Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The ability of "Dark Stalker", "The Latent Shadow" dyes the flesh black and conceals all signs.

Even though the signs of undead are modest compared to those of the living, I use my abilities to my own astonishingly thin signs.

The "latent shadow" is a very fuel-efficient ability. Maybe it's less fuel efficient than the 'Curse Flame' you took from a cannibal.

Even I, who have considerable power as a lower vampire, can only activate for a short time, and it is quite suspicious that I will be able to activate it at all times in the future.

But if we put more excessive blood into that fuel-efficient ability - I can be a complete 'shadow'.

The amount of force required is probably enormous enough to be completely unfulfilled by The Dark Rover. But this ability is very suitable for assassination.

Even I, as a vampire, have a feeling far beyond human beings, probably won't notice if I'm attacked with this ability.

It is also convincing that True Ancestors "True Vampires", who took over their pre-mutation abilities, are feared.

Cenri's perceived undead was a castle built on a chopped cliff - solidified just below it.

Dressed in a black costume, the signs are faint as if assimilated to darkness, but my eyes cannot be deluded.

Approaching from under the wind. There are rare signs of centipede following from behind if they are using any abilities. The undead are inherently sensitive to the signs of the living, but you won't have to worry about being noticed with this.

The clustered group made little noise, but felt an irresistible negative force.

This is - sympathetic. I know my kind. [M] Maybe I feel the same thing the End Knight uses to find the undead.

Probably a skeleton. But I was calm. The number of opponents is high, but given the magnitude of the power you feel, it can't be a threat.

The first relative lords and the Knights of the End had powers that could not be helped. I was just lucky enough to beat the next relative Albatos, and Reinell was a threat worthy of being called the Demon King.

Compared to that, the population is far inferior. It is also a good idea to compare. Maybe below the elephant we fought in the Reinell army.

It's something I couldn't deal with at the same time when I was under the load, but when was the difference made so far?

Of course, it's not that they're weak and bad. Turn around and stand your index finger in front of your mouth in front of the centipede.

My ability to feel the other person's negative power means that the other person can feel my negative power as well.

Now they haven't noticed because they're controlling the power of blood to contain the signs, but face to face, they'll know who I am.

The undead are hostile to the living, but I might be able to have a conversation. Of course, it's an absolute condition that the other person can solve the language, but it's worth a try because it won't be that hard if you just kill them.

You guessed what I was going to say, Cenri frowned and backed off. It's heartfelt.

When I dared to make a noise, I walked in front of the skeletons as I let go of the signs.

A group of people hiding themselves in a black coat gives their heads up. As expected, the group was skeletons.

Hard sound of bones rubbing against each other. There is a creepy red light in the back of the dizzy orbit.

The most commonly occurring undead are rotters (zombies), and the next point is evil spirits (leis). They have high outgoing hurdles because bone people have to have more than a certain amount of bone left to naturally occur.

All the group of bone men were protecting their bodies with black leather armor. It's called being able to take collective action, obviously not naturally occurring.

Well, how do I communicate? I've had experience interacting with bone men at Lord's, but they were completely ignored there. On second thought, I'm not very good at communicating.

I didn't know what to say for now, so I give you my right hand while messing with my sunglasses.

"Hey, nice night. Skeleton. What are you doing?

…………

The bone men didn't attack. He's just looking at each other and chewing his teeth off at the calf.

Bones are undead, too. I'm jealous of the living. I guess the reason you're not attacking me is because you think I'm one of a kind. I mean, you could say I was right about the prospect.

Observe with a grin. Ten skeletons in all, each carrying a weapon, plus a leader.

A boner with black bones all over his body. Black Bone, the result of a hierarchical mutation in bone people.

According to my undead knowledge, bone men are hard to accumulate negative forces because they have no skin. Mutations are expected to be quite formidable enemies.

Confirm the weapon of a nearby boner. What most boners had was a boneless blunt sword.

The blade crossing is huge, but it is not made of silver, so it is not a major obstacle. Only the leader has the long stuff, but that's not silver either.

There must be some intelligence in the fact that there are grade mutated species.

"Same dead people, I'm one of them."

When I treat you friendly, the leading boner nods loudly and clears the way. Apparently, you're gonna keep me company.

Until now, he has been abhorred by other than Cenri and his father, but apparently the dead will be nice to him. The boner Lord had (by the way, I named him Jack) was heartless, but possibly resembled the surgeon.

Into the enclosure of the spiritual and bone people. I feel indescribable familiarity from that darkened orbit.

- And I took the sword that was swung down from behind, rotating my body.

"I'm sorry, I need you to give me a break for breaking my clothes"

I didn't bring a spare. If they break my clothes, Cenri will ask me to baron again.

