Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The underground labyrinth rings as if it were alive.

For a moment, forget the pain caused by the curse. It was clearly not a natural phenomenon.

Maybe if we wait, the sway will subside, but we don't have time to be gnawing given the possibility that the centipede will be buried alive.

Apparently this is unexpected for the Luffreys as well. He withstands the shake, but is alert to me and the direction of power.

Staring at the floating lord, the lord said unwieldily.

"The time - there was. The formation is already half-baked. Rituals are not perfect. '

Well, I can't help but wake up. The bad ones are the Luffreys.

I feel the power swirling. The heart of the underground labyrinth. The power of death gushing from it was as intense as I've ever seen.

The undead have the nature to absorb the power of death.

Some of the forces that erupt are flowing into me, but the bulk of them are gathered together at one point.

I have a bad feeling.

[Descend] had full vampire control. If all the rituals have been fed, the resurrected being is not on my side. We must hurry and strike our hands.

I emphasized that I was harmless for now. [M]

"It's your fault. I was trying to stop you."

"What!?

Priority should be given to escape. The entrance and exit are far above.

I am confident that I will be safe to bury alive, but Cenri and the others will be different. You can leave the Luffreys alone, but only the centipede must be missed at all costs.

The hesitation of the moment. Severe pain runs all over your body as if you remembered.

I ignored the pain-complaining flesh and poured out the power of my blood.

All over the body, there is intense pain as if it were finely chopped. I feel my soul tremble.

Nevila's glittering eyes confirm me and clearly distort me.

"Huh... what the...!?

I became a vampire, fought against various powerful enemies, and gained the truth.

Power is - magnitude. Overwhelming mass and physical ability are the things you can rely on most when it comes to having trouble.

We can't afford to go back to the entrance we used to get here. If so - push through.

The skin rips and the bones crumble. The clothes I was wearing bounce and fly.

After all, was it unscrupulous to use power in a cursed state, or the pain running all over my body doing anything to live? It was on a level I would do and cower for a moment.

It is as if it is burned by Hellfire.

The black dog Albatos changed had a monstrous giant. But the power of the blood I can pour in is not that ratio.

The flesh swells up all over the underground passage, which was not originally that wide. Hit his head against the ceiling and his forefoot in sight is like a pillar.

Luffreys take a few steps back. An end knight who once left me only in his neck was like an ant. I'm really sorry I can't trample like an ant.

I don't have a sense of flesh. All I had was pain.

Only the superb pain that I once tasted on the verge of death is no worse than the burning out of my soul trying to swallow consciousness.

I scolded my tongue, and said in a small voice.

"Ugh... Sen, Li, mine, downstairs -"

I couldn't afford to be checking my reaction. I tremble, air into my lungs, and roar with all my might.

My body was about to burst. I can't see my roar as a sound. I see it blowing into the underground labyrinth as the vibrations of the air explode, and the Luffreys blow up big.

A robust underground labyrinth is no match for a giant monster either. Even Reinell was easily destroying his castle.

A blurry, crumbling debris hits my body, but I would have died if I had once slept, which is also like dust to me today.

Leave yourself to your instincts. He kicked the ground, raised his front leg wide and jumped straight up.

§ § §

The castle that stood there gently trembles over the years.

The walls and columns, which had been protected by powerful magic, were also showing deterioration due to the windstorm. The air is cold and there are holes in the ceiling.

It's all because of humans. The castle, where the great king of the dead reigned, fell into the hands of man, and was turned into ruins.

The army of the king, once feared by man demons, is destroyed and can only be told already in fairytales.

The deepest part of the ancient castle. One shadow stood in the place where there was once a room between the thrones.

Black robe with gold embellishment. Deeply worn hood.

The long cane held in hand resembles a sceptre held by a cleric, with some dubious atmosphere from the painted pitch-black crystal decorations.

Hands extended from loose sleeves. The finger grabbing the wand was black and dry like a mummy.

A shadow raises his voice. The dry voice used to go by wonders in the midst of fierce ringing.

"King... at last, this is the time - here we are. Oh... it's been a long time."

A cane strikes the floor properly. Explore the formations where the magic almost collapsed.

Second, the hood was removed.

The dewy head was pitch-black to dissolve in the darkness. The red light shines brightly in the back of the orbit, which is firmly vacant on dry black skin.

It's not bone. Well, not even a bloody body.

Immortal species that, for a long time, accumulates vast amounts of magic by being near death indefinitely.

The mutant system of bone people (skeletons).

An undead that is rarely seen again due to the activity of the Knights of the End.

Once the belly of the Demon King, the Evil Skeleton of the Night (Night Richie) - Avicord looks up to heaven with emotion.

It was half an unbelievable time.

Many of the demonic kings that reigned all over the world perished, as did the necromancers who once existed for about a few stars.

The battle was diminished, and the magic that was once used by ordinary people was intended only by the extremely talented.

