Kuro no Maou

With the emergence of chimeric soldiers coming over the wall without difficulty, the scene of the White Soldier Battle unfolding as early as possible can be seen on the walls. The hustle and early appearance of blood and blades deserve a scene of defensive war in everything.

Besides, a meteorite-like burning large rock, which is flown from a stone thrower lined up with a slack about a kilometer away, adds a flaming colour.

The walls lined with Sparda soldiers exert a shameless defense on two names: the Great Wall of Galahad, which they take with dignity, even if rock shells burst into the walls without a single crack. Bullets that draw parabolas and fall from above toward passages and fortifications are also prevented by the latest type of junction machines and the wide area defensive junction of light that the Sparda Royal Sorcerers let deploy to the best of their magic.

The burning rock exploded into pieces and scattered as soon as it touched an invisible junction domed at a point approximately two hundred meters above the fortress. The scorching heat of the flames is scattered, the blowing hot air is blocked and only fragments smaller to the stone size fall apart.

"Hey Nero! Let's get out of here, too!

One boy screamed out loud as the smashing and scattering roar of rock shells overhead.

A blonde haired boy upside down with a tungtung, but his face is covered with an elephant face of a dragon.

"You idiot, don't call me by my real name."

Yes, the boy called Nero, who returns the scratch, was also wearing a mask as well.

However, its design is not a dragon, a simple white mask that covers only the upper half of the face. Just a sharp line of contours, out of the nose to the tip of the jaw, reminiscent of the aesthetic shape under the mask.

But fortunately, the adventurers who are responding around don't seem to care about this one. In the first place, I guess I can't even afford to care.

"Have you forgotten what you've been dressed like this for?

Nero turning a dazed gaze - of course, he is the first prince of Avalon, Nero Julius Erro-Do himself.

He said, "I know! So, uh, what is it, your name?

"... ex"

"Yeah, that's it. That's what I remember. You're up to it!

Nero took a deep sigh, as exemplified by example, at the reactions of his retarded best friend, who for some reason shouted proudly.

"Seriously, please. Hey, you've come this far already. Look, I'm Ex, Charles is S., Safi is Dee, and you... remember?

"Erm... Ky?

"Kay, it is."

It was the name I gave you so even fools could remember, but this doesn't make sense. For now, there was nothing more than praying that this time you would remember.

"Please, don't yell at me for the name of the party."

He said, "It's okay!

I'll take care of it, Dawn and the blonde who slaps her in the chest. Stupid Kai, all I feel is anxiety about Tomorrow Kai is the usual thing.

"Ha... I knew I shouldn't have come, it's such a pain in the ass..."

The rank five adventurer party Wing Road, led by Nero, was now coming in the middle of the Fifth Galahad War. provided, however, that it does not reveal its identity and is a false participation.

The current Nero calls himself the 'Ex' of the new adventurer, who came only to take an emergency quest from Avalon to Sparda far away. Such an Ex boy was to party with three equally newcomer adventurers, who he met by chance in Sparda, sunny and on the battlefield as part of the 'Gladiator'.

That is the setting for the Rank 1 Adventurer Party, Alterface.

Totally, irresistibly crappy lies, acting. Though I feel it is true, in the world of adventurers, I sometimes divide it as necessary.

Basically, only an adventurer who doesn't pry into the circumstances of the person can push through the identity of "self-proclaimed" even in obvious lies. Not a single member of Wing Road, Original, and Alterface thinks, such as just wearing a mask like this and being able to hide who he is. No, only Kai said, "Now you'll never find out! Though you may sincerely believe."

Either way, no matter who realizes who we are, there is no problem. At least not in adventurers.

If Sparda soldiers can't even find us, there's no problem. Especially Third Princess Charlotte.

Regardless, as long as it is thus dispersed within the 'Gladiator', as long as it is not fought in such an evil and conspicuous manner, it will be fine.

"Hey Mr. Ex, so let's do it too!

Kai, once renamed, pulls Nero's clueless apprentice magician robe for disguise with a gouge to api his willingness to fight. Slightly, or rather, it was very dizzy.

"We don't have to move yet. Sparda's defense line isn't brittle enough to sway."

At the end of the sight I saw over the mask, I saw a six-armed werewolf (Warwolf) coming into the walled passage and rampaging around, being metta-sticked and taken away by a spear of a resolutely flying Sparda soldier.

