Kuro no Maou

Bright red hair and cape stiff in the hot breeze. But I won't let that musculoskeletal succeeding flesh be slight. Standing so magnificently on the walls is Leonhardt Tristan Sparda, the 52nd King of Sparda -

"... I've never seen Faros not spray fire before, but it's a hell of a lot"

He is his son, Prince Eisenhardt.

What spreads under his eyes is the appearance of the steel giants that burst into flames of black smoke and collapse while exposing a red-hot cross-section. A giant ancient weapon that drained the liver of a powerful Spartan soldier sank into a brittle, snowy land.

As Eisenhardt turned around, gassing his father's conceded red hair or something, there he saw four towers erupting bright white vapor smoke as opposed to the golem.

Earlier, from the heavenly side of the tower, a fiery attack magic was fired that devastated the Enchanted Golem.

The four defensive towers equipped for the heavenly guard of the Fortress of Galahad are officially named 'Battle Tower Pharos'.

In Spartan-style castle architecture, the quadrangular heavenly guard and the tower in the four corners are one set, which will never be given a particular name, but only the Fortress of Galahad and the Royal Castle of Spartan are specially made. Sparda also has ancient weapons, just as the Crusaders carried an ancient weapon called the Enchanted Golem.

That's the battle tower, Faros. To be precise, it is a firing device that shoots out ultra-high heat lines, built into its heavenly surroundings.

It will be understandable to everyone to see the sight that spreads before them how destructive a turret utilizing ancient artifacts that are even unassailable for analysis in modern magic (model) can bring. It was already fifty years ago that this battle tower Pharos was installed, but it is still active as one of the secret weapons that the Garahad Fortress boasts.

And even now, an ancient hotline burned down a huge enemy shadow approaching Sparda to show it.

"But the hell with one shot... I still have half of it left"

An enchanted golem emerges that continues to advance, breaking the curtain of black smoke that greatly blocks sight, sounding guillotines, tall metal sounds and painful running sounds.

The battle tower Pharos, one shot per. Total, I can fire four shots. But at the price of all that power, there was a constraint that the continuous firing was not advantageous, and that the magic filling of the next bullet firing would take a whole day.

King Leonhardt summarily sentenced the Pharos artillery, which should be called the Tiger's Son, to all ammunition, into this imminent army of golems.

No one knows if it was broken or premature, but still, I've already shot it. And then there's nothing more than challenging the challenge of how to prevent the Golem that has five bodies left.

"Well, you just have to jump on it and beat it directly..."

Eisenhardt's ears hear a heavy drum that can't even beat the footsteps of the Golem. Braveheart, the first team led by Leonhardt, is a powerful fighter to show off on offense.

"Wait, Your Highness. I can't believe you're going."

One of those voices coming right from the side is a tough-faced middle-aged man with a fine jawbeard. The expression is more of a belligerent warrior than a courteous knight.

He is an undisputed Sparda knight, not an adventurer, because of his manly, disappointing, large body of everything, and his red heavy-duty infantry gear. Moreover, the scarlet dazzling armor of the Armadite ore and the distinctive chicken crown (crest) decorated helmet, which are only allowed to be worn by the most elite of the first team 'Brave Heart', are authentic, authentic.

All with Omake, his golden gauntlet shining from right shoulder to arm was a testament to his being an even more chosen strongman among the glorious heavily armed infantry.

How many, however, will notice that elongated elf ears are hidden in their helmets? Yes, his race is not human, it is an elf.

"I don't really want to go either, but you can't just not go, can you?

"Then, Wonder, this Ellywood too, would like to offer you"

"No, you stay, Lieutenant."

"Your Royal Highness is not the captain entrusted by His Majesty with this Fourth Squad 'Gladiator'"

Originally, Eisenhardt belonged to the first squad, Braveheart. So, as deputy captain after my father, Leonhardt, I was devoted to the military.

But when the Fifth Galahad War began, Leonhardt ordered him to direct the Fourth Company 'Gladiator'. Says, because that would be a better experience. I can't convince you, but I can't overturn the king's decision.

Most importantly, even when I was gone, Sir Galblades' reappointment as a former deputy captain did not create disturbances in command, so it was not that much of an impossible personnel transfer. It will certainly also be an experience to put together and lead the Fourth Squad, which will be a group of mercenaries to gather. Sudden instructions, but it wasn't unreasonable.

