Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

My body, my consciousness, is tainted by darkness.

There is a tremendous pain in the flesh that should have lost the pain, like if the body were to burst from the inside, like something was about to eat through the body.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

The scream echoes into the coma forest. Later, I realized that the voice was my voice.

Death is imminent. The awesome pain I haven't felt in a long time made me understand whether or not I was still as vulnerable as I was in my lifetime.

A silver arrow falls out of my hand. I still have pain in the palm of my hand holding it, but that doesn't bother me at all.

Awesome nausea. Pain. Laziness. Every pain strikes my soul.

I even have the illusion that my feet are pulled and drawn to the bottom of hell, to the underworld.

"Your soul - continues to fall toward the darkness"

The words Horos used to say to me come back to my brain. It relieves the pain a little by desperately thinking about it.

I don't know up, down, left or right. I managed to cling to a nearby tree as I was about to fall.

My heart, which should have stopped, is beating with tremendous momentum. My breathing is rough.

In the back of my brain, memories that are not mine pour in knowledge. I beat my head to the tree with all my strength over and over again for the rest of my disgust.

What the... this.

I feel nauseous. I don't know anything. The only thing I know is that if I lose my mind - I die.

The tree breaks. Blood runs out of my head. His knees smash and he falls to the ground, but he crawls on all fours and leads to other trees.

Take advantage of all things to stay sane.

Reminds me of what happened in the hospital bed. Little by little, little by little stronger pain and the power to fall out.

The constant pain did not even allow sleep, and every action led to pain in the days. I was only obsessed with life, with the solitude that no magician, doctor or anyone could help, and the indifference that I could only look at myself slowly wearing out and dying.

Changing. My flesh, my soul is degenerating. fused together.

Tougher, more vicious, more to the king of the dead - worthy.

It would be a loaded trick. I don't understand what has been done to me without knowledge.

The memory that pours in is that knowledge is not mine. Don't accept that.

In the pain of not resisting, there is a 'not mine' thought in the back of my brain.

- Stupid............... why not swallow it?

Dark. No one. Lift your head as you leak your hot breath.

In front of me, the load stood. Unlike the evil spirit of Lord earlier (Reis), he stood on two legs.

I wonder why it turns out to me that it's not an entity, it's not a soul, it's just an illusion my brain shows.

It was not an act I did consciously.

Overwrite the pain with killing intent and anger. My body rises and I shake my arms wide.

It's not speeding at all, and I can't afford to stretch my nails. But the blow tore Easy and Lord's illusion apart.

Illusions disappear.

- What, tough soul... haven't you admitted to losing yet?

My whole body is hot as if I were being burned. It's the head - the brain and the heart - that has the fever in particular.

I hear voices from behind. As I turn around, I wave my arms across my shoulders. Behind me stood the illusion of Lord, who should have just erased it.

Illusions disappear. But new things show up again. Soon, my vision was filled with myriad Lord's illusions.

Up, down, back, left, right. Those who stand on the ground, those whose lower half is buried on the ground, those who fly through space. Countless eyes as cunning and emotionless as snakes stare down at this one.

I come at it with anger. [M] Horos Carmen erodes into his brain.

The willingness to pour in like turbulence is so powerful that if you're caught off guard, you're likely to be crushed.

- Yes, uh, consciousness, too thick. This is the blood of a nobleman? No... yes, ehm... ugh!! To me, antagonize, etc., absolutely, yeah!!

Lorde's illusions show no sign of diminishing no matter how many bodies he defeats. I do everything I can to resist my soul trying to swallow this one.

I live. Live, get your freedom.

- The vessel, too, too deep! How did you get this far... End, order. Stop resisting!

Lord's voice echoes in my brain, irritating my spirit.

End. It's... who?

Crouch my chest. My heart is beating hard. It's not my fault. My heart is moving. Alive. I have a pulse.

It's not a body. I am being reborn into a more evil creature... an unforgivable monster who transcends death.

Oh, is this what the Necromancer is for, before the curse!

In the midst of the pain of not even being able to think logically, I understood what a Necromancer (Necromancer) meant.

Ahead of the curse they created. It is their purpose, the king of the dead. It's - 'immortality'.

Being a corpse doesn't keep you alive. It's a complete 'immortality' and 'immortality' that keeps you alive.

Death is for them, only a passage.

They create countless undead, experts. It should be easier if we just make ourselves undead.

But I didn't take that approach.

Cenri said. A first-degree Necromancer is someone who has transformed himself into a 'special' undead.

Soon, Lord's illusion was gone. Instead, there was a huge mass of darkness in front of me.

Fantasy. Horos Carmen's face emerges in the heart of a vastly spread black jaw.

Trying to eat me, trying to sink into the bottom of the darkness.

My voice echoes in my brain. Anger and a voice that makes you feel confident.

- It's over! I'll take that flesh! The advantage is here! You... will live forever as the vessel of The King of the Dead!

"Huh, huh, huh, huh..."

