Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

At first it was just one odd lion.

The first landscape to be remembered is the other lifeless spiritual peak and the roaring self at its top.

The mighty dragon blood flowing through him made Reinell 'lonely'.

When I was tempted, there was no one around except for the bait. It was not until some time later that I learned that the Lion Warcraft was inherently a herd making being.

It was one demon king who entered Reinell's territory that triggered it.

Perhaps he was the nearest weakest of demon kings. Reinell bit down that demon king who invaded his territory and tried to destroy Reinell.

And he became a new demon king. A demon king is someone who heads something different. Demons without power gather under the powerful.

What we need is overwhelming power. It was half instinct for Reinell, who was born and king, to create a herd, and only when did Reinell the Demon King become a major force.

Now that it's a great place, we can't just keep the herd alive by defending our territory.

The herd is already huge enough that Reinell can't be seen alone. We have to make a country next. The attack on the fortified city of Lomburg is a stepping stone.

But more than that, Reinell wanted to fight the strong.

Dragons are a species that will be mighty enough to live longer. Reinell, who draws that blood, is also becoming more and more powerful as he gets older.

I haven't had a full battle in a long time. When was the last time you fought a bloody battle? Powerful phantom beast, when you bram down to cannibalism, or when you're relative to Oliver? But even then, Reinell was not seriously injured.

How long has there been no challenger even? The End Knight, who was in Lomburg, couldn't even reach Reinell's place.

As it is, your soul rots even with more power.

That vampire (vampire) hasn't been good in a long time. Excellent. I put down greedy cannibals for victory at number two. Power, will, and even superior growth.

And those bloody eyes - those eyes are the same things that the mighty enemy once directed at Lionel. I'm still weaker than Reinell now. But not far away, that man definitely comes to Lynel's challenge.

The Demon King, who places the undead under his command, says the End Knight will target him. But that's good, too.

Reinell is king. He is the apex of the devil. Then you must take every challenge with pride in its power.

With End Baron, it won't take long to attack Lomburg. More forces and more powerful enemies, a human flock, and other demon kings will challenge Reinell. Just think so, bloody meat leaps. The fighting instincts that were about to rot are stimulated.

The time had come. The dimensions of the supply path failed, but more than that was obtained. Stagnation is not tolerated by the army of Demon King Reinell.

Crush Lomburg even tomorrow. Destroy that intrusive wall, ravage the city, and move ahead.

Boneless castle present in the middle belly of the mountain. In its deepest depths, suppressing the costly emotions in the cold night air, the shadow appeared in a way that was disputed by the darkness.

There were no signs. Smells, sounds, nothing. Reinell roars small to a small figure woven in a crimson coat.

The shadow was a guest. You look human, but not human.

The smell of choking blood shoved at Lionel. The skin is morbidly white and free of any vitality. Your hair is red as blood and glossy as if it were wet.

A neutral face. Reinell could not determine age or gender from a person's face, but she smelled like a woman. The smell of a corpse is hidden in the smell of strong blood.

A vampire is - maybe that's what it is.

The woman was a messenger from another demon king. He is a family member of the King of Piles, a particularly powerful and well-known force among a few demon kings.

The kings' forces consist of the abominable undead.

I'm not in a cooperative relationship with Demon King Reinell, but I'm not in a hostile relationship either. The king's territory is far apart.

Families were sent to join hands with inspections of the situation, in some cases.

A woman opens her lips small. The voice of the female vampire, who had always been untouched since coming under the Rhinel army, was now slightly but trembling.

"Definitely... a vampire... and a true ancestor of a vampire, True Vampire. I still can't believe that anyone who doesn't belong to any force existed..."

"There will be as much under your king, Sable"

Reinell wasn't the only one who was watching a duel with cannibals.

Those who were not even interested in the powerful phantom beast, Manticore, are now so excited to tremble. The original came to confirm the werewolves made by some vampires - Oliver - but the purpose doesn't seem to be on my mind anymore.

"Lord Reinell, let us cede a part of our army. A army of fourth-ranked werewolves, ten men, and fifth- and sixth-ranked werewolves, two hundred men, loyal to the king."

"What's the price?

