."

It's your fault.

"Damn, you like centipede"

The words are taken into account here, but the voices and eyes are as cold as ice.

One of my fellow knights from behind - a brown-haired man with a mace - tells me like he's shrugged, peeking into this one's face and frowning.

Preparation should be perfect. Lord said the Knights of the End perceive signs of negative energy and capture their location from a distance.

You shouldn't get any more certainty if you're suspicious than you're hiding it in an amulet -.

I made up my mind. If you can't fight back or escape, you just have to manage to mislead it through.

Lew is silent. A man like the sun keeps an eye on this one with a calm face from far away - a girl called Cenri, without coming close.

I'm worried about my gaze being cold, but I shouldn't have found out at least at this stage than it hasn't hit me all of a sudden.

A gaze gathers on Luu's collar, but slaves are not so rare.

"I'm sorry. It may sound angry, but it's our princess's 'vegan'. This is still a promising future, huh?

Vegan? Is this vegan?

Those sharp eyes seem to spot everything in this chest... vegetarian?

The woman who could destroy me by aura alone lowered her eyes slightly in disgust to the words of her companion.

"Nevertheless, there are things Cenri just worries about. You, what the hell, I see a dead minister. You look terrible."

"Luffrey! What the hell, you're rude!

A blonde knight in the back slaps her in the head and looks at my face. The worst seems to have been avoided, but it's not good.

The sun is dazzling. In a natural motion, deeply re-coat the hood you were wearing.

"... Yes, no. Thank you, thank you. It's just, it's just sick, so it's okay. Until the other day... I had just gone to bed... so I could finally walk outside."

"Sleeping.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yes."

The line has moved on, so follow it and move on. But a bunch of reapers after me follow me without reading the air.

What the hell are you after? You already realize this one is undead, and you're watching when it's time to perish?

I'm glad this body is undead. If I had lived, I would have had a sloppy cold sweat by now.

The Apostle of the Moon says in a small voice.

"I know how you feel. Me too... as soon as I slept, because I was"

"Huh... yes, it was..."

When I smiled lightly, Cenri had the same slight grin.

There were two shocks. One shock is the fact that the woman with power equal to this miracle was a sick man.

And to that extent, trying to understand me...

If I were you, I'd throw things at you.

Now I can laugh at that word because my body is healthy. And being healthy to me is not healthy to them.

But what does that mean?

I regain some leeway in the spoken words, raise my head, and once again see the face of the Knights of the End.

The expressions floated vary. Squeeze, laugh, impress. Another shock was that way.

The knights were glowing. But at the same time, incredibly - he was just a human being.

Some of the ending knights in the stories I read in my lifetime were frightened by intense emotions during the fierce fire. But at least the knights in front of us are too human.

He's just pale, showing feelings that people around him didn't care about me at all. [M]

Mercy is what the Apostle of Light deserves, but not the hero I imagined.

If you're the hero I imagined - I'm already dead. No, if that sun man had come close, that man would have seen me through.

That guy has a piercing lock that's going to do that without any relationship, such as amulets.

Eyes open as Cenri thought.

"Yes… I, the healing magic - should also heal a little"

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine now...... thank you. Senri. If you don't mind... if you want to call me - call me Luu. Lew is tired of nursing me."

I could laugh from the bottom of my heart at that moment. [M]

Normal healing magic doesn't work on the undead. Some magic that is treated by dividing positive energy is even a dramatic drug.

Cenri, the merciful girl, nodding small, laid her hands flat against Luu, who stretched her body as nervously beside her.

The fluctuations of force that were overflowing from the flesh contract and are unleashed with small spells. Excessive energy, which is likely to turn to ash after just a scratch, is poured into Luu, and the skin, which was no less pathologically white than mine, instantly regains its healthy color.

Again - strong. Too strong. Besides, you wiped me out and used some extra powerful healing magic, but the signs of centipede have not attenuated at all.

Unlike the undead, the positive energy handled by the Knights of the End should have a bottom, but that's all the difference in power?

But the magic of lethality was unleashed nearby, but my expression remained unchanged.

They are natural enemies of darkness, but on the side of the weak. Compared to its extrahuman power, the spirit is too human... there is definitely a gap to follow. At least, in spirit, it's good for that cunning lord.

Of course, you can't fight from the front. It's the pinnacle of foolishness. It is very much no match for their, Cenri's, and the power of the sun man.

I need to think about something.

Instead of killing the sun man, I'll do something to survive.

Keep your head down, without putting your inner heart on your face. The eyes of countless heroes look at me.

"Thank you, thank you. Well, we're in a hurry, so..."

Rue's back was pressed, and the moment he tried to move on, his hands were placed on his shoulders.

My heart is about to stop, which should have stopped already. I have no pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing. And actually, the temperature is also - much lower than that of humans.

I was just lucky that my consternation wasn't on the table. What stopped me was a blue-haired man with clever eyes who stood behind Cenri, who hadn't spoken a word before.

"Something?

"Oh, I'm sorry to call you off. As a matter of fact, we're looking for a Necromancer (Necromancer) lurking around here on the orders of our master. Death and soul, dark sorcerer."

"That sounds... tough..."

"Whatever, we were told Cenri was the best in history, if we could discover it, a Necromancer (Necromancy) would be an instant kill. But I can't find a clue. Shady bastards are good at hiding and the market dictates."

I didn't think the tone of mocking this one belonged to the Knights of the End, which I hear very loudly. But in a way, it's less alarming than a centimeter.

Look at my face, a man says.

"I'll tell you straight in. Your complexion is pretty close to undead. I don't feel any signs of darkness... but vampires (vampires) are vulnerable to the light of the sun. Let's have that hood taken. I don't like it."

