Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

"Little..." The Living Dead! "

Roar as if cannibalism intimidates this one. Even if they play the poison needle, which is the trump card, their will is not shaken by fine dust.

No, it's not unwavering. I don't have him (?) I know exactly what you're thinking. You can't shake it.

In this Demon King's Army, the cowardly imitating 'Cannibal' was in charge of number two because it was strong.

'Cannibalism' is cowardly, but therefore cannot retreat. If we retreat here, his authority will be lost.

On the other hand, I can't afford it as much as I say.

But Reach turned his arm into a blade. I'm better up there, and I can only afford to play it for what it's capable of.

A cannibal steps on the ground and sets up a rampage.

Cannibalism is giant. Its strength is probably more than mine. It is difficult to accept a weight on the body. I even have sharp hook claws. Some tails can also be called third hands.

But the rush was lower than Albatross, who didn't care for any of his own damage.

Fall back and wave the blade of your hand. There is only one thick sharply pointed blade stretched on the extension line of the right arm, unlike the 'pointy nail', but very thick. I'm sure even sturdy manticore fur can pierce it.

Cannibalism looms. The eyes of the Red Lotus are rippled with hatred and slight fear. The thinly open mouth has sharp fangs that would easily chew off human bones and the like.

Bone blades and hook claws bump into each other in momentum. Heavy shocks are transmitted to the arms. The cannibal opened his mouth wide in front of him.

The next moment, the black flame that burned my body in the first shot blew into my sight. The curse flames lick the body. Cannibalism hides completely in a pitch-black flame reminiscent of darkness.

A growl that makes no sense rocks the world.

"Are you so afraid of me?"

- But at that time I was flying sideways.

The curse flame is also not damaged just by plundering the tip of the nose.

I lived long as a dog until the other day. [M] I can feel the weakness of a quadrupedal beast.

There was an unprotected cannibal torso in front of me.

Cannibalism is ineffective. And the horizons are also quite narrow compared to humans.

The ramp is powerful, but exposes a large gap if avoided. If we stepped into the momentum, we would have been able to make a turn, but that, we cannot do without acting with that intention.

Apparently, the cannibals didn't mean to crush me. No, maybe the curse flames are damaging themselves?

Jump in before they recognize you've been dodged. Cleverly, I kicked up the torso by kicking the tail and poison needle down from the top right with a firmly right-hand blade.

A few times as many cannibals as I do fly through the universe.

Feels like kicking hard stuff. Heavy impact from the toe runs up the spine. Feel the unobtrusive pleasure, but ignore it and kick the ground for more pursuit.

Both cannibal eyes caught me in the air. He has changed his posture dramatically and is preparing to land on the ground.

Sturdy. I'm better at regenerating, but my defenses are up for cannibalism. A concurrent warcraft isn't causing much damage to the kick that the flesh is supposed to burst. The skin, the flesh, the bones, everything is different.

But the damage is not zero. There has to be more steep ground than being an organism... the aim is the head. If your head is useless, it's your neck. If your neck doesn't work - I'll kill you till you die.

Aim to land. The force was heating up and running all over my body. My temperature must be hot as a human right now. [M]

The poison needle flies. Play the thick, long and widely scattered needle firmly with the sword of your right hand.

He's a one-pattern guy. If I were human, it might have worked, but if I had vampire vision, if I knew I was coming, I wouldn't miss playing.

That's right. As declared earlier, I'll cut your tail off first.

The moment I shook the blade wide with full force - my whole body inadvertently lost its strength.

That was too abrupt a change. Strength falls out of your hands and feet and hangs on heavily.

It was a feeling I had tasted. See the ground. At the same time, there was a shock running around all over his body as if he were being split apart.

My body flies wide through the universe, beating me hard from my head to the ground. My neck bones are broken. My gaze points in a strange direction. Cannibal voices echoed in the sky.

"Oh... did you think you could beat the Ten Thousand People who ate them in the minutes of the dead, once dead!

Damage is fine. But it's a nasty beast. Strong, smart, and cowardly, discreet.

You can't let it be relative to a centipede in case. I'm dying to kill more than I did earlier.

I already knew the suddenly powerless' tease '. Actually, I thought it might only be a little bit.

Something that came into my sight on the verge of being swept away. It was - water flowing slightly through the ground.

Vampires can't cross over running water. On the flowing water, the power is lost and the ability of every vampire is nullified.

The neck had already regenerated. Stand up and turn your right arm back into a blade again.

"Not yet... not yet, are you going to fight? I'm so stupid that I don't know the difference in strength... poor dead man."

A place to cannibalize.

Around there, the ground sparkled. It's very hard to see in the dark in very small amounts, but it's running water. Little by little, it's spread widely.

It's magic. It creates water that flows magically. It would be easier than shaping and flying water into the shape of an arrow.

