Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Hiccups and signs of coma approach. That was a hard feeling to describe.

If I insist - as if darkness were pushing over, shall I say? The signs were familiar to me, an undead out of the rules of death, but I think the Knights of the End and the mercenaries who stand up to this on their own are truly amazing.

Escape the basement. Though not yet visible, the number of undead surrounding the ancient castle was different.

Originally, the Necromancer specializes in killing by number.

Unless you are also a wizard capable of attacking a wide range, the difference in numbers determines the trend. And that's why the Knights of the End, with their power to extensively destroy undead, are called natural enemies.

The Lazars left it in the basement. Narrow tunnels can alleviate differences in numbers to some extent. It's pretty suspicious if I don't have to go through the undead in one piece, but it's not unlikely I'll survive.

I thought about it for a moment and decided to confirm the difference in power once. The undead didn't escape or hide, and I was one of them, so it wasn't hard to read their signs, but with just so many, I'm beyond the limits of my brain's processing power.

Then you'd better stand around flashy and have them attack you from the other side.

"Operation Dangerous"

Eyes like Cenri blames, but this is not an operation that can be taken by humans with limits to their health.

And this is the safest. It would be perfect if we kept the centipede in the protection to the underground tunnel.

The undead collect and strengthen the energy of death. For vampires it's a tiny amount compared to the power gained by 'blood sucking', but it's better than not.

There's no point in taking the initiative in hunting because the energy released by the undead in the second death is a tiny amount compared to the lifeless, but with all this number, your belly would be somewhat swollen.

I confessed to Cenri before I went to the fight.

"I don't have a drop of Cenri's blood left. It's mine. I'm not giving it to them."

"…… yes"

I thought you'd be impressed, but Cenri's reaction was very pale. But I don't think he hates it because of the smell, so he should leave here. I know. I hate a man who pushes without thinking about his opponent. It was in the book.

When I go outside alone, with the 'light eater' in my hand, I pass on the walls of the castle and jump on the center of the castle - the spire that is about to collapse.

The cold wind strokes my skin and the moonlight gives me strength.

Even with the sunglasses through, I could see the blinking dead in the darkness. That's a great number. Exactly what you should call 'the army'.

But I had no fear. [M] I just feel high. The mafia was weak. It's been since Reinell to fight so many monsters. The number of dead deployed around the ancient castle would be more than what Lord Horos ruled.

The fighting instincts of lower vampires are stimulated. No hate, but I can kill as much as I want.

I feel innumerable gaze. It is seen. Hatred makes me feel tingly and comfortable.

- And without any signal, the dead have crept into the old castle at once.

§

Cenri has given me all sorts of information so far. It can be a way of fighting, it can be common sense, it can be the modus operandi of a Necromancer mentor, and it can be the basis of a battle against the undead.

The first thing I checked was if they knew who I was.

What we need to do to fight vampires is to make them vulnerable. Kainushi, who once fought, is like an example of that.

I'm strong. Still inferior, but I have enough power to manage to hunt down the Demon King, and due to my regular blood-sucking behavior, my powers are now higher than they were then.

If they realized I was an undead in the vampire line, they would undoubtedly bring abominable crosses and garlic (silver weapons, blessed holy water, etc., are not going to be used because they work great for them too, which is the same undead).

I checked with the undead who were pushing me for a while, and I was sure they were pushing me. The decaying walls do not form the earliest walls, but it is spectacular to see countless skeletons climbing in a straight line here. Of course, the bone men are pushing through the open gates.

"That's awesome... do you have one of those?"

The bone man rides on the bone man, and the bone man rides on top - apparently the body without skin or meat is very convenient in doing group gymnastics.

However, it is the pinnacle of stupidity to challenge me in numbers with high regenerative abilities without fatigue or wear and tear. Even the mighty Reinell army barely dealt with him, but we can't talk about how much we have, such as bone men.

I was tired of the observation, so I just slipped down the half-baked roof of the spire. He's been rushing out this way. He jumps into a bunch of bones that don't even know how many hundreds there are.

Boneman was really just a boner. I hear the power of bone men reflects their lifetime qualities, but these guys must be the bones of ordinary people.

Its combat skills are not far from those of the bone men who were protecting Lord's mansion, but only in numbers.

