Kuro no Maou

"... what happened"

After the loud crushing noise and the tremor that rocks the walls subsides, I stand still. Lily looked to the right, Fiona to the left, each kneeling on the floor as well. Apparently, he's not hurt.

However, some of the delayed adventurers seem to have fallen over with their feet taken by the wobble, and groaning there.

More concerned than that is what happened to the wall.

"Whoa, Zachri, you're poking me."

The taurus you see under your eyes looks like you've shaken off a straight punch. Drill's right arm is poking deep into his elbow. Given the length of the arms and the thickness of the walls, you know, push it through with one more push?

From what I've seen, it looks like the drill has stopped spinning, and Taurus has decided he can't penetrate it with any more force pushes, and I don't see any further moves to push his arm in.

But if you eat the punch again, this time the wall is likely to be crushed. The second shot is absolutely, you can't forgive me.

"Lily, Fiona, if you jump on it now, the destruction should be on time"

"Wait, Chrono, the attack on him is not over yet"

I stopped my right arm as Lily hugged me as I was preparing to fire my demon hand (Bind Arts) so I could jump out now.

What do you mean, Taurus moves before you ask?

Again, I thought I'd wield the right arm of a giant drill - that arm came off. The kid made a tall metal noise and separated it beautifully in the elbow area. The drill remains stuck against the wall.

"What, it's broken"

"Yeah, that's how I'm armed"

Taurus, who took the drill off, just said the role had been played, let the blue and white booster spray again and just started retreating. A rising snowstorm reaches above this wall.

"Damn, you can't chase..."

Taurus, who exhibits tremendous mobility thanks to his booster, quickly moves away from the walls. If I had gotten ahead of myself and rode off, I would have been transported straight to the Crusaders' headquarters.

So, completely unable to seize the chance to fight back, Taurus backs down the original path. Even those on the south left were starting to get Taurus home in the same way. There seemed to be more bloody adventurers over here, and those who dared to get in could be seen shaken off.

No matter how much snow it is down there, if it falls from a height that is more than twenty meters, you won't be safe.

"I'm not about to chase you. 'Cause this wall's gonna be torn down already."

bitter, and yes it was then that Lily leaked the word.

The explosion sounds. At the same time, a tremor running through the walls of the castle. Both the explosion sound and the shake are phenomena that have occurred many times since the end of the battle, but this sound is the greatest. Big, more than that, close. Right next to the wall - no, in the wall, because there was a big explosion.

"- Ew! You're lying. Hey, the drill blew up!

I can see the moment of the explosion directly and without seeing it.

Lily said it was "that kind of armed". I mean, Taurus's giant drill wasn't just an excavator, it was a bomb that would make you blow up after poking at your target. You may say that the armored grenade was struck straight in. It wasn't a pile bunker, it was a grenade burst, damn it.

Gogo, on a wall that creeps and makes an ominous noise, I step on the big one.

But because of Lily, who could still hold my right arm, and Fiona, who had grabbed my left arm at some point, the three of us stomped in the mood to avoid it at all costs. Somehow, I didn't have to fall like this... but perhaps, no, no doubt, the walls aren't safe.

Fearful and other winds, he peered across the wall where black smoke rose.

"Ko, this is Yabe..."

There was a big hole in the wall.

Just peeking from this standing position, you can't see it penetrating to the other side of the wall. I don't see it, but the situation would be obvious in view of the fact that black smoke is also rising from behind me, that is, from the inside of the wall.

The detailed size of the hole is still indistinguishable, but given the size of the drill and the scale of the explosion, it must still be as wide as it can be called a 'big hole'. Fortunately, or were you aiming, the position of the hole is more than a dozen meters high from the ground. Slightly below the middle of the wall, something like that. Right now, the warrior's ground unit won't come into an avalanche. Still, an infiltration of a chimeric soldier with manoeuvrability running endlessly around a vertical wall would be inevitable.

Yes, now exactly, the absolute defense that Fortress Galahad boasts has been broken.

The wall barely withstood the blow of the drill, but by the big explosion that took place inside, it was unbearable. That the robust Great Wall of Galahad, built with this ancient relic, an attack beyond its defense, was just knocked in. Simple, but so absolute a rationale of power that there is nothing you can do.

