Kuro no Maou

"- Gu Ha!?

A sharp pain ran through my body and my consciousness awakened at once.

Dim cave. Cold - yes, this is, in the Asbel Mountains, the Last Rose nest.

"Whoa, that hurts... but thanks, bad eating"

My left shoulder is now devoured with the "Hungry Wolf Sword" Bad Eating "blade.

From the shadow that stretches from his feet, his sword tip pops up like a chachi jumping at the surface of the sea. Yes, he ate through the Shadow Gate himself and gave me a machete.

"No... if it's evolved, it's just a bad diet already"

The blade of the Great Sword, which stretches out of the shadows, has undergone significant changes in its color and shape.

The most characteristic is that the blade is torn wide from the inside, like a bamboo - no, like a beast's bamboo (after) that opens its mouth, open up and down.

My left shoulder is scratched just to be pinched by a blade with a broken tip. It seems, however, that the real 'Chaos Warcraft (Chaos Eater)' is sticking its fangs out.

I'm guessing Mr. Leggin didn't dare repair only the bad food because he foresaw this direction of evolution. The belly of the blade pierced by Gridgore's sand and iron sword was not just a scar, but a mouth for eating more prey.

That first prey is me. Or maybe by eating my blood, flesh and magic, which is user-friendly, I am now fulfilling 'evolution' at this moment.

The inside of the open blade is rough and sharp shaped like a saw, and once touched, it eats into the meat. Exactly now, I felt so much blood and magic being sipped from it.

A red line emerges on the body stained in pitch-black from the ground up to the cutting edge, very similar to "grudge" and "neck break". Every time I suck up my powers, I pulse like a dope and a blood vessel.

No more on boulders, eating drain sucks. I'm back in the corner, but I have no ex or child if I fall.

This is the first time in a long time that my only healing magic 'flesh filling' has come up.

Before filling the wound with black magic jelly, we must first pull off the bitten sword...

"- How long have you been biting, you stupid dog! Just get back in your husband's hands!

Sheep controlled a runaway bad diet on my behalf, screaming so softly that my brain wobbled.

From the bottom of "Shadow Space (Shadowgate)," stretch out several chains of bind arts tarnished pitch black, entangling the evil eating body that strips away the fangs.

Bad eating that resists chain commandments like a giddy roar. Looks like the sword itself has really become a beast. But you can't feed me any more fang blades.

Sheep now receive their magic directly from me, and their power is boosted. You can even pull back with this strength.

I could contain it in my dreams, but not now. Yes, in a dream, what.

"Thanks for the sheep, you brought me some bad food."

"Whew! Your husband praised me -!

Oh, totally, you did a really good job all this time. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have made it back to the real world if the sheep hadn't shown up.

Is this any thanks, no, should I even say reward in this case? Anyway, if I don't return the favor of this great work, your husband's name will be obsolete.

"Best maid ever, sheep"

The top of my happiness, sheep shouting Ka all the time, put a bad meal back in my hand.

The living sword, forcibly stripped by the tentacles of the chain, is finally gripped by my hand with a pattern that cannot move, even as it opens and closes its mouth in hollow.

If you grip it again like this, it's the same grip as the previous bad eating that seemed like it was time to get familiar with your hands.

The blade has changed its appearance over time, but only this pattern is no different from what Vulcan has always used for many years.

To my mind, this evolution feels that the very fangs of the "Chaos Warcraft (Chaos Eater)", which are full of themselves, greatly stretch their abilities and curse will, and that only the part of the pattern where there is no change at all, is inhabited by Vulcan thoughts unchanged.

The feeling in this hand appeals to me - eat and kill more enemies, the evolutionary bad eating is hungry, so am I, hungry - and I'm sure it wasn't my fault that I felt that way.

"Oh good, I'll feed you more, more! This" bulimic tooth sword "" very bad food "!

Flip the roaring blade, switching it backwards, and stick it at your feet thoughtfully. First, let him eat and break the commandments that bind my half.

When I woke up, my body was covered in clear ice just around my knees. My toes are completely cold and my senses are just a little paralyzed.

The tip of the extreme bad eating blows the ice cubes covering my legs like shackles to the wood end dust. Freedom returns to my feet with sparkling scattered fragments scattered around like brittle glass finishers.

