Kuro no Maou

Eight Cursed Weapon Users diving through the Blue Light Summoning Magic Formation and standing in front of them.

It was almost at the same time that Yatsura rushed out as I shook up "Absolutely Grievances" and took a step forward.

From the audience you're watching from the side, you may not be able to tell if it's me or Yatsura, who's a cursed and possessed lunatic.

"Break, break, break!

This way, he's in the mood and he's roaring.

Eight people recognize me as an enemy (emon) at the same time and come straight at me, but they don't have the concept of teamwork.

As a result, you ignore the iron rule of party play, and you reach me in order from the fast legs.

"Kiyooooooo!

"Uh-oh!!

Odd and approaching the present are two goblins and a human woman.

The former is equipped with a large dagger commonly used by the bandit class, while the latter is equipped with a simple short spear (short trans), which also uses the gendarmerie of Sparda (low guardian).

Well, if you're an amateur or a low-ranking adventurer, you can also stay under one sword with your cursed weapon fanaticism (basark) ability.

"Black!

I'm not that sweet of a person.

Releasing to Yokogi is the most used martial arts technique. Blink the torso of two looming lunatics as they blow out the aura to roar.

"Absolute grievance" "neck break" "with an enlarged body up to the buster sword size can unilaterally be slashed from outside the dagger's interval, no matter how large.

Though named short (short) on boulders, it's no match for spear reach.

In the meantime, the pointy tip sticking out for the heart has been avoided without causing the Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace), and it's not a big deal.

Both upper and lower bodies are already dimensioned, without sticking out the spear or swinging down the dagger knife.

I quickly pull the blade I shake off and move into evasive action before the two upper bodies that blow up scattering blood and intestines (halibut) fall to the ground.

"Gooooah!!

Orc, who reached me three steps behind the two leading men, is shaking up Battleax, the warrior's staple gear.

At the left end of his sight, Lamia was circling with a songknife (spotter) to say that he seemed like a crazy or cunning snake.

Even more cunning would be an elf man pointing a Rapier's cut at this one so as to hide behind a big oak.

He's not as colored a man as he shot just now, but he looks like he's about to work some bad wisdom. Maybe even if you're crazy, your original personality will reflect to some extent.

With such a swallowing thought, he escapes the attack of the Trinity by a great distance in the backstep.

The blades that are rolled out as if they were going to attack even my remnants naturally only pass through the void.

I'm confident I'll prevent it even if I'm in time, but it's raining blood in the space one step ahead with Oak's Battleax slapping and slashing every Goblin's upper body dancing through the universe. I don't want to take the initiative and take an alle.

Zorrying in a different way from fear, he kicks the ground again and fills the distance at the same time as putting his jumping leg on the ground of dirt in the backstep.

The aim is Lamia.

In this turmoil, it is dangerous to leave Lamia in the wild with irregular manoeuvres different from bipedaling by twisting the lower half of the snake. This time I might catch a blind spot.

"Ha!"

"Kay!

It's quicker to put back a spotter that can reach the range of a one-handed sword than I can make a mistake moving from body to body to boulder.

Lamia is in a position to intercept me completely imminent, which means she's waving her sword again.

However, the character is different from that of a bearer (nameless) and a two-time evolution. Then, there's a big difference in power between my ability to quit a human being and a woman's fine arm. That's not enough to be filled with low-level fanaticism (basark).

Compared to the huge blade of the Xu, the slender song knife, even remembering its unreliability, is played off lightly just by shooting at each other in one piece, as its appearance and hidden specs suggest.

It seemed to hold up without letting go of the sword somehow, but already Lamia's setup collapses, and I can aim wherever I want, whether its thin neck, rich chest, or creased thin hips.

Then you won't get lost, as this name suggests, let me cut off your neck.

"" "Gaaaaaaaaaa!!

Three giant blades strike me at the same time as Ramia's head dances through the universe, floating resentful shapes that undermine her original beauty.

One was an oak that attacked enough to penetrate the dirt ground to wave the Battleax again.

The other two are Dwarves and Cyclops, who finally caught up to this point with their blunt feet.

In Dwarf's hands is the same axe as the oak. This is a single blade against Battle Axe, which has a pair of blades on its tip so that the butterfly spreads its wings. Should I call it Tomahawk?

The other cyclops, oh, don't see him since he fought in a manoeuvre experiment, alongside a small dwarf, also adds to its size.

The actual size is about half a metre, or not a bodybuilder shape like an oak, but a plentiful and belly out transverse body shape. Big both vertically and horizontally, it looks even bigger.

One such fat first giant grips is Halvard, which has an even longer pattern than its height.

A uniquely shaped body that combines both the tip of the spear and the blade of the axe can make a variety of attacks, but for that matter, it is difficult to handle.

I have a slight doubt that I will be able to use it with my crazy head, but if the Cyclops just slap it at the mercy of force, even the stick of the tree will gain killing power, the shape of the blade and other minor problems.

Oak, Dwarf, Cyclops, and all three are bearers of arms far beyond man.

The one-stroke trio of power-proud race trio is just the momentum that has not broken the earth.

My choice is dodged again, but not behind, before.

"Double Black"

Jumping in is the nostalgia of Cyclops, the largest of the three.

Just like when I dived through Larspun's rigid arm and slashed him, when I jumped forward and dodged him, I attacked him like he was passing through, the same martial arts I used.

The blackness of the first blow rolled out towards the right deeply cleaves the right flank of the cyclops with a gray body reminiscent of a rock.

He's just wearing black leather trousers like me, and his upper body is naked. No matter how much thick armor you boast of muscle and fat, you don't have the hardness to prevent the blade of curse from doing just that.