Strong. I don't know how many years I've lived, but Lord's soul is mighty even in shards. There was a strong paranoia and the power that had accumulated there.

This development, defeated by Cenri, should have been unexpected for Lord. This ritual is supposed to be an unavoidable procedure, and if the ritual and the ritual had become... what the hell would have happened to me?

Lords fly up into space big. Hide the moon, hide the sky, cover the world, come down.

My hands move. Was it, by extension, an instinct as a monster, or did a mind that did not want to die move its body?

My fingertips went into my own mouth without heading to the road - slitting my lips wide open. I don't care about the pain anymore.

The look of the Lord floating in the darkness flashes. I grinned heavily with my torn mouth. [M] Pain temporarily disappears from consciousness.

It is... me who will be the King of the Dead. I'm sorry, but Lord will feed me.

You are - the first person I eat.

With a ripped mouth, I jump into the darkness from here. Stick it in its throat with an open mouth to the limit.

There was no flavor. It was a vision I was looking at, something I had no entity.

But a tremendous scream echoes through my brain.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I see. What was the real scream... was this what it was?

While I'm such a strange admirer, my voice disappears. The only thing left in the forest at night was silence.

Strength falls out of the limbs and the body rolls to the ground. The pain that was causing so much bodily harm had disappeared beautifully.

The voices that were echoing in my brain, I don't anymore.

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In the night heaven a round moon was shining. Is it near dawn yet?

As the cold wind strokes itself, lay down on the ground and look up to heaven to check the situation.

There was nothing else like consciousness in my head. The soul of Lord, who tried to rule me as a foreign object, an important part of it was eaten and taken in by me on the contrary. I am in a clear mood.

Knowledge and memory that should have merged - I can't remember. Maybe your instincts are putting a lid on it that it's dangerous.

The experience of loading and the memory I have is much longer and more intense than mine. It is not strange that my consciousness is overwritten because of the recall. [M] You shouldn't try to force me to remember.

I calm down a little, so I reach the ground and fail to try to get up.

I don't know what's going on for a moment, but again, I stand up with all my might, stuck in a nearby tree.

On the limbs, the force... does not enter. Consciousness becomes distant for a moment. Fatigue that I haven't felt in a long time stretches all over my body.

Apparently... I haven't taken off my predicament yet.

The flesh felt me degenerate. Possibly, there's been a gradient mutation.

Whether you fulfilled the condition by taking in a soul that fell into the darkness of Lord, or whether it was due to an engraved scheme, now I am not - "Corpse Ghost (Ghoul)". Not even The Dark Stalker, which was due to mutate next. The flesh is supposed to turn black, but the color of my skin remains the same.

Let's think about the details later. The energy I should still have been able to afford was completely depleted.

The situation now mutates into a 'corpse ghost', similar to when I first tasted the famine.

Wipe the blood flowing from your forehead and breathe heavily and deeply.

I don't have enough power. In this state, can you beat this forest warcraft by fulfilling it? No, will we survive until we can discover the Warcraft in the first place?

No, we have to. I ate Lord.

I exhausted all my hands. I'm here at the expense of all sorts of things.

In addition to eating, it was necessary to find a place where the sun could be avoided before nightfall.

Mutant from "The Corpse Ghost," I must have more weaknesses. No matter what you mutate into, sunlight can be a lethal blow.

I couldn't afford to worry about it because of the pain, but the resistance to the road seemed to extend to a few hours, and I don't have time for it until the sun comes out anymore.

I have the sunscreen coat that Lord prepared for me, but I'd rather not be overly confident. If you can erase the effects of sunlight with something like that, the undead is more of a threat.

An inconvenient body. But that's why I have a raw feeling. I don't feel bad.

Step by step, move your body too unreliable and walk carefully feeling the hardness of the ground.

And I remembered that I was dropping a litter there.

That's - you should collect it. Even in this state of powerlessness, with that one, it would be easy to hunt prey.

Trying to flip, stopping once. At that time, a few centimeters of silver light crossed my eyes.

"... ah...?

Wind cutting sound.

Delayed, severe pain that could tear off your hands and feet explodes with your left foot and rolls.

Bite down the pain and look at your own feet. On the knee of his left leg, an arrow was pierced that had not been there until earlier.

A silver arrow. flesh, fully penetrating the bones, white smoke rising.

I try to pull the arrow out, but my hands tremble with pain and fatigue, and I don't move.

I heard a familiar, coarse voice in my ear at the extreme of confusion.

"Oh, good. Was it still there... a monster? Goddamn it, let me take the trouble!

"Well, calm down. You must be the one who cheated on our princess.

"Lower (Lesser) Vampire (Vampire) or... the rest of Horos's men, did they escape? I heard he's a ghost... but Cenri doesn't have enough experience to be in first class."

"What... late... ugh!

Force your voice to squeeze and ask.

A few meters away. Once, the man who suspected me of undead in the city turned his gaze on me as if I were a raw garbage man.

"Why? Why did you just say that? We, the End Knight, are here for one reason. The monster is exorcised."