Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

It was too overwhelming. Less than a second later, the first three were blown away by its auspicious arm.

Life and death are unknown, but the three people who rolled on the ground don't even move Pickle. And half of the mercenaries surrounded by that blow broke their hearts.

Not that there was any exceptional technology. What happened was the power of the beast.

It's so fast that every move can't handle a human being enough. What happens if a beast who looks like a man waves his arms in the wisdom of man?

One man lays his sword on his back, growls like a scream and jumps at a giant werewolf. The blade pierced the trunk covered with brown hair, but it was lightly bounced. I get casually shaken off arms and a man flies through space for a few meters as if he were a ball.

Weapon. Bad weapon. Just a weapon on a werewolf is ineffective.

One mercenary with a sword to shelter the children shouts out. He's a big man, but he's like a child compared to a werewolf in front of him.

"So, anyone have a silver weapon!?

"Huh... right! A knife..."

A hunter in a light dress pulled a tiny silver knife out of her waist. Probably the one I had for the amulet.

The metal called silver is originally much softer than iron. Its equipment, which is soft, expensive and inherently unsuitable as a weapon, is entirely for family members against the darkness and is not always available unless you are a professional like Kainushi. If it is made of St. Silver, like the sword of Cenri, it is also highly practical, but it is rarely present, such as St. Silver.

Oliver narrows his eyes, looks at that knife and laughs.

"Are you stupid...... such a tiny knife, what are you going to do!

An arrow ejected from the mercenaries is bounced into its fur. Regardless of the sword to be waved down from all sides, Oliver jumped at the prey in front of him.

Even though the magician had a silver knife, it was the mercenary of the man who was out front who was targeted. A giant hook claw cleaves its body from sword to sword. The man falls not even while he screams. Children scream.

"On an unlimited night near the full moon, with this degree of gear, I didn't mean to resist third place Oliver Albor!

There's no need to prioritize. Shake off the magic of the flames with your arms and crush the hunter who set up a silver knife and came under attack from the blind spot ready to die without turning around. There was too much overwhelming beast violence there.

The size of the albatross after the transformation is higher. Pure combat ability will have its share there. But the blow had a unique human strength.

Oliver doesn't growl. Probably because if you growl, the Cenri and the others will likely notice. Even if a child's scream doesn't reach far, Oliver's roar is sure to go into Cenri's ear.

One of the merchants - a man who was Oliver's employer - asks aloud as he slips back and retreats.

"Oliver, come on, what's your purpose?!? Loading!? If it's loaded..."

"Everything, it is. Human. Kill them all. And get the shipment..."

Every second you have fewer allies. There are no more half of the escorts left that were close to thirty.

Turn your back and run out like one of the mercenaries ate a bubble. Nor did Oliver look particularly emotional, picking up the sword that had fallen cleverly with his hook-clawed hands and throwing it against its back.

Pierced through the skull, a man falls. I can't escape. No human being can escape the speed of the beast.

"I get loads, horses, carriages, people, everything. All you're allowed to do is kneel on the spot and beg for mercy."

What arrogance. And what power. Werewolves are supposedly created by vampires, but Oliver is stronger than me... maybe.

I instantly calculated and prepared the pros and cons.

We have to fight. Maybe if it's a dog condition, we can get away with it, but this caravan will undoubtedly be wiped out.

I'm a caravan I took care of, and I have feelings.

I can't replace my life, but if I abandon you here, even if you survive, you'll lose your centipede.

Senri abandoned the caravan. I will not forgive him. Even if you understand it with reason, you shouldn't be emotionally convinced.

Then we have to fight. You need to invade the risk in order to get something.

What, to this extent, nothing. The winner is not zero. I escaped from that ephemeral and managed to defeat Albatos.

When I shook my tail at Katerina, I ran near Oliver and barked hard.

They owed me one meal at a time. Let's help him at last.

If we go back to where we were, we'll find out who we are, but well... it's inevitable. Anyway, that figure is also found out by Albatos.

Turn the rising power into a growl.

"Kicha-chan!

"Barron!?

Katerina gives a screaming voice. Oliver looked at me barking at his feet and turned his eyes round.

"!? Kuku... this is... what a brave puppy. It's more brave than the mercenary style you turned your back on and ran away from... Speaking of which, it was this dog who spotted Monica, too, or... right. This is on the brink of something too, you're the only one I can help. It's going to be a good souvenir for Lord Reinell."

