Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

"!?... were you there yet..."

It's Lord's voice. It was too shabby, and if I could afford it, I'd be laughing. [M]

Horos Carmen's illusion stands in front of him, creating only a rare face.

"No way, did you come to get your body, to get it? I'm sorry, but all I have left is my neck, no!

"No way. I don't have that kind of power now. You ate it! Now I'm just a leftover part."

"Are there remnants, remnants, remnants?

"End, you die. If you had revealed your body to me, this kind of thing would have been something you didn't '

But that was like being dead with it. It's no different now.

Are you sure you don't have the strength, Lord didn't show any signs of doing something to me? I wish you could have helped me, but I wouldn't be able to help you with just an illusion.

But be a conversationalist. Enough, even if the figure was hallucinating or the voice was hallucinating.

"Why am I not dead yet? Without a heart."

The vampire's weakness should have been his heart. Without it, it's unnatural to be able to survive this and forever.

Of course, I would very much appreciate it...

Lord frowned and answered with the kind of eyes even a bad student could see.

"It is by curse that vampires die when their hearts are pounded with wooden piles. If they don't poke me, I won't die instantly '

"Ha... ha, what, that. Weird creature! It's against the logic of the world!

Losing it from the neck and not dying is too lame. In the first place, if that goes through, it means that if you decide on the heart, you lose one weakness.

To my words, Lord snorts. [M]

"But there's no doubt that the heart is the source of vampire power. If you lose your heart, you lose most of your abilities. It's the same for you, Lesser.

"Originally... there was no power"

I've never gotten it. Even after I was reborn, I was overwhelmingly weak.

Of all the things I've been involved in, the weaker than me would have been Luu or a non-combatant hack. Most of all, I was much weaker in the hospital bed than I was in Lou or Hack.

Lord does not answer my voice, but continues pale.

"The lower level (Lesser) is the preparatory stage, in other words, pupae, until you become a vampire. You have little vampire power, but you also have few weaknesses. So sunshine doesn't immediately turn to ashes'

"Oh, oh... that's... good"

'But that means your suffering will grow. Power is exhausted, it cannot be regenerated. You will be eroded by the sunlight and twitched to death. Your fall is deep, probably a lot deeper than they think, but it's impossible to survive for long. Like an hour after dawn. "

"What do I do... okay?

I can't move one neck. The only thing that can make you move is your mouth, and maybe even that can't make you move.

In response to an inquiry from someone who ate herself, Lord, however, did not make one disgusting face. It gives me an answer in an instant.

'There's nothing I can do. There are no hands for vampires.'

Right... is that it?

The illusion of Lord disappears. Suttori Lorde's words fall to his heart.

Then there's endurance from here on out. Fight the pain. Stay sane. Fight death. Same thing I did in the hospital bed my whole life.

The difference is that the only thing I have right now is my neck.

And then my last battle began.

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The dark sky is white and the thin light illuminates the surrounding area.

The first pain I felt was like sunburn. The pain spreading around the top of my head invades my entire face and turns into a flaming fever.

I thought I could afford it right after I was sentenced. I thought it was better than dying.

But soon I realized it was a mistake. Positive force twitched and burned my remaining body, burning my thoughts. I can't even get bored just by my neck.

It's as if you've been exposed to direct sunlight for decades in a row. The pain, little by little, tries to kill me. I'm going to try to get it back to the body.

I open my eyes fully and desperately endure the pain. Little by little, despair strikes me with a strong fear that I didn't even feel when I put the Knights of the End in front of me, in a sense of impatience that the needle of the clock springs up as it moves.

Instinct is alarming at the onslaught of a natural enemy called the Sun. It's just a little sunrise, but this is it.

It was so strange that it had not yet vanished. Nara buries. Back to zero. Attribute to nothing.

In me, darkness and light are fighting.

Just endure even the pain. Little by little, the light that illuminates the grave grows stronger.

One question arises in the back of the brain.

Lord said an hour. But it was an hour or so ago.

Then how many hours do you have? How many hours can you stand it? How many hours...... will I endure?