And most importantly - science. The power of science spawned much of what people used to produce with the power of witchcraft.

The silver jewellery became common, and the holy water that kept the darkness away became mass produced. [Descend] is rural, but I hear the night is disappearing completely in the capital.

The years had changed the world dramatically.

The forces of the once antagonistic Knights of the End became more immense after generations of drilling, tragedy diminished and people's fear of darkness faded.

Avicord is just insurance. The king had no idea of defeat.

Until it was resurrected - until the earthquake awakened Abikord, who was asleep at the bottom of the earth, it took time.

It took even longer from there until we were ready to perform the ritual.

The resurrection requires immense power of death. But there was no war nearby.

I never even imagined that time would come to an end, so full of death, in all that strife.

Things required caution. No matter how much magic Abikode is allowed to exercise, you cannot fight the Knights of the End against them.

ruled the city. Using the shards of the power of the former Lord as bait, he attracted both Necromancers to gather death.

It was a little later. Some years later we were able to revive the Lord in a complete way.

It is probably no coincidence that at this time the Knights of the End laid eyes on me.

Where there is light, there is darkness again. The Knights of the End and the King of the Dead are united.

At the birth of the great king of darkness, his men will surely appear. Yes, fated.

But I made it. Avicord's mission is the resurrection of the king. Other than that, it's only a few things.

A swirling dark force circles the ancient castle that was once created as a place of rituals.

One hair at a time. Some of the magic formations had collapsed, but only the power remained to produce the king's new flesh. No one can stop the resurrection if we get here already.

I felt an unstoppable flow of emotion. It is rare in a less mentally impulsive undead.

The vibration is the king's voice. The grief of the king, who had unparalleled power and was therefore lonely, is made at the hands of Avicord.

"Hey, what's this?"

At that time a small voice was heard in the ears of Avicord, who remembered his former glory and shuddered his eyes.

"... garbage, huh?"

I don't even have to look back. The voice belongs to the mercenaries Abikode ordered the mayor to collect.

From watching Abikode clinging to the wall in the midst of a severe shake, I don't see the bravery of the mercenaries who once exchanged blades several times during the war.

The level dropped. In a sip, that's what I guess.

The less war, the less power we need. Demons are driven away by the development of human civilization - particularly bad is guns.

In a time when the Phantom King once reigned, there was no such weapon.

That is a horrible weapon that allows you to kill without power. It may even be possible for a toddler to kill Abikode as long as there is a silver bullet to mock the demon.

Much weaker than magic, etc., but outstanding in the sense of convenience. Most of all, for a powerful undead, unless you're quite alarmed, it can't be a threat such as a gun.

That's all I thought about, Avicord sighed loudly.

"but - trashed, just for the part"

Avicord could not move in a detour. It was the mercenaries they hired who gathered the power of death.

I didn't remember the name. It's been replaced many times since preparation began, I can't remember a human name.

The mercenaries finally speak up.

"Huh... who is it?!?

Necromancer magic is the only magic I haven't repaired, but the magic of Avicord is more powerful than any magician of this era. I don't talk about modern mercenaries who don't possess the power of magic.

If the Lord is resurrected, we need a new army. Even the bones of the calcaneus add up.

Lift the cane. When you sharpen your will without putting it in your mouth, countless pitch black arrows appear in the air.

The magic of corrosion. It is also the magic that once greatly contributed to the king, in the sense that it can corrode the flesh and produce beautiful bones.

There, for the first time, the expression of the leading man distorted into fear.

"Wizard!?

I even find it irritating before ridicule to react too late.

To the arrows unleashed, the men do not even show a bare gesture of escape.

The darkness that flew in nearly devoured the mercenaries at that moment - the castle trembled violently.

The arrow is suddenly prevented from appearing off the floor by things. Some of the debris bounced up by the giant crushes right next to Avicord.

At that time, Avicord was releasing a second formation.

Shake the scepter up loudly, pointing the end towards the black wall that appeared.

A skilled magician exercises witchcraft like breathing. Burning arrows that occur wear black walls in a row.

At that moment, the orbital cavity of Avicord was distorted for the first time.

The magic of the arrow of flames manifesting a scorching heat so intolerable in humans was extinguishing on its surface layer.

Abikode knew.

That's a coincidence. Sorcery is wiped out by even more powerful sorcery. Abikode had therefore ordered disproportionate action to be taken against it.

Beat all sorcery, a monster possessed of an ancient curse. Mage's natural enemies.

He who has numerous weaknesses and nonetheless reigns as a symbol of darkness.

Earlier, burning emotions beyond the impulse that had preceded the king's resurrection scorch Avicord.

"Vampires… Will you get in our way again"

A giant black beast cleverly uses her forelegs and twists her way up the half-baked floor.

A bloody red iris of war. Her pupils narrowed and she looked down at Avicord.

Sounding voices from the bottom of the earth envelop Avicord.

"That, over here, is a line. But... the opposite is true."