Kuro no Maou

"O wicked sorcerer, who defies God, you, like all these demons, will expose his corpse by turning it down!

The cross stands behind a young man who seems to be the general of a crusader unit who shouted so.

Pierced by countless arrows, his hands, or his legs, were missing, and the bloody wreckage was there.

Too bad the body's damaged, but I'm not out of sight, no, I'm not out of sight.

Because I know exactly who the body is.

Nino, Harry, Athens...... maybe the lack of a cradle didn't even leave a body in the first place.

There are other adventurers dressed up in guild, and even Nyaleko, who is supposed to be a non-combatant, whose wreckage...

"Well, you did..."

My hand shaking the pattern of the bamboo trembles.

My magic pours in from my hands, and vice versa from my hands pours in thoughts of killing and hatred.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

I can roar, only meaningless screams come out of my mouth.

Cry, no stopping tears fall from both eyes.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I can't forgive you, I can't forgive you for this.

How dare you do such a terrible thing.

The man you killed and tortured is a dear friend of mine.

Everybody was a good guy. Everyone in this village accepted me.

You know, how important I am.

To protect this place, you can risk your life to fight, yes, even that Sariel has sold you a fight.

And yet... now that we're all dead, I can't even fight and protect you.

I'm, I'm...

"Oh... oh..."

Before the death of such a miserable friend, the sentiment swayed by grief, which swallowed up the idea of an even greater momentum.

If it's sad, if it's painful, if it's hard, if it's hate - kill it.

"Oh......"

Kill, kill your enemies, no forgiveness, no hesitation, no mercy, tragically miserable, kill your enemies.

"Oh, yeah -"

Look closely, my enemy is right in front of you.

Then I'll decide what to do, absolutely, surely, I'll decide.

"- I'll take everyone's revenge now"

"- Awwwwwwwwww!!

Roaring, with an awesome amount of voice that could only be called, a black magician exclaimed.

To the sound of trembling from the bottom of its belly, the crusaders shrugged themselves into instinctive fear while within the conjuncture.

But Kilvan never flickers before such an angry opponent.

Because the enemy is in a state of fanaticism (basark), it's likely enough to speak up enough to break his throat, there's no reason for him to be surprised or surprised.

"Let's go, fit in."

Two disciples begin chanting to Kilvan's words, it doesn't take that long to activate.

"Concentration Enhancement (Conces Boost)"

"Attribute Enhancement (Element Boost)"

The Reinforced Magic (Boost) overlay they also used to exterminate this vigilante is their best method of warfare.

(If you have extensive attack magic, you can't escape attack range in a single flight, even if you're in a fanatical (basark) state)

Kilvan put more emphasis on hitting than killing with a single blow.

Those who have fallen into a state of fanaticism (basark) will not fall unless their arms fly, holes in their bellies, but even suffer instant death damage.

but just because you don't die, you can't move without your legs, and you can't wave your weapon without your arms, in short, if you can push it until you're powerless, that's fine.

Kilvan's advanced range attack magic, the Great Flash Cannon (Lux Fo-Sblast), boasts tremendous power, as it killed the vigilantes in one blow.

Furthermore, no help exists to prevent Kilvan from attacking, beyond the impossibility of dodging, as fanaticism (Basark) increases his arm strength but not up to his defense.

(Hmm, a sane magician would calmly be able to put up even one of the defensive magics, but a crazy head can make that decision)

Kilvan, convinced of the victory, therefore, although he gave cover shooting and instructions, he did not intend to lay down the life of the firing just by letting it stand.

He finishes a short chant of about seconds - before that, the enemy, the black magician, Chrono, moved first.

――

The voice didn't reach my ear, but at that moment when I thought Chrono groaned his right arm loudly, the black smoke suddenly spread.

"It's a waste of time, blind eye, etc!

Kilvan, who at that time had completely finished the chant, only thought, as the dialogue suggests, that it was useless for the enemy to scratch his feet.

Kilvan should have wondered, however, that he acted outside of the attack, even though he was in a state of fanaticism (basark).

In other words, we should have assumed that the enemy had not yet lost his calm ability to think.

"Big Flash Cannon (Lux Fo-Sblast)!

But even if he came to that point, he wouldn't have stopped attacking now.

Kilvan unleashed his all-over attack magic on an invisible target toward a black smoke that was already too thick to be seen an inch ahead of him.

It illuminates the darkness but thrusts through the black smoke, expansively illuminating the light of high heat.

Before that too dazzling light, the soldiers turn away and Kilvan also closes his eyelids for a moment to close his sight.

(determined)

So he shrugged in his heart and opened his eyes again to Kilvan's eyes, an incredible sight.

"Ahhhhhhh!

There was an angry sorcerer who flipped his black coat and wrapped an aura of fanaticized (basark) red magic from both eyes as well as his entire body.

(What, intact, stupid like that -)

In the underdeveloped otherworlds of science, the nature of 'light' is not known.

Light is only in the air in the first place, and its power is greatly diminished, and it is only in the absence of any 'obstacle’ to vacuum in space that light can pass through all the energy it is meant to have.

