Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

"Curse Flame" is a terrible ability.

It was as if it was eroded not only by the flesh, but even by the soul. My vision is blinded by constant pain and fever.

Still, the black flame remains to burn a piece of my epidermis, a millimeter of meat. The skin regenerates from the burned side and continues to burn forever as long as the power of blood continues.

The power of blood is wonderful. That manipulation seems to be what we can call the essence of vampires.

The idea was given to me by the power of the End Knight. Cenri boosts her physical abilities by spreading blessings around her body. What I do is similar to that.

It's painful to be exposed to never-ending pain... but it's a very nostalgic feeling. But I'm not dying this time. I'm not dying. As long as I kill Reinell, I can concentrate my strength, undo the Curse Flame, and get back to normal.

Final showdown. I can't want Dell's help anymore. Get out your burning legs and move one step forward. At this moment, all I knew was Reinell the Demon King and myself.

Reinell the Demon King was, at first glance, intact. Sharp silver hook claws on hyenas wrapped in golden phosphorescence. However, I found that the power of the undead was much lower than earlier. Probably due to the earlier ultra-high energy injection - The Dragon Breath (Dragon Breath).

If I hadn't put in the cross spear along the way, Dell would have definitely disappeared. [M] But still, temporarily speaking, Dell, who resisted that energy, was a hero.

I didn't have much time. My head still stings and hurts while I'm doing this.

I use the power of blood for regeneration to combat "Curse Flame". It should hold for a while, but the power is not infinite. I should have sucked more blood from Monica.

Reinell narrows his eyes and stares at me in a cursed flame.

"Ugh... the power is -" The Curse Flame, "huh? Hebram betrayed you?

"Yeah, you think?

"What a murderous intent... you monster"

Hot. But no bones, no meat on fire. So I can stand.

Re-establish the thought of being eroded by pain. Concentrate on thinking. Reinell 'resisted' me from the top. I resisted until I stopped attacking Dell. This means that with this much fire, the "Curse Flame" will go to Reinell enough.

The black flame did scorch that fur. Damaged. But it didn't work out as a one-shot special like Selzard did.

Reinell has carefully identified my movements. [M] Only the Holy Silver Hook Claw, which can be a special blow, must be avoided. There is also a reach.

Turn your right arm sword around the flame.

Kill. Kill. Kill thoroughly. Think about that now. I can't afford to think of anything else before the dreaded king in front of me.

"The monster... it's you!!

Look for a winning chance. Reinell's voice is blurred. "The Dragon's Breath" burned his own throat.

Just touching it didn't bring it down. To the cannibal who was manipulating the perfect "Curse Flame". That was what Bram had predicted at a time when he couldn't beat Reinell. The opponent has already experienced "Curse Flame".

Tear flesh with a sword. That could do damage from the wound with flames. I might be able to burn it out of my body.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Roaring and deluding fever and pain. Reinell growls too, but he breaks through with only his qi.

Silver hook claws come down from the top. Avoid it by suddenly stopping while destroying the ankle. Calm down, calm down. At the moment I told myself, the nose of the twisted linel blew my body away.

He gets slammed against the wall, flesh bounces on the impact. Bones break.

Understand again. The size of the body is power. You must have touched the flames, but Reinell won't stop. I'm going to set up a ramp.

It was a terrible fighting spirit that I didn't think I'd ever reigned as king. After all, demonic kings and human kings are different.

I was desperate. Forget the pain, throw your body down, and the wall I was poking at splashes with silver claws.

Reinell did everything he could. I don't think he was trying to take advantage of me until earlier.

But I took it downstairs. I have Reinell's belly in front of me.

Blood flowing out of my head enters my eyes. Towards his belly, he unleashed a thrust with the momentum of a thousand cuts in his arm.

The sword created by "Pointed Claws" is also part of my flesh. A dull shock came through.

Heavy, hard, but flexible. Is this - the skin of a dragon used for every hero's weapon?

Reinell didn't choose to squash. Take a blow or no, jump out of that giant at a rate you can't imagine.

Scold your body and stand up.

Look down at your right arm. There was a blade of bone in it. The shock does not go away, although the shock disappears quickly.

Pierce... Didn't. I attacked my completely defenseless belly, but it was as if there was no damage.

