Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Walk through a quiet mansion where you can't feel the signs of the living.

The narrow hallway, illuminated by the holy light that floated, was very creepy.

Signs of darkness become stronger. Those who are unfamiliar with the intense temper of choking back will be unable to move.

Horos Carmen is trying to do something. I can't tell Cenri if that's the last evil ascension I can't stop, or if it's something I've been preparing for so long.

But the target is an old Necromancer. An evil sorcerer who has survived many years is what he has one or two trump cards.

The temper surrounding the entire mansion is shredding the twitching and centipede's entangled blessings. Not enough to erode into the flesh, but this is no longer equal to the enemy's body.

I have the illusion that everything in the world has been engulfed in darkness. Already, the sensation of the centipede was not working properly.

I know the undead are nearby, but I know some direction, but I don't know how many meters away they are. Normally, I can clearly tell, but I feel like I've been blindfolded and my ears blocked.

The only thing I can count on in this state is five senses. I just walk straight towards the strong darkness.

There are several rooms, but there are no signs from the inside. The top priority should be Horos Carmen. Probably waiting in the back.

"Damn. Master Eppe is right, he's a nasty Necromancer. Maybe... maybe they'll come out like vampires?

"I don't... think so. Careful, second-degree Necromancer (Necromancer) is quite unlikely to use a dangerous vampire (Vampire). … it may be possible for a lower (lesser)"

"... a joke, that's it. It's a joke, Cenri. You're too serious."

Nevila frowns and looks frightened.

"But............... yes. If, in the unlikely event of a vampire coming out, you might want to retreat."

"Vampire" is a special undead. with numerous weaknesses but extremely heterogeneous abilities compared to pre-mutation.

To the mighty power, the super regenerative ability to fully regenerate even if much of the flesh is lost. Highly intelligent beyond man, but most importantly, its undead is also highly resistant to witchcraft.

And therefore - a wise Necromancer does not turn his own undead into a vampire.

Vampires are highly resistant to witchcraft. The same is true of Necromancy.

Vampires (vampires) raised by Necromancers frequently kill their own parents.

They have better abilities than people but therefore look down on people and have weaknesses without people but are therefore jealous of people. The supreme vampire of the power of death sometimes says that 'orders' that are supposed to be absolute don't even work.

It's not something that humans can handle. Vampires can be called the most vicious of the curses produced by Necromancers.

So long lived wise Necromancers don't make vampires.

The only Necromancer who produces vampires is either a foolish third-degree sorcerer who doesn't realize it's excessive in his own hands, or a first-degree Necromancer (Necromancer) who has the power and confidence to manipulate even that presence.

Vampires are monsters who sometimes kill third-degree knights on a single horseback. If you show up in the battle against the Necromancer, it is recommended that you withdraw once and rethink the operation.

But you won't have to worry about it. If you could manipulate vampires, you'd be turning to attack more.

Its undead, which is extremely vulnerable to the light of the sun, is because the timing of its use is important.

Second, at that time, Cenri's ears caught a mild footstep from nowhere.

Stop, raise your face, and turn your poor eyes across the light. It's not my fault.

"Wait... Coming"

The Luffreys had already stopped in the same way.

There are quite a few footsteps. Gasha Gasha and the sound of hard stuff rubbing against metal.

To that sound, imagine the identity of the enemy and put your strength into the hand holding the sword.

And that showed up from across the aisle. Luffrey smalls his tongue.

"The Knight of Scare Crimson."

"High number"

A red-stained bone knight makes a tall sound and kills him. Thin passageways don't line up sideways.

Red Bone Man (Scare Crimson) is a special being in which the Bone Man (Skeleton) is blessed with darkness by a Necromancer.

The fortified and coated bone man is resistant to the blessings handled by the End Knight, a horrible being purified yet attacking.

Still, the power of light is great. Using "The Light of Liberation (Seoul Release)" at all costs, you will be able to penetrate and purify the dark blessings that haunt you.

However, it was clear that the enemy's aim was to drain the centers.

Nevila says in a low, intimidating voice as she looks at the Red Bone Knight running down the aisle.

"Hey Cenri. Don't use it."

"... I know"

This is not the enemy's destiny yet.

Trying to blow up every blessing of darkness the army in front of you would be a considerable drain even on centipedes with powerful blessings. If you want to keep your power warm, you should defeat the whole thing.

