Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Impossible. Horos Carmen was destroyed by Cenri's hand.

Every hand was exhausted, creating and resisting even evil dragons, and disappearing into the light lightly.

But it was certainly Horos Carmen floating in the universe. Overall, it is blue-white and brilliantly contoured, but its appearance, from the wand, which should have been broken and burned by holy power, to the robe, which disappeared with the flesh, is the very Horos of life.

However, the signs were incredibly rare from what I knew of him during his lifetime.

In the first place, he never floats the universe.

Lord puts his arms together and says like a lot. The voice wasn't the actual sound, but I could hear it clearly.

"Now my flesh shall perish... but thus the shards of soul which I have planted have been of service..."

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I'm dying. Restore calm, re-grip the Xu strongly to see what's going on.

This is the last prep for the load. The way Lord was doing when he was fighting Cenli was undoubtedly full force.

I don't know if it's a soul, or if it's resurrected as a spirit, but the Lord now is just a remnant.

How cautious of a Necromancer. He is a terrible sorcerer who deceives even experienced Cenri and the Knights of the End.

Can you win...? The question is, do you still have privileges over me? If that's what's left of me...

No, you win.

I solidify my resolve in my heart, observing Lord calmly.

Otherwise, for what, you used the Knights of the End to destroy the Lord.

I didn't put my hands down myself and stood around doing good. At the end of the day, I think you should do it yourself.

Fine, I'll do it.

Open your eyes and look up at the load. What's in my head is the information Cenri said earlier about The King of the Dead.

Previously on Lord's Word and Behavior. He called me the vessel of The King of the Dead. Yes, vessels!

Even fools can tell. If Cenri's words are correct, the purpose of the load is -.

"Lord...... were you safe"

"End, my last soul was - serving you. The ritual needed it. You're lucky you survived."

I... bought it. So, are you still alive?

Lord's words didn't seem suspicious of me. Apparently, he didn't hear me and Cenri talking.

Maybe he slept until it was night, until that power grew. Then there's still a chance.

"Wait... then why did you try to use me to fight the Knights of the End? You'd be in trouble if I died, wouldn't you?

"? Apparently, there is a mistake. I have not tried to use you, the vessel of the king of the dead, in battle. '

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That was... unexpected.

Indeed, in retrospect, Lord never gave me such instructions. The instructions given at the last minute were also to come back to the hall, and maybe he was going to give me some sort of order to hide me after that.

But okay. Either way, my decision remains the same.

To Lord - now it's time for him to die.

"Perform the ritual. The birth of the king of the dead… Hmm… the concern remains, unlike the original plan… My life is no longer like the rest. Come on...... '

Lord laughs invincibly, all the way here. I breathed. [M] Chances are probably once.

Floating magnificently in the darkness at night, Lord commands the arrogant shore.

"End, your flesh is - a masterpiece. My soul is the last key… When my grief is fulfilled, you will be the king who overwhelms all things that come with every light. End, resistance is unacceptable. Stop moving. '

By order of Lord, I halt the movement.

Horos Carmen's movements are slow. He didn't use the undead of the spiritual system, so I've never seen evil spirits (Reis), but if the description in the drawings were correct, it would look like this.

Horos comes down near me with a blue and white light. What happens to me when he touches me?

It's a horrible story. But I wasn't scared. I'm not even shaking my hands.

That's when - I'm not coming forever.

Horos approaches me up to a meter. Enter attack range.

Put your strength into the hand that holds the bamboo. My opponent is not on my guard. It's easy.

And with all my strength, I put all my previous experiences on board, and I used my whole body to chop its neck off.

"Huh!?

There was no resistance. There was too little resistance. Take a spin of momentum and step on it.

(10) He did penetrate the neck of the load. But Lord is there. The neck I should have definitely amputated is connected and the Lord is rubbing it with a disgruntled look.

"Hmm... did you get too weak? I didn't know the order didn't work... mine, pretending the order was in order, was a man who wouldn't be alarmed '

My blow is powerful. Break the strong skull of the Warcraft easily and break the flesh from bone to bone.

Silver arrow damage has already healed. I have no hesitation.

Shake a flat load with no breath in a row. Lords don't even resist.

Hanging, inverse, and tang bamboo cracking. Take a lethal blow from all directions. But I can't resist all of that.

It's like you're launching an attack on something that doesn't exist. The attack causes the Lord's body to scatter only for a moment, but quickly revert back to normal.

'It's no use. It's no use, it's the end. You're smart. I have a lot of nerve and a lot of caution... I don't know enough. The attack on me now... doesn't work'

scatter its face, but Lord's voice did not stop. I can't see any itching on my expression.

Smart. I also have the courage. There is also depth of caution. Not enough knowledge.

Not at all, Lord's words are shooting straight. Strongly step in and attack the unobstructed load. There are few cuts in my attack that require no breathing and no fatigue.

I knew the attack wouldn't make it through the first blow. We're launching a series of attacks to buy us some time to think.

I certainly don't know much about it, but I saw the undead drawings.

