Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

No, no, no, no.

I can't help it. Left foot wounds worn with silver arrows continue to erode in the current system due to holy force, and even if they can rise, quick action is impossible.

In the darkness, the great power of the Holy Spirit is wrapped around him, and the knight of the end approaches him slowly.

The number is four. The opponent is a third-degree knight. Lord told them that they couldn't deal with each other without becoming vampires. And I stuck five people, including a centipede, against them for a few hours, so I can see how the load was a monster.

My heart is finally beating like an early bell. A voice comes down from the sky.

"Oh man... I'm surprised. Not when that mighty centipede came back alone wanting to take the body home, without anything."

"Cenli, strong but too sweet. It also looks cold at first glance, but honest and - I don't like to hide things. So occasionally, I also make these 'mistakes'. That's why we're here."

I scream small and earn distance like crawling. I need to buy some time. Pretend to be weak.

There is no winning chance. But I won't give up. Calm returns to my head in an overly desperate situation.

A pity. As long as you can replenish the power, the power...

Open your eyes and see your enemies as they tremble. The third-degree knights we see up close were just reapers themselves.

There is no centipede. There are four real third-degree knights, weaker than centimeters, but with no clearance like centimeters. It's too much power to kill me.

Exactly, overwhelming, thorough. I can't do anything about it, even though I don't know if I can beat one opponent in full swing.

The silver arrow released again pierces my right leg. I could see it, but I couldn't avoid it in a situation where I couldn't even move my body properly.

No, I can't take this predicament off as long as one of my legs was safe. Fine. I don't need legs. Now it's time to get off guard.

I scream at the pain of being burned with flames. Screaming like inviting people to sympathize.

But the eyes of the blonde knight, who shot me out, still reflected a frizzy chill unlike Cenri's, and the fine dust didn't shake either.

Everything was - unexpected. Maybe I'm cursed?

It's unexpected that the centipede showed up. It is unexpected that the Lord, who should have perished, tried to swallow me.

And I didn't know they'd be here before dawn... much earlier than I assumed.

I expected Cenri's lies to be uncovered. But he thought the crusaders would leave at least after the dawn of the night.

It's time for the undead at night. So the End Knights chose the morning for the raid on the Road. I expected to pick the morning this time as well.

It was sweet. I didn't have time to fall. Crawl, throw away all your stuff, but you should have left this place.

The four of them were exhausted. The outfit is disruptive, and the power that is wrapped around it is not sufficient. But not as good as a centipede, but positively enough to destroy me.

Resistance is - pointless. The moment I try to fight back against them, they will destroy me perfectly.

Everything, flesh and freedom, that has finally become entirely my thing - meaningless.

Think. Think. The best I can do right now.

The Knights of the End scatter around me crawling. The opponent has no guard. But I don't even consider myself a strong enemy. If you had recognized that you were a powerful enemy, you would be destroying them with a constant series of attacks without even crawling like this.

We must not give them an excuse to launch an attack. Buy time even for a second. Even if that was all for nothing, that's the best part.

The scars on my legs are spreading slightly.

When it was "Corpse Ghost (Ghoul)," it was a little better. Enhanced with hierarchical mutations worked as a disadvantage.

I look up at the End Knight man hunting me down directly in the front with his glamorous, nagging eyes.

He's a man who used to hang on to his undead suspicions in Engay. Surely Cenri... would he have called it Nevila?

I sue desperately.

"Ha, ha... I have, my whole life, my memory,"

"Oh, I see. I asked Cenri. Incredible story, but I hear you were digging a grave. Anyway, I've never heard of the creatures that make graves."

"Even humans have never attacked. I'm not going to attack you!

"Oh...... so?

Perfect. The man in front of you is a perfect ending knight. The cold-hearted and mightiest ending knight I imagined.

My eyebrows don't move even tingly. But a tremendous intent to kill strikes the whole body.

Angry. I don't know what I've done, but I'm buying anger.

For them, monsters are monsters, even if they don't attack people. It is also right as a protector of this world.

"Senri, take me..."

"The monster calls his name, eh!!

"Huh...!?

He was like a god. His eyes open wide, his lips trembling. My hand holding the mace was white with too much force.

The man with the sword I was packing from next door, the woman with the bow, the man with the cane, they all look down at me like they're pissed off.

An atmosphere that's going to explode if there's even one trigger.

"Or did she, uh, sell me...?

"If that's what you can do, we're not struggling. Cenri was protecting you until the end. But our master is not sweet."

Good. To that word, just a little bit saved.