The bone men make noises as they tease at the same time. Creepy sight, but there was no fear.

No use. I'm not alert. No smell or sound, I feel the movement of the wind. I can't afford a similar ambush forever.

The skeletons wave the blades down simultaneously. I lowered myself and squeezed away the white, smooth, sturdy femur in front of me.

Hard response. A boner is made of human bone, but its strength is much higher than it should be. However, the thick blade of "light eater" cuts it off easily. Shake off the blade as it is and get out of the collapsed enclosure.

In response, I frowned. [M]

"This weapon... is it to slaughter the dead..."

Speaking of which, this was the first time I had killed a dead man with this weapon, except for Lord's ghost.

The feeling I had conveyed to my hands was clearly different from when I slashed the living demon.

The thick blade that cut off the boner had a wet glow. Originally a heavy one, but so brilliant, would there have been?

Apparently, Lord was going to fight your people. I hadn't shown that bare at all in my life, but I'm a real eater.

The twists and bones draw a circle around me. The footwork showed skilled skill, but his abilities as an individual did not seem to be as good as Jack's manipulation of the load. The types are the same, so I guess the quality of the material is different.

"That's self-defense. Let's discuss it."

Talk to the big Black Bone around the corner.

What was in that hand was a weapon called an axe spear. Cut it, poke it, poke it, poke it, poke it, poke it, poke it, poke it. It's hard to handle, but he says it boasts unparalleled strength in melee combat in open places, in human-to-human combat.

Heavy things are supposed to be weak, but this time it's like they're undead, so it's not that weak. It appears to be made of metal up to the pattern, but it is lifted lightly.

A pitch-black boner steps in. A blade with enough force comes down at a whirlwind-like speed.

Strong. Proficient. I dodged the blow too far back.

A blade imitating an axe shallows the ground and soil scatters. Only the sound of slashing the wind echoes in the moonless night sky.

The blow is sharp and smooth. At least I'm not just a soldier. If you were human, you could call yourself a warring soldier.

But unfortunately, I'm not human, and neither is the black bone.

That serial strike was a permitted move only for fierce warriors, but it was too brittle to be used in battle between monsters.

I watched the flowing storm completely with my eyes. Forced to plug a blow from the diagonal using gravity and centrifugal force into the light eater.

A tall metal sound sounds. Axe spears are bounced heavily. If I were a human, I wouldn't be able to take that blow properly. That blow was nothing to me from the lower vampire Lesser Vampire.

The opponents I've fought before were enormous. Size is strength. The pitch-black boner is bigger than me, but he didn't have enough muscle, and he weighs too light.

Grab an axe spear with your left hand that arcs and hits you loudly with the momentum that has been bounced.

A shock rushes all over his body, his foot only slightly stifling. But that's all. That alone stopped the series of attacks. I don't have any itching. [M] I haven't had one scratch, so I've hardly used the power of blood either.

Force and take away the axe spear. The power of the black bone was strong, but my arm strength was higher.

I'm stronger too. [M] The black bones that took away my weapon rushed into me without hesitation, thinking about it with smudge.

It was totally unexpected. It was a knife with a slightly longer blade that was gripped by the hips to see where it had been removed from. But it's not just a knife.

The brilliance was silver. The momentum didn't look at itself. He trampled the ground and was intent on killing the attack, which he did not consider to be a very bony man.

- I "gently" ripped the ambush off with the pattern of the axe spear I took away.

The sound of bone crushing. A black bone bigger than me (Black Bourne) blows lightly and pierces the cliff. A silver knife rolls down the ground.

"Don't think the ambush will come through again and again. I'm learning, too."

How strong I am, they will soon try to burn, slash and pierce me in an ambush. It's not like I've been deprived of my clothes many times.

It's like a centipede trick that can get me off guard right now.

The surrounding bone men suffer the defeat of their leaders and scatter in unison. Apparently, he's not willing to take revenge. I picked up a rolling stone at my feet and threw it toward the whole fleeing bone group.

The large stone of the cobbler flies in a straight line, crushing the skulls of the bone people. A boner dances the universe wide and falls to the ground. I've never practiced throwing or anything, but apparently vampire athleticism is generally excellent.

He rushes out as he is, ripping out the escaped bone man in turn with light eating. I have faster legs, and I can detect signs. It's no longer a task to get here. I haven't reached my goal at all, but, well, it wasn't the kind of atmosphere I could negotiate and I had to.

I just killed them all firmly, and the centipede comes out.

It's not been long enough since the fighting. Besides, I didn't have to break my clothes. How was my battle?

Excitedly awaiting evaluation, Cenri said to me with a chilling glance.

"End, the undead reaction that went inside the castle disappeared. The reaction of the undead around them is simultaneously heading towards the castle. Something's happened... you better hurry"