Kuro no Maou

It was like a herd of whales pecking at carcasses.

The black shadow that attaches to the neckless corpse of a man whose head has been thoroughly slashed off. But if you look closely, you'll be able to tell it's a bat, not a whale.

The bat is a user-demon (servant) created by the main rudra of a rolling vampire here.

There were several ways to make it, even when it comes to using demons (servants), catching and teaching monsters, creating golems out of inorganic objects, and this bat demon was created using his own flesh, so to speak, the type that could be called a single person.

The demon of the use of bats produced by vampires is famous, but Rudra was also exercising these bats without leaking into the example. It is to the credit of their demons of use that Chrono and his three adventurers perceived early approaching the hall.

Such faithful and brilliant bats were attached to the flesh of the Lord without a neck and fruited, whether to devour or to mourn.

Whatever their mission is, it would have been instantly understandable if they had seen the sights happening here, even if they were villagers without magical knowledge.

First, the user demon breaks the shape of the bat it is now in and returns to what it should be.

What it looked like was blood, yet the bat instantly transformed into red and black liquid so that the ice dissolved.

The blood build-up thus made, as if it were slime, covers the neck where the cross section is exposed and penetrates from the cut blood vessel to the inside.

No, that sounds like the flesh is absorbing a body that has become a mass of blood.

As thirsty throats sought water, the flesh hungry for blood quickly sucked up all the identities gathered on this occasion.

Shortly after I finished absorbing my last split, the fingertips of the neckless corpse moved to cramp pickly.

It was neither a wind prank nor a reflexive occurrence of muscle contractions, nothing more than purely, moved by one's own will.

As a result, the body without its neck rose flat on the spot.

No, it was already not a corpse, it was just a living body with no neck.

The body walks straight out to the lost head, albeit slightly bent.

Blue eyes were already caught at this time as my body slowly approached me.

As such, he held his head with both hands in such a way that even the fallout picked it up, and returned to the position where it should have been, where Rudra, who had earlier played a death fight with Chrono, remained unchanged.

"You're immature..."

The resurrected Rudra first uttered the word.

It was not directed at Chrono, who had left without exactly stabbing Todome at himself, a vampire, but at himself, who had been purely defeated.

"Again, I never thought I'd live forever with the intrinsic magic (extra) of a pureblood species (True Vampire)"

On the other hand, there are rare races, no, to be called blood families, that are strong in power and magic, a small number of vampires, but boast even a few more, more powerful abilities in them, and even have special intrinsic magic (extras).

It is called a pureblood species (True Vampire) and is said to be a clan that draws solid blood muscles that have become the ancestors of vampires.

And Rudra was one of those special clans.

Decades ago, a young Rudra, who started and defeated in her life, has risen and picked up her life with the intrinsic magic (extra) 'Immortal (Nosferatu)' of the threat that this pureblood species (True Vampire) boasts.

This was the second time, but I felt a slight growth in myself now that I was able to remain calm without being as shocked as I was at the time.

"This time, you picked up your life."

It is named 'Immortal (Nosferatu)' in grandeur, but its effects are not absolute.

Only a single fatal wound can be overshadowed, there will be no resurrection if you die a second consecutive death, and destruction of your head and heart at the same time will not have any effect.

There are other exceptions, deadly weaknesses for the undead. Even if attacked with holy silver (Mithril) or the magic of light, the regeneration of the flesh is not created.

In other words, if Chrono had poked his heart one more time after he had skipped his neck, or if the sword that had beheaded him had been the Holy Silver Sword (Mithrill Sword), Rudra's death would have been definitive.

But this is destiny again.

Rudra muttered quietly, just accepting her defeat as it were.

If you say you don't regret it, it's a lie, but more than that, now that you've survived, you still have a chance to fight the mighty Krono again.

I don't know what to say about this without saying I'm lucky, but I would never have understood it.

I was just proud to rely only on the power of the pureblood species (True Vampire) and the power of protection, to the young Rudra boy.

"If I'm not destined to die yet, let's just say I keep walking the sword path for a while."

Whimpering, Rudra picks up the love knife that was rolling right beside her.

Did Chrono not take away this cursed knife because of the winner's pity, waste of time, or was he going to collect it after the bandit crusade, or simply forget?

I'm not sure, but anyway, 'Blood Sucking Princess "Zhu Dye" is back in Rudra's hands.

It was then that I tried to deliver it to the sheath again.

"... hmm?

I noticed a change.

It's a bright red sashimi, but its tips look strangely dark.

At first glance, the blood marks seem to adhere, but this knife, as the name ‘blood sucking’ suggests, immediately absorbs the blood on the blade.

And if you actually look closely, the blade isn't still wet in blood. I could understand that the body itself was discolored.

"No way -"

At the next moment, the blackness of the incision covered the entire body at once, as if it had flushed even with ink.

The change is not just about appearance, in Rudra's hand holding the pattern, he senses a fierce flow of magic swirling inside the knife, along with a beating like a dock and heart pulsating.

If the change was sudden, its end was abrupt again.

If you notice, the crimson sword that Rudra grips is transforming into a pitch-black body.

From a blade shaded as dark as darkness that night, a red aura stood up as if blood was evaporating as it were.

"Evolved..."

Rudra, who was calm and settled even during her death, but now had her eyes round the boulder to reveal her surprise.

"Damn, well, the princess liked the taste of Chrono."

The idea was quickly found, the last knife, no, it should be a poke, that blow did pierce the armor and pierce it into Chrono's abdomen.

It seemed far from fatal, but enough to fill the belly of this blood-sucking cursed sword.

"Well, I have to work out again, too."

Rudra, who had a new evolutionary love knife with a satisfying grin, left the scene without a sound, turning her black coat into a sheath.