Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Feel the ground all over you. Cold temperatures are transmitted. Lie down on your face and shake your body slightly.

My head was a mess. Desperately remain calm in the black emotions that wiggle your brain like turbulence.

"Come on, what's up? It's over, vampire."

Don't move a thing, lay down like you're dead.

There is no strength in the body - it is not. I still have my powers. There's just a physical lack of flesh.

Not yet, I haven't lost. I can survive.

It excites the mind to screw up. Find the winner.

Originally, the poison doesn't work on the undead's flesh. Neither the paralysis poison, nor the hypnotic poison, nor the dramatic poison that can kill an organism with a drop. Cannibalized. I guess that's more like physically dissolving an object, like digestive fluid or acid, than poison in one way or another.

The needled arm instantly lost its pain and disappeared. Perhaps its toxicity is quite strong.

It is a terrible magic to make. If you have enough power to melt iron chunks, it would be useless to defend them with armor helmets. Totally first-time shooter. Would you have responded to this if it had been a centipede?

An attack from a distance would be best if it were to be defeated. It's a means I don't have.

The pain was already out of consciousness.

If I meditated on my eyes, I could see that the strange poison was currently eroding my flesh in a progressive fashion.

Little by little, the meat is melted.

To this day, I have been lacking flesh and blood. The best is the first array that only left my neck, but I was used to the feeling of my body regenerating.

The ability of vampires to regenerate - the damage caused by poison - is' just a little 'exceeded.

The place was quiet. The voice of 'Cannibalism' echoes.

"What a pity to defeat a ghost of this magnitude that could also be under the command of Demon King Reinell..."

The voice was not a reprimand. The voice was making fun of all the beings who lost to me.

I ignored them and concentrated more deeply.

Power was swirling in my body. It's the power I gained by having Cenri divide my blood.

Feeling the power, think. The cannibal is screaming something, but it's not in my ear anymore.

It's something I've always felt thin about, but there are probably two kinds of vampire powers.

Negative forces accumulated by killing organisms and gained by inhaling blood.

The former is the power upon which I am based. It is by that power that I was able to live and grow even when the power of blood was depleted and my neck was the only one, perhaps the foundation of my physical ability and ability to survive.

Cenri used to say that vampires who were drunk by a vampire impulse would rip themselves out of the heart and die, but it is because of this power that they still boast enough physical ability to rip the heart out without having to drink blood. And negative forces basically don't wear off.

And then what is the power of the latter?

The power to suck blood and get it - for convenience, I call it the power of blood, but that power, if I imagine correctly, is the power to demonstrate my ability as a vampire.

My strength is greatly enhanced by the power of blood. The moment I inhale Cenri's blood, I can exert a tremendous amount of power, probably because of the ability of blood to boost my physical abilities, and I have the feeling that I use my powers when I use "sharp claws", "sharp fangs", and "latent shadows".

And most importantly - perhaps the ability to regenerate is also due to the power of blood.

When I was solar-tested, my regenerative abilities weren't working. Until Cenri gave me blood, I stayed on my neck alone.

That must have been because Nevila drained me of the power of my blood. No, it must be solar punishment to deplete the power of blood and expose it to sunlight.

What matters here - unlike negative forces, the power of blood is something you can probably control.

"I can't move one thing, can I? I don't think it helps the ex-human, Master Reinell. Instead... I'll give you the guidance."

The ground rocks. Footsteps approach. Cannibalism is alarming right now.

I didn't move like a corpse - to buy me a little time.

Now that my flesh is defective, I can see that the power of blood around my whole body is concentrated in my wound.

Usually in an instant, the wound heals, so the movement of the force that was difficult to understand is revealed by the healing power and the damage of the poison being antagonized (rather than lost).

'Cannibalism' is approaching, probably because I'm not gone yet. Originally, if you get poisoned, it should dissolve in various places, but it hasn't dissolved yet.