And, at that time, there was a door opening behind me. From behind, countless footsteps rise as well. Thelma raises a sharp voice.

"Ahhhh, they pinched me!

"I didn't feel any sign... you were hiding it in the junction!?

Numerous Red Bone Knights appear in the rooms that have been barely made. Its torso is protected by metallic armor, and its hands wrapped in handcuffs are held by swords and shields.

Probably the bones of a mercenary good at combat. A definite technique existed for footwork combined with its prudence and momentum.

Thelma's silver arrow, shot at the skull, is easily cut off with a sword.

There must be individual differences, but I didn't expect to align so many warrior bones -.

"Be careful."

"Who are you talking to?

"Let's go!

Whether it was protected by armor or reinforced by a blessing of darkness, the opponent is undead.

A blow from a weapon carrying a blessing can purify it. In Cenri's words, his companions scatter quickly.

Leaving his back to his companions, Cenri pointed a shining sword at a knight of bones attacking him from the front.

§

Mace crushes the bone body with each armor, and a blessed arrow entering the gap in the armor purifies the evil being.

Cenri and the others specialize in defeating the Dark Families, but they are not bad at interpersonal combat. The war has always been in Cenri's favor.

The Red Bone (Scare Crimson) Knight was powerful and possessed martial arts, but did not know to retreat. The Necromancer is manipulating me, but it's a weakness of the past.

None of my companions have been heavily injured, and the number of knights who have already purified exceeds twenty. The floor was littered with countless pieces of weaponry that the purified Red Bone Knight had.

"Damn, there's too many of them! How many are there?

"Shut up, knock it down!

But even to that stage, the number of enemies barely seemed to have decreased.

The momentum of the knights of the bones that struck them remained unchanged, and the sword that was waved down while crushing the weapons of his companions had the power to be wounded even by the knights of the end who were strengthening their physical abilities.

My temper is twitching and shredding my blessings. Fatigue seeps into the expression of his companions and a slight grip passes.

How many troops do the enemies have? Shouldn't we go back to the city and rebuild it for once?

On the other hand, there is no such thing as anxiety in enemies that are undead.

"Don't hurry! Yikes!"

"Huh..."

To Ruffrey's words, Cenri bites her lips, thinking whether she should emit the 'light of liberation'.

Take the swept down blade with a silver sword and step in and push it through with leg strength reinforced with blessings. The blade pierces the armor, the contents of the Skeleton Knight turn to dust, and collapses away.

Jiri poverty. Blessings are not infinite, but neither are health infinite. The five of us have managed to counter it, but if one of us collapses away, we will be even more disadvantaged.

The Luffreys are worried about depletion of the centipede. But I'm worried about the centipede and the depletion of my people.

There is no time for judgment. Red Bone (Scare Crimson) Knight is not like the undead who fought in the woods.

If I purify my army here with the light of liberation (Seoul release) - how many times can I use it?

Twice, three times?

"I'm fine. There's still power left."

"Huh..."

The Luffreys did not answer.

I just have to do it. It works the way they want, but it's impossible to purify this much undead with the amount of third-degree knight blessings.

Be ready, no knight who has unleashed a thrust from the front, and put the power of blessing into the sword.

The moment I tried to free up my powers, an unexpected person appeared in Cenri's eyes.

Let the knights of the skeleton disperse themselves, and there was a woman of man. A woman with a black slave's testimony around her neck, looking at this one faded.

The judgment was momentary. Keep the force to excess in the sword, the light exploded.

"" The Light of Liberation (Seoul Release) "Huh!

My hands tremble with a tremendous sense of vanity.

An excessively flattering force gleams through the narrow corridor. Red Bone (Scare Crimson) knight (Night) touching the light becomes dust in an instant. Nor shall the blessings of darkness protect themselves from that storm of blowing light.

The light goes out. The sound of armor or weapons falling sounds. My knees are about to smash, but I will endure Tanda with all my strength.

Open the purple eyes and check the situation without alarm.

Not a single Red Bone Knight remained in the hallway, where there were so many knights as before.

Only one person, on the verge of emitting the light of purification, stands up in the hallway with the weapons scattered with lost contents, only the woman seen by Cenri.

On his right hand, there was a smaller knife that was too unreliable to compare to the Red Bone Knight weapon.

The Light of Liberation (Seoul Release) is a move against the undead. No matter how much force you put into it, humans don't hurt you.