He is an enemy soldier of Chimera with an alien flesh with tremendous power, but he is not an opponent that infantry alone cannot defeat. If you roll the spear out of all directions at the same time, there is no other way in this narrow, escapeless passage than to receive a sharp tip on its body.

If this had been a low-morale weak soldier, he would have been lightly kicked out of fear of the force of the Chimera soldier, but it is the brave and resolute nationalism and famous Spartans who defend this place to the point of a soldier.

Win against a fierce chimeric soldier with courage, temper, guts, and even a few favors.

"Besides, I just killed that creepy little chimeric bastard, and it's not a big deal."

"Me too, I don't need that clutterfish material. I mean, you don't want to use things that people get."

Quietly squealing behind Nero is' Dee ', Saphir Marya Hydra, wearing a face of disastrous rage.

The costume is an apprentice magician robe similar to Nero's. Nero is black, but Saphir is purple close to black. Besides, because of the deep hood, the face of the cuckoo goes hand in hand with the outfit of death. What is emitted more than beyond the mask is an atmosphere that is immediately unexpectedly dark and horrible when the contents are a girl, unless it is as beautiful as rolling a bell.

"I mean, Safi - not Dee, are they me (Simobe) in necromancy?

A red-haired girl, standing right next to Nero, in a mask with a cat's face adorably deformed, casually asked Reaper Safi.

Regardless, the identity of the cat-sided girl is Charlotte Tristan Sparda, the third princess of Sparda.

Instead of the red cape I always proudly translate, I weave bright red capes. Designed to be hooded, just like Saphir, but featuring pinned, standing cat ears there.

The pure white blouse of mythrill fiber wraps around the discreet upper body, and the red and black checked miniskirt worn underneath covers the buttocks that have only recently grown slightly larger. From the hem of the short skirt, the tail of every moving cat is stretched. The finish, not real, but close to real.

By the way, they say how this tail works is the secret of the Moldred Weapons Chamber, the manufacturer.

"No, I'm not a corpse. I'm sure he's alive."

Behind the dark orbit on the surface of the jaw, the purple light sparkles. At the end of his creepy gaze was the appearance of a sparda soldier throwing the body of a skewered and desperate chimeric soldier off the wall.

"Does that mean you modified the Daedalus slaves alive... lok but hey technology"

What, aren't they new breeds of monsters?!? and only Kai the fool is surprised. Even if you're not so smart, you can immediately imagine that you were forced to replace it with that body if you saw it with a fragmented trait as that species.

"But it's a high technology that Sparda doesn't have. At first glance, it looks like an appropriately connected piece of crap, but it's all there and all the parts are moving properly. Besides, it has been deliberately made mild and fortified, and besides, the order to climb the wall and kill the enemy has not been disturbed"

Sure, I can't see him aggressively attacking a warrior who's an ally, although he's a rambling, crazy chimeric soldier like he's lost his reason. Kill him on the wall, presumably engraved in his head with only one order, but possibly even a complete distinction between enemy allies, Saphir says.

"Is there a genius magician in the Crusaders who can prepare so many of them..."

It is a chilled saphire of little interest to others, but rarely, its tone was mixed with colors that impressed me.

"- So there's this crazy tissue that I'm happy to experiment with."

It was that magic technique that I had to admit, doing what I called the Hydra family's proud genius corpse psychic (Necromancer), was hidden in that chimeric soldier.

"Hehe, it doesn't look like an interesting place inside, a crusader. I'm a little interested."

"Oooh! You're worried about Safi fucking. It's rare! Then come with me to defeat them - blah!

In the middle of the dragon's mask, a longscepter (staff) with a crystal clasp on its tip is tapped in. Of course, it was Saphir who waved. There was no mercy, no forgiveness, no shard in that blow.

"That's a different story from this. I don't want to fight you. And now I'm telling you to call me Dee, you idiot."

"Ugh... what if this Yarrow breaks his mask! Unlike me, I'm brittle!

"What do you care?"

It was then that Nero took a second sigh of "Oh man" to his two companions, who were in the usual condition, even on the battlefield.

"Hey, the hell I got out that way! They're coming from down there. Oh, look out!

Such a cry of warning rises from among the fighting adventurers.

"Whoa, you're serious!

"Yabe, they're coming over!

