Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

If Senli Silvis had made the only mistake, it would have never fought with the weak.

In the Knights of the End, each basically acts in a group of several people with a first-degree knight at the apex.

Until then, Cenri was a companion of the same Knights who were fighting the Dark Families together, not to mention the power of his master, Ephe, but also a physically and mentally powerful warrior who freely manipulated blessings (even if not as Cenri) about his predecessors, Ruffrey and Nevila.

The next thing we did together was end.

End was originally a sick man and had never experienced or known combat. But at the same time, the end combined high qualities as an undead with a strong spirit.

Though the occasional pleasure of showing the centipede was exhausted, the state of the end is not such that it can be overcome in a spirit of parallelism.

He received a resurrection by an evil Necromancer sorcerer, who kept his memory alive even under his reign, gave the End Knight solar punishment and not a single cry, and even let him endure the blood-sucking urge to the limit that everyone could not help but go mad.

It is also surprising that we have won the battle against Albatos.

The power of Albatos was mighty from Cenli's point of view, and he was used to fighting the undead. I don't know how many ancestors (ancestors) I was born with, but I'm not the only one who could beat a junior vampire.

He's still inexperienced in combat, but perhaps when it's buried, the end turns. It could be a level out of Cenri's control not far away, that's how strong the end is.

Compared to them, the mercenaries led by Cenri this time were too weak.

I guess they do combat training. You must have some experience. He also has enough power to fight demons to some extent. But still, its power has not reached the level where it can fight the Dark Family.

It was then that Cenri was leaving the herd of beasts to mercenaries to strike a series of demons dancing in the dark night sky.

It dominated me all the way. Female demons were quite powerful as demons, but if they clashed from the front, Cenri would never lose.

Since demons are similar and non-existent to undead, we could not infuse the power of blessing and purify existence to zero, but the power of light is nevertheless one of the weaknesses for demons.

Demons fly in the sky, but even centimeters can fly in the sky. You must have realized the disadvantage with the first blow, the devil was always on the run and Cenri caught up with it.

All the time, the centipede was under pressure. Cenri was intact, and the demon's body was only barely able to prevent the continuous strike of light, and it was a blur.

The war changed only after the devil used some magic in his misery.

The devil excels in sorcery. What the female demon used was not attack magic.

Magic that only leads to the weak-hearted. It's the magic of "Charm" that drops the subject into hypnosis and manipulates it.

It was definitely magic that would not have taken the Knights of the End. Cenri therefore had a sweet estimate of the danger.

It was a miscalculation. The magic of mental contamination systems enters out of fear and agitation.

The magic hung from the sky took one of the mercenaries who was fighting the beast with his hips. The man, who lost the color of his eyes in an instant, became a devil's pawn and was attacked by a fellow who had been fighting with him until a few moments earlier.

Fear propagates. In particular, being attacked by those who were buddies until earlier casts a strong fear on even the mercenaries of a relatively spiritual war. The End Knight, who fights witchcraft, assumes and trains in such situations as well, but just a mercenary can't stand it.

We couldn't just shut up about each other. Cenri stopped the pursuit and was forced to rescue his companions.

The magic of widespread fascination is quite fragile as the magic of mental contamination systems. Strong shock will return it to me, but in an unarmed killing, he will die before it.

Wake up your people, get rid of the beast, and prevent the attack magic of a female demon pouring out of the sky.

What matters is human life. Victims must be contained as much as possible.

If the demon's attack magic was such a powerful attack that Cenri couldn't prevent it, the sacrifice would have been dedicated to the attack as a necessity. But those attacks were hard enough for Cenri.

Settlement would have been easy had there been another companion who would not be attracted.

The battle was prolonged. The devil did not choose to retreat.

However, it was still on the Cenri side that it was advantageous. The magic of the mental contamination system becomes difficult to work in proportion to the number of times. If we wipe out all the hordes of warcraft that the devil has led, Cenri can once again devote his strength to destroying the devil.

It was just then that I heard the wolf howl from behind.

It's not just wolf's. I heard it many times when Cenri was working as the Knights of the End, it's demonic.

Werewolf howling has a habit. To the centipede that altered the blood phase, but until then, the look on the face of the woman, with a painful expression, did not loosen the hand of the attack, distorted in astonishment.

Something happened. Until then, the female demon, who had not even shown a bare gesture of retreat, rises greatly. But you can't go after him.

A flock of beasts, much reduced in number, strikes at the same time.

When he managed to kill it all, the figure of the female demon had disappeared into the night sky.

§

Returning to the camping point and coming into Cenri's eyes was disastrous.

Strong smell of blood on the bodies of a few rolling mercenaries, frightened blue merchants.

But the power of a werewolf is powerful.

The werewolf created by the curse of the king of beasts is demonic. If it is pure combat capability, it will also cross the female demon to which Cenri opposed earlier.

If you were lost among your companions, there is no way you could have done so much damage.

I don't see the enemy. Baron...... and what the end looks like - I don't see it.

And Cenri didn't change her expression and accepted that the worst had happened.

That werewolf howl is a sign of retreat. Cenri left the end in the camp, sometimes saying that in dog form none of the combat abilities were equal, but also for protection in times of need.

It also goes well with the family of darkness. If the target was a werewolf, the existence of a vampire becomes overwhelming.

As a demon, a werewolf is a vampire. Werewolf fur, which has strong resistance besides silver weapons, also fails to perform against vampire attacks.

It's a curse. Werewolves are created as much as possible as vampire servants.

Werewolves also have character. But the fact that the other guy chose to withdraw - I guess that's what happened.

But that meant the end made a hard choice.