Undead with high resistance to physical attacks. Evil Spirit (Leis). A being who has no flesh and harms people only with his soul. The load now...... as I first thought, I guess it's close to that.

It is unthinkable that a physical attack would not work so far, but the battle is not over yet.

Dig up memories.

The Evil Spirit (Reis) has strong resistance, but on the other hand, for lack of flesh, it is extremely vulnerable to positive energy compared to other undead, as well as to magical attacks.

I guess the only reason Lord didn't use his soul when he sprained meat and bones against the Knights of the End was because that couldn't be a struggling opponent for the Knights of the End.

But I can't use magic, and I can't use positive energy.

Ask Cenri for help? Impossible. There's a distance to the city, and there's a first-degree knight there. Suicidal behavior is also abundant.

Bones gush and flesh complain of pain in a series of attacks unleashed with all their might. But no problem. There is no fatigue, and the ability to regenerate catches up to this extent.

Spread a load of attempts to dominate me even after I die, one by one, as I step back.

'Stop wasting your resistance, End. You were created for that. "

A man of his own accord to the end. Again, I can't tell with Lord.

It didn't work at the time of the order. Use the word vessel or something, I guess I'll lose consciousness. I wonder if Lord didn't let me acquire knowledge because he didn't have to.

I am - a vessel, not a contents.

What was needed was a sturdy vessel full of talent, the contents of which Lord intended to take charge.

Perhaps my instinct was to ascertain the purpose of the Lord, the truth of The King of the Dead.

I had a tip. For Lord, my will was blind. [M]

But you can't lose. I feel my survival instincts burn up. There is no fear. There is - anger.

Kill. Absolutely, by skin free, kill. I kill those who can't be defeated by a second-degree knight.

Horos Carmen, your grief can crush here and now. You are - killed by a vessel.

In the storm of slaughter, the load moves forward as it is cut off.

My attack, physically, doesn't buy me a moment. The Lord hasn't jumped in yet, is it because his exploratory mind as a Necromancer chose to observe me?

'To fear, have you gone mad... well. What we need is a vessel that shows off common sense aptitude for the power of its death. I am the strongest King of the Dead.

Whether you cut your eyes or your nose, Lord knows me. The voice reaches me even if I slit my throat. Rip every place apart, but I don't see any rush on the road.

The strongest. Exactly, the strongest. He is a cunning, unscrupulous, darkness sorcerer who is not allowed to exist in this world. Cenri killed me, of course.

But he wasn't attacking me without thinking about it. Of course, it's not even crazy.

- I was good at thinking. Thinking and enduring pain was the only thing I was allowed to do when I was asleep.

Finally, you get tired of observing, too, the load comes down quickly. The moon illuminates its badly colored appearance.

I flew wide aside, dodged it, and dropped the vibration I'd been waving. The load opens its eyes.

"Horos Carmen. Your weakness - narrow horizons."

"Huh!?

That's why I fooled you. So I didn't realize that Lu had a contract with me. So I lost to Cenri.

He's the only one in Horos Carmen's world.

You don't know where this place is? You thought I was back there without thinking about it?

Large stone engraved with Luu's name. Dig it up once, hardened ground.

This is the tomb of your slave.

Surely there is no way for me to use positive energy. I can't even use magic.

But - there's an undead weakness here.

Strongly grip and pull through the arrows made of silver from the main body, pierced in place of the cross. Once again, tremendous pain rushes to the flat of finally healed hands, and the sound of something melting sounds in the dark at night.

Silver weapons are the weakness of the undead in general, which also works against evil spirits. And it's not enough to kill me. It's also highly effective against evil spirits who don't have flesh.

You must have found out who the object was in my hand. [M] The load opens its eyes wide and jumps in here at a windy speed.

But it's too late.

Pretty fast, but I wouldn't have made something of myself in my lifetime, but it's not a big obstacle for me to be a corpse ghost (ghoul).

A protruding silver arrow penetrates between the brows of a load that jumped out of his head.

The scream of Lord, who didn't leak when Cenri attacked him, echoed into the darkness at night.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"- And so on, did you think I'd say?

"Huh!?

Lorde had changed nothing. If it didn't disappear, it didn't show any shards of itching.

Says Lord in some pitiful voice as he buries an arrow with the power of the demon halfway between his eyebrows.

That broken fingertip approaches. A cloudy, pitch-black eye peeks into me. There is no way to stop it.

"So you have no knowledge of witchcraft. I'm not just an evil spirit (Reis). Its roots are embedded in you. Unless they break it, I'm immortal. Resistance to the physics of the evil spirit (Reis) system is imperfect. You should have noticed that when you couldn't influence Brad Ruler."

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"Poor thing. But don't worry. Your vessel will be the strongest King of the Dead."

"... die"

Frowning as if Horos had even heard a joke about his intent to kill.

"He's already dead. You and me, too."

You didn't think Horos Carmen had a sense of joke.

My body overlaps the spirit of Horos.

My vision blinked, and something like turbulence poured into my consciousness.