Huh!? Really!? I'm not gonna say anything.

This curse I have is what Albatos had. [M] It's the source of that ridiculous power.

Slightly kicks the ground and bites Oliver's thick arm. The tiny fangs that did exist ate into the meat and the nails scratched its thick skin.

Oliver was flat. I just look down at me, far smaller than I am, and I squeeze my eyes in surprise. It's a human expression somewhere.

"There's pain... there's...? Impossible. Not just a dog...... no? Sometimes the ex-ending knight just kept it, huh?... depressing"

Oliver waves his arms wide and slaps me to the ground. A terrible shock of bones, flesh and pain rush. I inadvertently leak my breath as small as just a puppy.

The brutal and famous werewolves did not condone it. Step on my little body. Its weight makes me scream unexpectedly.

Apparently Albatos was cursed for being bitten by a vampire. But Albatos still had reason. Per the human side, there's just reason to be determined to keep hunting vampires.

Oliver doesn't have it. The man in front of him appears to remain calm in the form of a werewolf, whose fruit the spirit has completely turned into a family of darkness.

Failed. I thought if you looked like a dog, you could get caught off guard.

If I have three seconds, I can go back to where I was. It was also possible that if it was attached to the body and put back in place, it would be able to pry out the heart before it was noticed. Maybe we could have ended this without showing Katerina and the others what humans look like.

But I can't move with this.

Is it because Oliver is careless that his body hasn't been peppered? I can see the bone breaking, but the regenerative ability seems to be working.

Wrong force application and subtraction. If I were just a dog, I would have been fatally wounded.

As he stomps on me, he looks around at the mercenaries Oliver stiffens. Everyone was intimidated by that sharp glance.

"I will not disobey those who are more powerful than I am. After all, humans are... vulnerable. I didn't even have to dive inside, but......... that end knight is just out of hand. unavoidable, or"

It's no longer here, there's only one chance you can win. Take away this guy's curse. I hate to die, but if I go back to where I was and breathe blood, I can suck the curse off like an albatross...... I guess.

The problem is timing. You're likely to get hit before you breathe blood even if you go back to normal now. There's a gap.

Rotate your head desperately and look for gaps.

And, at that time, Katerina, who was hugged and trembling by her mother, shook her arm and stepped forward.

My face is shaking in tears and fear. But still, he threw the dishes and screamed in a warring voice.

A vessel with soup hits Oliver's head as he twirls, happy or unhappy.

"Ba, let Baron go! A monster!"

"Here, here, Katerina!

I was most surprised by Katerina's behavior.

It's stupid behavior to distract the monster here and now. It's also insane to say that I would do that for one dog because of how adorable it is.

You don't have to distract me anyway. I'm likely to be dead and rolling in a few minutes, but I should have grown up. Barbarian courage in the absence of a winning eye should have been avoided.

I saw Caterina with Oliver's eyes on the prey. I can see the red tongue glistening like a big flame.

"Oh no, there's still a brave little lady... she seems to have been there... Well, if you don't want to see Baron die, I'll eat and kill him first."

Small and screaming, Katerina slips through her waist.

Attention was drawn, but my legs held me back from the top. He is a cautious werewolf.

It's with Cenri. Even if that's because you didn't know who I really was, you can't abandon anyone who tried to help you.

It's supposed to be a big pinch, but only at times like this didn't the load come out. Bump your hands and feet desperately and put your strength into your body.

My head turns bright red to strong warfare. My body is hot as if it were to be burned.

"Shh! Ka-chan!"

"It's a little loud dog - ugh!?

- And I woke up.

The point of view gradually rises. Breathe deeply to escape the heat in your body. As it interacts with it, the body makes a noise.

My body is swollen. What happened once when Albatos got huge goes past the back of his brain.

White, long hair for longer hair. Small, adorable forelegs on big, adorable forelegs.

Oliver, who was stepping on his body, opens his eyes and drops back wide. And I got up using a big, swollen limb.

"Ko, this is... stupid... Huh!?

High point of view. As tall as the tallest mercenary.

I evolved, is this the world Albatross was looking at?

Take a step and the ground will shake small. It's this height on four-legged foot, and from a human standpoint, it would look like a monster.

Turning his gaze, Oliver exhales roughly and takes a step back. I have lower eyesight than Oliver, but that's because Oliver is bipedal, and if he crawls on all fours, I'm probably bigger.

You can win. You can win. I looked up at the moon and growled.

"Kicha-chan!