I understood that, but I was still relieved by the way it looked.

Good......

The woman had dark hair and a pale complexion. You haven't eaten much, and I can't say that the body is good for flattery.

Is it Horos Carmen's slave that he was lost in the undead?

And that face looked familiar. I remember seeing him in the city the other day and hanging his healing magic because he seemed sick.

The woman looks stunned and throws her gaze to the left and right. Cenri took a slow, deep breath that was about to get rough when she was alarmed and fixed it.

The signs of darkness have not yet disappeared. But the Red Bone Knight seemed to be over by now.

I felt heavy fatigue all over my body. But not enough to fight.

I'm sure his name was... Did he say Lew?

"Idiot! Cenri, you, what a massive force!

"Already... Big Husband, Husband..."

Nice to meet you, Lu approaching you in an unbridled foothold. Luckily, there doesn't seem to be any injuries or anything.

Spread your hands to stop the hug.

The minute that broken shoulder tried to touch my hand, the little knife that was down to my right hand accidentally jumped.

The blade, which looked like a blunt cut, was aimed at the centipede.

That was an overly naive attack. The speed was slow and the hand I shook was trembling.

The full centipede, of course, was an easy blow to take even now of exhaustion shortly after the use of force.

Consciousness goes blank for a moment and calm returns immediately. It is easy for Cenri, who has so far crusaded the family of darkness, such as the blow of an amateur, to avoid and take it. For example, it would be impossible to inflict a fatal wound on a blessed centipede, even if it was unguarded.

Twist your neck and shift your body from the knife's orbit. The blade passes right next to the centimeter.

And - in front of Cenri's eyes, Lew blew it big.

The arm I was about to hug cuts the sky. There was a noise of stiff and soft things falling to the ground.

Lew had his eyes wide open and rolled onto the floor. A silver arrow pierces its chest. Thelma's arrow.

Its bloody lips overflow with blood-mixed saliva. The limbs and legs are small and cramped.

For a moment the thought goes blank and rushes over. But it was clear that it was already fatal.

Life falls out. Cenri could only watch it.

Thelma says in a voice mixed with anger and sorrow.

"I know how you feel... but what are you thinking about welcoming the Necromancer's men into defenselessness?

"Ha... this time... Thelma is right. I don't know what they're planting because of how many slaves they are. You should know that too. Help those who were imprisoned by the Necromancer, and tell the story of the End Knight who was devoured by it, who turned into a monster."

Ruffrey's words go through his ears. I can understand the meaning of words. But it doesn't come into my head.

Lift a body with little waste of meat. Light enough not to think of it as a human body.

I knew it. Necromancers are those who go off the path of men and create tragedies.

As an end knight, Cenri has seen numerous tragedies. I can't count the number of people I couldn't help.

I'm looking down at Luu, where Nevila is dying with horrible eyes.

"It's not our job to help. Our job is - to destroy. It's about saving the tragedy."

…………

The End Knight is cruel. For the End Knight fighting demons, kindness sometimes gets in the way.

Perhaps even if there were a first-degree knight here with a combat capability far beyond Cenli, the end would have been the same.

Death is salvation for the End Knight, who fights the soulful Necromancer.

Luu's lips slightly open as he held them. All I could hear was a breathing noise called Hiuuuuuuu.

Tears overflow from both eyes. And when Luu finally had a slight grin and closed his eyelids, he lost his strength.

With trembling hands, I can lay my still warm body on the floor. He bites his tongue hard and rises loosely while controlling his emotions.

Grasp the sword to the point where your hands are white.

No one ever touched the centipede. Just quietly ask Cenri correctly.

"Can you fight...?

"If I defeat Horos... I'll put up a grave"

Cenri whispered in a trembling voice, eating up her teeth and looking forward.

§

The Necromancer waited for Cenli and the others in the center of the mansion - a large open hall.

There was no resistance after the Red Bone (Scare Crimson) Knight. But it was clear that wasn't the last hand.

Horos Carmen was an old man. He led two skeletal knights with something behind him and was sitting quietly.

The appearance is engraved with wrinkles, the hair dyed white, and only the eyes are ragged and full of vitality. Its small body is covered in pitch-black robes and has a short cane on its right hand.

Ephe, the master, is unknown in age by the positive energy overflowing, but the man in front of him doesn't know his age in another sense.

