Kuro no Maou

"... that's noisy"

Awakened Judas leaked such a twinkle at the aperture best.

Since the opening of the Fourth Laboratory using the media site of the Rank 4 dungeon, its ancient magical heritage, on the outskirts of the capital, Daedalus, Bishop Judas, the director and founder of "The Secret of White", has been extremely busy.

I have never worshipped the light of the sun since the first moon of fire that set foot in this vast underground space (geofront). Most importantly, that's the same for the White Mask researchers who work here, but never went on to work as insomniac as Judas.

For the first time in a month, Judas used the lab at the back of the lab, the director's office and his own room, and the beds installed there. But the sleep ended without an hour.

Yes, because it's noisy outside, like I crushed myself.

Inside, only the sound of Judas paying off his sheets and getting out of bed sounds.

When the dim magical light lights the ceiling, cluttered indoors and a flexing flesh emerge that does not seem like his old body. The unbridled figure is an ancient hero statue. Every man admires a giant body that excels in its success. Not only muscles, but even the very size of the man's symbol.

It was then that Judas, who exposed his nudity without showing it to anyone, laid his hands on the Bishop's coat, which was slightly distorted in an untouchable manner, beside him.

A thick metal door with two openings, the only entrance and exit to the room, opens once with a giggle and a painful sound.

Jumping in from there are the most familiar, white-masked researchers in this place.

"And, Bishop... Quickly, run away..."

That's right. I interrupted the words along the way, and the fellow man just fell.

Blood buildup spreading on the floor. On his depressed back, a large trace of blood dyes his white cloak red. Obviously, he was poked with a sword from behind.

"Well, I don't need any more guidance."

No, there's no point in checking the status of the body if you witness the moment when it's actually killed.

"Hey Jizzy, you're the boss here, right?

It is the oak with black armor that sounds like a dozen heavy bass voices, stepping onto the researcher's body and entering the room. In his hand is held a long sword glued to the researcher.

It's a big Judas if you look at it as a human being, but surely if you put an oak in front of a giant over two meters, it will look smaller on the boulder.

This oak is not the only sudden intruder. Behind him stood a knight composed solely of large races such as Lizardman and Cyclops, who also wore black armor.

Knight. Yes, they are not mere thieves, but genuine, knights who are more epic than kings.

"The remnants of the Daedalus army... we're just taking a break, will you come back tomorrow?

Wow, with a big yawn, Judas anyway with long gray hair enough to reach his shoulder. I'm still completely naked because I was stepped in before I put on my coat. Unguarded everywhere.

"It's not a mess, Jizzy."

Bishop Judas, who artificially gave birth to the Seventh Apostle, such a great feat, cannot be bogged down.

Judas the Wake Up, but I understood this situation now more than anyone else in this Fourth Laboratory.

Rebellions and resistance movements everywhere have been frequent here recently. With Sariel at the head, the Crusaders are rushing around to crack down on the people, but the results are almost everywhere and not encouraging.

Rumors flow in it, that the remnants of the Daedalus army are regrouping to plan to recapture the capital. The simultaneous and multiple occurrences of small insurgencies throughout the country disperse the Crusaders' power of war, that is, Yang Dynasty. Even if we can predict that, we have to deal with it as soon as possible. As a result, the Crusaders decided to roll out their troops everywhere.

However, even though rumours suggest it's not definitive yet, the defense of the capital, Daedalus, will not be too thin by the time it's deadly. Still, further reinforcements continue to be sent from the Sinclair Republic. Crusader soldiers are uninterrupted. Even the Daedalus Army, whose tables can't move, will be able to grasp that much information.

Then how does the Daedalus army move? Will it decide that some troop dispersion by Operation Yang will suffice and will it attack the capital? Various predictions and measures for them seemed to be worked out in Crusader Command, but Judas had gotten the answer so far.

"The purpose is that black dragon, isn't it? Whether you come today or tomorrow, nothing will change. I'm already in tune."

"Ko, you fucking jerk. No! What have you done to His Royal Highness the King?!

Dragon King Garvinal was deceased by Saliel. Then there is nothing else in his son to succeed. And more importantly, royal blood is absolutely essential to rebuild a nation called Daedalus.

Garvinal had left quite a few children behind, but after the Daedalus occupation, he had been immediately sent together to this Fourth Laboratory as an experimental body. Originally, I would have thought about political use and left one or so at the command's disposal, but not one, and all black dragons would be Judas' research material.

Fifteen thousand crusader units that have fallen the capital, it is Cardinal Ars who has that right of command. He owes Judas. If you ask me, I can never say no. Neither can Sariel, Commander-in-Chief of the Crusades, refuse Judas' request.

Anyway, all of Garvinal's orphans gathered at this Fourth Laboratory. Therefore, the Daedalus army attacked this place.

Rescue of royalty. That is the true purpose.