Later. Sensibly it should be a little later, but the blade of the bone was inhibited by Reinell's fur.

Hair. Hair is too sturdy. The first thing I scratched was my forefoot. And there's no hair growing on the flat front leg of Reinell.

Meatballs. The only thing I can barely hurt is meatballs. Maybe I took my first shot there because that was Reinell's weakness, so it is. The sword was wrapped around the flames, but it still didn't make sense.

Reinell plays rubble without a single footstep, and he's in position to fly over here. The fur is still golden.

"Terrible power... this is the undead, or... terrible foe"

Reinell probably left because he could have been pierced in the stomach if he had made the choice to squash it. The difference is a little later.

But it doesn't bury. I can't think of the art of burying it. The opponent is wary of it, even as he exploits the momentum of Reinell's attacks as he did in the beginning.

My hands are shaking. Run away once...? No, Dell will die if I run, and Reinell won't let me go in the first place.

I had an instinct. If you think about running away - you lose. Turn this whole fever into a fighting spirit.

I glanced at Reinell, the demon king who had not yet broken the king's throne, and I was forced to smile.

"... if you want to run, I won't chase you?

"... come on... do me a favor. You coward, you can't be king!

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Impact passes through the body. My vision shakes violently. I don't know how many times I've rolled down the floor already. Monica's blood-sucking and replenishing power diminishes within sight. The perceptual abilities enhanced by remembering the manipulation of blood forces clearly captured the countdown to the end.

Not that they don't have wear and tear, but they're too stubborn.

I don't have enough power. I don't have enough pure muscle strength. I felt it in the Battle of Albatross, but it must have gotten a lot stronger since then. Does that mean the world is wide?

Move your body to avoid the onslaught. It was no longer close to instinct. The target is a monster, but my soul has not yet lost its fighting spirit.

Power. Not enough power. Dell was rolling in the corner. Apparently, he's completely exhausted his powers, and there's no sign that some time has just come back to life. Would it have come back to life if this had been a centipede? Such pointless thoughts cross the back of my brain.

Only Dell's eyes were just tightly open.

Blood. We need to replenish the blood.

"I still don't know if you're the best of all the mighty enemies I've ever fought!

Reinell barks. The voice was appallingly glorified with feelings close to joy.

As I first thought, do we attack from within? But I don't know what would have happened if this had been cannibalism... but Reinell wouldn't be stupid enough to eat me on fire.

The blade, the flame is bounced on the fur. Try to twist your body and manage to absorb the attack, but the impact has accumulated.

I don't know how you won when you were in Albatross - yes. I breathed blood. I sucked blood and took off the crisis.

But this time things are different. There was a gap in Albatos. Cursed by vampires, she had only a little fear of vampires left. Reinell doesn't have it.

And in the first place, Reinell's power - not by curse. You can't take it away from Curse Steel. Even if I managed to suck blood, the blood of the beast would hardly lift my strength. It just kills me.

Lords don't come out only at times like this. Damn, it's too useful.

My left arm is shallowly damaged by a silver hook claw that has been washed away. A sharp pain beyond the pain of "Curse Flame" rushes through his arm, cutting his arm off his shoulder at once.

The damage you take with your nails takes time to heal. This is the only way. A new arm grows quickly, but the force is less drained.

Fast. Heavy. Reinell's movements do not slow down, as if he were not a creature.

The earliest ruins were the same among kings. This is where Reinell deserves it now.

Nothing nearby is likely to be a weapon. There are no terrain that seems to be available. I can't find any good materials.

No, on the contrary - Reinell's power was even recovering. The energy drained earlier in "The Breath of the Dragon" is being filled again.

You don't have anything... I need something that can crack this situation open. Rotate your head desperately.

I don't want to suck Dell's blood, and I won't greatly recover my strength where I did.

My throat is dry. Reinell is too cautious. I'm getting used to this move. If you save your strength, you will be burned to the Breath of the Dragon. I can't handle that. [M]

Power. Not enough power. Vampire arm strength is not enough. Necessary. The power to cut and tear Reinell's fur.

I only cared too much about the hook nails. The impact of that giant wall-like body hitting the body bounces off the body, causing the flesh to split apart.

I can no longer afford to be passive. My head was hit hard on the floor and my vision shivered violently.

