Kuro no Maou

Chrono, a young man in black armor named Rudra's spine runs chills as soon as he stood up to take out his shadow.

(Excellent, I didn't know I could ever look like such a user anymore)

At the same time, I learned to rejoice.

Chrono's hands are lit like blood vessels with a disastrous crimson line on his pitch-black body, and the entire weapon is constantly raised with a creepy aura of red and black.

Even the village daughter who has grabbed it would say "it's a curse weapon" if she saw this.

Whoever sees it has strong enough resentment to enlighten him that he is "cursed" at a glance, that is, nothing more than a testament to the fact that he is quite at the top of a few cursed weapons.

(It's also a complete curse)

Krono is quietly standing on his big huddle, pointing his black and red eyes straight this way, hosting the light of reason.

Rudra has had several past experiences dealing with the mad in the hands with the weapon of curse, but this was the first time anyone dealt with the weapon of curse while sane.

That, too, is such a powerful weapon of curse.

I wonder how much blood you let the blade suck, and I can tell that number won't be ten or twenty.

Because so did I myself.

(My love knife "Blood Sucking Princess" Zhu Dye "can't beat the amount of blood I sipped)

Rudra kept the grin from coming to her.

Don't finish me off with a knife.

No sound, no knife pull.

"Zhu Xuan"

For a moment, freed from the sheath was a brilliant white blade - no, a bloody body stained with crimson red.

"Huh!?

Stunning colors float on Chrono's face.

The reaction is impossible, the distance is still a few meters from each other, it is obvious that if Rudra looks at the length of the knife on her hips, she will not be able to swing and reach it on the spot.

But in reality, the blade zeroes my distance and stretches all the way to Chrono's body.

(This one sword that turns the blood you sipped into a blade and makes no mistake, come on Chrono, how do you take it!

Avoid those who are confident in speed, prevent those who are confident in hardness, and those who are not strong enough will have their torso separated up and down without exception.

Thus, Chrono's response is:

"Red."

The colour of the blade, which is shaken more than (10), is the same red.

And martial arts with the same sounding name are intercepted once again with a blade constructed of sipped blood in the same way.

Crossing crimson sword flashes.

When they sounded a metallic sound that they did not think was made of blood, they became red sumptuous to each other and disappeared into the darkness of night.

"I didn't know anyone would use the same moves"

(That's why I'm surprised, huh, funny, this guy is-)

Seeing Chrono raise a voice like a heartfelt impression, Rudra was convinced, as she expected, no, it was more than that,

(Seriously worth the slaughter!

I decided that I was going to go out on this cursed weapon youngster to do everything I could for the past few years that I had only ever done to my high-ranking monster opponent.

That also means exposing the true figure to the other person.

"Chrono, don't get me wrong, let's just say it first"

Moments later, Rudra's senses explode and swell.

The sight, which was only visible a few meters away, reflects the surrounding scenery with the brightness of the sunshining midday.

The ears, which only picked up enough blood blades to smash, are now so acute that I would even feel the beating of the relative chrono.

The sense of smell that separates the haunted smell of grass and earth, the sense of touch that makes the air flow so obvious, and the sixth sense that it senses various signs of killing, magic and invisibility with the eyes.

The more the world itself spreads, the more it feels, but from a chrono's point of view, it can only feel the changes that appear outside rather than such inner changes.

The blue eyeballs congest, the white eyes stain red, and some of the teeth deform into fangs like those held by the beast man.

In Pandora, where diverse races exist, the slightest is not so different from humans, such as the change in Rudra, but that is why its minor differences also stand out for humans.

Chrono, who saw the true figure, that is, Rudra, who took what the species was meant to be, would have instantly figured out who it was.

"My class is only a swordsman, no, I guess I should say 'samurai' more than using a sword. Therefore, all my attacks do not use magic with one of these swords."

Why bother saying that?

That's close to a declaration, for example, that a magically good elf fights only with a sword.

It is widely known that the race of Rudra is so magical that they line up in the elves.

"- That means using all the magic of vampires (vampires) for martial arts"

"Vampire..."

I've seen all kinds of races before, but this is the first time I've seen a vampire.

In a congested red eyeball, two fangs peeking out of his mouth, I see, the more he is told, the more he seems to be.

But more to worry about than that is that a species called vampires can have pretty powerful physical abilities.

It's a body that's done like that sick guy, yet boasts superior arm power over humans, and because of the properties of vampires, the best status is magic.