That's how Eisenhardt became captain of the Fourth Squad, and to assist it, Ellywood, a warring Spartan knight who was also captain of a thousand in the First Squad, was appointed deputy captain.

"Well, well, the receptionist at Guild headquarters. An elite, beautiful daughter who can do it is waiting in Sparda, isn't she? I can't let you do this."

"Hmm, why is His Highness so familiar with my daughter? Your Highness is secretly after you, too."

To Eliwood, who emits swordswallowing signs of rebellion, Eisenhardt answers softly as he sheds a cold sweat in a hurry half-witted half.

"No, you said so yourself. I heard it before. They asked me about three times. Alcohol seats, every time."

"Oops, this is rude. Thank you. I seem to be all proud of my daughter when she drinks in."

That's what all the 'Braveheart' crew know. I know so much about it that I don't like it.

You're the only one, such as the Spartan people, who make King Leonhardt speak and listen to his daughter's pride. Yes, he was Eisenhardt with a bit of a jitsy eye at Ellywood, who laughed luxuriously at "Wahaha" without evil.

"But, well, seriously, I'm the only one who can go. Anyway, my dad pops up on his own, so it's my job to support him."

Braveheart's heavy-duty infantry unit, to be partitioned by the deputy captain, Sir Galbraith, was visible. In the Fourth Galahad War, it was none other than him who led the squad while King Leonhardt struck one with King Garvinal. The boulder is the corner of the four great nobles of Sparda. It was a fine and shameless work for the title.

"All you have to do is rumor... what is it, Dad?

Eisenhardt, who spoke like a soliloquy, but in his ear he did receive the voice of King Sparta.

A little blue piercing, gleaming in the ear. That is the highest quality telepathic communication magic set (magic item), made of high-purity crystals of telepathic ore.

- Ike, get rid of that golem.

"Me alone?

"Take whoever you want. But make sure you fight too."

"It's wacky that you'll give me a chance to do something about it. That you're a kind father."

"From that golem, I feel disturbing signs. Make sure."

Ha, and a heavy sigh. Eisenhardt follows. To the point of purposefulness.

But that was nothing more than childish disobedience or irony, purely because I remembered the pressure of the burdens imposed on me.

"Isn't my father a disturbing attentive and pretty fucked up..."

I'll take care of it.

That's all I left to say, my father Leonhardt's communications broke off.

Eisenhardt exhaled again before slowly turning back to Deputy General Eliwood.

"That's what I'm talking about."

"Uhm... I don't have a choice"

With His Majesty the King's immediate orders, Eliwood will also have to snort.

"Don't worry about it. About five more bodies, you can handle it. Besides my father, there are other people who can take down that big fat ass."

Eisenhardt watched closely about the adventurer party that destroyed the enchanted golem before the battle tower Faros shot it. Instead, I have to pay attention.

The threesome named "Element Master" is all the more so because he is also connected to his brother, Wilhardt, but he has been concerned for a long time. I thought I'd go see the face of the stranger who forms friendships with that brother even in my spare time, although I was totally unexpected that he would come sooner between the thrones after a great effort in awarding him a medal.

Will is smart, but I think he makes it when he sees people.

When he elected Prince Wilhardt's escort maid for admission to the Royal Spartan Seminary, he chose Celia, a dark background former assassin of the Intelligence Department (Assassin), none other than himself. Her appearance is neat, but the other candidates are far more glamorous and colorful, which already had a few attractive maids. Some would have approached him in the shadows. Wilhardt is not expected to have a future, but a second prince, even if he rots. Back then, the nickname of a paranoid prince hadn't even spread, and it still looked normal. At least not from someone else in red.

But Wilhardt, then thirteen, was blind to a more beautiful maid candidate and chose Celia. Oh, you like that kind of woman? and I asked him why he chose to be straight like his brother, but then he answered:

"It's just that I chose the best of those. There's no other reason."

Eisenhardt still can't forget the look on his brother's face, who looked genuinely strange about what he was asking for the obvious.

If Wilhardt had the same power as himself - pointless, but occasionally makes me imagine that.

Nonetheless, the adventurer that my brother found showed in front of me the activity of destroying the enchanted golem. Wilhardt's eyes are earliest, unsuspecting.

