Kuro no Maou

"Let's go!

Wave the tact and hit Saliel again with a black bullet storm.

"Shield"

When Sariel squeals, a white reverse triangle shield unfolds forward.

"Shield" is the name of the most basic defensive magic, if you are an array of sorcerers, a shield alone will not prevent my bullet rain.

but sariel's shield just leaves countless bullet marks, and he can take all the bullets.

Even with the same magic, if the user is different, the effect is the difference between cloud mud, not if you care.

"Not yet!

One black sword flew to hide behind the barrage, pierced in the middle of a shield full of cracks with bullet marks.

Finally, the shield penetrates and splashes with the broken sound of glass.

"Now..."

Plus the pursuit of the black sword, drawing the same orbit that crushed the shield, one, three over Sariel's head.

Within a moment when the shattered shield mists and disappears, each black sword flies toward Saliel.

But she had already jumped off the scene and moved on to evasive action.

The moment I flew away was the only time I could see it, but I could predict dodging it.

The remaining five black swords are already flying in such a trajectory that they circle the original standing position of Sariel wide back.

Five more blackened swords instantly strike Sariel's, flying directly behind him.

"- What do you say!

"Pile (Sagitta)"

Now Saliel speaks the name of the most basic attack magic.

As that voice reached my ear, the feeling of all ten black swords being manipulated disappeared.

Why? I don't even have to think about it, and the answer is in my sight.

All blackened swords stabbed to the ground, or in flight, were smashed by white piles, no, and white bullets that Saliel believed had shot.

"Will you stop the attack?

"Well, that's all you have to say about people's magic."

……

Saliel puts his right index finger up here and forms a white bullet with the same shape as my antimaterial.

Most importantly, its size is about 30 centimetres, similar to that of a white pile, and it is more of a huge magnitude to be called a shell than a bullet.

"Your original magic (original) is very unique and powerful -"

White shells at your fingertips start spinning.

White magic spirals toward the tip and converges so you can see, this is awkward.

- You can't kill me.

"Black Shield (Shield) Huh!?

It was almost simultaneous with Saliel shooting shells as I built the shield in front of him.

That shell, which flies faster than my bullet, penetrates the shield, which should have gained more strength than before, still as light as before, with little resistance.

"Come on."

The left hand reacts to the stag, and the blade of the curse intersects the shell.

Gaggyin!

Along with the high metal noise, the shell was somehow out of orbit.

The shock prevented the body breaks down greatly and takes two or three steps backwards, but somehow steps without falling.

Returning her gaze forward again, Sariel was disappearing.

"Where..."

Intuitively sense Sariel's location - up there - before looking with your eyes.

If you look up, against the backdrop of a large three-day moon floating in the night sky, you shake up a thin spear with one left hand. The figure of Sariel flying over here.

We don't have time to rebuild the shield, and even if it did, it must be pierced lightly.

"Ooh!!

Intercept with a curse the blow of a spear protruding from the air.

The intersecting white and black blades scatter sparks.

"... stiff"

You were going to destroy the curse with one blow, and Saliel lands with such dialogue.

They say it's the same distance to slash each other with a weapon in each other's hands, but the same bars.

"This is our dialogue."

It is a curse that I have shown by lightly cleaving anything so far, but for the first time its blade was stopped.

"It's a curse weapon, you can't just destroy a piece of magic like that."

Sariel's fine spear is the same thing as a white pile (sagitta) if you say so, just something that pushed and consolidated his magic and materialized it.

Whereas Sariel is a handknife, there's so much difference that I use a knife.

"If the sole breaks, will you leave this place?

Just a little bit, I felt Sariel's gaze sharpen.

Looks like you're still gonna let me get away with this.

"If you want to stop me..."

Put up a curse with your left hand and load the right hand tact with a few bullets.

A further ten blackened swords are called from the shadows and the blades are fixed around the body to circle outward.

"Call me with the intention of killing me!

"Too bad."

At the same time, an aura of silver burst from Saliel's body.

That aura, which I have seen before, has ruled some knowledge of magic, and I can still be sure that it is simply full of magic, not magic of enhancement.

The point is, I only get a little serious in the mood, to the extent.

I still don't know the bottom of my strength, but at least I know intuitively and rationally that I have too much power to kill me.

It won't last long to the Sariel opponent who wraps the aura around it, no, it's probably the limit just to cut it once.

From the last five metres or so, Sariel stepped in and gave me one last chance until that spear pierced me.

"I'll be there -"

At the same time as Sariel says, he releases a bullet from the tact.

Straight between Saliel's eyebrows as he steps in, the bullet flies to be sucked in.

Hit, but the silver aura cannot be pierced, and the bullet sprays away without causing one scratch to the forehead.

Maybe even a blackened sword won't pierce it, though I think, and it's no different for me to use all ten for Sariel's interception.

Five in a vertical row aiming at the forehead, throat, chest, belly and groin from the front and five aiming at the cerebral heavens and limbs fly in their respective trajectories.

