Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

My spine freezes and my consciousness goes away for a moment. The blow seemed like God's judgment, though.

The enormous amount of light emitted passes right by me. Beyond that is - the floor. To be precise, it was a direction full of the power of death.

The light that was aggregating penetrated and extinguished the sturdy cobblestone without sound.

It was undoubtedly the strongest attack of Cenri I've ever seen.

The light put a deep muscle crack on the floor. Perhaps even penetrates the underground labyrinth. That cross section is smooth and I can't imagine how much blessing can be converted to such destruction.

Even powerful attack magic can't do this. I haven't even plundered, but my body is only a little paralyzed in the aftermath.

If it were me when I had just become a lower vampire, maybe the aftermath alone would have taken a lot of damage. Even now that I've accumulated enough power to draw from the Demon King as an undead, I can't stand it if I take it from the front.

The ancient castle vibrates loudly. Cracks run around traces of destruction and just happen to spread. I was about to be dragged into my lower body, and I was in a hurry to control my powers.

The feeling of flesh shrinking is unique no matter how many times you experience it. Pain brightens my vision, but I can't pretend.

I manage to get back to where I was. The world widens at once. Reach out and evade the body from collapse.

Ignore the pain. The battle is not over yet.

First... rebuild your attitude.

The ceiling falls and the floor collapses so that thick walls are swallowed by the ground. Sure, the devastating power of Cenri's demise was immense, but in just one blow this collapse is unnatural.

Has it destroyed even the foundation? Was aging already the limit? Or was it made that way in the first place?

But I don't have time to think about it. Supported by the Luffreys near the entrance, they scream at the centipede that manages to withstand the sway.

"Cenri, run! I'm fine!

"Huh............ ok"

The power of blood is still there. I won't die trying to get my head crushed. I don't care what happens to the Luffreys, but there must be some Lazars.

Besides, we still have enemies here.

Abikode stood still. The body press must have hit it, but I can't see any itching on that look.

That consciousness was not directed at the surroundings already. Just those bloody, deep red glowing eyes staring quietly ahead of Cenri's attack.

Catch the 'light eater' flying in. I let it go in the basement, but apparently Cenri recovered it.

Rich. He was a horrible opponent. It should have been compatible, but I couldn't kill it. of technology, with differences in experience.

But I'll kill you here. I will leave no harm behind.

Your body is at its limit. I'm not sure I can stand again once I collapse.

Sharpen the focus, sharpen the kill intent. Huge rubble falls between me and Rich.

As I stepped into it with all my might, I swung a great deal of light.

§ § §

The ceiling, the walls collapse. Years after the age of battle, the ancient castle, which kept its shape, collapses.

The sight reminiscent of the end of the world ended in a very short time.

The objects that made up the castle were swallowed up underground, leaving behind a hill stacked with enormous debris.

Completely collapsed castle ruins. Big rubble stirs up, and Avicord goes outside like crawling.

When I checked my surroundings as they were, I stood up.

The deep red light that lit the orbit rocked like it was upset.

Necromancer magic gives the dead an immortal flesh. Hit the collapsed rubble. The outfit is torn, the wand is lost, and - no right arm.

Vampires attacked me with abandonment on the verge of collapse. The blow was piercing Avicord's magical defense and flying his right arm off his shoulder.

But that's not the reason for the upset.

"Yes...... ehm"

It was a blow of light that was no less pale than what the Knights of the End had once fought for.

The measures were adequate. The nucleus of the ritual was once guarded by multiple defensive junctions that the Lord had stretched out.

But the blow swallowed them up easily.

The ritual had already been activated. Some minutes later, the Lord was resurrected - it should be.

Black dust is dancing. The king's castle is a ritual place. The collapse of the venue meant that it no longer served its purpose.

"Impossible, no. Why... why do vampires take sides with people?

Rich's magic is powerful. If their opponents were human, even the Knights of the End, they could definitely be stopped.