"Move super kick!

Standing in front of the Nero's "Alterface," don't be too dependable. Yes, or no matter how you look at it, a trio of adventurer boys lay down their weapons as they wandered around.

It is the front row where they approach the outside of the walls, and Nero and the others are behind that row. I don't see any looming enemies, but still, I could easily imagine a whole bunch of those multi-armed or multi-headed creepy looking chimeric soldiers rushing up the wall all of a sudden.

From the standing position, the first person to come into contact is the adventurer in the front row. But perhaps they will be torn apart by the chimera under one blow. Then the next person will be ourselves.

Nero silently puts his subtle hands on the love knife "White King Cherry Blossom", which lowers from his waist. Other members were also somewhat in a state of battle, even without the instructions of Nero, the leader.

Even if you don't feel like it here, if the enemy shows up in front of you, you have to fight. Nero and Saphir won't complain about that situation with boulders.

"Okay, now, do it - yah!

At the right time for the chimeric soldiers to climb through the walls, the adventurers launched an attack - I guess they were going to.

But the swords and axes and spears in their hands are softly kicked in front of the giant bodies of the chimeras that have jumped up like dolphins jumping at the sea level.

As Nero expected, each cheap leather armor was torn apart by a flash of sharp nails, and the threesome fell into the aisle sprinkled with blood. They both die instantly, and neither Pickle moves. The other is dying. He watched the blood spilling from his chest endlessly and his hands wet on it with a Kyoton face.

"Oh, fuck... you're lying... me..."

Haven't you ever imagined that we would die? As it were, with an incredible look on his face, he never got up again.

If you hadn't hit the high potion at this moment, your life might have been saved - but in a situation where the enemy stood in front of you, Nero doesn't have the fur to take that much action.

That is neither ruthless nor cruel. Do so, both adventurers and knights. Natural priorities.

Whatever happens on such a battlefield, the priority is life-saving, either by virtuous cleric healers (Priests) or by my sister Nell or so.

And here and now, she's not here. By now, it would be after I even left Sparda's territory.

"Shh, shh, shh!

Standing down on the walls was like an individual based on Lizardman. He grows blue scales and two insect legs from his shoulders. If you eat knife-like lizard claws and picky pointy worm claws at the same time, just humans will be buried in a sea of blood with one blow, just like the adventurer who just fell on them.

But there's no way a Rank 5 Adventurer would cower an opponent to that extent.

"All right! I got it!

Kai pulls through the great sword he bears and cuts into the raging Lizard Chimera with delight. The opposing chimera also moved to rip off her nails and fangs and cleave the impending Kai directly from the front - the moment she started, she stopped.

"Gee!

And with a tall oddity, Lizard Chimera was taken into custody.

That's a black chain. Like a snake crawling quickly from beneath a wall to prey, it flies out jarringly and tangles into a blue scale giant. neck and torso and six arms.

The unnecessarily tangled and captured Lizard Chimera disappeared outside the wall as if dragged straight into the bottom of hell by the hands of the deceased.

"- Red."

The next moment, from beyond the walls, the faint crimson trajectory is reflected in chills. At the same time, I saw various interrupter screams that made me want to cover my ears and an unusually red and black cloudy splash of dirty blood scattered in the void.

Later on, only Kai remained solidified in a sword-wielding outfit with the bodies of three new adventurers and the sudden disappearance of an enemy that could finally be fought.

"Chip, chip, chip! They took my prey!

Nero sighs three times, in front of a man who shouts his thoughts straight everywhere. But it is not against Kai, who regrets, but against those who used the tentacles of the black chain, who sidestepped their prey like bald tacks.

"Ha... you Chrono bastard, he's embarrassed to hang out with the groceries."

Nero is not so obsessed with the aesthetics of battle, but he keeps the minimum distinction. I mean, I don't have a nasty hobby with me that overwhelmingly beats my downward opponent to joy.

"Uh, Chrono is that perverted tentacle guy! I can't believe I use tentacles in battle, I mean, it's chained and it enhances something..."

Charlotte on the cat's face shudders. One thing at the dining room still seems to be dragging on.

"Give me this far to fight with tentacles instead of 'Disease (Air Walker)', it's not a great obsession. I admire you, for being so stupid."

The basic mobility enhancement system martial arts "Disease (Air Walker)" is not limited to the effect of simply increasing the speed of running, if at all.