The bone men just had one crude sword, and they weren't even wearing armor. I even feel a little pity for that extra dodgy treatment.

A swing of the tweezer blew up a few boners. There is no point in having hardened bones due to demonic guidance or before the power of lower vampires.

I can't even breathe (I don't have to breathe in the first place to interfere with my behavior) and I smash down the bone tower.

Only the remains of a certain boner, a crude sword, make a loud noise hitting the cobblestone. Hundreds of bone men's swords don't even show signs of plundering at me.

But how many boners did you have in place? Do you love boners?

The acute hearing of the vampire captured a sharp wind-cut sound when he frowned at the bone people, no matter how much they slashed, who showed no signs of diminishing and, contrary, no excess response.

I spin my body, I fly in. Avoid that.

It was an arrow. An iron arrow. Avoid the hordes of bone men like a miracle and pierce the stone floor.

Beyond the dead who slip in now and without waving their sides. Above the walls, I saw a boner in fine armor.

He carried a large bow with his length, and his bones were black as darkness.

Shall I call you Blackbone Archer? Bone men equipped with bows and armor that fall just a little bit around are in the same line.

Black Bone Archer releases his bow continuously. The flying black arrows slip through the interstitial bone people, smashing them at times and coming straight this way.

Obviously isolated technology. To go with it, the bone people around them release arrows. It's like rain. Arrows pour down.

I see, is this what this is all about?

So I noticed something even more and pounded my tongue. [M]

I wasn't the only one who was watching. They were exploring, too.

What were you exploring?

Of course it is - who I am.

More importantly, I'm sure they were sent ready to destroy to make sure I wasn't an end knight.

The Knight of the End is the Apostle of Light. If I were an end knight, I wouldn't be able to defeat most things, and I'd be purified from very far away.

And when they saw my battle, they were convinced that I was not an end knight. I therefore sent my destiny.

It was licked.

Cut off only the unseen and powerful black-bone archer's unleashed exactly among the falling arrows. The arrows fired by the other archers are slow and powerful.

The 'light eater' left over from Lord is a truly wonderful piece of cake. The reach, strength and sharpness are impeccable.

With arrows and sometimes chopped off, he breaks down the bone people who creep in as a stepping stone.

Bones are like waves, but the number of graves is finite, even if they belong to ordinary people who do not possess combat skills. We've only just stayed up late at night, and they won't be fighting until the sun rises, more than they are undead either. Time is on my side.

Hear the sound of treading and crushing the ground from among the countless sounds.

He receives a pitch-black blade that jumps over the bone men and swings them down. Bouncing back with force as it was, the Black Bone Knight, who had carried out the raid, bounced back wide, stomping and landing on his side.

"You're acting like a big boy."

I unwittingly round my eyes.

It was a splendid black bone about two meters long. I must have been a brave warrior in my life.

Black bones lift huge swords with their lengths without saying anything. Exactly the terrible power that was allowed only to the outside world.

But not as good as me.

I'm sure if they could open their mouths, they would have said "such an idiot".

He probably swung it down with all his might. The blow was so powerful that I couldn't stand it when I was new to being a lower vampire. But, as it turns out, they've only mutated once, and I've mutated differently.

There were fewer bone people pushing at some point. It is the more powerful aliens who come instead.

I get the weird feeling that there are all kinds of things: bone wolves, bone monkeys, bears, animal skeletons when I look at them like this. Lorde used animals other than boners as they were, so they're fresh.

When else, there are countless translucent human shapes flying around the universe, and a screaming grand chorus echoes through the night.

It's like the end of the world.

"That's a full course. Wouldn't that be great?"

Hatred and hated me too much, and when I licked my lips, I shook up a great deal.

§ § §

Dozens of kilometers away from the ancient castle. On a remote mountain, a man opened his eyes and peered into the crystal balls in the shape of a demon.

A man with a crusty, earthy skin. Is my age about thirty? His height is not huge, but his precipitated eyes are off track enough to scream and escape if a sane human sees them.

In fact, men were hateful of the world and hateful of humanity. Necromancer. He is the Dark Magic Master who freely manipulates the dead and mausoleums their souls.

But that look, which was always almost unchanged, was now stunned and distorted.

