Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Knight of the End. That's the strongest synonym in this world.

Its name is Hero and Consent, and its power to freely manipulate the special energy called Blessings outweighs the power of many powerful outsiders.

Many of the heroes Tan are their stories, and the Knights of the End, made up of the Knights of the End, have launched numerous legends so far. The target of its annihilation is mostly the Necromancer and the Undead, but in some situations they may fight just demon kings.

The Knight of the End is inherently a man of darkness. Blessing energy is powerful, but on the other hand, only the undead can purify it with it, and subhumans, dragons, etc. are not subject to it. So, I can reasonably see that depending on the position of the knight, defeat is likely enough, but I was still incredible after listening to Monica.

As you can tell by the centimeter, the End Knight is strong as a ghost. There's no way I'm going to be taken prisoner by people I can easily deal with. [M] I haven't even had a mock fight with Cenri lately, but I haven't even been able to catch her yet. Well, they can fly when they have to, so maybe they can't help it, but given the physical abilities of vampires, this is not normal.

Something about Cenri made me miss Cenri. It's a little early but I think we should go home now......

But he is the captive of the End Knight. If that's true, it could be Cenri's friend, and Cenri would be happy to help. Maybe he'll say, "End of the line, good luck" and give me blood. I'm sure you'll forgive me for being slightly disrespectful then. My fangs hurt.

Besides, there is also the main possibility that its captives have great blood comparable to Cenri in the first place. Well, it wouldn't be zero chance that if I helped you, you'd just give me a taste. Unlimited low though.

Follow Monica and continue beyond the iron door she was concerned about when she came.

At the end of the door was a staircase to the basement. Apparently, the living prisoners are being held ahead of them. I still don't see the prisoner, but the cloudy air makes me feel a strong sign of death.

"Dear End... I didn't think you'd be interested in the End Knight"

"They're my enemies. I've fought before."

Well, I was just made to look terrible on the one hand...

Nevila and the others were sentenced to solar punishment, and not to mention Ephe. Cenri won't catch me and won't let me breathe enough blood.

But you misunderstood my words, and Monica only raised her voice like she was impressed. Apparently, she doesn't really think at all about the possibility that I'm a centipede dog.

Going down the stairs, there was a line of boneless barns there. There are many fully armed sub soldiers watching nearby.

I smelled death and despair. I didn't hear a voice from the prison. Perhaps the screams have also dried up. Dressed in borough cloth, the wretched prisoners are much poorer treated than Luu.

Prisons were divided into several types. A girl, a man, an old man. Maybe it's popular and divided, but the treatment doesn't seem to change much.

Some of the girls were the same age as Cenri, but my forefingers, knowing superb blood, don't move. It is still better to free them all and get blood from the centipede.

It's a tragic sight, but my emotions barely moved. Neither do the prisoners speak up when they see me. Maybe they think it's a man-shaped demon.

Lightly touch the collar with "Crystal of the Night". I would still have better blood if I nourished her. I blurred looking for a pretty girl.

"He's in terrible shape."

"Because it will increase from next to next, and the taste won't change that much,"

Absolutely, this is why the savage demons. Besides, if you're so skinny, isn't it subtle when you hug me? My skin isn't shiny, and I need to shower properly... I'm getting used to Cenri's blood. Albatos was delicious enough, and I can't breathe blood that doesn't taste better now.

"Soft women and children of meat are popular. Although there are no finest products, as mounting is the most popular."

"Monica, I need you to nourish me properly and keep me in a cleaner cell."

Monica opens her eyes to me with all her heart and strength.

"Huh?"

"I'm gourmet, I can't breathe this much blood. Let him exercise moderately too, he's too meaty."

"Eh, that's..."

"Blood sucking is not just a meal for us. I'm here because you guys want to apologize. You cheated on me? Or will you give me Monica's blood? Hmm? Who can I beat to death to do what I say?

It doesn't matter. I want to suck blood deliciously and happily. It's time for a whirling pleasure.

I wasn't expecting that much, but I'm not expecting anything at all. I want to suck blood even if I fight cannibalism.

... Whatever Monica would Cenri be angry if she sucked on the prisoner's blood? But when you told me that you would give me blood regularly, it was a bad centipede.