And that's when I realized there was only one hand I hadn't tried yet.

"!!.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Maybe because of the blow to the head. I have to thank Reinell. I get a little crazy, my voice leaks.

Reinell, who flirted with me like a storm, didn't come after me. Hands on, stand up.

The flames that erode the body are not yet extinguished. It's a nasty flame you can't burn Rhinel. It's troublesome to be an enemy or an ally.

I didn't need the earliest words. All we needed was the will to fight and the will to kill.

So it's not a conversation. This is a ritual to be prepared for.

Declare to Reinell. There was a cold voice that I didn't think belonged to me.

"I will kill anyone who tries to kill me."

Inject the blood force.

And - I've changed.

The arms grow and develop. Sharply grown hook claws scrape and sharpen the stone floor. The flames were not extinguished, but a faint fever stronger than that dwelt in the center of the body.

Higher vision. Crawl on all fours. I feel strange cold behind my head. The horizons change and instead the sense of smell tells the world.

Reinell was just staring at me and looking at me.

There was a noise from the spots and from inside the body. Growth did not stop.

The power of blood. The power of blood grows the curse. The body is heavy. My front leg, which I saw on the ground, was amazingly huge, and - black enough to be sure even if I saw it over The Curse Flame.

Reminds me of a once relative monster. But I wasn't impressed.

The heat you feel in your body is not comparable to when you're a vampire. It's not a white dog. I was a dog monster now.

Got it. Here it is. This is the world Albatos was looking at, the killing intent he had.

Breathing is hot. I hear a noise.

"Ah...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Is that what... is true..."

Strength increases. I am about to give up my thoughts to destructive impulses and a sense of almighty.

But you can't beat this demon king without thinking. That slight judgment and reason connect me to a human being.

Holy silver hook claws are glowing. Now my flesh is as big as Reinell's, but that means my aim has grown.

The hook claw grown on the front leg was black and sharp, painting a distorted arc. Definitely a function to kill. This is a sign of intent to kill.

With these claws, with power, I'm sure I can rip Rhinell's flesh. But Reinell would have understood that, too. We should dodge it.

I wasn't going to stay that way for long. The power of blood will surely be there in a few minutes. I don't know what will happen if the source of the vampire curse is depleted as it is.

"Take it, won't you?

Reinell is saving his strength. The trump card, the power of The Breath of the Dragon.

Decide with one blow. I can put all my strength into the next hit. I won't leave room. The next time you fail, you die. Die. So, kill him.

And I kicked the floor with my instincts.

The floor fell in one kick. It gives a tremendous speed. Reinell grinned at the moment of my death.

Reinell jumps at me. He is not afraid to attack me before my death strike. [M]

Holy silver hook claws lit half the moon and glowed dull.

It's impossible to take it. I knew it from the beginning. I don't evade either.

The hook claw moves slightly dull on me as I push forward. It's upsetting. You thought I'd take evasive action.

Hook claws ripped off directly beside each other shallow the base of the front leg, causing intense pain. But my movements don't slow down.

I guess I didn't aim for my throat or head because I thought I'd dodge it. I was ready to be attacked. You just have to leave one arm.

Now it's our turn. For the first time a strong upset rushes into Reinell's eyes. Shake your right front leg wide.

Unlike the Holy Silver Hooknail, the black Hooknail was distorted and woefully inhaling the light.

The goal is - steeple. Neck.

"Huh!"

A moment was felt every second and every minute. A black hook claw is plugged into the golden fur. Heavy sensations come from the nails.

I put all my efforts into it. Hooknails bury at the neck. I hear a bump. Reinell's giant trembles.

But I opened my eyes.

- Shallow.

Instinctively I figured it out. You can't kill Reinell with this. Difference in combat experience in the body of a beast. The wrapped "Curse Flame" is barely passed on either.

Reinell shouldn't have the ability to regenerate as well as the undead, but his opponents draw dragon blood. This one is also injured. Once you leave, you can't afford the next shot.

It meets Reinell's golden eyes at close range. I was selfless obsessed. Breathe heavily. I tremble hot in my lungs. Reinell's eyes are opened.

And I spewed a cursed flame towards Reinell.

Vision stains black. The pitch-black flames were much more intense than they were when I was human, and in an instant they encircled Reinell's giant.