And... what's the point of that?

It is now understandable why Nevila, the Knights of the End, made this the way the Undead suffer most.

It was not alarming to leave me alone. This is torture.

The pain that strikes and the sanctions by the sun that may end when. I can even feel the footsteps of death. The farther from death the undead, the more intolerable this sentence is. Because the enemy is not in front of us, we cannot abandon our last hope either.

Before the body, the mind dies.

My throat dries even. There are tears in the burning pain. Breathe in desperately and stay conscious.

If you accept death, it's over. I know because I'm the one who survived years of odd sickness.

The doctor called me a miracle in my lifetime when I was debilitated and endured pain and clinging to the raw. When was the first pity that came to a fright?

The doctors, my family, the magicians, they all thought I was going to die soon. But I survived. Ultimately, he died, but I didn't give up living to the end.

I scold my crushing mind and put my temper back on track.

So I won't give up again this time. I died once. He died and miraculously came back with his memory.

To this extent, the degree of pain and despair makes you give up?

Just move your eyes. Look up, desperately stare at the hateful sun.

I'm a dead man. It is the vessel of the King of the Dead, the prospect of Horos Carmen. To this extent, there will be no doom.

I don't scream. Speak up and the pain will deceive you, but it will drain your health. It was a technique I knitted in my lifetime.

Just shut up, burn your thoughts, and resist the pain of trying to lower the Book of Darkness to your consciousness.

There is no chance. There are no measures.

What I seek - is a second miracle.

How much time would have passed?

The sun climbs a little bit, and the light that illuminates me grows a little stronger. Burn it firmly into your eyes.

Dazzling. Ouch. Horrible. And - beautiful.

I can't, I can't win. Once my favorite morning, the light of the sun is about to drive me out of this world.

Destroy. Your soul disappears. Ouch. What the hell is going on with my face illuminated by the day?

The light is too strong for me to see anymore. It's just that everything is hot as if it's wrapped in Hellfire.

- I don't want to die.

Make a non-voiceless scream.

At the moment my consciousness crumbled, my neck was lifted to the lid.

At first, I wondered if my soul had gone up to heaven. But it soon turned out to be different.

He says souls tainted by necromancers can never go to heaven.

The light full of vision is suppressed and the silver hair comes first into view.

A stark, familiar, deep purple eye comes in.

Open your lips. It was a cut word that came out.

"Huh... se, n, li -"

"- Huh!! - Huh!! - Huh!!

"I hear you, ah..."

My tongue is burning. I was lucky my eyes were safe.

It's the limit. I... I'm already dead. The negative energy I already have is almost buried. I can't stand the slightest sunlight.

In his hazy consciousness, he merely wrapped a thread to survival.

What am I supposed to do? How can I help? How do I get Cenri to move the girl with the most serious weakness in this End Knight?

There is no power. There is unlimited action that can be taken. I don't even have much time to exchange words.

And at that moment, I unleashed the last word of my choosing.

"Ah........................................................................................................................................................."

The centipede's hand, which was carefully lifting my neck, trembled for a moment.

I was convinced and relieved of the reaction. [M]

Cenri is emotionally brittle and smart. Thoughtfulness and tremendous use of power, perseverance, Nevila said, are the kind of people who are shocked by my death, which is just a dead end.

They, Nevila and the others, should have destroyed me. We should have left it to anger and not punished or anything, not given time for penance or anything else, and destroyed it by no complete skin.

So they lose. Really - important stuff.

The signs of hesitation were momentary. I feel a floating sensation and a slight tingling of Sara's hair hits my cheeks.

I can't see anymore. I don't see it before. But the smooth softness placed on the lips is not an illusion.

Sweet skin smell wipes out pain and despair. My tongue stretches when I shouldn't have moved and I taste that skin.

Strong pleasure shocks me and runs through my consciousness. The power that should have been depleted returns just a little.

The vision that was blacked out returns.

"There he is... here he is"

I greeted Cenri's ear, which trembled right in front of me, and stuck my fangs up to the neck muscle I had been offered.