"Nevila!?

to Cenri's reprehensible voice color, but the look on Nevila's face remains unchanged.

I see...... the strength of the force is centimeters up, but are they close to reciprocity? Master means the man of the sun watching over us.

When I smiled small, I slowly put my hand on the hood and let him take it off without hesitation.

Sunlight enters your eyes and narrows your eyes to the excess glare. Sunlight, the weakness of the undead, illuminates the skin, causing slight but tingling pain.

"Now, okay? My skin is weak because I've been sleeping in my room for a long time..."

Was it unexpected, Nevila opened her eyes and observed my face for more than a dozen seconds, but frowned and tongued.

"Chip, come off. Oh, that's enough. Sorry about that."

"Nevila!... sorry"

"No, it's my job, I don't have a choice."

Smile and shake your neck to the side, re-wearing the hood deeply. But my heart wasn't as calm as my expression. [M]

No pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing. Low temperatures also revealed several other materials besides resistance to sunlight.

They only made sure of the sunlight, I guess, because that's the undead's ultimate weakness. A powerful undead with confusing intelligence doesn't like daylight all the time, so I can't think of anything else to be sure of because he's an undead professional.

... No, did vampires (vampires) have pulses or heartbeats?

Sure, vampires should perish when their hearts are pounded with wooden piles. In the first place, the undead is a monster who sips blood and lives. It's not strange that blood is flowing through your body.

Let's reread the undead drawings again when we get home.

When I made that decision in my heart, I said goodbye to Cenri and the others with a smile.

"Well, thank you. Somewhere else..."

If I may - never see you again.

This encounter is a coincidence. I had a hunch for some reason.

The next time we meet - it will definitely be a fight.

I live. Even if he became a monster, he decided to live.

I'm not going to hit you from here, but I have to pay for the fire powder that comes down.

Even if that wasn't a fire powder or something, it was a hell of a fire.

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"What!? With the End Knight... I ran into him, he said!?

The change in the look on Lord's face when he heard the report from me was dramatic.

Unlike the Knights of the End, the skewed evil face makes you feel deeply comatose.

We talked about everything. It's the same thing I do, because Lou's gonna report it anyway.

Number of people, weapons. A lot of energy from that body. The only thing I didn't do was "sweetness" that I felt from Cenri and the others.

And when we talked about the old man wrapped in energy like the sun, Lord's emotions reached their peak.

With eyes that burn everywhere, including anger and resentment, he slaps his fist against the table. That appearance was the Necromancer himself I imagined.

"Primary knight, you say? I didn't know a first degree would come to this kind of neighborhood with grief as its present… I'm sorry to have to interrupt you everywhere"

"Do you have a winning eye?

"When, naturally!

Lords let me out of breath, screaming. The words show enlarged confidence and those who have preceded their mighty enemies, a peculiar exaltation.

It's not a lie. At least, that's what Lord assumes. There are grounds on which it can be made.

"But... a little later, if I had time, I could have ravaged them with more power! This is - you mean the last trial!? No, we're still gonna make it, huh? I'm a little naughty, but when a first-degree knight with an apprentice becomes his opponent, he doesn't have a moment's respite."

The load takes the cloth that was packed.

What emerged from inside was a stick that drew a smooth curve. The color is black. The texture is brilliant, the thicker it is below, the thinner it gets the higher it goes...

And so I finally realized who it was. Unexpectedly, I tremble.

When he saw me like that, Lord had a deep grin.

It's - it's fangs. Very big creature fangs.

If only one fang had the length of my arm, how big would the body be? At least not comparable to the kind of warcraft that appears in this forest.

"But I still don't have enough grudges. I need another bottle. I'm letting the hack have it... end. You said in an earlier report that you felt great power from the End Knight?

"Oh, oh... I, for example, will be wiped out in an instant. I just touched it and turn it into dust. It was such a force."

It's a pitiful story, but not in character. I can assure you that no matter how you simulate it, or if you haven't finished measuring your opponent's power, that's all for sure.

I still don't know how much power a hierarchical mutation can give me, but I don't think I can win a once or twice mutation.

But to my answer, what Lord gave you was a laugh.

"Come on, ha-ha, that's the vessel of the king of the dead! Don't worry, End. The power you feel is proof of the depth of Naruto you have!! An undead is - a deep shadow of light. You can feel it with a dead ghost! Enough vessels! There must still be a little time before they get here. End, be ready to wait!!

My eyes shine with madness and ecstasy.

That appearance was tougher because it was after putting the glowing before them.

I don't need power. I've never wanted anything like the depth of Naruto.

Again, I feel strongly at risk of loading.

I don't know what you're trying to do, but the man in front of you is an indisputable monster. The direction is different from that of the sun man, but no less... it's a chemistry.

I can't wait to get caught up in a battle between the monsters.

There is no moment of respite either. Oh, sure, Lord's right, there's not even a moment of respite.

"Let me make you king of the dead! And I will lay before my eyes the neck of a spiritual soldier of God who knows nothing about me."

Lord screams. Lu shrinks and is frightened. It's as if we're waiting for disaster to pass.

But the more Lord screamed, the colder my thoughts felt.

It's not fear. Survival instincts outweigh fear.

King of the dead? No, I'm sorry. I am a dead man. [M] You just have to leave me like a dead man.

There's an operation. On the way home, I came up with an operation to keep it.

It's a big risk, but we have to do it. And to do that, I needed help.

Make a deal with Lou. I'm also thinking about complaining. I know what it's like to be weak. I'm sure it'll work.

The Knights of the End or the Necromancers, but whoever disturbs my peace - you just have to put them all together and die.