Kuro no Maou

Stunning and anger mix up and disturb my mind.

Those white masks and the painful days of being made to fight monsters every day without knowing what to do are still burning clearly in my brain without fading.

Still, in my life since I met Lily, I restored my peace of mind.

Even now that the Crusaders fought this way to destroy the village of Iles and let the villagers escape, I never thought that the mask of that experimental facility was that direct.

But...

"Hey, you've been living a pretty good life with a bunch of women, and no, you can't take all these Gerokus demons and fight them desperately. Oh, is this country that important? Ah?"

Name one of those white masks, this man has shown up.

Why, why, now - such a question goes straight out of your mouth, forgetting all the rush of conversation.

"You're here to bring me back. So, what do you mean?

"It's not like the Gentiles are familiar with humans, Ola!

- I just wanted to say, it's okay. Teme's special, I'm not going to hang out with him. "

A man walking in a carefree manner, advancing into the middle of the street.

(Chrono, can I kill this guy?

Lily, who stands next door, speaks through telepathy.

(No, wait, he's got a bunch of questions to ask.

I know I don't have time for this... just hang out with me for a little while)

(Mmm, if Chrono says so, fine.

Oh, but I'll tell you something first, I already -)

I don't have time to be transformed.

"Ah, Lily!?

Lily, wrapped in dazzling light and looking like a girl,

"Chrono."

I went back to being a toddler again.

"Buhaha! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't want to."

Guerraggera and the indefensibly laughing man, hide so Lily can cling to my feet so I can escape that uncomfortable gaze.

"Ugh!

Lily turns her blatantly grumpy face to the man, like a threatening cat.

"Answer my question."

"It's a coincidence. By chance, you come all the way to the continent of Pandora (like this) to chase Temehe alone.

But if we find him like this, we're gonna have to catch him, right? I've had zero deserters so far, and Temei's done it to me. "

I don't know if it's a coincidence or how serious you are, but it's more natural to assume that he came here for a different purpose than because he's my chaser.

"Hehe, you look so hard, Temei really knows his trick and our trick. Don't look at me."

"What's your purpose? Why did I, no, summon us to this world?

"Geez, I'm gonna explain that to you. I don't have an in-laws, if you want to know, go ask Jizii directly who's in Elysion.

I think you can tell me how many kids you've toyed with in total. "

A man with a funny-looking grin on his heart, dammit, you're kidding me everywhere.

"Don't look so scared, if you're going to get caught so hard, you can give me some more service and tell me what I know -"

At that time, someone lurking in the left and right bushes jumps out onto the street.

Except for the common denominator of being deeply helmed, light armor and piecemeal outfits of leather and metal, perhaps a mercenary regiment that has launched an attack yesterday.

Judging by the size of his body, two men and two women total four.

The move to gather quickly to the man shows that there is no waste and that he is not, as it seems, a mediocre mercenary.

"- For example, he begged for his life."

When the man played one finger, in response to the sound, the four mercenaries took off the helm covering their heads.

"These bastards... they're a new experiment."

Four young men and women whose age would not be so different from mine.

The face that caused the helm to be removed and exposed, and the dark hair and dark eyes, definitely showed that they were the same Japanese as me.

"It's an experimental unit made up of experimental number 100 (hand-red number), and it's really supposed to lead this kid, not me, number 49, Teme, right?

On station 100, you've continued to add more than 50 victims since then.

I can't forgive you, but maybe I don't have a word to say to them that I just ran away and didn't even think about crushing that lab or organization.

Most of all, my words will never reach them who have completely lost themselves and become doll-like.

There is no light in the eyes of the four, coloured in black like a darkly precipitated bottomless marsh, and the head is well fitted with an example white ring, which is also abominable to see.

I can tell because I have experience putting that on, that they will never regain consciousness of themselves again.

"So, what do you say? Surrender over here. Temei will be the captain of the experimental unit (Handled Numbers) as planned, of course, with this Thought Controller (Enseling)."

On the nigga side where the man was uncomfortable, he put a ring on the girl's head that he refrained from next door with his fingertips.

I don't know what you mean by 'thought controller (angeling)', you're making a joke about naming me, and my chest feces get worse and worse.

"No, you and all of these experimental subjects will be killed on this occasion."

Place the right hand cuff and left hand tact.

I can't afford to have any more conversations, and I wouldn't be willing to talk about it any more.

"Come on, it's cold, Temei et al. It's the same race as‘ Nihongjin ’, right? I'm not gonna help you or anything. Wake up?

"You know best that you removed the ring in 'that state', and no more consciousness, no more memory, and you're not going back to normal."

In the first place, I'm not so overconfident that I can save them as much as I can protect myself.

I can't afford to have pity on my ‘enemies' under these circumstances.

Then it would be a pity to kill him in one breath to avoid being used like this son of a bitch's good any more.

"Shit, you stink everywhere, you have no choice - it's unsealed (unlocked), bust the 49th limb and bring it in front of me"

Copy that.

At the same time as the words, the gear wrapped around the four experimental bodies breaks down like black particles and spreads in the hollow.

The extinguishing armor will be replaced with a gray robe as it is, and in no time will they all look the same.

"" Prepare for battle - ""

With his right hand, the black particles converge and instantly form a long black sword (long sword), as opposed to the armor disappearing.

With your left hand, just like a sword, black particles shape tact.