Um, if only there weren't vampires who would disable the magic of Avicord...

"Undead, you lost."

"Huh..."

I notice that Avicord is now surrounded by the voices I hear.

Light Qi - Three End Knights, surrounding Abikode, pointing the cutting edge of the weapon of St. Silver at Abikode without alarm.

One powerful man and two junior knights. If the earlier blow was caused by these three, then I guess the changing times are raising the level of skill.

To hide himself, he was too obsessed with the King's resurrection and lacked investigation.

"Oh, my... Knight of the End..."

I feel the emotions that had become undead and diluted come back to life.

This is - anger.

Once, when the Knights of the End attacked the castle, Avicord was ordered to wait and was not allowed to participate in the battle.

But if I had been allowed to fight with my people at that time, I would have felt the simmering anger that I now hold.

The mission given to Avicord is the completion of the ritual. There's nothing more Abikode can do than stop it.

There are three opponents. I hate my opponent, but the power is real. I also know that the many years I slept gave the Knights of the End a new power.

But I cannot refuse to admit it as the subordination of the Phantom King, such as to pull back like this.

Destroy. Stab me. Otherwise, I can't face a king who believes in himself and has given me a serious mission.

Hands up. Explode the magic that circles within.

For Abikode, who lost one arm and had no wand, but gained powerful magic by transcending death, the opponent, no matter what the end knight, was a human being.

Even magic without a cane, such as humans, can be dealt with enough.

"This, the power..."

A knight with a badly eyed mace retreats one step later. But it's too late.

I know all about human weaknesses and so on. Let us turn a thousand miles in all directions into the earth of death.

Can this be prevented by the knights of the end of this era?

"'Destruction'!"

A knight of the end of a woman of great power sheds light.

But the blow is worse and weaker than it was earlier. There is also a hoard. I guess that means you can't fire so many blows in a row.

That's the limit of a species called man.

Loosely move and avoid a glimmer of light emitted. The look on the woman's knight's face distorts.

And I heard a nostalgic voice in Avicord's ear as he tried to free his powers.

"Terrible - terrible, dreaming, was"

Anger quenched in a flash at the cold voice. Abikode did feel her heart pulse when she was supposed to lose it.

There are no signs. But that's where the phantom comes from.

King of Nara. Complete dead. To its king, the ultimate zero, there is no sign.

Hence, I was scared. The king is a shadow of vanity.

And the army under its power was once called the Legion of Shadows.

End knights take distance at the same time.

The black dust that was dancing gathers to form a shape. Small, black skeleton shape.

It's no coincidence. Its orbits clearly look at Avicord and the Knights of the End.

After all, the ritual was a success. Return calmly in an instant.

It must be because all the power wasn't poured into it. His body is weak, far from a complete resurrection, but the king has not yet perished.

I was going to stab him wrong, but I can't stay like this. It takes time to accumulate power.

You have to run at all costs. The expression of the End Knight changes.

"Oh... King, I've been waiting for you. Forgive me for standing before the enemy."

Running away is easy. Abikode still has power. Even if they were three end knights, they could get away with it.

The King's gaze sees Abikode. That's all there is to it. Strong emotions - joy boils down.

"Great, there was... oh, the weight of this body, the pain, it's not bad... I feel"

Been hiding in people for ten years. The mission was finally fulfilled.

The Vigilance of the End Knight is entirely from Avicord to the King. The position was reversed.

Stab me wrong. But I'm going to stop the king. Get your strength back, before you do.

But Avicord won't tolerate it. Turn your back on the king and stare at the knights of the end.

The nostalgic voice seemed to cross my soul. And the king said.

"But complete, in reincarnation... not. I'll get your help." Avicode ""

It wasn't even while I understood. Power fell out of the flesh that transcended death.

By the time I realized, Avicord was looking at the ground. My left arm, stretched out, turns to dust.

