Kuro no Maou

"Oh, my God... I'm not twisted..."

I became an adventurer when I was born a peasant and I didn't like field work, but I fell apart brilliantly of things and chimped. But on the arrow tip, which was revamped for being life-saving and did the adventurer again seriously, I did a critical, out-of-the-box job called the bandit's caution stick, again risking my life. But it was also saved by the same person, who made a further vow and bravely received the urgent quest 'Recruiting Gladiators'.

As a part of protecting my country, Sparta, if I don't do my best, I'll go to the battlefield.

"Now you're dead, me..."

A clumsy, truly clumsy Rank 2 adventurer man named Zach crushed the word of despair at the current state of affairs when he was suddenly trapped in a mysterious junction and countless enemies fell into an avalanche there.

The brand new Battle Axe in my hand always feels more and heavier.

Enemies overflowing in front of you, enemies, enemies, white enemies. Too powerful, so fearful that your hair turns white. Well, he's a skinhead.

"Ha, it's my life, it's like this after all -"

"I don't know, it's too early to accept the fate of doom"

Soon, the voice of a man standing right next to him blocked the words of a zero outlook with a dry laugh.

"Well, that voice... could you too"

His voice sounded definitely familiar. You're retarded, but you're good at remembering people's faces, voices and names. The sickness of a man comes to mind in Zach's brain.

"Zach, something like that. Long time no see."

"I knew you were Rudra's husband!

If you turn your gaze, the face of the man you envisioned is not there. The white face covers my face, but I still figured it out in one shot.

A hairstyle with long, dull, golden hair that came in one unconstitutional way. Put a black coat around your lean body and a swing of knife hangs from its waist. If you pull out the mask, you look just like you've seen before.

But above all, the gloomy atmosphere that surrounds him is a decisive hit to make him aware. There are as many men as there are just dark, but only this man makes you feel intimidated, scared, like a warcraft that has lurked your breath.

Is it a master-specific atmosphere that is extremes of swordsmanship, or is it because he is a real outsider? Zach doesn't even know that far.

What I know about this man is the name Rudra, who I don't even know if it's his face and real name. And in the meantime, as a caution stick for the bandits who made a bit of a mockery of Sparda and Farren, only his transcendent swordsmanship, which I learned from being hired together.

"Whoa, he said he was hiding his face. Oh, shouldn't I have mentioned his name?

"Never mind, it's been this long."

"But I didn't expect to see you here."

"Some golems look familiar over there."

At the tip of Rudra's finger, a big golem, both vertical and horizontal, that is pulling out, for more than one head minute among the lined adventurers. The red first iron body looks common as a golem...

"Whoa, seriously, it's not Gardan, is it?"

I have only one acquaintance of the species Golem. Most importantly, because he's an idiot, he probably doesn't remember this one anymore - what an arrow tip he was paying attention to, a glittering monocular eye (monocular eye), turned to this one.

At the next moment, the giant body of steel begins to approach Zunzun. I thought I'd get away with it for a bit, which would be the same for me as well as Rudra.

"Ahem!? Oh, come on, that's a cottish bald spot and chick I saw somewhere!

"Uh-oh, crap."

"... Gardan, you lived a lot too"

Thus, a trio of former caution sticks from the Phalen bandits were regrouping here.

"But I don't have time to blossom in memorabilia, okay?"

I haven't had enough of a swallowing spirit to honestly reunite with the great army that pushes me even to kill. No matter how sharp Rudra's sword moves are, it's obvious it's not a war situation where she can cut through with one sword.

"Apparently, the Spartan army has fallen prey to enemy tactics, but I don't think I'm desperate enough."

"Well, if it's my husband's skill, I don't know... or are we hopeful enough to help?

"Yes."

By the way, Rudra assured me. In an unexpected response, Zach asked half-heartedly as he rounded his eyes.

What is the hope of survival?

"On this side, there's Chrono"

A name that doesn't sound like much in Sparda. But it was a familiar name. No, to be precise, it's an unforgettable name.

When I heard this name, I was sure that...

"I'm organising a party called Chrono, Rank 3 'Element Master', and you knew and targeted us?

A stupid bandit attacked someone who should never sell a fight because of his greed, and he was in return. Unfortunately for me, I'm one of them. But fortunately, he is also the only one who survived that scene.

Even me, if I knew they were you - I do feel like I made the same excuse then. With that man holding my life.

The memory of fear comes back vividly with the feel of a tight, black, hard, cold wire wrapped around your body.

"Ha... Seriously... I really do..."

At the end of his gaze, a black nightmare did exist.

Black hair, black and red odd eyes. Clono, dressed in a black coat similar to Rudra's, but more amateur than that, had a sharp and rugged look in his memory and dimension.

What I'm holding is a big, goth, and still black, iron chunk. I knew that a strange sole of a shape I had never seen was at least a magical weapon, when I witnessed a scene four days ago in which a massive thunderbolt was unleashed to complete a giant golem.

"If you have that man, you can handle it. I don't feel that way, I do."

When I first met him, he was a rank 1 adventurer featuring only a white shirt, trousers and a left eye band. The next time I saw him, as I named myself, rank three adventurer.

And now he has become a rank five adventurer known as an Ischian hero.

