Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Looking at the depressed and lush forest, Ruffrey, one of the Knights of the End Class III knights, narrows his eyes.

"Wasn't it a trap..."

I thought it was an ambush.

"The juncture is not working. That we have allies."

Cenri said pale, folding the letter he had in his hand and carefully nostalgic.

The letter is an invitation. Unknown sender, Lord Horos' invitation to Negijo.

There was no point in Ruffrey being suspicious either. But the suspicions I had until I got here were dispelled.

"Paying Attraction" is a powerful and unparalleled technique.

There are no physical barriers or other effects, but there is no further junction in blocking the way. As long as this junction works, Cenri and the others will never be able to reach it, even if a thousand people stepped into the woods, even if the place of destination was a hundred meters away.

There is only one way out of the line.

To be guided by those who know the way. Who knows the way - if there is a guide, this junction loses its effect. That was the weakness of the junction, and the reason why the art of 'paying attraction' was so powerful.

And this technique doesn't work unless the guide is at least one person, outside the boundaries.

But he's a collaborator of the Necromancer. They also know that they are in a position to be chased.

It should be within a certain range around the juncture, but it's nearly impossible to find just one guide in a short time.

I thought I had to physically blow the junction from forest to forest. The deadline of one week Senri had told Nevila was half for the investigation of the conductor, but half was also for Senri herself, to decide to be prepared to blow up the forest.

But there is no longer a need to spread the damage in a hoax.

The letter sent to Cenri, although it was a simple map, did act as a guide.

I can see the junction strewn in the woods inviting the Cenri and the others in.

And that meant that Cenri and his allies were present in the Necromancer's camp.

I have an understander. That fact empowers Cenri.

Senri Silvis is a natural body in front of a battle with a second-degree necromancer with mighty powers.

There is no fear.

Cenri and the others are fully armed. A white coat that reduces all physical and magical attacks, a light silver armor that covers the steep point of the human body. Carry each polished and polished weapon to the amulet that protects itself from curses and mental contamination, and gaze into the deep woods.

One of the End Knights - a blonde knight with a bow as her weapon, Thelma quickly looks at the arrow and shoots for it in the moment.

A black jaw made of silver, the weakness of the undead, stopped at a single branch of a tree - shooting and piercing the head of the user demon.

"Be careful. The opponent should be able to follow countless undead"

"Ha. Cenri, how long have you been in a position to worry about us? I'll give you the proper support, you just have to shake your sword, as usual."

To the words of his companions, Cenri nods and, as usual, converts the blessings he has lodged into more efficient forms.

Energy poured on its skinny body, pulling out the sword made of holy silver whose hands were lowered to its waist.

Positive energy blasting through the darkness rises and light fills the surroundings. And the Cenli and the rest of the Knights of the End began their raid on Horos Carmen's Negijo.

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War begins. Darkness and light, life and death, positive and negative battles.

Is it because it is undead, I could see the immense power of light approaching from far away, even in the mansion.

Its size is not the ratio I felt when I first found them.

This Knights of the End is not what it was then. Lord, and come and kill me.

But my body wasn't shaking. This is - I'm ready. Absolutely, at any cost, survive, no matter what you see.

The problem is - just the load.

Even though Lord felt the immense power of light, he had not yet reflected fear in his expression.

Is that the madness that he encloses, or - is there still a winning chance in front of this power?

That's all I'm concerned about.

Lord, with my magical powers, has a subordinate relationship... - Absolutely, I must die.

As long as he's around, I'm not even allowed the freedom to survive frightening escapes.

When Lord opened the door of the mansion and went outside, he shook up a short cane in his hand and shouted.

"... Oh, great incarnation of death, captive soul, now it's time to crawl out more than Nara, and become an invitation to death. Come on, ravage everything you live for." The March of the Dead (Corps Parade) "

Soon, in the mansion's large garden, countless beast carcasses had been gathered.

To the wolf, the bear. Ape. Some of them I killed and Lord turned them into undead.

Luu, who followed behind, opened his eyes to the maximum, breathing roughly.

His body was trembling, but his gaze was nailed by countless dead meat beasts (Fresh Wild).

The trees creeped up. Even though the sun is out, it's an incredible sign as if the night had come.

At night the body of the wolf, which he had refrained from in front of his eyes, smudges, and his body, even its mere flexion, swells. The fangs change dramatically around, and there is a bloody red light in both of their eyes.

The change ended in seconds. Unexpectedly take a step back.

The Lord waves his wand like a conductor. The beasts roar as if to go with it.

The army of the dead. Such a word comes to mind behind my brain.

I was wondering how you were going to cross with the Knights of the End in the undead that you can now follow.

Reinforce. Necromancers can not only revive corpses, they can also reinforce them!

Lorde's resurrected undead had changed their appearance.

Bigger, stronger, more ferocious, and - more blasphemous. The power I feel from it is not the ratio I have just seen.

