Kuro no Maou

The ancient castle of Ischia is now about to be swallowed up by the great army of monsters.

Human monsters crawl out of walls on all sides, and flying monsters flock like featherworms in the sky.

How much more will a hard-closed castle gate also hold before a large monster who repeatedly storms with the momentum of his skull just smashing?

In the battle so far, the students have more than 10% of the casualties.

Finally, the face-to-face companions began to be incorporated into the enemy army by the parasite of the snake.

"Ha ha... I'm done... I'm done with everything... I'm done..."

With a look of despair, Wilhardt mechanically pulls the trigger of the rifle.

From above the walls, it appears that the monsters who broke into the walls were swept in.

Mixed there, wearing familiar student clothes, or a figure in armor mixed with a glimpse, was reflected in Wilhardt's eyes.

Will there be Simon too - my best friend who has just left me, even though I don't like that unusual look, is portrayed in my brain?

With the tears, the nausea has also crept up.

"Hold on, Lord Wilhardt!

Eddie, who walks side by side, looks pale to see and drinks a general who is likely to stop walking now.

"Oh, Eddie... I'm sorry... I'm fine"

Not yet, not yet, you can't give up everything.

I'm still alive, and my students continue to struggle desperately to survive.

What are you gonna do if you just frustrate yourself first here? It would be the General, whoever else gives up, only I have to keep scratching my feet until the end.

"It's okay, I'm okay..."

But you lose your temper like a plug fell out.

What more can I do to myself that I can't, that I'm wasted, and that I'm incompetent?

Even negative emotions swirl around your chest, gushing into your head, eroding your soul.

The words I tell myself are empty everywhere.

(Oh, yeah -)

Mechanically fire the rifle again, Wilhardt is sure.

After all, I wasn't prepared to make a sacrifice.

It's a great deal for Nero, but if a friend is sacrificed in front of you, it's this Zama.

(Ha, no, what a shame. I'm sorry Simon, apparently I'm not as strong of a man as you expected me to be -)

Though, utterly unconsciously, Wilhardt pulled the bolt on the rifle and reloaded it - but there was a gushing noise and the slide stopped on the way.

Twice and three times, I pull with strength, but I still don't move.

"Is this the guy called 'Jam Ru'..."

Bullet clogging. From the very beginning of development, what was already considered a possible glitch will finally become a reality at this time.

I don't know if the drugpod just didn't drain properly with some clap, or if some part got distorted, I don't know what caused it in detail.

But as an indisputable fact, this prototype rifle turned into a crap that couldn't shoot bullets anymore.

"You're just like me."

Finally, Wilhardt's leg stopped.

Throw out a broken rifle on the spot and just stoop flat on the walls.

I felt like Eddie and Shenna were screaming something, but it's not in my ear at all.

What you hear is the hustle and bustle of battle that feels like some other HR and...

"- Product"

It was a song.

"... what?

Have you finally lost your mind in despair?

"Hey, what's this song?

"No, I'm not. This is..."

Apparently, it's not Wilhardt's empty ear or his fantasy. This clear and beautiful melody seems to reach everyone's ears.

What the hell is this, no, in the first place, who's singing?

"- Chanting!

Someone was trying to use magic.

"That's..."

That's when Wilhardt saw it.

Outside the walls, there, just a sight of an overwhelming army of monsters hissing.

But on the far side, from the foothills of this ancient Ischian castle, we clearly saw that something, something black, was coming in a straight line.

"That ha-"

In the army of monsters, flames erupt one after the other.

Goblins and slimes blew up from flock to flock, and large ones such as Dorthos and Landdragons were also torn apart from each of their giants.

He buzzes all those who stand in the way of his way, and even runs straight up the hill.

Makes an incredible advance, just a one-horse figure.

It's like a black blade piercing the flesh of a dragon,

"- Chrono!!

Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) showed up on the battlefield.

Students on the walls who now want to retreat to the castle noticed that a cavalry appeared on the other side of the flock of monsters.

No, even in the middle of this riot, you can't be unaware of its advent.

That's because the fierce momentum dares a single ride, crushing and approaching suddenly while we see the monster walls.

While kicking down a monster on the walls, everyone flashes somewhere before rejoicing in the appearance of that too little reinforcement-like figure.

Where the hell is anyone doing such a lame thing? The figure is revealed little by little from the well-eyed archers and the bandit class.

"What, that horse..."

Someone squeaks.