"You've got a good friend, Will... but I know a bad friend who can take down the golem, too."

I look around lightly, but Eisenhardt's golden eyes did not show the appearance of Spartan's best Reiki gladiator.

"Damn, where the fuck is Fall's guy... you're still a selfish guy"

What grand nobleman's son, so elegant looking Falcius, but yeah, I can see him. He's a freelancer, self-absorbed mood. However, there are few people who know that it is true, although it is a constant smile and a soft atmosphere.

You're passionate about what you like, what you're interested in, but you're good through what you don't like, what you're not interested in, what you're tired of. clever man, but its intrinsic character may be closer to King Leonhardt than it is to itself.

Eisenhardt is this and does things unexpectedly and seriously. Combat Madness I am proud to say that I was a far more honorable student compared to my father and sister, who were superb here and dawned into battle as much as I liked. At the same time, that's all I think I am.

"Well, look, if you put this deadbeat in front of you, you're gonna care a little bit about how much fal you are,"

Leaving friends as whimsical as cats alone, Eisenhardt begins to concentrate toward his own battle.

Bright red swords as they burn, pulling them out over the backs of crimson cloaks, and putting their feet on the walls of the aisle.

"Well, let's go..."

Eisenhardt thus stepped out without hesitation into a void fifty metres above the ground.

"Oh, it's dangerous... I thought I was going to die..."

After rolling in a gobble as he struck his body hard against the metal floor, he rises in a mellow motion.

"Sheep, you missed the addition and subtraction."

"Uh-huh, sorry, my husband."

Well, it's hard to say that you're safe, but you've still arrived at your destination.

"It's lower than the walls, but it's pretty tall after all"

Right now, I'm standing at a point twenty meters above ground. Tartarly upon the walls of the earth, the foot of this steel shakes like a canoe floating in rough waves.

Yes, this is over the shoulder of the enchanted golem that continues to march against the walls.

If you look to the right, the snowy scenery of the Galahad Mountains flows, and if you look to the left, you'll see a bright red monocular (monocular) eye floating on your head like a giant full-face helmet.

Does the person inside (the pilot) see me super enlarged?

"... Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts)"

I'll try and shoot him, but he still played it off. Glassy lenses, but not one crack in there. It doesn't look like the big first is necessarily the wack of weakness.

"Hey Chrono, you okay? It was kind of a huge push."

Fluffy, and so likely to hear a phonetic sound, it was Lily in a beautiful girl who gently descended from heaven. Because of the beauty that could be both beautiful and cute, I decided to be strong because I had a genuinely worrying eye.

"Absolutely, I'm fine. It's all in the math."

Still, were you flying away at such a nasty speed watching from the side?

The way I came to the shoulder of the Golem was with sheep demon hands (bind arts), just as I had just rammed on the walls of the castle. Hookshot instructions, fly chains to the golem and secure. The simple principle of diving as it is after.

However, due to the unprecedented length of the flight, I asked Sheep to "ask for it earlier". If the speed of winding up the chain is slow, my body will just clash to the ground. It's just a hippo long bungee jump.

No, really, I'm glad it worked.

"I hope you're okay..."

Slightly pitiful Lily's gaze hurts. What's more, it's even more painful to draw my intentions and give me an understandable response.

After all, was it impossible to spit a lie through Lily's opponent?

"I don't care about me, let's cut it quick"

So I decided to stray from the spearhead of the story - about half the reason. Now, really, it's a prerequisite to do something about the golem that keeps going with Zunzun.

"Well, it wouldn't be useful to stay here for long."

It was Fiona who stood down to the Golem in her black clothes, concurring with my words.

She was in Lily's princess cuddle and came this far. Unlike me, you would have enjoyed a safe trip to the sky. Thank you so much for flying Fairy Air today. Well, we (Lily) didn't look very funny.

"Well, then, Lily, I asked for it."

"Yeah, I got it, Chrono. I'll open the cockpit for you in a minute."

Lily smiling demonically. The golem strategy she proposed was to open the cockpit and kill the pilot directly. It is an understandable operation that punches the weakness of the enchanted golem, where the moving fortress exerts its defense as well.

If the Golem had the maneuverability of a super robot appearing in the cartoon, it would be very impossible to execute, but fortunately the movement of Koitz is dull. This is how you actually succeed in jumping on it.