"Pile (Sagitta)"

As well as ahead, a white bullet strikes through exactly five black swords that strike from overhead and left and right.

The five approaching from the front vanished beautifully with just one light swing of the spear with one left hand.

But it's already about three meters from me and Sariel by this time.

If I step in, I'll slash you, and you'll need to pull back the spear you just waved into the blackened sword interception to receive this.

But at this close range, it becomes a deadly gap.

"Ha!!

Tact has already let go, and I hold the curse with both hands and step forcefully into the slaughter.

I've never learned swordsmanship in this world, of course, but with the power of a curse on a strengthened body, I can give you enough power to slap Saliel with every aura.

The curse waved on the horizontal giraffe, its blade certainly tore the aura apart, the moment it tried to reach Saliel's fine torso as it was,

Kickin 'in!

It is prevented by a spear that I pulled back at some point.

"-"

Sariel and his gaze intersect.

With no expression, those eyes appeal to the end of the battle.

Obviously, a blow that punched through the gap after I shook out my weapon was stopped, which means Saliel has an attack speed that allows him to shook his spear twice while I shook his spear.

That fast, before moving on to the next attack, Saliel can pierce my body wherever he wants.

You can't attack again with a spell, the bullet doesn't work in the first place, the blackened sword stops with just ten, and there is no means of counterattack possible in a position of momentary time and intimacy until the spear flies in.

I'm sure Sariel would agree.

And that will be my only chance.

- Now.

Pre-opened shadow space at the foot, shooting a single black needle out of its darkness.

The identity of the needle is the 'basilisk bone needle', a 'curse weapon’ that has never been used in action since it was purchased in the village of Iles.

A poison needle with a simple but horrible effect that instantly corrodes what you stab.

If the user touches himself directly, the poison will spread, but he is therefore treated as a ‘curse’.

But with this poison needle, you can pierce Saliel's aura and inflict deadly damage with one more stab.

And in fact, the poison needle sprays a powerful acidic corrosive liquid from the tip like a needle, eroding an aura of silver, while still flying straight through the heart.

"Is this your wife's hand?"

As a result, the poison needle never reached Sariel's heart.

"Knock..."

It was a poison needle that was shot at the same speed as the bullet, but Sariel moved faster than that, that's all if I told you.

His right arm, which he had never even moved with Pickle before, had received a poison needle with his palm to shelter his left chest if he noticed.

The tip of the poison needle pierced through the palm only slightly reaches the vest on the chest.

Sariel, who took it by bare hands, starts a ferocious erosion of poison from the needle he pierced.

Still, without any movement, Sariel took a step back while wearing his own palm for each poison needle with a thin spear on his left hand.

Crush the poison needle and scrape the corroded meat whole to stop poison erosion.

There's a pompous, painful wind hole in Saliel's red-leafed white palm as he ejects blood.

All I could do was look at a series of motions that were less than a second apart.

Doh.

Unexpectedly, an impact runs on my left hand.

He was hit hard in the arm with Saliel's spear, when he noticed that the curse fell to the ground.

"Gu......"

Probably broken left wrist.

It heals on its own, but it can't go back to normal right now, and there can't be a gap in picking up the dropped curse.

The measures have been broken and there are no weapons at hand.

I still have the magic, but I don't have the magic to activate faster than Saliel waving the spear or anything.

Under this circumstance, in which there is no art to rest, to despair, to win, the regret and fear that should have been pushed to death spreads to the heart as soon as possible.

I should have run, let's beg for my life, someone help me - I can't get my head around it.

I'm sure I'm sweating cold and bluishing my face like nothing else right now.

Pity, Sariel's spear still won't pierce me.

"... wait."

I can only think of one thing in my confusing mind.

Magic that will punch through the aura and shoot faster than a spear.

I had little hesitation in executing it, my right fist is already rigidly clenched.

"Pyle -"

Shake up your fist and step in.

The process of magic activation is simple in itself, just to gather and unleash magic on even the right arm.

Already, with an unparalleled density compared to that time when we first succeeded in magic, magic gathers in our arms, and black magic swirls visibly.

The image drills, rotates fast, and converges destructive forces at one point of the tip.

Eat, my last bad scratch.

"Banka aaaaaaa!!

White magic blocked the fisting of black swirling destruction.

What I felt first was the feeling of that magic, the brain recognizing the sight shortly afterwards, and what was in this eye was the sight of Saliel taking the pilebanker with one blood-dropping right hand.

From the palm I received, the white magic swirls in reverse rotation with me.

The black and white magic spinning at high speeds, respectively, came instantly offset from the tip of the touch, and after a moment, the magic vortex of destruction that shaped my pilebanker vanished without a trace.

"... after all, couldn't you"

Not long before he remembers a complete sense of defeat, a strong impact is struck in the head.

The last thing I saw was Saliel shaking off the spear in a sideburn, with no change of expression.

I'm sorry, Lily, but I can't protect you or the village.

That's all I thought, my consciousness broke.