The companions Cenri takes home run over to his companions. Some fought while protecting them, and there were no dead or seriously wounded members led by Cenri.

"Oh, well, you've returned safely. But it's tough. Ser, Lord Cenri's dog - it wasn't just a dog. You fooled me! Lord Cenri's dog was a vampire! I was sneaking into the caravan!

The leader of the caravan, Laurel, rushes over in a way she can't hide the upset. Cenri took a deep breath and listened back.

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"Yes, no. Oliver was a werewolf. They were hostile. Damn, why are you looking at me like this?"

Vampires hide in people and suck and kill the blood of the nocturnal, notorious beings. Even if there was no direct damage to it, its existence casts a shadow on the hearts of people in the name of fear.

That's the general sensibility. Sensibility of the centipede is more rare. Cenri understood it well.

If Barron hadn't been here, he would have been wiped out by now, but he's forgotten about it.

Bite your lips. But I couldn't argue with that.

Look at Katerina. Baron was a popular but special girl who liked it. But now he's burying his face in his mother's chest and shivering.

The gaze directed at the centipede varied. But the strongest of these is something like blaming the centipede.

Though the ex, the End Knight didn't notice the vampire, so that gaze won't help either. Now I'm confused by fear. I'm used to that kind of gaze.

But there were no signs of suspicion of the centipede in that gaze. No one seems to think Cenri is one of the vampires.

End must have said something. That young man is used to crises and to being hostile.

But it's just that I'm used to it, not that I'm okay with it.

"... did Baron say anything to me?

§ § §

Oh, what do you mean?

Oliver Albor has been shrinking beyond my memory for a while here. Next door, he walks casually in a dark incarnation that trembles with only signs.

It was supposed to be an easy assignment.

Oliver has a family registration. The pseudomorphic abilities of werewolves that neither work nor are undead are nearly perfect. He also has combat abilities that are not numerical, such as mercenaries.

Even when it comes to big caravans, the quality of the escorts they lead is known. Number three...... We need quality, not numbers, to stop Oliver, an elite among werewolves.

I thought I was unlucky when the ex-ending knights were mixed up in the escort, but I have to say that the vampires were really, even worse off than that.

That too - an exceptional monster among vampires. A rarely present, specially capable ancestor (Ancestor). Originally, he is supposed to be building castles in secluded places, putting numerous demons under his control there, and spending time as a ruler.

The moment I perceived who it was, everything disappeared.

Everything disappeared because of the strong war and the murderous outcry that had prevailed until then, and at that moment Oliver was made to understand that nothing had changed from when he was still in control.

The werewolf has the instinct of a beast. Resist all sorts of pain, and even if your opponent is demonic in character, that will never slow down.

But if the other person is not a vampire, it is a story of.

Werewolves are vampire servants. All werewolves have been created and bewitched by vampires.

Oliver's master is not the "Original Father," but he was a well-known ancestor - a genealogy of "King of the Beast," a powerful vampire who inherited some of his powers.

The curse of "Werewolf Creation" does not include absolute obedience. For to the king of the night, a werewolf and other beings are not enough to fear.

The king of the night is pleased with the werewolves he has created himself, as if he were a natural right, carving fear. Stop beating the growing subordination with the power of the beast, and denigrate its soul, lest it ever turn against you again.

No longer, that's close to a kind of curse. It is a curse that will not disappear, even if the person dies for any reason.

No more vampires have turned Oliver into a werewolf.

The Lord, the Lord of Oliver, the Absolute Ruler, and the Lord, who was supposed to be the strongest, defeated the battle against the other vampires… the 'Ancestors (Ancestors)', which should hardly exist, and vanished lightly. And Oliver Albor is free.

But the testimony of the engraved servant has been more than ten years and has still not disappeared after gaining a new Lord named Reinell.

Its' ancestors' did not rule Oliver as a new lord because for its ancestors it was less than garbage scum that Oliver could find neither the value of killing nor the value of dominating. Oliver laughed with his nose as he slipped his hips on the side and left quietly.

'King of the Night' walking next door was much younger than Oliver's former lord. But for vampires, there's nothing that doesn't count as much as how old they look.

I caught a glimpse earlier, the ability to change into a dog is definitely not the original vampire ability.

If that's all, it could have been inherited from other ancestors, but if they were family members of other ancestors and inherited their abilities, they couldn't have the power of 'pointy claws' in 'Corpse Ghost (Ghoul)'.

Reinell the Demon King is a more powerful demon clan than vampires. But Oliver... to a werewolf (Ware Wolf), a king is a vampire.

I don't know the sincerity with which a vampire who can freely transform into a wolf has gained the ability to change into a new dog, but I can't think of anything against it.

"Dear End...... If you don't mind, please answer. How did you get mixed up in a human caravan like that?

"Do I need to answer your question? Oliver."

My spine trembles and my tail stands perfectly in the kind of voice that pushed that anger to death.

Oliver was crawling when he realized. In the middle of no-one's plain, just flat out.

"Huh................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... also, sorry!

"Because of you, I had scattered eyes. I was going to go into Lomburg like that. Besides, you tarnished my proud white fur. I didn't mean it."

"Hih... well, that's -"

"No dog is more adorable than I am, so I was turning it on, but if they arrange a nomination, they'll catch me at the gate. Of course I didn't mean to infiltrate you long, but my plan is ruined. I need you to make up for it."

"Also, of course, there it is!

Oliver doesn't know what magnificent, horrible plan there was. I don't even want to know.

Oddly enough, as I declared to the caravan, all Oliver was allowed to do was kneel on the spot and beg for mercy.

A fellow demon. The smell of Monica, the subordinate of the same Reinell, approaches. Oliver just waited for the storm to pass.