Looking into its cloudy eyes, it makes me feel like I'm peering into a bottomless darkness.

A strange magic formation of blood painted on a laid carpet. Ruffleys breathe in the signs of evil.

"Finally, here we are... the Knight of the End... the dreaded one who will reach this point by kicking our camp..."

"Horos Carmen. Put it in the name of Senri Silvis, one of the Knights of the End... I'll kill you!

"Hmm............... apparently, Lou has been helpful"

"Huh!!

To Cenri's words, to the words of the Knights of the End, the natural enemy, Horos Carmen showed no upset.

It is impossible to persuade. I would like to teach and enquire about Lew's death, but that is not appropriate either.

The presence in front of the eye is different from that of Luu. I went my own way, completely evil.

I can't move a step. Not for fear. The presence of Horos Carmen's wife.

Horos now looks seemingly defenseless. But that's a mistake.

Never before felt, negative signs could have stepped inside this hall. Horos Carmen screams.

"But my technique has already been done. This place - it's no longer a different world. Those who interrupt my grief - the power of my death - burn it in its eyes and die!

The ground, the air trembles. Two skeletal knights accidentally collapse and a black object in their hand flies into the middle of the magic formation.

- And that inadvertently took shape.

Cenri understood. It's - it's fangs. Two giant fangs.

Luffreys take a step back with a pale look. You must have noticed who the surgery was.

Around the fangs, darkness gathers. Shape the sharp hook-clawed arms, the giant wings that block the sun, the fangs that bite through everything, the shining eyes.

Horos Carmen laughs high.

"Fuck, look! This is the depths of my Necromancy!

"Stupid... with just two fangs -"

Always floating Nevila shivers herself in battle with her mace in her strong grip.

Exactly, that was what Cenri should have called the ultimate in necromancy he had ever seen.

If it originally produces undead from carcasses, the majority must remain. At least Cenri has never heard of the story of creating undead with two fangs, etc.

It was - a black evil dragon.

On the wings, fangs. Nails. Huge tails. Smooth skin covering the body surface and clearly raised blood vessels underneath it. I make up for the blood I had lost with pure darkness, and its height is so great that I can't get into the mansion. The head gently breaks through the ceiling and the sunlight illuminates its black body.

The evil dragon roared. It's like - rebelling against the sun.

Horos Carmen screams and orders.

"Come on, kill him! Guardian of death, keeper of the underworld!

Holy shit - evil. How long on earth did you load the drill?

The negative energy that makes up that pitch-black presence far exceeds the vampires (vampires) that Cenri once fought for.

Energy of destruction gathers in a wide open jaw.

The concentration of power was momentary. As if there was a hole in the world, the pitch-black energy swirls.

And the flames unleashed.

Black-burning flames become rays of light and swallow the centipede. It mimicked the power (brace) of the dragon, one of the most powerful species of phantom beasts.

But I don't feel anything for Cenri.

I can just concentrate my spirit as usual, stare at impending death, and put all my blessings into my sword.

And I waved my sword.

"" Destruction ""

"Huh!?

Light overflowing from the sword body becomes a glimmer of meteor, swallowing the flames of darkness.

As it was, when he extinguished and thrust the flame without antagonizing it, he extinguished the evil dragon's half.

I can't help it. I have a headache from fatigue. My body is about to collapse.

But his eyes were firmly staring at Horos Carmen.

Destruction. It is the work of Ephe, the master of Cenri.

That move, which instantly aggregates and unleashes the immense power of blessing, is simple, yet has the potential to slaughter every dark family member.

It's a complete force move. And it was also the most compatible move for Cenri.

The drained force is immediately filled.

This is your physique. Ephe, the master, called Cenri's constitution a soul that kept climbing high, the immense power that dwelled in him.

It's a blessing God gave Cenri, a knight of the end, as much as possible.

Strength is draining on the road - just blowing up the Necromancer is enough.

Cenri has never been blessed in battle before.

"Stupid...... yet, this much power -"

"I'm sorry, but I'll have you dead"

"You... are you a first-degree knight?!?

"That's what's gonna happen."

This is never Luu's revenge. It doesn't even hit eight.

This is the divine life that was given to the Knight of the End, Senri Silvis.

The evil dragon, half missing in body, regains its flesh again by the power of Horos.

Towards it Cenri again gathered his blessings on the sword and waved down the sword more heartless and stronger than usual.