Grip forces that don't fall even in bad scaffolding places like mud and rock are one of them. If this is further strengthened, it will also be possible to run up the cliffs. If you are perfectly proficient in the finest 'Thousand Mile Disease (Sonic Walker)' you can even kick a void with nothing and walk through the air.

I mean, if you're trying to run around on a vertical wall like this and fight, you usually use the 'Disease (Air Walker)' system martial arts. Whether or not you can fight in such a place without difficulty is limited to a considerable number of swordsmen and warriors.

"Hey, but the Chrono guy, he's moving awesome on the wall, too. I see, people can fight while they hang."

"Hey, don't try to imitate me."

Nero stops in a bit of a hurry inside Kai, who is still about to jump outside the wall. No matter how many of these idiots, I can't erase my anxiety, even though I don't think I'll get that far.

"That's good, if you jump in. Look, use even the thousand-slice rope there."

"I'm not doing it to a boulder! You're telling me to die!

"You always say that."

Nero peeks softly into the walls, ignoring the normal driving Kai and Saphir exchanges everywhere.

There you are, one mad warrior who kills enemy soldiers who flock with joy.

"Chrono, what the hell..."

That man's strength, neither as Nero nor admitted it. Never weak, no, definitely strong. Chrono is indisputable and has the strength to name Rank 5. Because by chance or luck, you can't defeat that Gridgore.

Because I know that, Nero further loses track of a man named Chrono.

With all that strength, why do you imitate such a great deal?

Of course, whether we look to the right or to the left, the Rank 5 Adventurers and those with 'Independence Play Authority (Orderlaid)' still don't try to move. They're all talking. Now it's not our turn.

That seems natural, no matter who doesn't tell me... Krono popped out with us at the same time as the enemy reached the wall. It's like all the crusaders attacking me are my prey.

Slash away the insanely alien chimera, and that pathetic Daedalus slave, too, crushes mercilessly.

Nero doesn't understand. What sensibilities can we relentlessly kill defenseless ordinary people without weapons?

If you're just an infantry, it's dangerous when it comes to unarmed slavery, but if you're a rank five prowess, you're not. Mitigation should be done, compassion should be done. In the first place, you shouldn't be dealing with them from the beginning.

If we do it, it's not a fight anymore, it's just a massacre.

"Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker)? Well, you're absolutely right."

So heartily convinced, Nero looks down at Chrono struggling on the wall with a glowing red gaze behind his mask.

Fiona's gonna have a hard time, too.

A little sympathy boils down to her being attached to such a raw battle frenzy that it goes beyond Kai.

Fiona, I don't know what you think that blurry sleepy, faceless girlfriend belongs to the 'Element Master' led by Chrono. If, really, it's the worst imagination, but even if Chrono has an uninterrupted ambition and is acting to cooperate with it - it still makes no difference that it would be a streak of hard work to get to a man like that.

Though the usual faceless Fiona, thoroughly shooting at the shelter of Chrono and his companion, the avant-garde combo of Leprechaun Lily, has not floated as hard as the dew. I'm doing a pale, rear guard job to do, that's the only impression that normal people would see.

"Well, that's none of my business right now."

Whatever it is, we are not going to intervene in Chrono's actions at this time. The man's aim, presumably, is to achieve more than just the battle of Ischia in this war.

Whatever ambition you have, at least you can't get in the way of it any more than you are fighting as an ally, the Spartan army. If we were to do it, we wouldn't be able to take that much action until we got Krono an evil plot ant like the overthrow of the state and a clearer certainty.

Right now, there's just nothing better than being thorough about how things are going. And even in this battlefield situation, we still don't need the power of 'Wing Road' enough.

"Are we still ahead of us?"

It's about the arrow tip that I expected. Nero's sharp sixth sense strongly appealed to the reaction of the crisis.

"... what"

Face up like you've been bounced and observe your surroundings sharply. But so far, there has been no change.

From time to time, although there are some chimeric soldiers who come aboard, it is far from the kind of situation that occupies this castle wall. Slave ladders have also been brutally bounced and crumbled, and Spartan soldiers have stubbornly refused to break in.

There is no abnormality - No. The anomalies are coming.

"Hey, what... what are you doing?"

At that time, Nero saw something huge emerge more than a crusader position to refrain from a kilometre away.