Disperse soldiers everywhere, and cage the rest in Daedalus, the capital that made them think they were destiny. It's in the suburbs, to get out of sight of this Rank 4 dungeon.

And now they've stepped to the deepest end of the lab. For many years it has been a media relic familiar to both adventurers and knights as the closest dungeon to the capital. If they are familiar with the structure and use secret passageways and hidden doors that are not yet grasped by newcomers, they can be easily contained. In fact, this ambush operation was on the verge of success until the middle of nowhere.

But Judas crushes, as if to grin at it.

"His Royal Highness Prince Wang...... Oh, the eldest brother of Garvinal, number 13 of Black Dragon? Give it up, I'm flying somewhere in Pandora as a brave foot"

The royal family to serve, the first prince of Daedalus, who should be the next dragon king, is used as a human dragon rider - how humiliating that would be to a knight. Judas doesn't know, no, I don't even think about it, but still, I could understand that this Orc Knight had forgotten me and gone mad.

"I won't forgive you! I'm gonna cut you off on this occasion. Ahhhhhhhh!

An oak knight who wields a long, blood-coated sword and approaches it with high-speed steps that are inconspicuous to his eyes.

Judas, against him, stayed on top of the usual Buddha, just silently watching the vicious blade descend on himself - or so I thought.

"Monotype/Flush"

The roar rocked the indoors.

It took only a few moments for the Daedalus knights behind the oak to recognize the situation.

Collapsed ceiling. A submerged floor. An oak knight whose flourishing Daedalus black armor is crushed, falling and lying all bloody.

If you notice, that's the situation. I can't keep up with my understanding.

"Hmm, you're pretty blunt in the arm. I thought I could get there enough to pull out the ceiling."

The naked old man remains on the spot, crushing things like that that don't make sense.

It was the knight of the bent oak that could be called the elite that cut it. It wasn't just the swordsmanship arm, in that cut moment, it also activated a special martial art.

But I sunk this old man with a round back, and just a human, in front of me, into the ground without causing one scratch - I don't understand, but the knights will still be about to remember. what we saw at that moment.

"Monotype/Flush". Judas used a technique called ancient jujitsu.

A blade swung down by Tangbamboo to crack the brain weather. There was a masterclass martial arts "Great Break (Break Impact)" activated. Judas' fingertips just softly glanced at the tip of it from the side.

Touching the blade during the attack is an incredible artist, but the results derived from it are more difficult to believe.

What the hell kind of flow of force worked, when the Oak Knight collapsed into the kind of posture that burst into the floor himself.

More than cut momentum, your body flows downward. No, it's not that easy. His body burst into the floor at a tremendous rate, as if it had been crushed with the hands of an invisible giant.

That's how the first collision happened. The giant slammed to the ground crushed the stone floor with its impact, with countless cracks in the black armor of steel.

The energy of the clash that arose there carried the body of the already unconscious oak up. I blew it up, it would be more appropriate. A big bounce greets him with a stone ceiling as hard as the floor.

Second shock. The ceiling sinks. Sure, if only a little more power was on board, you would have hit through the ceiling and reached the upper floor with the vicious ghost face of the oak.

The third shock is a gentle one just for the free fall. Most importantly, for an orc completely damaged by death in a collision with the ceiling, it is pointless, such as strong or weak power.

It makes a blunt noise and crashes, while at the same time it smashes and scatters like armor breaks pottery. Then all the time, the drool, blood and brainplasm fell zero out of the crevice of the helmet where the horn decorations were shaken.

"He's terribly strong! I can't catch him alive, I'll kill him on this occasion!!

I guess I finally swallowed the situation. Lizardman shouts a temperamental order, thinking he's probably second only to Oak.

Quite a spacious room, but not enough room to wield a spear or a halvard. Slightly inferior in its giant, but with well-rounded swords and knives, the Daedalus knight twists and squeezes his time to Judas.

"Don't wait, Lieutenant, we have hostages over here. I don't have to deal with this jerk. I don't know."

The light toned dialogue, which sounded like smashing the tension that stuck on the field, was heard not from among the packing Daedalus knights - but from further behind the confronting Judas, on the bed that had just gotten out.

Judas slowly looks back, confirming the suddenly emerging novice and what he calls a 'hostage'.

"Hih, ah... Dear Judas..."

One woman calls Judas' name as she squeezes it out.

What an inconspicuous plain face, neither beautiful nor frivolous. Scattered white cheeks on chestnut hairs bouncing with bumps.

The body also has this poor phase detail that is slightly lacking in color as a woman again. The skin is white, but blue and white with an unhealthy impression either way.

Judas' dark blue eyes reflect a naked woman so young that she trembles in tears.

"Bring a woman into a cave like this. You're such a jerk."

Yes, she didn't appear suddenly. From the beginning, I slept in the same bed as Judas.

Until now, I've been snubbing my breath and waiting for the crisis to pass, no, perhaps pushing my fear to kill me and wring it around my sheets to hide away from Judas.