The tip of the jaw tears the abs, breaks the bare bones, and ravages the guts scattered before passing through the body.

At the next moment, the built-in, which appears to have broken out of the cutting surface, will pop up momentously with a shower of blood, but before that, the second series of blackish strikes is wielded.

At the end of the blade, wrapping around the cursed aura that swoops toward the left, is Dwarf's head, which has not been able to follow this motion through with his eyes.

A bunch of long, thick mustaches, also known as symbols of the race, would still be as eloquent as a lion's tategami, and would also help protect his neck.

However, there is not enough defense to stop this Blade of Absolute Grievance "Neck Break".

From the twilight, a creepy roar is heard distorted by the wind chime, as a voice of joy.

Let him slash, let him slash his neck, let the enemy kill, kill him with one blow - the blade of curse that will not stop in search of beheading, it cannot stop, it is not going to stop me.

Cut down the beards like the woods that grow, and cut off the thick neck like a stump more easily than break the firewood.

Thus, Blackie's double strike killed Cyclops and Dwarves at the same time.

By both sides I would already have passed, and behind me there would be shadows, large and small, falling to the ground in bloodshed.

Looking back, I could see them sinking into a sea of blood created by the two bodies themselves, as expected.

But I didn't turn around to make sure.

To intercept the attacker while releasing his killer without hiding from his back.

It's an elf man who stands around cunningly, even cursed, who has poked out Rapier earlier while hiding behind an oak.

He followed the same route a beat behind me, and he was painted on the blood of Cyclops and Dwarves.

I guess I aimed for the moment when I was done releasing martial arts, which is also the ideal time to basically go ahead later.

As a matter of fact, I can't possibly play Rapier at the moment. At the end of the day, we can't even afford to completely dodge the punch that runs the shortest distance.

If you take this blow - no, you still have your hands, more specifically, you have your left hand that is not holding the (10).

There is no feint, and as honestly as ahead, a punch of a special blow aimed at the heart.

That's why the track is also easy to read.

"- Hey!"

Eagle with your left hand at the imminent Rapier's body.

If I had bare hands, they would have just cut off my fingers, but my hands are protected by some loud brunette maid.

Even now that I have grabbed the blade, I still scream in my head, "I will protect your husband's hand".

Your hand, I treat you like a child... Well, thanks to Globe's hard work, my hand is intact, and I finally succeeded in instantly intertwining myself and stopping poking completely by the development of a 'shadow tentacle (anchor hand)' the same thinness as my hair.

Once you stop, you can't push it off with an elf inferior to your arm strength.

I can push the Rapier back to the side as I grabbed him, and at the same time, I shake him off with one right hand.

You don't need martial arts or anything to sever the elf's thin neck.

I could easily cut it off like a sickle mowing a single weed just by gently tweezing it.

"Oak next - no, gargoyle before that"

Gargoyle, a race of winged demons on his back, seems to have the ability to fly, not unlike its appearance.

I know that I can't fly that long and fast, but this is my first experience fighting flying gargoyles.

For once, I've fought the flying type of monster in a manoeuvre experiment, but, well, I don't know what to say, you're exhausted with a hard word to fight.

"Oops!

That's how it came from the sky ahead of the oak is a gargoyle with a big fork spear, reworked, and trident (trident) like the one in the public and demonic image.

In an attempt to skewer from the brain heaven, a demon descends with three eartips pointing like a stone statue moving out intact.

Though an attack from a blind spot called overhead, a tremendous sense of killing and resentment, besides,

"Kyowaaa!

and if you can come with a deaf, tall odd voice, you can sense it just before and evade it well enough.

Step sideways and instantly escape the Trident landing spot.

I was wondering if the edge of the flipped coat would catch, but if it was a little bit different, it would play even if it was torn, so I wondered if there was a problem.

Slightly delayed in knocking back at the idea of such a boring thing.

By the time I waved, Gargoyle would already rise again into the sky.

Let him go.

Just so you know, some maids are full of shit, why don't you let her work for you - "I'll take care of it, Master!

If you put your left hand up in the sky, the 'Shadow Tentacle (Anchor Hand)' flies with a gargoyle hanging feeling as your arm is stretched out.

The three wires, knitted with cursed dark hair, each entangled on the toe of a gargoyle like a willing tentacle monster.

"Gee -"

As if to beat to hell again the sinner who escaped to heaven, no, truth, this gargoyle is going to hell.

Before hell, first on the ground, though.

Momentum pulled down from the air by the 'Shadow Tentacle (Anchor Hand)', Gargoyle makes a dull noise and clashes into a hard dirt ground.

I should have been slapped with quite a shock, but still, I should say it's the boulder that doesn't let go of the curse weapon.

However, just doing so seems to be the best you can do, and there doesn't seem to be enough room to heal the damage from the crash and move on to an immediate counterattack.

As such, even if I was swinging it up the top, Gargoyle wouldn't be able to see it move with Pickle.

Even with its stone statue-like appearance, there seems to be proper blood inside the gargoyle.

Since the area that actually touches the skin is made of stone, it is much stiffer compared to humans, but neither is so different when you use this bamboo to decapitate the neck.

Now, the only thing left to do is the whole oak thing, but, well, I'm acting like this, and no matter how dull the axe-equipped warrior class is, it's too much of a gap to make a third attack.

Finally, behind my beheading Gargoyle, the oak is already shaking up a big double-edged Battleax.

It is difficult to slash a opponent standing directly behind a boulder from his current position that has shaken him off.

Yeah, well, then you can finish your turn around here. Anger's already healed, too, or I'm done.

If we just tailor the whole oak at close range, an extra sword would suffice.

It's a corner, so let me use the guy I just got.

"Pierce, Demon Sword (Sword Arts)"