Kuro no Maou

Even in the midst of that turmoil, the gunfire went off loudly.

The twin bullets released from a series of horizontal gunshots rush between moments, such as just over a dozen meters away, and devour into prey.

The red-haired boss, who raises a short interrupter and leads a less elite Centaur, falls to the hills of Ischia.

The bullet, which crushed the steel armor protecting his upper body and uprooted his heart, with one blow, led to death without complete skin.

But he didn't just die.

Even the presence of a monster, led by a general, made him do so, and the spear of his body had already been unleashed.

Chrono was in a corner of his head, too, and I guess he didn't think he'd be able to stop the attack in time.

In front of the imminent spear, intercept with the "Absolute" "Neck Break" in the right hand.

It's on an unstable horse, but I can twist my half and play it enough to manage, myself or Nell, whichever way the spear flies toward me. That was quite possible in terms of Chrono's skill.

"What!?

But if the aim was a horse (Merry), it would not have come true to prevent that spear.

No matter how big the blade is, if they're after the horse's rear leg, they can't want enough reach to cover it.

Chrono can't shake the "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" he put up. All I could do was watch the moment Hotip pierced Mary's tight thigh as it was.

If you want to shoot a general, shoot him from a horse first, and it succeeded in a literal sense.

"Wow!

"Yikes!?

You're not sad to scratch off the two screams. Mary lifts up the noodles, and falls dressed to fold her legs as they are.

The full force disease is braked by a spear sudden brake, and the two passengers are thrown out of their backs thoughtfully.

Chrono did see Merry collapsing to the ground, even as he turned two or three times in the air.

And she was also staring at the Lord just before he fell.

"- Sheep!

Chrono concentrated on what needed to be done now, holding back feelings of self-blame that crept up from the back of his chest.

Two people were thrown in the air, I can land without difficulty, but I don't know how Nell is.

Almost intuitively I grasp her position and order her to stay on the tentacles (maids) to tangle and capture.

It conveys the feeling of shadow tentacles (anchor hands) eating into the soft body a little bit, but at the next moment, the person jumps into both arms of his own.

"Wow!

Though friendship, Crono thinks it's resistant to be hugged by a man on a boulder, there's nothing more to it than to have him put up with it as a situation.

Keeping Nell in his arms, Chrono landed with perfect postural control in the air while falling.

"Wow, uh, Chrono-kun..."

Nell, I need backup.

Standing safely down to the hillside meadow, Chrono just lowered Nell and glanced at the front without glancing at her, no, at the rear he had blown away.

At the end of Chrono's gaze was a figure of Centaur flocking to the fallen Merry and sticking out his spears one after the other.

An obvious overkill when it comes to todome, should we call it miserable?

The horse, when it comes to mere means of movement, is not until then.

Besides, it hasn't been three months since I bought it, it's slightly too short for a longtime partner.

But that's why you won't remember any emotions about this situation?

"Sorry, Mary."

When I first rode her, Chrono was so hectic that I couldn't get her to run well without Lily yet.

Then I kept riding, unfamiliar, and when I was on a date, I was riding with Fiona, and then, I was also taught how to practice.

Since the magic began to shed and enhance unity, it seems that Mary has also become used to Chrono for the most part.

And only then will they have a brilliant run that won't take a pull against Centaur's elite troops.

"Sorry......"

Too much admiration was enough. Too much to trust.

For Chrono, Mary had become one of the companions who must now be there.

That's why Chrono says words of apology with a glimmer of tears.

It mourns her death - no.

"Mary, why don't you take me to the castle..."

Chrono apologized for dying and having to exercise her.

If you lose your horse here, your arrival at the ancient castle of Ischia will be greatly delayed. I can't shake off a monster more than a distance problem.

Even if we exterminate this Centaur unit, it doesn't necessarily mean that a second third stop unit won't show up ahead of us, no, it wouldn't be natural not to show up.

Chrono really needed a leg. At any rate, we're not going to lose a horse here.

And Chrono had the means to run the dying Merry again.

"Sing, 'Horned Grave'"

Calling is a wave of a dagger.

It was a blacker design than the original one, but due to the blackening of Chrono, even its blade is now stained in pitch black.

Already, the nine pieces, the gun and the bearer, will be restocked in the shadows, and the armament will be all alone in this "Horned Grave".

Relative is the dozens of remaining soldiers who have lost their bosses but still do not lose their will to fight.

I'm a little uncomfortable with the first weapon I use, but don't forget, 'Horned Grave' is a cursed weapon.

Even Sayid Marya Hydra, who has never had anything to do with the battle in his life, could have met with Krono more than reciprocity if he had this.

If Chrono waves, who can completely rule the curse and has already turned himself into an adventurer of a hundred wars, the move will be true and capable of demonstrating just as much skill as its original owner.

In fact, even in front of Centaur, who was approaching like rage from in front of him, Chrono could not even feel fine dust, such as his willingness to lose.

They are sacrifices that revive Merry, and at the same time,

Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

You hear the melody of the resurrection, you're an audience. of the Cursed Live, "The Resurrection of the Deceased (Dead Alive)" -

In a suburban cemetery there has been an unchanged tomb guard for a hundred years - a famous story known to all who live in that town.

It's not just about rumors or suspicions. As a matter of fact, one grave guard lived in that cemetery.

White beauty in black, that's what everyone says about the look of the tomb guard.

And everyone in town would have heard this from their grandfather, "I haven't seen her since I was a kid," he said.

The identity of the tomb guard is unknown. No one is going to know, not to know, implicit understanding.

It's just that she had a role to play. Bury a body without a place to go in its cemetery, dedicate a soul song, and summon its soul to heaven in peace.

lest resentment dwell and never resurrect as evil beings (undead).

"Regards, Gravekeeper"

One body was delivered to her today.

Delivered in the coffin is a little girl.

The fact that her unaccompanied daughter died of illness was evident from the reality that her body was here and that her body was frivolous.

I don't care what the tomb guard is. Whatever bad guy, poor kid, lonely old man, she'll just shut up and bury him.

Whoever finds out about it simply deposits the body with her, leaves a small price, and goes back to town immediately. No extra conversation whatsoever.

Gravekeepers do their job pale.

Deliver and bury coffins in countless existing graves.

There are no sobbing voices of people mourning death around them, not to mention the purifying spells spinning by clerics.

When it comes to sounding in a gloomy cemetery open in the dark corner of the woods, only the sounds of graveyard birds (nightingales).

No, only after burying this body and twice in the morning and evening, the melody of the tomb guard's singing soul song flows.

That's how she sang this day as well.

Not a single one listens to the song, except for the dead - it should have been.

"Knock... ugh..."

On that voice she heard shortly after she finished singing, she set up a sword (Grave) in her hand.

Participants are unlikely.

Speaking of those other than the dead who come here, only monsters after the dead meat.

Not so uncommon, she waved this black sword and did not allow any monster to reveal her grave.

But shortly after pointing the incision, her crimson eyes circle to surprise.

For more than a hundred years as a grave guard, that was the first time.

"Ugh... kuh... wow!

There was one boy crying.

"Who are you..."

That was the meeting between the tomb guard and the boy.