Kuro no Maou

That was after several manoeuvres experiments, experiment number 49.

"Don't you like number 49?

Cyprus was abruptly uttered such a word by Bishop Judas, who made him director of the Third Institute and commanded the Divine Soldier Plan.

"No, such a thing..."

I don't see any change in expression because I wear a 'purifying device (filter mask)' in the shape of a white mask covering all my bare faces.

But Judas went on with his words with certainty, as if he were seeing through Cyprus's mind.

"It's rare, someone who can stay sane."

"Forty-nine's self is almost gone already, it's only a matter of time before it's completely gone."

"That won't be the case.

You don't mind if I eat my own consciousness until the last time I disappear?

Cyprus responds in silence.

Under my eyes, I can see number 49, which finished defeating three golems, turning back to my cell.

Fighting out number 49 without any equipment against a real golem with a rocky giant body and a power that can be crushed with a fist, such as a human being, looks like a full creation.

But its Gentile-specific black eyes are still home to powerful will and the light of life.

(Oh yeah, I don't like those eyes)

Cyprus clearly had frustrating emotions against No. 49, which was hopeless and never frenetic, while understanding that it was the body of an experiment that never had salvation.

(You know, your heart always breaks, you're not ready, you're determined, you're proud, you don't help shit before the ‘pain’ of reality.

So no, there's no way to stay sane here, Teme. La trashy Gentiles have to cry, summon, go crazy, give up everything, and despair like no other before they erase themselves in The Thought Controller (Enseling).

I want to see ‘that kind of thing' and I'm here for 'The Secret of White', I guess not, but I hope you break it exactly how I want you to)

Number 49 had already disappeared across the dark aisle, even as he pulled one leg.

"- The only reason the 49th can stay sane is simply because the material of the ‘offering’ was good, it would have also enhanced the spirituality to some extent"

While suppressing his frustrating heart, he worked and calmly returned his opinion to Judas in his position as a single researcher.

"Hmm, if that makes you feel comfortable, you should think so."

So Judas left as he lost interest.

Cyprus, who drooped his head off Judas walking away,

(You're kidding me, Jizzy, there's no such thing as a ‘sane man’. It's just that number 49 works somewhat patiently, and it's bound to break within close range, yes, it's just that it's still bearable, and he's like all the other Gentiles, isn't he special?)

However, until the completion of the self-sealing by the Thought Controller (Ensel Ring), No. 49 remained conscious without going mad.

Three steel giants, dressed in countless bullet marks, make a noise and fall to the ground.

"I prevented it with light golems -"

The demon bullet released from the air (Barrett Arts) was securely capturing the man on its rays.

However, it was not defensive magic or martial arts that prevented that bullet rain, but a light golem that imitated the appearance of this heavy knight.

- Summoner?

"You're not just a summoner, you're a senior summoner (Hi Summoner) Cyprus, you don't think a bean cannon like that works."

A man named Cyprus, with an extra grin.

If you think of the power that made you instantly summon three light golems instead of shields, it doesn't seem like it's just a hackneyed and wrinkled wax.

Perhaps you have enough user-demons (savants) to think you can kill me.

"Hey, number 49, Teme, you think you can kill me?

"I don't think so, kill me."

Place a right-hand jab and recall the blackened sword thrown at the two rear experiments.

The two behind them are not dead yet, so the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts) is pointing the blade backwards to be vigilant.

But when the enemy says he's out in front of his leader, the two behind him have no sign of wonder or attack.

"Hehe, right - hey, you guys can go kid and witch"

Signs of the experiment disappear from behind, apparently you sent Lily and Fiona, but what the hell is he thinking about taking off his men on purpose?

Is it that you are so confident that you will defeat me by yourself?

"If you can, I'll take him alive, 'cause I'll use him later."

"You..."

It's the first experience I've had in my mind that I've learned so much anger in just one word.

Don't make a lousy statement to my people.