"There's still one more plane left. I'm coming for you."

At the tip Lily points out, a full-tune taurus stands majestically still motionless from the appearance. Towards the walls, not to the right or to the left, but in the middle of nowhere.

If he starts to run straight, it's still intact in the middle of the walls. And the armor is definitely thinner than the wall, the main entrance.

"As bad as it gets, no matter how much, it's not good for the front gate to be broken"

Castle Weekpoint that even the battle amateurs will come up with first. If it opens there, it falls.

That Taurus is after a giant steel gate that matches the walls of the Great Wall that covers heaven. No one will notice that aim, which is too straight and straightforward.

"Hey, hey, aren't you a little fucked up?

"I'm not going anywhere, idiot!

"If you eat like that, you're going to be able to break it in one shot!

There is nothing to hide, and the voice of haste rises there. Spartan soldiers are somewhat bothered, but less dominant adventurers scream anxiety at will. If you're an officer, the atmosphere is like worrying about the emergence of a fugitive.

But if there really is an adventurer to escape, I'm still not willing to take a step back.

"Definitely stop next time - sheep, change of barrel (barrel change)"

"Yeah -!? If I shoot" Plump - "right now, it'll break!

"It's better than the gate being broken, do it!

Once again, I set up "The Grid," and Sheep said, "Yeah, I'll do it!" and start moving your tentacles as you raise your temper voice, as well as filling (charging) pseudo-lightning attributes (energy).

Before holding the foregrip on his left hand, he quickly loaded another shot of "Ultra-Electromagnetic Warhead (Gil Barrett)" from among the five remaining rounds.

"Ultra-Electromagnetic Warhead (Gil Barrett) Load Confirmation! Until the energy critical point (full charge), then, uh... fifty seconds or so -!

At this time, you don't have to go to full. Attract to the critical and then shoot, and you'll have the power there.

"Lily, Fiona, we're going for your eyes."

"I'll break the lens."

"Well, I'm in Flying Thunder Spear (Rhine Chris Sagitta)"

Lily and Fiona, with their hands set on Einsbrum, will respond instantly with a dazzling white light, "To Heavenly Treasure Ball (Diamond Heaven)". Ready, on the contrary, you seem to understand my intentions, even though I've only explained one word.

Taurus fell in that red lightning attack magic blow. A weakness aiming maneuver, based on the presumption that if a powerful electric shock can be shed inside the fuselage, the entire body can be shortened due to its structure.

Earlier, I couldn't let a full-tune taurus thrust me through bear a scratch, but if I were to break or just hurt an eye-covering lens, Lily alone would be able to do it. Most importantly, the light bullets that Lily emits are tremendously inductive. Even if Taurus takes evasive action at that speed, he can be made to hit without difficulty.

The rest is decided by me and Fiona's thunderstorm. This one has a slight difficulty with hit rates, and I want time to charge, so let's get to the limit. His drill roared his right arm until it was close to reaching the wall.

Most of all, that's a little over ten seconds away. My charge and Fiona's chant are pretty critical.

Taurus has already swung his right arm wide up. Just before you hit the walls. The adventurers echoed the scream of despair - now, here and now, we have to shoot.

At that moment, I'm about to scream for the launch.

The red light ran.

"- What is it!?

Toxically bright red, but brightly brilliant crimson glow. Enormous and long vertical flashes of letters so much that even fifty meters of walls are likely to be broken apart.

That was not released by Taurus, but rather, vice versa. The bright red light was emitted by someone who stood there, no, precisely, from the walls.

Who the hell is it? Before I could confirm that, I saw a scene where a supermassive red 'flash' cut a full-tune taurus in two.

Kin, the cool tone of the wooden spirit soars. That must be the sound of the red light causing Taurus's thick metal armor to turn down in a flash.

If you notice, a scarlet ran in a straight line from Taurus' head to his crotch, and at the next moment, the giant separated left and right, still the momentum of the erupting booster. A vast section of red-hot was exposed during the moment until a bisect of wreckage penetrated the snow.