Thus, in water, fog, water vapor, etc. have the effect of attenuating the power of light more than air.

Chrono succeeded in halving the power of 'Big Flash Cannon (Lux Fo-Sblast)', or laser light, by releasing 'Black Smoke', which disperses large quantities of particles with 'Dark' attributes that absorb even more light than dense water vapors.

And no matter how advanced, an attack with power falling in half isn't enough to pierce Chrono's shield.

Krono thus prevented the attack brilliantly, but Kilvan has no reason to know the principle or anything else.

But Kilvan, who was so upset, was not a young recruit, but a white sorcerer of war.

Tighten your mind and enter the defensive system immediately.

"- White Light Giant Shield (Lux Algarea Sild)!

Kilvan, who saw a mass of black magic unfolding around Chrono, perceived it to be the source of offensive magic that pierced the soldier with every chainmail.

My distance is already dozens of meters, within the range of the enemy's attack magic, no matter what you think, and Kilvan, who just carried out the attack, can't move into immediate counter-attack action.

Once there was no other hand than to prevent the enemy from attacking.

"" White Shield (Lux Almasild) ""

The decision was the same for the two magicians who refrained on both sides.

"Break ah!!

Krono shot the demon bullet at the same time as he jumped towards Kilvan.

Its aim is two white magicians who support Kilvan.

Baggin '!

A pitch-black fully armored bullet (full metal jacket) pierces the junction of light, but it is not pierced.

I prevented it, yes. The moment the white magician appeased at the same time, the two brain weather burst.

His arms, which protruded forward to tighten the line, drooled powerless and fell on his back as he did.

They wouldn't have known why the bullet they were supposed to have prevented had penetrated.

No, we lost consciousness, unaware that we were dead in the first place.

Only Chrono and Kilvan know how the two magicians died.

(In the same spot where I shot him, I let him hit me on top of the other... Why is such a hit accuracy even though he's in a fanaticism (basark)...)

Kilvan did see, towards a black bullet stabbed in the junction, where Chrono stacked a new bullet in different dimensions and pierced the junction.

It may have seemed like a coincidence if it were just one person, but when they are both shown shot through the head in a similar way at the same time, I have to determine that this black magician continues to retain his incredible hitting accuracy, even if he is crazy.

Kilvan gets more and more upset, a series of things is a continuum of incredible things.

But you can't leave now.

"Death, no, no. Yeah, yeah!!

There is no way you can retreat from an enemy shouting the curse and waving up a giant wax.

(Yes, I can't leave, I can't lose, I can't lose, I'm the substitute priest of God against such an evil sorcerer as this incarnation of the devil!

Before the impending blade of darkness, Kilvan prayed with all his heart as he added more magic to his defensive magic.

"God, give this me the power to pay evil. Eh!

A blade of dark curse finally waves down to the white and glowing holy kingdom.

"Death, no, no. Yeah, yeah!!

Full swing of force, no swordsmanship mould or anything, with a curse on his torso held by both hands.

"God..."

The voice of a youth priest screaming something,

Gaggyyyyy in!!

The blade is scratched off by the sound of impact that hits the white junction.

(Damn, stiff!

The shield of light that protects the priest only slightly devoured the black blade, and I can't feel the clue to cleave any more.

This priest is a powerful white magic user, not as good as Saliel, where boulders are only generals?

But no matter how strong, only this man really has to be killed in this place right now.

"So more, more, give me strength. Yeah, yeah!!

Therefore, he responded to his wish: "Curse" Tsukuba ".

"Wow, wow."

The black blade does raise a 'voice’.

At the same time, magic is sucked out of both palms so intensely that it is incomparable before.

I gradually lose all sensation from the tip of my finger, but the power to actually wield the swing of the swing actually weakens, but rather becomes stronger and stronger.

Whether it was blood or magic, I did capture a change in the shape of a black blade in the corner of my vision that began to take on a red moya.

(Well, this is-)

Sucking the blood of numerous Crusader soldiers, plus eating my black magic and hatred, The Curse "Tsukuba,"

(Evolve!

It evolved into a "grudge" and a "rift".

"Break, break, break, break!!

A pitch-black blade, transformed into a larger and more disastrous shape, begins to tear the junction apart.

"Stupid!? Like this -"

To the changing shape of the weapon, the multiplication of power startles the priest to open his eyes.

The evolutionary Xu not only increases its cleavage, but also gives it an even greater ascending effect in terms of physical strengthening.

Not only that, until now, the treatment of pigeons was such that they were naturally acquired, even the activation of "martial arts" was possible by evolution.

"Blackie, no, no!

Leaving a black trajectory flashing across one letter.

"Black", a martial arts technique that brings about a tremendous increase in slashing power, truly lightly cut off the priest's body with every shield of light.

Ripped his belly and the upper body of the priest, which became two, flies.

I heard the priest unleashed during his death, bathing without even avoiding the return blood.

"God... why are you forsaking me..."