"Oh, what, are you seriously kidding me? Is it that important that you're such a teme woman, huh?

Replies are swords, not words.

Shoot one of the blackened swords out towards the eyebrows of Cyprus.

"Ha-ha-ha."

The sword strike flashes, the plucked brilliant silver filling and the pitch-black sword bounced in the hollow.

The man pulled out his knife within a moment and showed off the blow of the blackened sword with a long sword (long sword) hosting a thin bonyard of light with a magnificent prevention.

I'm not just a summoner (Summoner), maybe I'll use martial arts as well, like a swordsman.

"- Okay, number 49, I thought you needed a ‘sole’ to break Teme."

"What are you talking about?

"I'm talking about this one, don't worry about it -"

Cyprus swings a white short wand (wand) in his left hand to enter the chant.

As always, I don't know what that word means, but I only name myself a senior summoner (High Summoner), and the chant is spun to flow and the skill is discernible.

"Devil's Sword (Sword Arts), pierce!

Throw in all six blackened swords, unlikely to silently overlook a chant on a magical opponent.

Three straight from the front, one from the left and one from the right, and one towards the brain, each flying towards the target as they draw a black trajectory.

"Ha, late!

A half-handed Cyprus sets up a silver long sword (long sword) like fencing with one right hand.

But it's not the poke that rolls out of it, it's the high-speed serial slaughter.

Six blackened swords arrive at the same time, but three approaching from the front are gently bounced off by a sword trident.

The three aiming from the left and right and directly from the top avoid the blade with a minimum body span, as if all directions were visible.

The two flights, left and right, are manipulated to be immediately returned to hand, but the blackened sword, aimed directly from the top, stands upright on the ground because Cyprus has dodged them.

Before pulling it out and putting it back, by a flash of silver, the blackened sword was amputated with black magic and steel scattered.

Cyprus, which brilliantly attempted a simultaneous attack with six swords, has crossed the line of swordsmen.

But that's not the only reason I broke the Sword easily.

"Could it be made of Holy Silver (Mithril)!?

"You fool, at first glance, you know!

Holy Silver (Mithril) is a magical metal refined by ore and special methods with high purity white magic.

The light that dwells in that body is not Dada, light as a feather if you shake it, but the blow you roll out is heavier than steel.

I guess the use of the Sacred Silver (Mithril) sword allowed me to play a quick sword flash and a lightly blackened sword.

The base of my blackened sword is a long steel sword (long sword), and the only magic that resides is the black magic that is coated.

In contrast, the sword made of St. Silver (Mithril) houses a high concentration of white magic in the body itself, with an overwhelming difference in the amount of magic the weapon possesses.

While black magic has the effect of increasing simple hardness and cleavage, it is not known in detail what white magic does to the sword.

But whatever it is, there is no substitute for some kind of reinforcement being activated, you can say that the magic that resides in the weapon is converted into attack power with equals as it is, which is why the magic weapon is treasured.

And even a weapon that houses magic is called a ‘curse weapon’, and the sword equipped by Cyprus is a powerful weapon that, no matter how you look at it, does not possess a curse or anything else, but only benefits from magic.

"Goddamn luxurious equipment..."

If it were the sword of Holy Silver (Mithril), this' curse '"cleft belly' 'could also be taken without difficulty, the compatibility sucks.

"Dude, you're gonna have trouble getting me to think of you as just a guy with equipment, huh? I'll show you the superior summoner. -" The Black Eating White Snake (Climb Eater). "

The effect of the earlier chant is finally activated.

Four magic formations emerge, about a meter straight, painted in white light behind Cyprus. The characters and patterns written there seem to make sense, but other than black magic, there's no way you can decipher what it means to me at all.

And within seconds, the namesake demon (Servant), who says' Black Eating White Snake (Climb Eater) ', appears more like it than the Magic Formation.

Kisher!

That's a serpent with a white scale, exactly as the name suggests.