Taurus's body, separated left and right, wrapped in bright red blast flames as he rolled up a huge snow smoke and sank to the ground. Rising red and white speak above all eloquently to the Spartan army that Taurus has been completely destroyed.

After I saw it that far, I remembered Ha and turned my gaze towards the center of the walled passage where the red light emitted.

An amazing attack that made Taurus break away with so much overwhelming power. The identity of those who let it go is obvious, no matter who it is not explained to.

"Is that Sparda's strongest man..."

At the end of his gaze was the figure of the Red King, who emits a wave of grand majesty and powerful magic in a position that shook off the great sword of a crimson blade.

"... I just have to use it"

So quietly squeaking and extending his right hand was the 52nd King Sparda, Leonhardt Tristan Sparda.

He truly deserves to be king: full body armor (full plate armor) colored with gold based on crimson red, and a crown-shaped grand magic fixture (artifact) instead of a helmet on his head. A cloak of the same colour as the rough lion's tender red hair is snow-styled and grandly royal in the middle of it on the walls of the fortress of Galahad.

A sharp golden glance pierces a steel giant who rushes to our castle with a blue and white light.

"Come out."

The stretched right hand, the golden bracelet incorporated in the armor (gauntlet) attached, ran to break - at that moment a magic formation of red light unfolding in a spiral.

Magic red light, the effect it has is just one thing: 'storage'. In the magic fixture (magic item) of the reclining bracelet, it has multiple unfolding magic formations and elaborate configurations, but it is only a form of 'space magic (dimension)'.

However, this is not just a bag that adventurers use to conveniently carry many things, but a special one that was asked to act as a strict safe for storing treasures. It is a treasure trove of kings, which allows no interference or intrusion whatsoever.

The door was now opened by the hand of King Sparda, the only one whose bracelet he recognized as the Lord.

"-" King Sword Crimson Sparda ""

What showed up was a wave of a great sword. A boneless creation, with no spectacular decorations worthy of the king of one country. It is shaped like a double-edged sword (Gladys) of the Spartan tradition has been enlarged as it is.

The crimson filling is meaty and heavy enough to even slap the dragon off. At the same time, the sharp blade also gives a sense of unusual cleavage. If you mean combining the stubbornness required of a great sword with the sharpness of a fine sword or knife, and both, then that's all you need to call a famous sword, a craft.

This wave, however, does not fit merely into the frame of the sword. The magic of a giant red sword is so immense that it cannot be compared to a cane in line. Once pulled out of the sheath (dimension), there are signs of burning hot magic. So illusory that a flame is erupting from the blade.

That meant it was something to be called the Great Magic Fixture (artifact).

A truly legendary sword, inherited from the first king of Sparda and continued to be "Sparda's strongest sword" at all times and at all times by the successive cultivations of the kings of history for further strengthening.

That is the 'King Sword Crimson Sparda' now in Leonhardt's hands.

"Koooooo......"

Leonhardt with an awesome weight sword in front of him without shaking his cutting-edge slightly. In a tattooed position like a cunt, only the mouth that breathes moves.

Sole, which emits a unique breathing sound, is not just breathing and vomiting. For students who have learned martial arts, it is the basic technique of "practicing chi" that anyone learns. Through breathing, we work out magic in the body, in other words, prep to activate martial arts.

Just as magic is activated through spells, chants, and magic formations, martial arts also represent an effect by passing through these processes the energy source of magic. Of course, there are various higher technologies, such as unchanging or abbreviated (short spelling), that are just as practicable as magic. If you are a skilled person, you start practicing in the same way that you breathe naturally, without being aware of it.

But now Leonhardt slowly, clearly and faithfully performs a training breath through the technical logic of martial arts, like an example of how a teacher shows a freshly introduced boy and girl.

If you are a leading swordsman, you can refine advanced attack magic one shot of magic in just one breath, he said. Well, if Leonhardt, Spartan's strongest swordsman and undoubtedly a powerful finger wrestler in this Pandora continent, how much magic will be created in him?

The overwhelming quantity and quality, as with the Great Magic Fixture (artifact) Taru 'King Sword Crimson Sparda', is so much so that I would fantasize about a burning flame. The belligerent knights, who refrain behind the king, who himself steps in, also sweat a glimmer into the signs of unusual interrogation, the invisible pressure.

