Kuro no Maou

"Eat, eat evil!!

Calling 'The Hungry Wolf Sword' Bad Eating 'from the Shadow Space (Shadowgate) so as to replace it with a prototype gun on your left hand.

Grabbing the pattern and dragging it forcefully out of the shadows, it sets its broad fang body like a shield.

That's all I could handle.

"-Come on!"

My vision envelops me in a dazzling purple flash, instantly falling into front and rear unconsciousness.

But I can't feel anything abnormal anywhere in my body.

My arms clearly recognize that my legs are still under my control.

Thank you, Vulcan. Thank you.

So much so that the crystallized rays of the demonic eye subside.

I guess it's the magic of light that systematically causes state anomalies (bad status).

If it's an attack based on magic, it can't be prevented by the touchdown "Hungry Wolf Sword" Bad Eating "that eats any magic.

The prediction is brilliantly central, and Vulcan said he lived up to his expectations.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!

How dissatisfied I was that I didn't become a statue of the crystal, Sayid screams like a frenzied, no, crazy from the start, or whatever, openly grumpy.

"I'm sorry, but let me just settle this."

The three bodies that were clutching around my body are changing into beautiful purple crystal statues in the light of demonic eyes on Moro.

If you step out on your right foot, the statue of the colored man elf will be shattered and its restraint will come off.

If you take yet another step, both arms of an oak like Marutai will also be brittle and crushed, scattering pale purple crystals on the ground of the earth.

If you take three steps, the woman's upper body, which was hugging her hips, collapses and falls apart so much that she doesn't fasten the prototype.

The three bodies were released lightly without waving the tweezers still gripping in their right hand.

Nothing stops me now.

All we have to do is keep this up and cut down the poor nobleman who goes mad at the curse.

"Let's go."

With "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" on his right hand, "Hungry Wolf Sword" Bad Eclipse "on his left, and two swords of curse, I rush straight to Sayid.

"Shh, shh, die. Yeah yeah - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Sayid's scream and the golden cuts emanating from the sword play a discord duet.

Cursed One Duet is not only unpleasant to the ear, it also has enough effect to kill the truth, people.

"Eat it!

Prevent evil eating from shielding the rays of the demonic eye that strike you three times.

Even if it is a light that cannot be materially touched, the fangs that greedily seek magic will eat up without leaking a single muscle to me.

Bad eating defenses are perfect, the problem is...

"Ohhhh... Ohhhhh!

It's a cyclops that spills blood-dropping organs from its torn flanks, yet momentously raises an unnamed (nameless) halvard in its hand.

The magic of resurrection of the dead does not exist in modern or ancient times, for example, either resurrected as an undead or manipulating the body directly.

No, only a corpse with a nicely chopped head wouldn't even move pickly, because, after all, it would be undead.

The secret is probably the creepy sound of a black sword ringing.

Well, I don't even know on what principle that sound is undead, but either way, I'm gonna have to slash every arm, and it doesn't seem like there's any way to stop it.

"Gaaaa!!

Towards me going straight ahead, the cyclops suddenly set up an assault with the kind of momentum that decides to tackle me from the side.

With its height and width, it's as powerful as if a truck were coming in.

But on my right I have a partner I can count on, not enough to be afraid of.

"Blackie."

There are only two things wrong with "Absolutely Absolute" "Neck Break" martial arts, such as muscle strength and weight.

If you want to endure this, come with salamander-like giants and hard scales.

Leaving a beautifully amputated cyclops body behind from head to inseam, it finally fleshes to the side.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!

If you haven't mastered martial arts dealing with swords, the amateur can tell a lot.

But obviously, my arm strength has been raised to the bottom more than the effect of fanaticism (basark).

It was like a dragon waving its tail at a high speed, and its great sword drew an arc and approached me.

However, no matter how fast it is, it is easy to prevent it if it is that easy to understand the track.

I already have the luminescence of the Devil's Eye, if we're going to slash each other at this close range, I have a minute.

"Grr!?

And I thought.

A knife blow prevented by a bad diet, but heavier than you can imagine.

My body is pushed back by a forcefully shaken three-day moon-shaped blade.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

More Sayid pursuits. The sword is cut back so fast and momentum that I think it ignores the laws of inertia.

"It's dangerous."

Stay on the back step and escape.

The pitch-black three-moon blade cut through the sky penetrates deep into the ground - on the contrary, it buried itself completely!? Dude, how cute is that...

"Damn, do you need another push to defeat"

With me at a distance of a few meters, Sayid turns his gaze to embark on whether to use the Devil's Eye again.

It is not clear how much evil eating prevents you from staying at a distance.

Either way, there's no better way to defeat them than by killing them directly with melee attacks.

If you still get pushed with your arm force, you can boost this one as well.

"It's good to have special training with Nell -"

Imagine that the black magic that goes around your body is gasoline that explodes if you light it.

Heat becomes strength as it is, and the more it burns, the tougher it gives your arms.

Burn, more, more.

The chanting is simple and lucid, completely indispensable original magic (original).

"Give Me Power -" Arm Enhancement (Vols Boost) ""

There is a lot of strength in both arms.

Two swords that feel even lighter make it even lighter.

Instead of his body in one swing, he can now be slashed, every sword that would have more hardness than a lined metal.

The effect time is about ten seconds, but that's all we need now.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

"Haaaaaaaa!!

If you take a step, it's a storm of black swords where the blade of curse weaves already.

The great sword, the great sword, and the sword, and the three blades scatter sparks.

It's a blow carried out with Said's unprincipled super arm power, but I can still contain it with one arm right now.

Sharp, far beyond what level, the tip of the sword slips through the belly of the sword.

It's a big blade up close, I guess it's as good as a song knife (simmer).

However, what is surprising is not the size, but the blade vibrates slightly while emitting a tall sound.

This is the first time I've noticed the blades together.

The secret to the sharpness of the sword lies in this high vibration.

If it weren't for the curse weapon, it would have been made into two pieces for every full body received.

Once again, I admire the sturdiness of the cursed weapon, and at the same time, no, at a time when that seems to be the case, it means I have only a few leeways.

I already saw a winning chance.

After all, Sayid himself is not familiar with handling weapons, unlike Jote, and therefore has no other hand than to push them off with tremendous force.

If you are lined up with the power that is the girdle of that favor, I have my share of the swords that have been used in action so far.

This time, that's it.

"Double Black"

The first blow is "The Hungry Wolf Sword" Bad Eating "held in his left hand.

The fangs walk like a hungry wolf eats to its prey.

What I catch is my opponent's right wrist, breaking each thick steel handpiece (gauntlet) worn there.

"There is!

I don't feel any pain with fanaticism (basark), possibly because the intense will to curse transmitted from my right arm was blocked, and I raised my voice reflexively.

Either way, I won't have a head to worry about that at the next moment.

The second shot is "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" held in the right hand.

Aim, of course, at the neck.

There is no means of preventing this blow on Sayid, who already has no weapon to be attacked.

Like the last scratch, with its shitty, radiant purple demon eyes, he stares at me in the shape of anger.

Quicker than the flash of crystallization (flash), the blade of the bamboo passes through the neck.

"Ahhh."

Leaving only a faintly groaning voice, Sayid's head rolled off into the arena.

"... you're done"

Stepping back, blood is scattered like a fountain from a giant body that has become a corpse without a neck, and instead of the ground at his feet, even his own head, which rolls right beside him, is dyed crimson.

The bloody head still takes a deep resentment look and stares at me...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

From the blood-stained demonic eye, there was an unparalleled dazzling flash.

I'm the one at the end of my gaze.

You're lying, you activated it!? Shit, we can't dodge this in time.