And the extremes float behind them with three identical long swords in their hands, nothing fixed in the air.

"" - Done ""

"The same black magic as me, huh?"

It's as if you've seen all my actions so far, I didn't expect you to be armed in the same style so far.

If you really mean using the exact same moves, it would be a one-to-four simple force comparison.

No, if you want to add that nigger-faced joke guy, there are five enemies.

"Chrono! Lily works hard too!

"Yes, you did."

A grin unwittingly spills over Lily's figure of pulling the hem of a gouge and a robe to assert herself.

Yes, I have a comforting partner, unlike when I was in an experimental facility fighting alone.

Now that they've brought their experimental bodies, they deserve more hate than anything else.

- Let's go.

I'll do everything in my power to make you regret what you've done before me.

"Uh-oh!

A Vulcan sword slashes the light golem under one knife as it smashes all the body armor (full plate mails) just to look like a paperworker.

"Ha, that's not really handy."

Until earlier, when he truly boasted a steel defense and played a death fight with a heavy knight unit made up of elites, the only thing nicer than this figure is the surprisingly clapping strength.

"Hey, don't stand out too much, Vulcan, this is still goblin. You're strong, there's plenty of you."

A warrior of the same party member Beastman pulls a Vulcan who is single and likely to jump into the enemy vortex.

"Evil, no, no, no, no. That's how I fought earlier, you know."

If a sharp wolf's gaze glimpses around, it turns out that there are members on the basic battle placement of the 'Vulcan Power', which I've been used to seeing for quite some time now.

However, another warrior, formed in the absence of him, who was incorporated into the Assault Squad and lost his life in the midst of a fierce battle with the Heavy Knight Squad, invites the members to grieve.

"Hang on, it's not like a joint sweep quest for Hutu in this state."

If we turn our attention to the neighborhood, just like ourselves, the other adventurers gather more together between the parties, as they should, and quickly place themselves with the avant-garde guards.

Warrior-centric parties are also seen to be down to about half a dozen because of the high rate of attrition of assault troops, but there they compensate for their personnel well with solo adventurers and other parties.

During the quest, it is also dangerous, such as the opponent's one-sided thoughts and deception, to have a smooth system of cooperation in front of the enemy, but the members here have become more binding than they can trust, at least during this urgent quest, throughout the battle in Alsace.

Therefore, there was no anxiety about each other naturally depositing their backs, concentrating on the enemies in front of them and allowing them to deal with them quickly.

"Come on, let's get rid of this doll - hey!

To the signs of killing and magic reflexively directed at me, jump up the sword and guard the attack that would fly in after the moment.

"What about him?!?

Enemy attack magic, which has flown by intuition, is brilliantly prevented by the fullness of "Tooth Sword/Bad Eating" and absorbed by every magical sword that constitutes magic.

But Vulcan did see the feel of a hard attack that slapped the blade of bad eating for a moment, and more importantly the black line of a small bullet flying at higher speeds.

"It's Chrono's Demon Bullet (Barrett Arts)!

I don't think he's crazy and misfired, etc.

Because the enemy that would have unleashed the attack appeared right in front of him.

"Ha, you're kidding, you can also use the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts) on Omake!

The appearance of an enemy flying up into the air with the shoulders of a light golem in scaffold imitating the appearance of a large heavy knight was oddly similar in appearance and equipment to that of Chrono, except that the robe was gray in colour.

He has a long black sword (long sword) in his right hand, a gray tact in his left hand, and two black blades behind him, the same as the sword he hands, following the surgeon so that he floats.

The gray chrono ‘Modki’, slashed straight from the top towards Vulcan, shoots out two blackened swords in anticipation of when his blade and his opponent's will fit.

"Shit, you're hurting me. You're attacking me."

The Great Sword swings full swing at the opponent waving the blade with one right hand, with momentum like hitting the unleashed ball back with a bat.

Leach's long blade of bad eating reaches his opponent first, his sword exchanges as it is, but after a moment Vulcan, who wins with power, bounces back.

The two black swords that fly in shortly afterwards use the wind that wraps around the whole body thanks to the protection of "Lonely Wolf Wolfgand," and gloriously flush the blade as it is.

The sword that missed the human wolf's giant stab, one of which immediately danced through the universe to return to the operator, while the other ate the blow of the sword waved down with a returning sword in its belly, crushing its black body to pieces and pushing it into an unusable state.

Are you out of your mind?

There was already no grey robe operator in front of him, he flew backwards as he was bounced in the first blow, and once again went into the flock of dolls, hiding himself like an assassin.

Once the distance is open, Vulcan erects a sword without alarm, checking the left and right with only his gaze, and understanding the surrounding conditions.

(Oh, come on, seriously, there's quite a few lurking in this chrono ‘modoki’)

Seeing it, I caught my eye even though I didn't like the way adventurers were attacked in the same way I did.

I let myself pull in a meeting of a union with that strength, but the others do not do so so well.

No one is accustomed to that method of attack, manipulating three blades at the same time by being single.

Even those in Rank 3 suffer minor hand injuries, a nasty attack.

"Hey, watch out, there's a mix of guys who use the same technique as Chrono!

"" Roger!

"Damn, these troublesome people are Krono's people..."

With so much stupidity, Vulcan, waving up the Great Sword, had no reason to know, such as on the other side of the black barbed wire, confronting the ‘people involved’ whose chrono never thought he would meet again.