"Almost there, I was part of the Ice Statue... but I'm sorry that the three of us are going to be stunningly trapped..."

Now that I had woken up from the horny dream of Last Rose, I understood all the karaki of this cleverly set trap.

We were alert to the surprise attack that the last rose body was hiding and approaching, setting up an illusion of immediacy in an unintentional way. But that's completely off-target.

Last Rose appeared before us from the beginning, gradually, slowly and slowly, illusioning us not to be noticed.

Yes, Ts running to the wall of the cave, this is who Last Rose is. To be more precise, it is a terminal tissue such as limbs and tentacles that extend countless times from the body.

What's amazing about him is that he doesn't produce any direct magic effects from magic. On its own, this is really just like a plant, it doesn't dwell on any special abilities, it's just a wax.

At first glance, it looks like it naturally grew in the cave - this is what Rustrose seemed to have placed it all computationally. In other words, it is a "magic formation" of sleep induction. Would such things as hypnosis be more appropriate than magic?

The adventurer who enters here lights up and proceeds vigilantly around him. Little by little, but surely it erodes consciousness by not paying attention to it and just continuing to put it in part of your sight, Tsubasu, who rises blurry with the light of a light (torch).

It is a mechanism that works only with visual information, so there are no signs of magic that occurs when magic is activated. Because it's just drawn in front of me.

No matter how sharply I detect signs, Lily is wasting her time trying to emit a telepathic alert net. There is no anomaly to be detected there.

If you already know it's a sole, it's a fragile hypnotic trick that won't catch you, but if you don't realize it, you're sure to fall.

And once you step into that wonderful world of dreams, it's impossible to come back with your own will alone - at least, I couldn't.

"I didn't know Lily and Fiona would get caught... this time it was really dangerous..."

Looking back, there were two people there with ice erosion progressing all the way around their hips. Lily and Fiona both have restful sleeping faces. What the hell kind of happy dreams are you having?

If this is on the bed, I'd be hesitant to wake you up, but this sleep is a sweet trap that loses your life.

Wave a very bad diet and destroy the Ice Commandments just like I do.

The only reason the cuttoe is crushed and scattered with a light touch must be because this ice is ice magic with a drain effect, not purely destructive.

This cave is the nest of Last Rose, not so much his dominion as his belly is not an exaggeration.

After being rendered incapacitated by horny dreams, they will be ice pickled by this ice magic and gradually deprived of their vitality to feed themselves. If all is sucked, the clothes and equipment will remain intact, like the ice statues we have seen, and only the body will become bone.

But everyone here would have happily accepted that death.

Speaking of which, Jimmy told me that the cleric man who defeated Last Rose told me during his death, "I wish I had been killed by Last Rose with my people then, too," Jimmy told you.

"Well, it was an ideal world..."

Last Rose produces, dreams. The ability to form that complete world is no other, psycholeptic (telepathic).

Tsu's magic formations only have the effect of putting adventurers to sleep. After a defenseless state of sleep, LastRose plants a brain hack with her powerful telepathic abilities.

The effect starts with scanning things like people's memories and aspirations. What do you like, dislike, pleasant memories, painful experiences, trauma, desires - that, everything.

Construct the ideal and realistic world that we most desire as a dream, with complete mastery of personal memory.

If you embody a delusion without too much thumping, you will be detected abnormal. Even minor discomfort can be a factor in dreaming. Illusion is a delicate move.

That's why LastRose continues to show her sweet dream life, discreetly judging the lines of out and safe from her memories.

And once you get hammered, you can't get out anymore. I start wishing myself, "May this happiness last forever."

In my case, that moment must have been the night Shirazaki came to stay, the night she and her, what... we had. If it had gone that far, it might have been too late, even if sheep and bad eating had appeared.

Totally embarrassing, it is a paranoid world of virginity. At the time Shirazaki confessed to me, I realized it was a dream, my idiot. Really, I'm already stupid!

"Speaking of which, you two are fine...... right?

With the shackles of ice shackled and the two falling into my arms, I don't remember a glimmer of anxiety in the satisfying sleeping face that floats on its face. When you wake up, there may be too much confusion between dreams and the fallout of reality...... no, I can't help thinking about it now.

Yes, because now, as soon as possible, we have to fulfill the crusade of Last Rose.