I believed in her mercy. I'm sure I used it, but I believed it. It's hard to be betrayed by what you believed, even if it didn't do you any good.

I can't think of any means to take this place off. No weapons either.

Nevila's expression, approaching the present moment, softens for a moment. And the left hand, which is not holding the mace, is offered as if to even say to wake up help.

"I sympathize with your plight. I can't believe I was a monster when I woke up. I have nightmares. Hey, right?

The left hand was full of the power of light, a strong force of light that, if touched, could be purified in an instant.

On purpose. Nevila was forced to grab my left hand and lift my body when she smiled furiously at me hesitating to reach out.

"However, it caught on to the weakness of the centipede. And from now on, leave a scratch in Cenri's heart. I don't like that sweet first-degree knight, but he's still a senior."

White smoke rises from your left arm. My body cramps into severe pain and misses my thoughts fillet. The spine makes a stinging noise.

I don't think it's my stuff, screaming like a monster goes up. The power of the Holy Spirit can also be used in defense if combined. And it can also be a direct force for the undead.

Ungrabbed right hand trembles. Nevila is close, the distance you're supposed to reach if you extend your arm, but your arm won't move. It's like a man is losing his power from his touched arm.

No, I guess it's not exactly falling out. It's buried. As my creature, the improbable Naruto is buried with positive force, following the rules of the world to zero.

"This is going to be a deep wound. I'm used to tragedies, but I'm not okay with it. Cenri remembers you every time something happens in the future. That could be a big gap one day. You're such a monster to scratch a man protected by strong blessings."

"... just let it go, let it go, it's okay! Nothing, I don't want anything!

That was my real story. I just want to survive.

I'm not going to bother people. I don't even have a grudge.

But... everyone comes to kill me. My vision narrows. Nevila assured me that she looked up desperately.

"There's no way you can leave a monster alone... even if it's harmless now, you're going to kill someone one day"

"We're here because of our teacher's instructions. Hey, you, you know how Cenri isn't here?

A female knight talks to me on the verge of death. Turning to the silver arrow I put on this one, it's as if to shake a reason to kill him.

"Master, hey, I said to Cenri's plea. Smile, okay, let's miss it. Cenri is a parallel line, no matter how much we talk about it. But Cenri found out that's a lie. At least, I was anxious to see if it was true. Cenri, by now - I'm keeping an eye out so my master doesn't leave the inn."

"It didn't make sense, either. The master turned to us. He wants to destroy you for sure. I didn't think they'd let me go before dawn... but depending on what I think about this too, it would be a good experience for Cenri. If you're going to be a first-degree knight, you're going to experience it one day."

The woman with the bow, the man with the sword, she was my enemy without a single gap. The same would be true of a shadowy man with a wand that would remain silent all the time behind him.

Do you think these people are...

What's the means to salvage it from here?

Senri's coming to help me? Very inconceivable. Even if she came, that would be after I was murdered.

And assuming Cenri shows up to help now, Nevila won't hesitate to kill me before she gets interrupted.

The man in front of me is prepared that all that readiness doesn't matter if Cenri doesn't like him.

I don't feel hungry, but my throat was dry.

Earlier, the man with the sword called me the Lower Vampire. If that's true, all I need right now is blood.

Far. Too far. Stretching your neck won't reach the nearest Nevila, and you don't know if your fangs will stick up at them entangled with positive force in the first place.

A knight with a sword approached my body carefully and stripped off his sunset jacket. Find the shadow amulet hung around your neck, pull away the chain, and tongue heavily.

"Is this... why I can't feel the negative force"

"Is that Horos Carmen's secret... damn. Without this, I wouldn't have missed you in the city..."

If I hadn't, Lord wouldn't have let me go to the city.

The bag had already been lost somewhere while eating the load. Upon examination of the possessions, Nevila abusively abandoned me on the ground.

Perhaps it will be forgiven? The End Knight smashes into pieces the unlikely hope held for a moment.

"Well, there's only one task left. It's just killing you..."

Nevila said in a low voice to me, crawling pitifully to the ground and circling herself in pain.

Mace is after me. My golden eyes are staring down at me. And put your face close to close range, Nevila said.

"Apologize. I'll kill you with ease."

This is - the one who calls for an end. Is it Reaper? Much more harsh and much more realistic than those who came out in Migawa.

They are enemies. Enemy of mankind's enemies. I am the enemy of mankind.

I'm sure they have family too. I guess there are important people.

And from those people, they must be very gentle and dependable people.