The magic that can be held at a high level that is just approaching the elves is generally due to the fact that vampires are said to have many sorcerer classes, but at the same time they also have the power to go hand in hand, which in general can be described as much more troublesome than elf sorcerers.

Vampires boasting such overwhelming abilities, but this is also a natural dish. Absolutely a small number of individuals, so I don't see too many in the city.

Should I say I'm not twisted that we're going to meet here, too?

"Come."

But you're not gonna run off on me if they're vampires, and you're not gonna forgive me over there.

Rudra has already set up a red sword with both hands, which remains unplugged, and she's going straight into it.

"Black!

Fast stepping in, enough to cross that crazy jote.

That's the only hand I can hit, not so much faster than waving a squirrel in my hand as it is, rather than intercepting it with a demon bullet or a demon sword.

"Zhu Yi Shi"

Rudra's sword is just as aura as the curse, but bright red as blood and xia, wrapped around it, and no matter what, it doesn't look like a normal weapon.

Maybe it's a curse weapon, because there's no absolute performance difference between each other's weapons.

The only thing that determines a battle is each other's strength.

Kickin 'in!

And the blades of black and red sounded high and were scattered with sparks from one another.

"Knock."

Strong, should I say heavier than.

A blow from a slender body is powerful enough to antagonize a bustersword-like blade.

So the sword speed is as fast and sharp as the Japanese knife imagines, outpacing this one.

If it's a pure swordsmanship battle, you lose, then say where I'm going to win, power?

Vampires beyond human arm power, but that's the same thing as me, this body has already stopped humans.

"Ha!

It was shortly after we had a martial arts meeting, but our positions barely collapsed with each other, and they continued to slash at close range.

"Sick!

Black and red sword flashes draw several trajectories between moments, sometimes bumping into each other to scatter sparks and magic.

Physically enough to seem forever, but the time wouldn't actually be ten seconds away, what I felt instantly in the midst of the offense was that I still couldn't win with just my sword.

My rolling slaughter is not good enough to be avoided, but when I capture the target's body for sure, it is always flushed to slip with a knife.

I don't have the power to push this through.

Perhaps I'm better at pure arm strength, but Rudra has the skill in swordsmanship that outweighs that slight difference.

And more importantly, the blade has blurred the distinction on my body many times already.

If it were an apprentice robe, as usual, it wouldn't even be fatal, but it would have forced him to bleed quite a bit, because he was equipped with full body armor to combat greedgore, and somehow he could still be intact.

A boulder, a vampire but just a piece of sword, eating a blow enough to break off armor if we keep slashing each other like this won't be talking about such a distant future.

But this isn't a swordsmanship match, the battle can't be determined by sword arms alone.

"Shadow Tentacle (Anchor Hand)"

Another cursed weapon that wraps my hand around while holding the pattern with both hands, no, I call it protective gear "Made to Suck!" The "brunette curse" coffin ", to be called a maid of honor, creates a wire as thin as brunette from the back of its hand and operates it so that it can be entangled in Rudra.

In this fast-paced attack, you wouldn't have been able to break the thought and focus of wielding magic at the same time as wielding it without using the effect of a powerful equipment (maid), the Globe.

"Huh!?

Rudra was quick to react, whether that was due to pure reflex nerves, or a sixth sense, or both, before the black-haired curse strikes, step back and take off the intermission.

Besides, it's not over just running away, to prevent my next move, Rudra swings her sword to the side,

"Zhu Xuan"

Martial arts were used to break even from the outside of the meeting.

"Black Shield"

However, the black magic fiber that already serves as the material for the shield that protects me is in front of me, and it takes only a short amount of time to release martial arts, so that I can prevent it without waving it again.

A black shield, roughly two meters long enough to cover and hide my entire body, arrives with a blade of blood I've seen before as it is braided and built with a brunette wire.

The blade of blood cleaves the hard magic fiber, but it stops in the middle with no fulfilment of complete amputation.

The black shield (shield) disappears rapidly from the cutting surface, just as the activation of the martial arts ends and the red fillet spreads.

"I should name my class for once, too."

But it was enough to stop this blow, already, and ready to fight back.

That would have seemed like Rudra, too, with the shield that temporarily concealed me disappearing.

I'm not a swordsman.

"Absolute grudge" "Neck Break" is not already in my hand, instead, "Right arm of Larspun" on my left hand and "Gun" loaded on my right hand.

And a band of thousands of bullets surrounding my body and ten blackened swords floating like wings behind my back.

- He's a black wizard.

Come on, vampire samurai, take my full bullet fire (full burst).