"Wow, I get it, Master End. Somehow, I'll think of something. Forgive me."

Monica blues and leaves one step later. But my gaze is nailed to the soft neck. [M]

Blood sucking involves strong pleasures that drive people crazy, he said. This is why vampires are scared and sometimes humans give it away. Wouldn't it matter if I bit you? There are examples of centipedes and albatross that don't flush me at all, like centipedes and albatross, but centipedes and albatross are clearly not average people.

When Monica notices her gaze, she hides her neck with her hands and hides her flashly exposed chest, but what she does invites another blood-sucking impulse. You can't jump me if you seem to be certifying a ghost.

And so I shook my head wide aside.

No, you can't. I am a peaceful vampire. [M] I can't imitate anything like attacking a girl I don't like, or in case it becomes a habit, it could be purified by Cenri.

What about turning it into a dog and peppering it?... No, no, no, no. I can't suck blood in dog form.

Monica led me to the deepest prison, obviously alerting me to a blood-sucking relationship.

It was a big prison. Is it security, three fully armed ghosts are looking bored in a well visible position inside.

Just get close enough to find out, brilliant positive energy that draws a line with other people put in jail.

Instinct was avoiding approaching. The back of my head gets a little hot. This is - maybe, warfare. At the same time that darkness is the enemy of light, light is also the enemy of darkness.

Cenri rarely wrapped up the power of light when she was with me all the time, and even when she was on her side or wrapped up, she didn't get this kind of emotion, so it's my first feeling.

Monica warns me in a small voice.

"Thirty formidable soldiers have been slaughtered. I'm totally restraining my hands and feet, but I still have some leeway, be careful."

To the word, stroke down your chest without giving it to your expression, and answer.

"It's okay... you're weaker than Nevila"

It's powerful enough energy, but weaker than any end knight I've ever seen. Some of them may be connected to jail and weak, but they are way below my expectations.

Apparently Cenri, as well as Nevila and Luffrey, weren't at that lower level. Because they are the men of Ephe the Destroyer.

And I met the captive end knight face to face.

The End Knight had his arms restrained and suspended in metal rings. There is a footprint on both legs, and a number of giant metal spheres roll through a wide cell. The forged flesh has been tortured or scratched, and blood is seeping through it. But the slight movement showed that he was alive.

No, I'm probably working on my powers. Manipulating blessings requires a high degree of concentration. If you are physically weak, it is even worse. A slight look lifted up, and his frivolous eyes captured me. I could clearly see the flames of war smoking in the back of my eyes. [M]

Unexpectedly retreats, his eyes open and he speaks up. The voice I made was trembling with agitation.

"Oh... you're a man"

"Huh? Yes. A man, I suppose."

Monica gives a strange voice. I didn't ask, I didn't ask.

I don't want to suck a man's blood. It's not that you can't smoke, it's that you never want to. Then if death approaches, you have no choice but to suck, but it is a last resort.

Maybe a vampire would know what it's like. If you're going to lick the splash of blood, you still have to be heterosexual to bite the neck muscle. And it would be better if the other child had a favor. I'm sure it has something to do with my previous feeling that vampire appetite and lust are integrated.

It was a formidable young man who was connected to the prison. The abundant dark hair stood upside down and the forged flesh was filled with functional beauty that was useless as if it were an excellent statue. His face is neat and full of life energy. But it's a man.

If I were a female vampire, I'd be happy to go suck blood, but I'm a man. This is a loss of help, even if you did. And if I have no merit, I am so terrified of the Knight of the End that I do not want to help.

I feel like turning back on my heels right now to see a qualitative girl who looks delicious from another cell.

I thought it was a girl because Monica was going out of her way to tell me, but it's too much shoulder watermark.

"I was fooled... it's terrible"

"!? Yes, no, deceive me, etc. - Oh, anger, calm down, Master End"

I was hoping because I'm the same ending knight...... I thought you were as cute a girl as Cenli, but that was unlikely given the ending knight ratio, but this trick isn't much.

Monica is overly frightened. But the Demon King Reinell army sucks. I knew I only had a centipede. [M]

Now, how do I get the most comfortable blood from the centimeter? I decided to look at the beastly knight and think seriously.