You put too much effort into it, bounced flying flesh splashed, rotten odors drifting around. In the downpouring sunlight, the comatose beasts express their intention to kill, just as if they were eating the sun.

There was no signal. The beasts enter the woods simultaneously. Slightly over the fence, disappearing into the dark, lush woods.

All that remained was the skeletal knights, who had changed greatly and ferociously by the spell of Lord, and me, who had changed nothing.

"You can buy as much time as you want. The art of fate takes time."

"Am I not fortifying?

Awesome power. If you don't lose your sanity, I'd love to be strengthened.

To my inquiry, Lord turns his white eyes.

"... that's just a throwaway pawn. Too much power destroys itself. We cannot destroy the vessels of the King of the Dead."

I see...... apparently, there's no good story.

Well, if it was that easy to fortify, Lord would have fortified me.

But there's still a lot to learn from the road.

Necromancer is illegal. It's pointless to think ahead in this state, but it would break my bones to lose the load and gather more information about Necromancer magic.

Very...... too bad.

"They're - they're underestimating me. Kuck, let me show you. I have all the ingredients. You have to thank Hack - oh, repel him and make him a GREAT UNDEAD when he's ready to get back together again!!

Lord screams. The skeletal knights, who have turned into aliens, do not move one and await instructions from the Lord.

Ingredients...... is that that huge fang you received from the hack? I didn't know what the fangs were in the end, but I guess they're extra monster fangs because I'm so confident.

I'm sorry we got involved any more.

Say to the Lord, who is thriving alone.

"Lord, before we fight, I need you to lend me your gear - that black amulet and sunset jacket, and your bamboo."

"Mm... Mm..."

"You don't have anyone to use anyway, do you? In order to fight… we need"

This was a bet.

Of particular importance is the amulet of shadows. That is something that even the end knight's eyes deceive, perhaps quite precious.

In the future, we must absolutely live a peaceful life of flight.

To my suggestion, Lord gave me a surprise look only for a moment, but I immediately say it loudly and tongue-in-cheek.

"... let's be good. That's in the lab desk. End, come back to me as soon as you take it. This is an order. I'm in the hall."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

When I smiled, I thanked him and ran off to the lab alone.

§

I got a new raw one for less than a year. Run the familiar mansion with all your might.

Probably collected them all, I didn't see a whole bunch of skeleton knights patrolling all the time.

The lab wasn't locked. I've never been in this room alone before.

We have to hurry. There is no time.

Lord's lab is a mess. Potions and books I'm not sure about, spare canes or unidentified bones. If I could infiltrate alone, there's a lot I wanted to mess with. But ignore them all and take the object out of the Lord's desk.

In a shadow amulet, black coat. The last time I took out the black blade I was used to, I stopped my hand.

The coat has the effect of reducing the effects of sunlight. The amulet of shadows hides negative signs, but what do you think?

When I went to the city, they didn't bring me this violin.

Easy to cut off meat and bones and shake it no matter how many times, it won't spill the blade. This is obviously not just a wax.

Maybe - you're cursed?

I've used it many times before, so I'm sure it won't affect my flesh. But - the Knights of the End can sense negative energy.

The stray was a moment.

In the first place - I don't need a weapon because I'm not going to fight. I don't give out greed.

I have a trump card. Trump cards are extremely effective depending on where you use them.

I've always expected that cut. [M] It was lucky for me that I didn't have to cut it when I attacked the first load.

My trump card.

That's - that's my lifetime name.

Naming is an important act for a magician.

They bind people by name and make covenants with the Spirit. So when Lord resurrected me, he gave me the name 'End' most of all, which should have been white.

But I remember my first name.

There were things in Lord's orders that were coercive on me and things that I didn't.

It occurred to me only a few days after my resurrection.

I'm - I was called by a different name for more than a decade, and I'm not an 'end' with a vivid memory of that time.

Since then, I have deliberately obeyed all Lord's orders.

Even if the name fails, I am the undead created by Lord. [M] I would easily divulge my lifetime name if I were ordered not to include my name.

One day, at a deadly time, I've been lurking all my life so I could betray Lord.

And the time has come.

I'm the one who wrote to Cenri.

Using the paper and pen I got from my deal with Lou...... it was a bet.

There was a chance she wouldn't be able to do business with Lou, and there was a chance she'd change her mind along the way. And there was also the possibility that the letter would not reach Cenri because it could not be handed over directly to Cenri. When the letter arrived, there was also the possibility that it would not move quickly.

But I won the bet. The letter reached Cenri, who immediately led his people to kill Lord.

The ritual of producing the king of the dead of Lord did not come in time.

There are two miscalculations. The fact that Cenri didn't bring a first-degree knight, and the fact that Lord had several other bills.

The battle is not over yet. I bet everything on Cenri. [M]

If Cenri loses here, I will be imprisoned on the road again, and I will never be given freedom again.

But there is no longer anything I can do to pray.

Weave a sunset coat and wear a shadow amulet.

When I took a deep breath in my old habit, I rushed out in the opposite direction to Lord's hall.