"Oh.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

There was a sight in the crystal balls that did not seem to belong in this world.

The countless dead have entered the castle for a long time without those who reign. Many of the undead are bone people, but there was also a multitude of bone mutant systems inside - "Black Bone", a bone beast (Skeleton Wilde) that showed unstructureable, deformational, spontaneous movements in humans, and an undead of spiritual bodies that could not be damaged by ordinary weapons, and had enough power to destroy them overnight if only to the extent of a small city.

But the army of the dead that those men are proud of - can't kill just one.

"Oh, my God, that human..."

The sight was hard to believe for that Necromancer mentor, who had so far had little to hold back.

The target of the dead is only one young man. The age is about mid teens, hanging sunglasses even though it is night and wielding the first blade that is obviously not normal.

But that's all. If you're not an end knight, you're not using attack magic. I don't even have allies nearby.

But the blow from the shovel blew up a flock of undead. Playing the blow of Blackbone Knight, a blackbone knight who boasts extraordinary power, he accurately cuts off arrows of archers who are even difficult to recognize, and besides he should be fighting all the time, he can't even see the shards of fatigue.

"Are you really human...? Or the power of some kind of curse?

The power dispatched by the man tonight is enormous. Unlike the bone man who had been dispatched in his appearance so far, he pointed almost everything at profitability exterior to definitely eliminate someone holding back the hegemony of a man.

Numbers are forces. Talk about even a thousand opponents, then you just have to point 10,000 troops at them.

Whatever the opponent was of the Knights of the End, it was too out of the man's assumption that he just couldn't kill the one who looked like a human being.

The sight reflected by the crystal balls was always a disadvantage. Calm gradually returns to the thought of a man who was excited.

"It's not working at all poisonous or nasty...... no, what's wrong with the wound? Shit, I can't see."

Terrible skill. But not all of the arrows pouring down as much rain haven't hit it. The man's aligned bone shooter is elite, using the bones of those who were excellent shooters in their lifetime.

Nothing was clearly worn, but there were many that were being plundered. And a powerful poison is planted in the temple that, if human, causes him to faint simply by plundering.

"Why are you okay? Why?"

There are several other incredible things.

The undead are more powerful than dark magic. The air changes the air. If you're alone, you don't have to have any effect, but if you have all those numbers, if you're human, it should be hard to move.

Despite this, youth do not change one complexion. Neither the screaming of 'Crying Woman (Banshee)', which shakes the human spirit, nor the mist of sleep that should be flushing at the same time as the entry, has everything worked.

A struggling tiger boy giant boner breaks down the walls and hits. But the Giant Bone Man was already torn once. I don't think I can defeat that young man without inflicting any damage on him.

The man shook his hand enough to bleed and squealed in a trembling voice.

"Damn... the monster. Did you see it wrong? I didn't know [Descend] had all those amazing arms in the old castle."

We should have chosen not to eliminate external enemies and given priority to obtaining the 'Crystal of the Night'. No matter how much crystals you want your hands out of your throat for a Necromancer mentor, you can't hang them on the armies and scales you've struggled to produce for years to come.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he is a solo rider, so he should have let go and looked for crystals in that gap.

I still have my hands. Abominable, however, any further wear and tear must be avoided.

I remember my face. Definitely kill the next time you encounter it. Turn the Necromancer against your enemies and make them regret it forever.

Issue an order through the connection to throw it away. At that moment, a cool voice echoed into the room where no one was supposed to be.

"Wait, third-degree Necromancer, Rowman of Meat Stripping."

Black fog gathers together to form the shape of man. It was the woman in black who appeared in the darkness. Cold eyes but its iris is red as blood and its skin is so clear that it doesn't seem like a person.

Vampires. A kind of the most famous, scared undead in this world.

To an unexpected appearance, a man called Rowman frowns and yells.

"You, hey! I don't remember welcoming you. How'd you get in?

"That's why you're third class. There are several ways out. This mountain has already been bought by my Lord and given to me, there is no right in the trespasser."

"What do you want with a vampire?

Sable Bradpane, a relative of "King of Piles," grinned faintly at Rowman, who did not break his dignified attitude, even though the army was on the verge of destruction.

"My Lord is interested in him. I won't miss it anymore."