"Thanks to telepathy, I already know all your stuff - Yikes!

A very bad diet with its mouth shut becomes a bigger one than before. He returned his shape completely to the Great Sword and then slammed it against the cave wall.

What I aimed for was the inside of the arcing wall. If it's on the inside, it's fine anywhere. Because this cave is completely circular and connected.

The body of the last rose sits in its central space.

"Okay, it's open"

At first glance, it appears to be a stubborn rock wall no different from the outside, but its armor is infinitely thin. Rather than the cave being circular, it's a huge circular space at first, and you're right to create an interior wall for the costume later.

What a versatile monster cave architecture is in addition to hypnosis, illusion and telepathy. The boulder is rank 5.

The ragged and collapsed inner walls, dark beyond them, I can't even see anything at night. Last Rose doesn't need vision in the first place, so I guess it's not a problem in the dark either.

"The illusion trap has been broken, the location has also been identified, there is no special combat capability in the main body..."

The reason I'm so sure of LastRose's information is because I also caught a glimpse of LastRose's memory.

With sheep and nightmare intervention, the illusion of dreams was about to be broken, and LastRose tried to take action by setting me up a more telepathic hack.

Mr. Shirazaki suddenly started fighting sheep by demonstrating superhuman strength - oh, yeah, that move must have mimicked the most powerful person I know.

Seventh Apostle, Saliel.

The battle between Sheep and Fake Shirazaki was a reproduction of a scene that me and Sariel fought in front of the walls of Daedalus.

An attack of offsetting with a pilebanker that strikes the Devil's Sword (Sword - Arts) from the front, sides, and brain, with spears and sagittarius, and interacts closely. An ambush by a basilisk bone needle was omitted, but a series of streams, almost identical.

They read his memories really well... and that's why I could read his memories too.

Telepathy is also a delicate ability, just like illusions that are lifted by a little shock. I tend to forget it because Lily always uses it omnipresent, but it has a surprisingly risky side to it.

The first example of this is' reverse interference (back door) '.

It is a phenomenon where memories and emotions are read by someone who is setting up telepathy, and vice versa.

If you were a telepathic capable person, you could consciously set up a 'reverse interference (back door)'. If the person who set up the telepathy was unintentionally obstructed or interrupted by an incident, even if he was not a capable person, control would not work and his information would spill to the other person at will.

Furthermore, when the power of more powerful telepathy loses control and diffuses to the surrounding area, it seems that there is also a pattern called 'forced interference (overflow)' in which not only the operator and the opponent, but also those nearby, are involved indiscriminately and a mixed line of memory occurs. If that degree of confusion goes too far, it sucks, and severe sequelae such as amnesia and personality leopards can also occur.

By the way, this information was taught in Nell's personal class, not Lily's. I didn't expect knowledge to come in handy at times like this. I wonder how much Nell can help me. I'll buy you another pudding.

So, well, this time, what happened to me was this' reverse interference (backdoor) '.

It was the perfect telepathic ability of Last Rose, but it was suddenly disrupted by the intervention of the ability to eat any kind of magic.

It's no coincidence that sheep chose a bad diet. If it weren't for the evil eating that absorbs magic, I couldn't destroy the world of dreams that confounds me. cut with other weapons and would never have woken up just to inflict pain.

Thus, remembering everything, the fake Shirazaki ladies, the moment they fed themselves into a bad diet, "Reverse Interference (Backdoor)" was activated.

It is a mixed illusion of hypnosis and telepathy that was never broken this way in life. Last Rose was not born with the art of controlling disturbed moves. And I didn't have the experience to earn it.

For more than thirty years, there is nothing more than information about the ecology that I may have, such as memories in the Last Rose that have continued to prey in the same way in this cave.

That's how I received the information that poured in like rage during the moment I woke up with the pain running on my shoulder. I can confidently say that I am now the most familiar with the Last-Rose ecology in the world.

While I know that much, and yes, while I understand how happy death can be caused by drowning in this horny dream, I am nevertheless unwavering in my determination to defeat Last Rose.

Maybe when I die, too, I'll say "I wish LastRose had killed me" regrets. I'm really going to say something when it comes back to Sariel again.

"Still, I... I want power"

Come on, so come on, Last Rose.

Give me a fourth blessing that will help me defeat the Apostle.