A horse across is a black horse with such a fine body as to whether it can even be ridden by a high-ranking Sparda officer - no, if you see its tenderness rocking like a flame mixed with a disastrous red and black, you can tell it's not just a horse, but a monster, which, too, is classified as undead.

The horse of the undead, who knows no fatigue and continues to walk at full strength forever, is specifically called, 'Immortal Horse (Nightmare)'.

Then what kind of knight rides through it?

The figure in black on the horse carries a great sword with him in both hands, and furthermore, not only does he say that he still doesn't have enough blades, he has as many as ten different weapons around him.

With the attack magic that causes the Big Bang, the ten blades floating in the universe move on their own and fly to the prey that is countless.

A monster diving through a blast and a blade storm and approaching a black knight is instantly cut down by both weapons in his hands.

If you give it to me from the right, the red blade blinks, and if you give it to me from the left, your fangs flash black.

If you look closely, all of them are red and black from that blade and have the same shade of aura that your horseback riding comes together.

That is indisputably a testament to the weapon of curse.

Even at this distance, we are likely to hear the resentment hidden there.

Its appearance of pushing the overwhelming number to push, without anything, and cutting through a literal blood path with a blade of curse, rather than a knight, is...

"Mad Warrior"

Everyone squeals like that.

Make it spectacular and point to a fierce battle.

"He's a mad warrior."

Instantly we give the monsters a blood festival and step over that pile of corpses with immortal horses (Nightmare).

Will there be so many horrible and nasty cavalry figures? The madness of a human horse is such a battle that his spine freezes.

But it was also true that if you think that this one horse appeared as an ally, it would be so heartfelt as to be comparable to the elite knights of Sparda.

"Mad Warrior (Berserker) Running Immortal Horse (Nightmare)"

to the light of black hope, which appeared in the predicament of absolute destiny,

"It's a Nightmare Berserker!!

The students boiled.

To the sword-wielding arm, to the pulling bow, the force returns.

Only one horseman, but their morale followed the way up to the arrival of the long-awaited reinforcements.

"Hey look, you're in the back, aren't you Princess Nell!?

The light of hope adds even more radiance.

Behind the Black Mad Warrior lies Princess Reiki, who spreads her white wings.

Because of its characteristic appearance, she is unlikely to be the only one to be confused.

"Product"

And the beautiful chanting melodies that clearly echo whether it is the effect of loud magic on this battlefield will also mean that it belongs to Nell Julius Ellord.

"It helps...... us, it helps!

The boy student in the sorcerer class who shouted so did not just say it from a hopeful observation, but only because he decrypted the meaning of this resounding chant.

Most importantly, even if you don't know it, if you feel the enormous flow of magic aggregating on the pure white longscepter (staff) listed by Nell, you can't be made to imagine that there will be enough great magic to make you expect a single reversal.

Thus, when the horse of the undead carrying the Mad Warrior and the princess reached the castle gate of the ancient castle of Ischia, the magic as expected was about to be activated.

A pitch-black ride that swept away the large monsters that were swarming in front of the castle gate with explosions and blades of curse and descended in dignity.

The Mad Warrior (Berserker) of the Immortal Horse (Nightmare) looked up at the walls soaring behind him and said in an unexpectedly sober voice.

"I'm here to help, Will."

At the end of the black, red and two-colored gaze, there is some gleaming Will - Prince Wilhardt Tristan Sparda II.

Before hearing that response, the Mad Warrior turns forward again to combat posture.

"Then I asked for it, Nell"

"Yes, Chrono-kun."

Two people with short interactions but an atmosphere that's like a couple parties.

Responding with a serious face everywhere, Nell shakes up its white national treasure longscepter (staff), the White Winged Balance, and finally unleashes the great magic of a one-shot reversal.

"-" Bad Reverse Exile (Ladiance Exile) ""

Nell had one chance when he was getting information from Wilhardt's request that the enemy was a legion of monsters manipulated by parasites.

A common, also student-level healer (Priest) would have good, intermediate state anomaly (Bad Status) recovery magic.

But how about Nell, who ranks 5 and hosts the protection of "Heavenly Empress Aria"?

Furthermore, if Avalon's national treasure, the White Winged Balance, is used together, it makes it possible to exercise even ancient magic (enchants), which boasts a power that deviates from the modern magic (model) lineage.

That's what activated it after a long chant to sing a song,

"-" Bad Reverse Exile (Ladiance Exile) ""

It is a restorative magic (heel) that speeds up psychiatric state abnormalities in an ultra-wide manner.