A round thicker torso than my arm, about three meters long, I might say smaller than Anaconda, but when a snake of this size actually shows up, it's so intimidating that it can be described as a serpent.

Bright red eyes are staring at me and making my long, cracked tongue tickle ahead, do you think I look so delicious?

In addition to the shapes that stir up fear for a man named Snake, his whole body is pure white and his eyes are red. Albino coloring is reminiscent of Saliel, which gives me a greater sense of bad taste.

The strange thing, however, is that as many as four 'Black-eating White Snakes (Climb Eaters)' are only gently wrapped around the tip of their tails on the shoulders and torso of Cyprus, while their bodies are fixed in hollow.

Cyprus itself stands in a tattered manner with its sword in place, as if it did not feel the weight, even though it would have the corresponding weight if it were that big.

"What's the matter, you're not freaking out forever. Call me, I'm dealing with you in a corner sashimi, okay?

I'm not going to ride a clear provocation, but it's the fact that I can't afford time over here, and if I set it up, it's still coming from me.

The ability of the 'Black-eating White Snake (Climb Eater)' user demon is utterly unknown, looking at it as dangerous to approach upright, first of all:

"Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts)"

Long-range strikes are good.

Hundreds of bullets that appear instantly are shot out with a wave of tact.

There is no escape gap in this black barrage, there is no other way to prevent it as it was earlier, or to jump out loud and escape out of the ray.

Cyprus still has no sign of moving with both feet on the ground with an invincible grin.

His choice was defense, and the moment he thought so, all the demon bullets disappeared.

"... what?

Not to avoid, not to play, but to disappear, yes, hundreds of black bullets have neglected to disappear in the present day, which reaches Cyprus.

There was no movement on him, nor did the serpent demon show any movement to shelter the Lord with himself.

Oh, my God, what's going on? Complete disabling of magic? Is such a move possible?

"Hey, come on, number 49."

"Chi - Demon Sword (Sword Arts)"

It's more of an attack for now than a mess.

Throw the blackened sword, which became the last two, straight, and then shoot the demon bullet in again.

Cyprus still doesn't move standing, but

Shah!

Now the snake moved.

Wrapped around his shoulder, two snakes, as if they had become new arms, wrapped around a blackened sword that flew in with a large mouth open.

Bakin, and the sound of metal crushing was heard, while the black magic that coated his body was fogged as if it had evaporated.

The swordsmashing serpent just told me not to eat unsavory things, and threw up the remains of a sword on the ground that could not already serve as a weapon.

The demon bullet that arrives while doing so still disappeared from the edge it arrived at when it approached Cyprus until a certain certain time.

"Well, I get it -"

Lower the tact and stop the demon bullet from firing.

Because it turned out to be futile no more.

"- Absorption of black magic (Drain), that's who the snake is capable of."

"Even a boulder fool realizes that much, but I don't know if you'll understand, uh, number 49, until Koto says there's nothing he can do about it in Tokoro"

I could understand why he was so confident and relative before me.

You know he's a researcher, and all I can use is black magic with black magic.

Then, if black magic is disabled by the absorption of black magic (drain), I am only a somewhat enhanced human being and my overall combat ability drops exceptionally.

You mean it was a mistake at the beginning, when I was after him, and now I'm not changing players to Lily or Fiona.

Damn it, if you're a researcher, you naturally mean you have effective weapons to control the experimental body.

"Are you saying you rushed off on something like that because I got away with it?

"Yes, when I found Temehe, I wish I could easily catch him, I never really dreamed I'd use him, but hi-ha!

You're kidding me everywhere.

But it's hard to defeat him with black magic sealed.

Not only does that snake replace a shield that just absorbs black magic, but it becomes too much of a threat to be eaten alive, even if it is simply bitten and attacked.

Worst case scenario, I might even exercise some white magic.

In Omake, Cyprus itself is equipped with the sword of Holy Silver (Mithril) and has considerable knowledge of swordsmanship.

"Awkward, I don't see a winning chance, what to do -"