In front of him was the imminent body of the enchanted golem, which had finally reached a hundred meters to the walls of the castle. Boasting an output that lets steel giants fly at high speeds, the booster is just making a louder explosion than the Golem walks.

But only during the time Leonhardt slowly shook up the king's sword did it make him feel the silence as if time had stopped. Less than three seconds, quiet before the storm.

The power of the accumulated king is now liberated.

"O giant of steel, my king, the sword wife, take one -" Dragon Scale Rift Ku Red Lotus ""

"Uh, I can't do this any more, I don't know..."

Dorothy snapped with a tired voice as she looked away to see Full Tune Taurus cut off with a red flash.

"Damn, I didn't expect to rip that enchanted golem in one blow... but yes, it's not an attack that can be shot many times. Dorothy, hurry up and hunt, the fuselage will still be there!

It was only a moment ago that Count Bergunt, His Excellency General Toto, came as excited as a boy watching a swordsmanship match after seeing the great work that Fultune, the original performance of Taurus, had done in drilling a great hole in the walls.

"Excuse me, Mr. Eye, please"

"Aiyi"

Dorothy is learning in an earlier act that the Adventurer Girl Eye is very good as a convenient point of contact for communicating the situation to the General in a straightforward manner. Rather than explaining it rationally, with the right knowledge and jargon, idiots can neither understand nor be convinced unless it is a huge mess of explanations like Eye.

Eye held Griffon's child and approached Bergunt with a light foothold.

"I can't move any more because I don't have enough magic."

"Oh, my God! I heard that excuse earlier! Three Enchanted Golems have now moved!

"The first ten samples and three full-tune planes right now, combined, only have enough magic power over here to move them today. I've still got the full magic buildup on this, so if you're gonna move it to Matomo, um, it's gonna be after the day after tomorrow, right?

This blonde twin tail and bright and energetic eye as it looks, she wonders if this is also like another example of an idiot, and surprisingly understands her research. Of course, I don't seem to have the expertise to be a researcher of "The White Trail," but I generally grasp the structure of the enchanted golem, the operational laws, etc. Thanks to you, there is not enough explanation for the Count of Bergunt, and there is not enough explanation for it to be called an error.

The first ten machines were just experimental fuselages for gathering information, as Eye called them 'samples'.

The excavated man-heavy machine (power loader) 'Taurus' also had a difference in its state of preservation. Good fuselage goes smoothly with repairs, but those that don't are difficult to restore to their original performance. In particular, there is nothing we can do without ancient technology, such as completely damaged parts. It is best to deceive with alternatives for now.

Besides, there was a tough delivery issue until the start of the Sparda attack, and eventually we had to give up the complete repair of all the planes.

As a result, the ten aircraft that were to be operated in an incomplete state were to be used as samples. From the source, there was also insufficient collection and analysis of operational data to actually move. Then it is also the idea that we should finish with the data already obtained in the field.

While Dorothy operated the sample fuselage by herself, other 'Secret Trail of White' researchers who had accompanied her were making her focus on the task of making more perfect adjustments by immediately feeding the data obtained on this occasion back to Full Tune Taurus.

It was also worth the effort, and brilliantly the true Taurus moved, no, let it fly. Great research results, the project has been a great success.

Anyway, it was that Eye understood this outline from Dorothy's story, which somehow sandwiched her ear, no matter who she was not explained to.

Oh, I see, can I be an intelligent adventurer familiar with ancient magic (enchants)? Dorothy, who is not confident in the eyes that she sees people, doesn't know.

"I drilled a hole in the wall. Now is the time to attack! You can't miss this period!

"If they say that, they won't move anything that won't."

"Ki, you, give me this one-of-a-kind opportunity."

With the two more and more heated up on their asses, Dorothy starts preparing to withdraw steadily. Whatever they say, we've drilled two big holes in the walls of Fortress Galahad, so we can say that the results required here have sufficiently been achieved.

Dorothy is not an ardent believer in carrying out jihad for God's sake if she is unwilling to cooperate with the Crusades. Whether this Crusader Third Army wins or loses, it's irrelevant to her.