A huge circular magic formation began to spread around Nell's foot.

Painted with a line of white light, it is made up of a vast line of ancient letters that in modern times are indecipherable magical shapes and only partially decoded.

Sole, who spends nearly half of the treasure balls loaded in the "White Wing Library" to force it to activate, cannot even understand the true magical meaning of the surgeon Nell himself. But with this wand and protection, we can make it fully effective.

The immense magic formation that unfolded one of the hills of the ancient castle of Ischia in such a way as to cover it whole begins to glow in Russia.

At first it simply repeated the faint and bright extinction, but gradually the light intensity increased, and the columns of bright white light protruded from various places towards the sky.

Its number and size are also increasing - finally becoming a giant single pillar of the same diameter as the magic formation.

It was as big as it seemed to support heaven and emitted a divine glow.

"Ugh..."

Everyone in it closes their eyelids to the too blurry light.

But that reaction doesn't have any psychotic bad status, just for the theological students.

Poor monsters ruled by parasitism (parasitic) through their brains suffer no more, screaming madly like undead yet exposed to the light of purification.

No, what really afflicts me would be the parasite itself, which has so far served the monster scattered.

From the nose of a goblin who raises a scream, from the mouth of an oak who rolls around with his head, a serpent that emits violet electricity, as he gives a blood splash.

I twist my body desperately trying to escape my predicament with momentum as if the inside of my skull I was comfortable with had turned into a boiling cauldron.

But the moment his head was thrown away and his body leaped out into the light of purification correctly, he misted the wood dust in the hollow without retaining its appearance.

In the downpour of heavy rain, like glowing lightning, like a roaring thunderbolt, it vanishes instantly.

"Evil Reverse Exile", as its magical name suggests, completely banished the evil parasite from its flesh, from the world.

So, how long has it been?

Like long, like short. Even though the senses are dull because of the dazzling great luminescence, the time comes at the end.

Around the ancient castle of Ischia returns to the original scenery with heavy rainfall once again.

The only difference is that all of the monsters that were fighting the siege with momentum are silent on the ground turned into muddy soil by rainwater.

Both Goblin's small body, Centaur's bent flesh, and Dorthos' giant are equally fallen and lying.

It doesn't even work with Pickle. Is it dead?

The breathtaking students, no one can speak up. Only the sound of pouring rain dominated the Ischian hills.

"... are you alive"

Before Nell, Chrono, who literally stands as a knight protecting the princess, leaks that word.

Falling in front of you is Salamander, a crimson flying dragon that has crashed more than rainy weather. Chrono confirmed that the tip of his nose was indeed moving in breath.

In the next moment, the sharp eyes worthy of a fierce carnivorous dragon are opened, with the gaze of red eyes crossing each other.

A slight silence ended with Guru, and Salamander roaring small.

Spreading his grand and proud wings, Salamander rises again into the sky.

A gust of take-off caused by tough wings just to fly a dozen metres of giant bodies into space blows hard all over Chrono, stirring his black coat and hair.

He spent his eyelids closed to the wind pressure of the crossing of the rain grains, and again, when the red and black odd eyes were opened, the figure of the salamander had already disappeared far beyond heaven.

The monsters woke up there as they followed the flying dragon who had returned to the nest first, scattered in the direction of their thoughts.

Leaving behind a handful of carcasses scattered around the ancient castle of Ischia, they walk across the green hills.

However, the spectacular sight of a large group of monsters travelling, visible in a vast field of savannah, was played out in front of Chrono and Nell and the theological students who endured the battle.

"Thanks, now we're all saved"

Chrono turns around and brings the words of labor to the bright side.

Nell, who took it, smiled like a sneer and answered.

"Yes, good luck, I-"

Nell falls straight forward from the immense recoil of magic he lost as a price for exercising the great magic of antiquity.

It was the bloody arms of a madman warrior in pitch black who graciously received the princess's body, which nodded her pure white wings and robes.

"Get some rest, Nell"

"Yes, Chrono-kun"

I don't see Nell's expression burying his face on the successful chest plate felt over the devil's leather, but his lustrous, dark-haired ears were dyed red.

That way, the moment the two black and white hug each other, the great cheer of the ancient castle just blowing up.

It resembled a voice of unmistakable praise, not so much a voice of joy that gained a lifetime in nine deaths, but directed to a hero who led the great showdown of the century to victory.