"Are you Slime's assassins? I see. Is there such a thing?"

It is the blue translucent human form that pokes a sharp knife at a plain-faced woman who weeps for a desperate crisis. To be more precise, only the upper body is man-made. I guess I needed a head to speak out and an arm to restrain the woman. His lower body, correctly spherical as the monster's slime, is bumping on the bed. At the centre, of course, the reds and nuclei (cores) were sparkling.

As the structure of the room, a duct for ventilation passes right beside the bed. This slime assassin must have entered here freely through thin ducts with an indeterminate flesh. However, the only knife I could possess for that seems to be a knife sticking to her thin neck.

"Whoa, if you don't want to get Temehe's woman killed, surrender to adulthood. Whoa, I don't have time to think, I'm only gonna wait ten seconds. Here we go, Joo-hoo! Kew -"

"Ugh... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master Judas, I'm so annoyed..."

As if it were the last penance of her life, she continues her words of apology to Judas with a plain face crying out loud that it was like a waterfall.

Still, the ruthless countdown of slime men doesn't stop. It's a joke tone, but he's serious. Worst case scenario, you think Judas doesn't have to surrender.

The strength of trying to kill an oak knight in an instant is astonishing, but with all this difference in numbers, if an elite knight is not alert, some sacrifice will be made, but it is possible enough to kill.

For the most part, Judas thought to be half-baked, wondering if he was making such a prediction. Even a monster without intelligence says he understands the difference in strength in the wild.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm a bad woman, I'm sorry I'm a skank, I'm sorry I'm not colorful -"

Dorothy, get dressed.

Judas turns his gaze at her again and says away.

"I'm sorry. - To?

Dorothy stared back at Judas in tears as Kyoton to that voice who was called his name as a matter of course and ordered him to change as a matter of course.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm talking nonsense, you piece of shit."

"No, is the shower first? Wash off the slime mucus well."

All that said, Judas turned his face again to the Daedalus knight standing at the entrance.

Before Dorothy understands the meaning of the word, she finds it. Soon, the crystals of the red sphere, gripped inside Judas' right hand.

"Hey, ha! Hey, why..."

With a fading fine voice, the knife that was poked at Dorothy drops soundlessly on the bed.

"Heh, that, eh!?

If I noticed, Dorothy, who had become drenched with mucus of melted slime in the drool, gave a warm and startling voice.

The Assassin Slime of Fear no longer exists anywhere, only the mucus, which is his carcass, remains only in Dorothy's nudity and bed sheets.

"Ki, you! What are you doing now!

Seeing Assassin Slime die suddenly and mysteriously, Lieutenant, Lizardman, who was called, speaks up.

"You don't know? Slime is a weakness in the nucleus (core), if it destroys this place, it dies instantly"

Judas throws the slime core on his right hand onto the floor as a knight school instructor says in a tone that teaches poorly made students. The impact of that drop alone smashed the core into pieces of wood dust like a glass worker.

"Stupid, when, how..."

"I just pulled it out with my bare hands. No way, you didn't see it?

You can't see it. Because in the first place, instead of the bare gesture that Judas moved even one step, it's just, like, standing on the spot.

If they used the legendary space-time magic (Eternal) that stops time, would it be the right reaction like now?

Regardless, though it is a silly analogy for Judas, who is convinced that magic and other things with such legendary effects never exist in ancient times.

"Look, Dorothy. Here comes the long-awaited experimental material, we're going to be busy."

Judas takes a step toward the Knight of Daedalus as he shows off his muscularly successful back.

"Damn, this man is dangerous! Whatever you do, we're gonna end up here!

Finally, the Daedalus knights who are serious about launching a simultaneous attack.

Formations in war are crude, but strength at the individual level and collaboration at the minority is considerable. Judas crushes before slashing and spiking from multiple directions, taking advantage of the number of people.

"Oh, boy, don't stay up all night again for a while"

At that time, Dorothy didn't know what had happened was just a researcher. She just saw the crippled body of a Daedalus knight nicely choosen on the chest of every black steel armor and only the right hand dyed red with her heart removed, and only the nudity of Judas standing without a drop of returning blood.

Only the end of the battle could be confirmed. I didn't even hear the end demon scream. Too instant settlement.

Dorothy stares blankly at Judas in a dream somewhere.

"Hmm, can't you just crack down on the security adventurer... I have no choice but to give you a little help. Dorothy, activate all the altars before Non returns."

"Huh? Ha, ha!?

But the calling Judas voice is everywhere real. Then, the instructions are realistic. It was a strict instruction that I really wanted to think was a lie, but I have no choice but to understand the ancient magic (enchant) process that activates all types of altars because I am the only one but Judas.

I'll take care of it.

As such, Judas, leaving the room naked, was also a reality.

"Master Judas! Clothes! Get dressed. Come on!!