The enormous amount of magic you've accumulated disappears - no, it sucks. Consciousness is far from irresistible.

Avicord was created by the king of the dead. I was released from the wedge of death, but that was just a change of ruler.

On the verge of vanishing consciousness, Night Rich, a long-forgotten night's magician, felt fear of imminent death.

§ § §

It is the one who goes against the management of this world.

Complete darkness. By virtue of his trickery, the king of Nara was even freed from the wedge of death.

Those evil sorcerers who threaten and reign over all the living, the Knights of the End called them 'kings of the dead'.

Rich, who had so much power, collapses away. It happened during one blink.

The contents of a worn robe turn to dust.

"The Restoration of Power." But he that transcends death by a curse shall return to dust by a curse.

Cenri's blessings, close to endless in several attacks, were also temporarily depleted. Both Ruffrey and Nevila have only minimal power left because of their help to Cenri.

But Cenri concentrated his forces reflexively, releasing them. The cutting-edge of the Sacred Silver Sword shines.

The End Knight instinct said. This undead has to be killed here for sure.

Before I can fully regain my power.

"" Destruction ""

I can't help it. Aggregated power releases the power to attribute everything to nothing.

Over and over again, Ephe's work of annihilation, practiced to the point of seeping blood, is perfectly activated even when depleted -

And on the verge of trying to swallow the fog that was gathering, it was heavily 'refracted'.

"Huh!?

A bent light burns the night sky. Poke your sword to the ground and endure a body that is losing strength and breaking down.

Evaded. Failure to destroy the target is not zero either. But this is the first time I've ever bent.

Unemotional voices echo.

Until earlier, the voices that were supposed to have plundered and obscured were now clearly regaining strength.

"Once the Necromancer (Necromancer) said that his wisdom and madness created three ways to transcend death"

"Huh!?

Take a breath. scolding the powerless body and pointing the cutting edge of the sword.

Voices don't include a single rush.

"The corpse (Fresh Man) is the demon of blood, the evil spirit (Reis) is the demon of soul - and the boner (Skeleton) is the demon of 'earth'."

There was a wall in front of me that didn't exist until earlier. A wall so polished that it clearly shows your face. I should have taken the annihilation, but not one of the scratches on its surface.

The walls shatter and collapse. It was the dark-haired man who showed up from beyond.

Weave the robe that Rich was wearing earlier and sigh small.

Bloodless skin. The immense magic I feel from that body.

I can see it when I see it. The skin, the flesh, the blood, was made of death. But no sign of it has come out.

As if wrapped in too strong a shell.

"That castle... my, I made it. Phew... Abikode, I can't do it, man. We don't have enough power."

"Of earthly attributes, magician...... ugh"

Destruction is a light with the power of destruction. I can't reflect it in the mirror.

But this man did it. That too, in a freshly resurrected state.

Destruction is a master's created move, which should be unknown to this man. It's not like I can handle it in at least an instant.

From that fact - overwhelming taste and combat experience.

The Phantom Demon King was destroyed because of his too dangerous power.

But to put it the other way around - he defeated the chaser and survived until he set up a castle on this land.

Today, the number of magicians is decreasing as science develops. But that was not the case in the days of the Phantom Demon King.

The expansion of the Knights of the End is also reducing the number of mercenaries. But that was not the case in the days of the Phantom Demon King.

The course of time is brutal. Some things progress, some things decline.

The Phantom Demon King looks around. Those eyes are red as blood.

No one could move. The platoon looked full of gaps, and there was an awesomeness that wouldn't let Cenri and the others attack it in a detour.

"Well, good... try, let's. The demonic nature of blood, the flesh..."

A single spear is created so that the ground trembles and the trees grow. The pattern and the blade are all spears made of pitch black.

When the demon king held it with one hand and shook it gently, he pointed his cut at the centipede, blinking his eyes.

"The magicians of this era, don't they play flesh-bomb warfare?