I already knew the answer, but when I came, I leaked a small voice, and Reinell asks.

The vampire named Sable responded instantly. Its eyes shine quietly.

"Instead... I'll have that vampire"

Reinell woke up slightly. The tip of a sharp holy silver nail scrapes the floor.

Indeed, werewolves are powerful. Powerful and small in number. If there were as many as two hundred troops that could be transformed into humans, it would be easy to attack Lomburg and so on.

But we can't talk about it. I don't intend to negotiate more. I did not allow you to enter Reinell's territory to give away those you liked.

I stare down at a much smaller shadow compared to myself.

"I can lose it. Before my nails pierce that body."

"Huh... there's an unusual beast flair"

At the same time Sable struck his tongue, Reinell shook down its forefoot. The weakness of the vampire who made it made it special - the silver hook claw shreds its body from the diagonal and wears the castle floor as it is shortly as it dodges. The whole castle trembles at the power of the lion that draws the dragon's blood.

But I don't have any response. Sure enough, the sable that should have been torn was a few meters away, near the window. There is no scratch on that coat or on the skinny body.

Vampire powers are unknown to the bottom. I got Reinell's eye light and there was no change in Sable's complexion. I guess there's no blood passing through that body at all, while it wraps around that intense smell of blood.

You'll regret reneging on the negotiations.

"... let me try"

Sable's expression is severely distorted. At about the same time, its body could play.

In the darkness, leaks the roar of Kiki, and countless bats fly away. The herd, dense enough to hit each other, went out the window as if competing. Later there is nothing left.

"It's a clever force. Sooner or later, he'll cut me a thousand."

You can chase him, but his opponent doesn't have the temper to fight Reinell thoroughly. You'll just keep running after him. That's a good point to be interested in.

I don't have time for one vampire on the outside right now.

Standing up, Reinell, the Demon King, raised a high roar.

The air trembles, the castle trembles, and spreads to all the armies that have built their base on mountain skin. The growl returns to answer my voice.

Come on, the time has come. Grind your nails and brush your teeth. Show the men their martial arts at the hand of the King of Piles, who came to inspect the Reinell army.

§ § §

It was easy to get lost in the dark. Nobody sees me, nobody sees me.

The power of "latent shadow" apparently not only erases the sound and smell, but also has a visual concealment effect. If you pour more blood into it, you can deceive the sharp five senses of the Warcraft and move like a shadow. It's not something that can last long, but, well, it's not a problem for now.

It was hot in my head. I feel my fighting instincts are high. Did you drink too much blood, or is it because you've been stressed lately?

I wish it was just a matter of mood, but I had to avoid myself being sucked off by vampires. That's fine during the fight, but when it's all over, we have to go back to normal.

There was no one in the Demon King's Army who could defeat me. A lot of numbers, but that doesn't mean a lot to vampires.

After all, it's about cannibalizing with Reinell, the demon king. Capably, Oliver seems handy, but he is as unstable as he is likely to fall back here depending on what he does. I don't need it though.

The problem is Reinell. His physical is probably stronger than Albatross and besides, I've never seen him fight, so I can't see the bottom.

We need help to kill that lion dragon. Just the power to pierce and scratch that fur.

The cannibal house was near the castle, in a mountain-skinned cave. Two ghost tribe watchers with a troublesome look on their disguised big tree doors.

The door was clearly made of piercing. There are a lot of gaps just by matching the appropriate wooden plates, and it doesn't make sense as a door. I smelled strong vigilance from the air leaking out of the gap.

The door is clearly my countermeasure. [M] Vampires cannot enter a person's house unless invited. I'm sure the cannibals couldn't satisfy their conditions as a home just because of the caves they always sleep in, and they rushed to close the door. And the prospect is successful. My instincts whisper that I shouldn't go into that house.

After all, he - the Demon King would have called him Hebram - is an impenetrable beast.

I probably don't usually wear watches either. There was an obvious dissatisfaction with the expression of the ghost tribe.

That's something you hated a lot... if you think I'm going to ambush you with revenge.

When I dived into the shadow of a tree and licked my lips, I decided to work out a plan for how I should request your help.