"Um, maybe around there."

From the shaking golem's shoulder, Lily jumps down with Piong. Lily, who headed to the back side rather than the front, stopped at the area just between the shoulder blades when it came to people. Of course, in aerial levitation.

Lily, sticking to Pitali and Golem's back, stretches her white hands into boneless steel armor. I don't see any particular kind of opening or closing switch or lever, but now, how does Lily pave the way to the cockpit?

I care, but apparently I didn't have time to relax and observe.

"I knew there was an escort."

"You were right to follow us."

Many Harpi-Based Chimera soldiers emerge dancing through the universe with Kyower and a deafening oddity. Flying around like a golem, a giant human form, gives the impression of a mosquito dragonfly even with bird feathers.

The herd, but he didn't seem to think about formations, especially when working together, and in turn flew from those who were going to take the lead to Lily, who exposed her defenseless back.

"Machine Gun Form (Mode Gatlinggore) -)"

Calling out of the shadows, The Greed has already been converted into a six-shell Gatling Gun. The shell for the blaster, which unleashed a large amount of "Charged Particle Dragon Cannon (Plasma Brace)", is currently cooling in "Shadow Space (Shadow Gate)".

Sheep said, "Hot! This is so hot. No, my husband!," he cried, chilling the other day using the cold air of the pseudo-ice attribute, the fourth protection obtained even though it was unintentional.

As an image, thin tentacles are entangled in countless shells before releasing cold air. Cool it carefully, slowly, because if it cools too sharply, it may break like Simon's Gatling Gun.

I think it's time to get cold, but machine guns are more useful now. The muzzle, which began to spin with a mechanical sound with Curacula, was directed towards Harpikimera.

"Shooting (Burst)"

Even a big mess of aim doesn't allow a large amount of bullets to be fired out to dodge. Scattered in the sky are dos black smudged blood and colorful feathers. Harpikimera's predecessors were brutally shot down, leaving behind only the screams of a nasty disconnect that lingered behind his ears.

"Speaking of which, you've never been avant-garde with Mr. Chrono."

Next to me being seriously thorough with interception actions, Fiona called out with the ease of changing the subject during the chat. Fiona is my pace everywhere, even when I come to the top of the enchanted golem.

"Well, speaking of which, maybe so"

Raw reply as I prepare to descend on the back of a vertical golem no different from the walls to protect Lily. But I'm pretty sure I've never worked with Fiona in the avant-garde before.

"Sometimes I wondered if it would be bad for me and Mr. Chrono to go wild on the front lines,"

"What kind of change of heart is that again?

Most importantly, Fiona has always said, "The rear guard is the best. I'm happiest when I'm shooting cover in the back," although I never even heard of the satisfactory appeal of my position. But at least it shouldn't have been dissatisfaction.

"I was fighting with Mr. Lily earlier because it seemed like a bit of fun"

It's not like I was playing. Instead, I had a rather painful grip on the inside.

But, well, Lily and I are breathtaking, so when we fight shoulder to shoulder, we also feel like team play is playing a hot sport. Her follow up is perfect, and my assist, shouldn't be so bad.

As for Fiona, maybe that's what looked interesting.

"Well, let's see if it's really fun, let's try it now"

"Yes, let's go then - formation 'Vertical Front (Vertical Limit)'"

That's how me and Fiona jump off Golem's back after Lily. I will, of course, pass on the lifeline of Bind Arts.

Fiona, by contrast, rushes out the vertical plane as it is.

I'm not saying no because I'm falling. Just like running on the ground, it runs a ninety degree wall with steady posture and velocity.

"... Next time I'll ask Fiona to tell me 'Disease (Airwalker)'"

Fiona's martial arts were so perfect that she accidentally leaked such a crush. You're a witch.

Says if you can't do this much, you can't do it solo, apparently. Sounds familiar phrase, but again, Fiona is surprisingly clever, except for magic control.

While I felt immature, I pulled the trigger with a gun in my hand.

I have absolute trust in Lily, and on the battlefield I can safely count on her back, but even Fiona, I trust her just as much.

So now I don't have any anxiety about playing avant-garde with Fiona. With a blowing bullet and a flaming storm, let's get Lily on your back, both of you, through.