Extremely slight, but there was a mix of smells of fear in the strong beast odor of 'cannibalism'. There is a fright inside of it, boasting of its martial arts around it.

That's when I realized.

'Cannibalism' is probably as cowardly as I am.

So I ambushed him. So I hustled my power all around me. So he's trying to stab me in the face, scared of retaliation while keeping me so overwhelmed.

When I think about it, I feel strong sympathy. But I won't let you.

I already knew how to control the force. I've been using that power unconsciously. [M]

Just use it with a little awareness. There is no reason to fail.

In the procedure when using "pointy nails" or "latent shadows" - concentrate the power of blood around the whole body on the wound.

A chill broke through my whole body. Perhaps it is the harm caused by the weakening of the forces that usually filled the whole body.

But instead, the wound trembles hot.

I put my arm on and stood up.

This is - what Cenri couldn't teach me, how to fight vampires.

The molten flesh had already fully healed. The large holes that had been drilled until earlier, the hands, feet and jaws that had been completely lost, are back as if the damage earlier had been a lie.

The ability to regenerate, enhanced by the power of blood, completely surpassed the poison erosion.

The surroundings that were quiet boil down. Cannibal footsteps stop.

The sky is unconscious. The moon is not out. The power of blood had been greatly diminished, but there was no fear, because it greatly divided the power of regeneration.

I got chilly. But there's a stronger intention to kill than that swirling through my brain.

Oh, I feel terrible. Stare at the cannibal.

I will kill you. I will kill this beast that threatens my survival while you remain calm.

"Damn... oh... Lord, he's not out yet, he's not..." Cannibal ""

"Huh..."

Yeah, those eyes - those red eyes that burn like flames, they look just like me.

Cannibalism backs off without saying anything. Its tail flexes like a big whip.

Oh, you will.

If the man who was certainly supposed to have killed suddenly got up with a man who melted his hands and feet and the bottom half of his face, even if he was more likely to be killed in pursuit, there would be no way out front. Even if I was in a cannibal position, I would.

In contrast, what I did was activate the Pointed Claw, not the attack.

"Huh... nothing more... unbelievable"

The great sword of steel, the cape of magic, I can't believe anything. Some of the surrounding audiences had weapons, but they weren't even willing to borrow them.

The only thing I can believe is my body.

Strength poured in, nails stretched like knives, pointy. As usual, it stretched about ten centimetres - and I put more effort into it.

When I mutated into "Ghoul," I tested this power.

Ten centimeters was the limit that I could stretch. The undead drawings also state that corpses and ghosts have the ability to stretch their nails like knives.

But I'm not a corpse ghost right now. He's a vampire, albeit a junior. The power that can be used is not the ratio it was then.

I felt like I hit a wall, but ignore it and concentrate my powers.

Pfft, something sounded cut.

My arms make a stinging noise. There was no pain. I felt itchy.

The border between the finger and the finger is gone, and the skin hardens white and stretches sharply. Cannibalism distorts its ugly face and leaves one step later.

A few seconds later, my right arm was turning into a sword. No, is it a spear rather than a sword?

It's about a meter long. White hardened objects are still far more vicious as they trail the changes they made when they were pointy claws. Is this... bone?

I was satisfied. It's a vampire bone, it must be harder than a steel sword.

I've drained a lot of my power, but I'm good at it at first.

Cannibalism growls. Countless poison needles fly from tails swinging down towards this one. I cut it off with the sword of my right hand that I had just made.

A hard noise sounds and the needle plays and pierces the ground. There is not one scratch on the newly acquired sword.

Is it the type of poison needle that wouldn't be injected if it wasn't pierced, or did you overcome its power by surpassing poison erosion? I'm just a little concerned, but, well, let's put it away now.

I'm not a narcissist, but I still have the best body.

"Oh, yeah. This is it, if it's this long, I can cut that cute little tail off. My fingers are gone... it's a little inconvenient."

Well, you can go back even if you're a dog, and I'm sure you can. Worst case scenario, you can cut off your arm.