What is important to me is to proceed with the study of Taurus after a real battle, as ordered by Bishop Judas.

"Ha... I'm tired... I'd like to analyze the data soon too"

Dorothy says she's stingy as she strikes a brilliant 'pilebanker' on the walls and looks up at the two planes that made her return safely. The figure of Taurus slowly disappearing from his feet as he sank into a bottomless swamp into the magic formation of the redeployed giant white light seemed to have grown somewhere bigger than he had just gone out.

Dorothy has determined that she lost ten samples and one full tune, but still, in total, it was a harvest.

Taurus's attack to the point of total loss revealed its endurance limits, as well as its valuable experience of being subjected to telepathic interference (hacking).

I really don't know what the battlefield is going to be. Neither man nor machine seems to have more experience than in action.

Dorothy, who had felt such a cheap lesson, looked at the white grain that descended on her nose and turned her consciousness to reality.

"Ah, snow."

I looked up and there was no blue sky there. Soon there are thin clouds, and there is still powdered snow melting in the universe that seems to disappear.

"Uh, this is a snowstorm."

Hey, my story isn't over yet, I say it in the background with an eye a little fed up with the earl screaming about the target thing.

"... yes, what is it?

Dorothy unintentionally asks how it might be easier to get off if you wait a minute.

"That's why - soo! I grew up in the mountains looking like this, so you know somehow. I saw a white dragon shadow just now over there - so I'm going to have a heavy blizzard for the next three days and nights -"

At least he doesn't look like he grew up in the city, but anyway, Eye talks about the mountain weather forecast with some confidence.

"Did you see that?

"I thought I saw it!

Such an ambiguous and sensible reason is not worth believing at all from the stiff-headed raw researcher brain Dorothy. It is understandable, however, that there is also one rationality for human rule of thumb. The words of Eye may be quite trustworthy.

"Well, that's the kind of wacky thing to do, Osama. You should stop attacking the castle today."

"This little girl is ten years early to give me an opinion! And I'm not Osama!

"Then ask the astrologer (Stargazer) later. With all this, one or so of you is good, right?

Out of the blue, did Count Bergunt feel anything in his serious eye of return, too? The anger that seems to boil the tea at the right temperature with its head seems to be dropping to the point where a little warmth is at best.

He is the only one with the image of turning unscrupulous orders, but he is not doing the general with this and ornaments. He is a centuries-old militant nobleman who defended his territory and sometimes enlarged against monsters and pagans.

What happens in case a blizzard strikes you during the siege of the castle? The danger does not have to be pointed out to anyone.

Hmm, and after roaring bitterly, Uncle Bergunt finally regained his calm.

"... Whatever it is, it's impossible to move the golem today,"

"Yes, I can't anymore"

I didn't even mention the insignificant Dorothy until the extra thing was that I already ended up in a hangar (craft hanger) and it would be too much trouble to re-launch and stuff.

This space called the Hangar (Craft Hanger), which houses Taurus, is not just space magic (Dimension). Initially excavated in media sites, Taurus rested in a space created by ancient magic. That's why giant human shapes have never been discovered before today.

You can never discover just looking for hidden doors and passageways. Because without advanced magical exploration techniques or so much luck, the path to different spaces closed in ancient times will not be opened.

In short, 'hangar (craft hanger)' refers to the ancient spatial magic (dimension) itself where Taurus was concealed at the beginning of this. Originally, it was impossible to move from the fixed position of the magically applied media site, but Judas managed to do something about it. I have no idea how to do that, not even Dorothy.

"At what time, the golem moves"

"Um... this Galahad Mountains was more responsive to the terrain (layline) than we expected, so we can see an improvement in the magic recovery rate of 21.7% initially predicted -"

"If you take the time to restore your magic, you can move it, right?

"Ha, well..."

"Great, that's all I need to know. For the rest, let's ask his disrespectful adventurer daughter."

"Yes, I was wondering if that would be all right"

"Hey! Don't let Atashi be your own explanator. Hey!

Now what? When Dorothy put a scratch in her heart, she noticed that the falling grain of snow was getting bigger.

Apparently, Eye's weather forecast is a real big win.