Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The devil. If Albatos had been the black wind earlier, Albatos now seemed like the devil.

Force, speed, and mass are all different than before.

Dodging sideways with a slight judgment, dodging the Albatross giant. Albatos, who was flying, clings from his head to a closed store nearby, and that alone collapses the house as if it were a building block or something.

When I say night, it doesn't mean there's no crowd. The screams of those who were lucky enough to be on the streets or staying in the same inn as my inn echo. But Albatos didn't seem obsessed with making a scene.

Albatos bounces off the rubble and stares straight at me.

This guy... sucks. Are vampires really in control of such a monster?

I thought it was going to swell up and become dull, and it doesn't look that way either. A giant jumps high without a single footstep.

The moon hides in its black body and its surroundings shade for a moment.

I can't take it. The monster is coming down. I kicked hard on the ground and dodged it.

The hook claw shatters the unpaved dirt ground and his jaw grows toward me without interruption. Instead of one or two arms, it's a giant jaw that's going to bite your body in two. Back off and dodge in a hurry.

Hot as your body burns. I try to kick that jaw up as it goes down, but I don't wander around one. Those eyes were still only rolling their hatred for me.

Oh, a curse is... what an abomination.

For a moment, hold pity by shelving that you are cursed. But we have to take them down at all costs.

How can we repel the monster in front of us?

You want to wait for the centipede? When are you coming back?...... No, we shouldn't make Cenri and this monster relative.

I know she's strong, but the monster in front of her - a werewolf - probably doesn't make positive energy a weakness because it's not undead.

This is my enemy. He's coming to kill me. I should do something. [M]

Crushing the ground, Albatos advances. On his slapped forefoot, the dirt bounces and splashes. Desperately going back, but the move was too fast compared to me, the vampire.

Dodge a few shots, but the tip of a one-armed nail shaken off by a horizontal giraffe finally catches onto your body. At that moment, the shock ran as if his whole body were being torn apart.

Consciousness turns dark. By the time I realized I was lying on the ground floor of a house.

There's a big hole in the wall. Apparently, I broke through a few walls. The bones that were about to split back together, and the trunk that was about to break a thousand pieces, are instantly repaired. If I were human, I could have died a hundred times.

Fortunately, consciousness would have flown for a moment.

But I can't do this. I need a weapon. But I wouldn't like them, I can't hold a silver weapon.

What was past my brain was' light eating ', which I let go of in the inn room. Can you tear the meat out of the strong fur of Albatross today?

No... I just have to bet. I don't think any more weapons are conveniently rolling.

Thoughts were momentary.

Destroy the house, destroy the walls as if they were pieces of paper, and Albatos will come. I desperately throw myself aside and dodge it.

The hook claw blow could be avoided. But there, even Albatross' heavily shaken tail struck.

Covered in bristles and with tremendous force, it was the murder weapon itself.

The abdomen, which has been properly hit, is slowly decided, and the body rotates and breaks through the wall. Blunt pain brightens my vision.

The pain itself is not that great. But I was thirsty asexually. I've repeated a massive regeneration over and over, so my blood is running out. If it cuts completely, regeneration will stop working, as it did when Nevila and the others tortured us.

We need replenishment. Hold down your teasing head and think.

This place is all over town. Most people would have fled a sudden disaster, but food is indispensable.

Albatos is after me. Get a little blood and get out of here.

Goto was in a flash.

No... Cenri promises not to suck blood from anyone other than her, and she doesn't have the strength to fight the chemicals in front of her.

I can't afford to be sucking blood in the first place.

Again, the obstacle is forcefully destroyed and Albatos strikes from directly above. Now it's too cowardly not to have as many weaknesses as a vampire.

Not even while I'm picking up the tweezers. It's like a storm.

You're playing me unconsciously, and there's no sign of losing sight of me. Maybe they sense the place with the smell?

We have to run. Somehow, run away... and rebuild your attitude...

Forefoot coming down from the diagonal top. Huge body of falling darkness. I was ready in an instant and stepped forward, not sideways.

The ceiling falls. Vision is closed to black. Lower yourself and slip in desperately. I'm relieved by the sound of destruction I hear from behind.

I manage to creep under the albatross without being peppered.

I only got a moment of my time. Before Albatos looks back, he kills the footsteps and returns to his original path.

The speed of the leg is over there. It's easy to catch up even if you just run away.

But Albatross hurt me a lot. Judging my stomach many times, my blood is scattered there. [M]

If you're after him because of the smell, you might be able to get confused. There is also a lot of debris, so it is essential for a place to hide.

It was best to return to a few houses. My acute hearing was listening precisely to the sound of Albatos flipping as he was forced to destroy the house.

Special, find a room where my blood is scattered and where it's like a tragic killing scene, coupled with the trail of destruction. It sounds terrible, but we might be able to hide here.