- But still, I... don't want to die.

"I don't want to die, I don't... I just don't want to die, it's just!!

Crying cries out into the darkness. Even if it produced further atrocities, it was a cry of the soul.

Nevila, the Knights of the End did not rise sharply. He just looked at me like a potato worm and looked at something difficult. [M]

"... chip. Are you insane? Oh, I didn't know you'd strike back at me like this... so pathetic, I don't think that Horos Carmen subordinate. It's impossible for Cenri to have pity and miss it. The weak man is his natural enemy."

"Nevila. Let it be properly toddled. The Master's orders."

"Holy shit! I'm not like him!!

Die. Kill. There is no help.

Are you saying that you were killed by a strange illness in your lifetime and now by the Knights of the End if you think you've got a free body? Surrounded, no resistance allowed, ravaged by overwhelming fighting power.

Tears flow. Blood tears. As his vision narrows, he looks up desperately at his enemies. The body doesn't move. I can't even think calmly about the pain.

A gap. There's a gap. I don't even know if there are any. Identify the weaknesses. Scratch your feet till the end. If he dies, he dies.

"Holy shit, those eyes!! How come you still have eyes like that in this situation!? Damn!!"

Nevila kicks my body. Each time, positive energy flows in with the impact.

I didn't scream anymore. I feel the positive force is moving my presence to zero.

Even in this situation, Nevila never kicked me up cheaply. The movement was familiar.

They break my bones, crush my flesh, grab my hair rolling like a corpse on the ground, force my face up. An eye with a strong cruelty peeks into me.

"... would be good. It's my last mercy - I'll give you time to regret it."

"Huh... Nevila!? No way -"

"Purification by the Knight of the End is salvation. I'll tell you that. What did you say your name was? Well, do you know how the undead die the most?

The body was no longer powerful enough to tremble. It's just that Nevila's comatose voice comes into my head.

Unexpectedly, there was a blunt impact on my left shoulder. Stick the sword Nevila held on to the ground at some point, extend her arms, and take something up.

It was - it was my left arm. When Nevila grips it, she purifies it in an instant. My left arm becomes dust and disappears.

... Fine. I'll give you about my left arm. I don't move properly, about my left arm...

"Sunshine. The ability to regenerate is weakened to the point where it does not work, and the sunlight is used to fill up your Naruto little by little. All the time, unbearable pain persists. Any vicious undead makes a cry immediately. We call it solar punishment. Because of its cruelty, it can only be used to show off..."

Sunlight. Even when I was a tolerant corpse ghost, I felt tingling and sore after a long bath.

How damaging is it to me right now?

I give you a dry voice in my likely uninterrupted consciousness.

"Ahhh... what a horrible thing to do"

"I'll give you time for penance. Time for regret. I tried to live even after I died, and I thought it was punishment!

Anger. Nevila is angry with me and trying to clear it up. He's trying to hurt me too much.

Whatever you say with your mouth, the act is like emotional, personal grievance. It was the first emotion I saw in Nevila in the Knight of the End.

But okay. That's fine. Hi-hi-hoo and breath leak out of my lips.

It'll take time. You're welcome to get killed.

Let any pain, humiliation endure. If you want to survive for even a second, if you get a chance to escape, is it pain or something?

Nevila looked down at me irresistibly, but desperately sane, and narrowed her eyes.

A blunt impact rushes to his right shoulder.

"Maybe you're still going to survive? I can't. I'll do the time, but not the freedom."

Nevila lifted my right arm, which was disjointed, and made it look easy and dusty in front of my eyes.

"The only thing we have left - is your neck. If you're gonna confess, that's enough, right? Oh, yeah. I'll leave my neck - near the tomb where you made it."

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My body... doesn't move. Naturally, I didn't have anything down from my neck right now.

The Knights of the End, Nevila, have mercilessly dismantled my body. He didn't dare use a silver sword, cut off his arms, cut off his legs, chopped his body, cut it off from his neck down, and purified it.

I don't know why he's alive. I have no power. I can't even play it.

The strong pain and the freezing chills on the back of my head showed that I was dying.

The forest is quiet at night. There are no Knights of the End anymore.

Perhaps this solitude is also a consistent sentence. All you can see from me, set on the tomb of Lew, is the site of Lord's mansion.

I can't do anything anymore. You can't fight, you can't run. All I have is pain and despair. Same as before life and death.

Oh, what a terrible thing to think.

I heard voices in my ears, desperately distracted by the wind.

"That's pathetic...... it's the end"