"Barron... just... turned out!?

Katerina opens her eyes and says in a trembling voice.

... Could this just change in size keep you looking like that dog?

Oliver, who was stunned, kicks hard on the ground.

I don't know what to do because I've never fought on four legs. A large shaken hook claw cleaves his thick foreleg and screams at the rest of the pain. Unexpectedly, he swung up his other foreleg and shook Oliver away, but Oliver took the blow with one arm.

"Huh... what, do I look down on you? He's an unusual dog."

Blood splashes and pollutes the proud white hair. Apparently, he hasn't gotten that strong. It's no match for Oliver where he gained some weight.

This just made my aim bigger. It usually hurts, and the white dog just turned into a big white dog even when he got big in that look.

Still strike with a glimmer of hope. Oliver easily dodged the full blow of cracking the ground by simply slipping a little to the side. He kicks over the ground, but on the contrary, he gets nostalgic and takes a heavy blow. My body gets blown up a lot and I lay one of the mercenaries under it. I got up in a hurry spinning around.

Strong. What speed even though it's giant.

He opens his jaw wide and bites, but Oliver grabbed my jaw with both hands.

I'm not used to you.

It hurts so much that the pointy hook nail caught on my jaw and made me cry. And I can't shut my mouth at all. I get a kick in the ass and roll on the ground again.

Albatos was so strong, what a body. I get a lot of strokes and a lot of adorable white hair gets dirty inside. I feel like crying.

No blows, no hits, no bites, nothing goes through.

We have to stop moving first. I can hear you backing Barron from behind.

Prepare for pain. Standing up on my hind leg, I slapped the ground hard with my forefoot.

A shake occurs that is not comparable to the time of a person's form. But Oliver was on my back then. The ground jumped before it wobbled.

A sharp knife-like nail rested on my throat and I heard Oliver in my ear.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have you dead. If you resent him, you should resent your husband and his vulnerable companions."

That voice gives me a little bit of blood on my head.

Keep it up and those nails will slit the soft meat off my throat. No, we have to go back to where we were.

This guy is trying to kill me. The only way to survive is to kill him. Don't even think about it now. Forget about what you have to protect.

Kill me. My instincts are whispering to me.

The monster of the night is the king of solitude. When you're alone... you're the strongest.

The hook paw shook empty. My body shrinks. White hair falls off and the body falls out of Oliver's restraint, which was on his back.

The voice that was rooting for Barron disappears. But okay. That's fine.

Forget the ambush. Don't think about it later. It can't be a miracle.

Kill them from the front. This man who tried to take my freedom.

The moon is shining. I was kneeling as if I were praying for it. [M]

Slowly wake up your body. Perspectives are neither high nor low.

I didn't scream. What remained there was silence. Everyone can't say anything and stares at me.

And I haven't been outside in a really long time. [M]

The first person to raise his voice was Katerina.

"Baron... now, to a human!

Sorry, I'm not really... a dog.

But now I don't have time to apologize. Shake your head wide.

I recently received blood, but it's five minutes to see if I can defeat Oliver in vampire form. Cenri's story says werewolves are comparable and outweigh vampires in simple arm power. So sometimes werewolves are more troublesome to the End Knight than vampires?

"Come on... it's round three..."

Stretch your nails and stare at Oliver.

Oliver was flattered. He opens his eyes, trembles and stares at me. The surprise there is far greater than it was when I got huge.

Is it uncommon to be that human? You're back in shape, too.

Eyes and eyes. Again, it's terribly intimidating.

With my nails... I wish I could pierce that hair. Worst case scenario, you just have to buy time until Cenri comes back.

It should not be difficult because it has the ability to regenerate. Oliver gave a dry voice to me as I walked.

"If... then stupid... vampires (vampires)... so!? Duh, logic, my, body, scratch... no, that ability-- oh, oh, yeah, it's impossible, it's not."

The emotions contained in that voice were a strong fear. There is white foam coming out of the end of the mouth. The iris narrows to excitement.

My arm, which should crush me easily, was rattling and trembling at the tip of my hook nail. When you take a step, you retreat after a few steps. There is no arrogance, bravery, or shards left in the appearance.

A trembling voice echoes in the darkness at night. And when Oliver knelt down, he lay flat as if to offer his neck.

"'Ancestor' … 'King of the Dead'. I didn't know, I didn't know. Wow, I'm a faithful, helpless, just a dog!

What the hell is this... but it's not good. Very bad.