Stretch your nails, slit your arms and scatter blood. If you can get past Albatross, it's as cheap as losing a little blood now.

Sprinkling fresh blood in the room, I lurked my breath, laying in the shadow of a heavily destroyed and rolling table near the trace of blood. Be careful not to make any noise.

Albatos' footsteps approach. She's just too big for her body to act without making footsteps indoors.

Unlike earlier advances, footsteps were slow.

Apparently, as I imagined, what she was sensing was the smell. If I say it additionally, does it sound too?

If I move, it's easy to chase, but if I dive in without making a sound, no beast can find me that easily?

I intend to integrate with the table still and wait for the footsteps to get closer. As you step on the rubble and crush it, big signs approach. And it stopped in my hiding room.

Beast's breath. The sound of smelling. The debris rolls nearby, and even the slightest heart beat is about to stop completely.

I don't have any pain, but my head creaked. There's... not enough blood.

Is there something to feel, Albatos didn't quite get out of the room. I can hear you rolling half a piece of broken furniture. Maybe... Is it uncomfortable that I sprinkled new blood? Have measures been put in place to mislead the smell?

If I can find it, I have no life. My skull would crumble easily if I just got slapped in the forefoot from the top.

Forget it. Forget fighting back now, just think about hiding.

Just shrink like a small animal. When I feel signs of death without moving my body, I remember when I used to be in the hospital bed.

Dive in with the intention of becoming one of the rubble. At that time, I noticed that my arms and skin were discolored.

§ § §

Weird. I lost it.

The beast, formerly Albatross, narrowed his eyes and followed the smell. I was definitely in front of you until earlier. I should have been able to split up in the next few minutes.

But I lost him. Albatos' sensory organs are quite sharp. Extraordinary excellence is the sense of smell, but also the sight and hearing are extraordinary. It's impossible to lose sight of it on any night.

I'm pretty sure he's close. I'm not giving you time to run away.

There was scattered blood and flesh of lower vampires all around. Look for the subject, smelling the thin blood odor characteristic of the undead. A spark of irritation was smoking in one corner of his head.

Explore vampires who would be hiding while ravaginally destroying rubble.

Full moon shining in the sky. The full moon gives power to vampires, but equally to Albatos.

There was an overwhelming difference in power. The target is not a vampire. Vampire pupae, the inferior being.

I don't have most of the powerful special abilities that vampires have. There's no way to lose.

In the heightened emotions, the slightest reason left behind recalls what was once a sight.

Accidentally broken peace. Arrogantly, ruthlessly, and overwhelmingly, the 'King of the Dead' came under attack.

An unparalleled sense of being forced to transform itself into the feeling that something important is falling out due to blood suction.

It's just a coincidence that Albatos was chosen as the primary victim of that ability. And I should say I was lucky.

The special abilities forced to be added were incomplete. The beings that were supposed to dominate Albatos were extinguished with recoil exercising their incomplete abilities, and all that was left was an indelible curse and an intent to kill against vampires.

Wildness is eroding reason. But still, I'm sorry if I have to avenge the vampire who took everything.

Now Albatross will take everything and terrorize you. Albatos already remembered strongly the thin smell of vampires, which even beasts could not chase.

Albatos is not just a dog. It's a hound that hunts down and kills vampires.

It's not for someone. No thanks, no pity, and I don't even need meaning. Albatos just left it to his instincts and growled on the moon and night.

Air tremors and sounds bounce the rubble. Catch the returned air tremor and get an idea of the general situation around you.

And Albatos is one house. I found it nestled on that roof.

Black stained all over his body, a man with terrible and rare signs.

It doesn't smell, it doesn't sound, it blends into the darkness. If you stay still, even Albatos will find it difficult to see through.

I see... the power of The Dark Rover. Albatos pulls out the knowledge to sleep in the depths.

Its fragile undead, a pre-mutation individual of vampires, outweighs vampires by just one point, when it comes to lurking.

It is the properties of the ancestors (ancestors) that are elevated by the mutation that possess the preposition mutation capabilities. It is clearly different from those who were bitten by vampires and turned into their companions.

The man - in the hands of the lower vampire Lesser Vampire, known as the End, had his first black squirrel down.

The clothes wrapped around him were attacked by Albatross several times and borough cloth is the same. But there is no anger in that look, his eyes quietly staring down at Albatos.

What a waste. Ability of "Dark Stalker" - "Hidden Shadow" is not something that can be used for a long time.

But you think you can beat this Albatross just by getting one weapon. Renouncing the front would have only extended my life a little bit -.

Such a thing is as good as a stick for Albatross today. After a scattered shake, I'll eat you to death.

Just pure intent to kill, Albatos growls. He wields a twist, and a vampire hits him.

And then the last battle began.