I thought someone would show up who would definitely come from when I felt weak, but, I see, it's an effective tactic against vampires.

Most of all... on a scale like this, it's only a burning blade.

This is the kind of time I wanted to learn magic. In the end, I didn't have an attribute, but that was enough. [M]

The cannibal waited for me to enter the territory. Don't hesitate to kick the ground while still casting an unfamiliar spell.

All I can use is the magic of life that Cenri wrote in the preliminary book of magic that she's been getting for me.

It's very unusable for an attack, serving just a little drinking water, creating a spark, drying wet objects... something that would make life just a little more convenient as its name suggests, but everything seems to be used.

You were alarmed, cannibalism eyes open. But it's too late.

Step through the kill zone without anything and shake the blade down at all costs. The cannibal floats his body slightly and defends him with his forefoot, but the long stretched bone blade devoured halfway through his leg without hitting the hook claw.

It conveys the feeling of cleaving hard objects.

The cannibals burst and flipped their bodies back down, but they were small on the ground, but they had a red and black blood buildup.

Shallow but hurt. Wave your sword wide and fly your blood.

What I used was one of the initial magic of life, the magic of "dry". It is inherently a magic used to dry wet laundry, etc.

The subject is himself. Infused with vast amounts of vampire magic and activated with extreme inefficiency, the magic instantly evaporated a small amount of water flowing at my feet. This was my first try in action but apparently it worked.

You might want to use it all the time during combat so you don't get the same kind of eyes from now on.

The fear in the cannibal expression had grown to such an extent that it could no longer be seen in the distance. Because you look like a real person, I know very well.

"Come on, do you still have a plan? You want to magically serve garlic next time?

When I smiled naturally, I jumped towards the cannibal. [M]

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Everyone was losing their word in a unilateral battle. Soon the battle was completely reversed.

Whatever the sexual roots of 'Cannibalism', its combat ability is worthy of Mirage Beast. Physical abilities, of course, have numerous powers of alienation, the forces of which, taken together, are comparable to those of one army.

But Manticore, known for his horrible monsters, is now completely pushed.

Sometimes a cursed flame that never disappears until the object burns out breaks through the front, and the right arm that changes into a blade shallowly carves the crimson body of the cannibal.

The appearance, which was always extremely arrogant, was now distorted by fear and despair. Cannibalism was a hater, but no one laughs at its unusual appearance.

The poison needle of a blow special did melt its body, cursed and the flame burned its flesh. Even the neck bone broke. But none of them were effective.

Oliver is shrinking that big body and shivering himself. But now Monica doesn't even care to be dissatisfied with it.

I should have just stabbed Todome. Cannibals should not have boasted of their power and pursued at the time they melted the body of the end.

The abilities Monica has been observing are not the same as the ones she has been showing at the end of the day. I don't know if that's what the end originally hid, or if it grew up in combat.

Cannibals are smart, but that's why when they exceed their expectations, they move slowly.

The needle doesn't hit me anymore and the flame doesn't come through. I can't even say that I am seriously injured, but I am injured there in my body. And unlike vampires, that wound doesn't heal quickly. There will no longer be a winner over cannibals.

But End's hands on the attack showed no sign of stopping.

Bloody eyes shine. He chops up his body as a delight, hunting down cannibals who hardly fight back. The attack was ridden with a strong desire to kill.

I thought it was a little different. I can't deny I was alarmed. But vampires... are worse than listening... monsters.

I shouldn't have hit the cannibal. Even if the fight against cannibalism was inevitable, we should have stretched it out as far as we could.

Cannibalism is an executive of the Reinell Army, one that must also be combatfully capable. You can't just get killed for something like this.

But at the end of the day, there was momentum that seemed to kill every person who went into the stop if they put it in.

Oliver, stop it.

"Shh... stupid, things... I stopped. I would've stopped it! They'll kill you... if you step in now, they'll kill you..."

Oliver probably shook his head sideways to the words he put out with prayerful thoughts. He's a useless man at times of need.

If this happens, Monica has to go in and stop herself. It was Monica who recommended this fight.

Be prepared and anticipate the timing. Monica's meat is soft, unlike cannibals, and not highly regenerative, unlike vampires. If you put it in there, it could kill you with a scroll before you stop it.

Finally, the cannibal flutters to his knees. End never boasts of his power, he just steps silently toward cannibalism and shakes his blade up loudly.

Right here!

As soon as Monica ran out and tried to raise her voice out loud, a voice accidentally came down from above.

"That's it. The battle was won. Both sides, hold your hands."

My heart beat out of place. Blinking stops in a majestic voice that is likely to lay flat with nature.

It stops perfectly with a swept down end blade slipping into the cannibal neck.

A black mass crosses the moonless dark sky for a moment.

Be one of the great demon kings, the strongest warrior in this army. Demon King Reinell. Monica lost too much leg power of relief in her king's appearance and entered the spot.