Thinking of it, I felt once again that it was something I knew a hell of a person. Perhaps Krono defeated Rudra. From what he says, the more square and overwhelming it is to make you recognize its strength.

"Yes, indeed... maybe..."

If you think the other way around and you can fall back on the Crusader side hostile to Krono from your current position, you can't immediately answer yes if you're asked if you want to. No, after the troubles, you'll settle for no conclusion. Turning to Krono's enemies is so horrible.

"Ha! What are you talking about? Ome et al!

As always, only the prestige is good Gardan barks.

He would have lost to Chrono, too, but how invigorating this far. No, maybe he got lightly through on that spot. Zach's confidence in such predictions, even if it didn't hit him, was strange.

"Isn't that a great chance to give you a handle!

"... No, you, you wanted to be a Spartan knight"

"No! The strongest knight ever!

If a five-year-old screams a wooden stick in an alley with one hand, what a smiling dialogue.

"Yes, yes, well, try your best to kick your enemies in the ass."

"Heh, they didn't tell me, it's just such a human army of henna chocolate, this Gardan lady buzzes him!

louder than that sounded when Gardan shouted out loud expressions of determination

"Listen, no! The glorious Knights of Sparda! More than this, we're going into a dead place!

Apparently, the Gladiator's deputy captain gave clear orders to his men upset by the sudden events.

The content is simple and unambiguous: kill and disarm this conjunctive surgeon.

"- If we do anything wrong, the enemy will fall into the main circle like this! Look, whatever you do, stop eating here! Failure is unacceptable, don't take a step back. Show me the hold of the Spartan knight here and now! Long live Sparda!

Hail voices rising from the knights have more than enough to observe that they have already decided to be ready. I can't very well imitate myself.

"Listen, adventurers! You are not required to obey orders, nor to be loyal to kings. But nowhere is the escape here now! If you tremble your enemies forward, that's fine. If you have the courage to wave a blade at an incoming enemy, it's still good! I can't force you, just the guy who can follow me, follow me!!

The deputy captain's voice calling for that is powerful. In fact, the vast majority of adventurers are also getting ambitious and jerking off.

"All right! It's finally my sunny stage!!

I cannot agree at all with Gardan that enemy assaults are welcome from the bottom of my mind, nor have I been put on the Deputy's speech.

"Damn... do I have to..."

There is no escape. Just for one thing, I had to give myself the guts to jump into a dead place.

"Well, I guess I won't have to starve for blood today, princess."

Rudra stroking the knife pattern, crushing that, seems like something fun.

I'm attacked by the illusion that I'm the only one in this worrying about my life to Matomo. Is it me that's weird...... no, no, usually it would be a freaking scene.

Rethinking so, Zach set up a reluctantly heavy Battleax.

"-" Charged Particle Cannon (Plasma Blaster), "Fire"

And after the signals of the too dazzling assault echoed, the adventurers jumped out of the walls.

"- Whoa!? I can't, you can't do this anymore. Seriously!!

A skinhead strong man was backing the stairs to the walls with momentum like a fire lit up his ass. Normally, turn around now. I just want to get away with it, but I can't abandon him because he's an adventurer on my side.

Apparently, although I took part in the assault, I couldn't get through it well enough to get into the enemy formation. You can't fool around with that if you see him cut all over and worn out of blood. Rather, it is something that has often lived and turned so far back.

The magical staircase formed by a transparent junction is the same as walking in the air and is very much invisible below. Even if I'm not afraid of heights, I'm frustrated by the fear that the next step will be to take a void - but if the battle starts, I won't care.

He, too, on the run in desperate shape, forgets all about the fear of falling and rushes up vigorously, if it's transparent, the stairs are stairs.

"Wait, you bald bastard!

"I'll smash you to death, heathen Yarrow!!

From behind, white-equipped infantry is pushing in large numbers. The spear tips in their hands blur their asses. He won't feel alive.

I threw the equipped Battleax far downstairs, and in the middle of a half-tweepy, unmatched escape play, I fired a howitzer shell (Grenade Burst).

"Damn, damn it - whoa!?

With a wild scream, the skinhead adventurer falls at the front, stirred by a blast bursting right behind his back.

It was remarkable, but it managed to bring only its enemies into the blast. Both the crusader infantry, who curse with filth, are burned by black flames and silenced.

"Hey, you okay! Come on up!"

Even if we terminated on a dozen units, the follow-up would soon push. If you're guzzled, you'll be feathers poked by a spear again.

Fortunately, a successful adventurer, he got up quickly and ran to me.

"There is! Thank you, Mr. Chrono!

"That, you..."

I remember seeing a face somewhere as if it had passed by... no, I'm sure of it.

"Wow, Ozzie, it's terrible blood! I'm gonna fix you up right now!

"Sorry, cat lady..."

I concentrate back in front again as the daughter of Cat Beast Man (Warcat), the only healer (Priest) in the rear guard group, feels herself on his healing when he flees back alive. He's a familiar man, but he can't afford to remember slowly.

I point The Grid with one right hand toward an impending enemy from downstairs. If you're going to crush an infantry assault directly from the front, the best thing to do is still shoot.

"Damn it, they totally broke it off..."

Now I stand in front of a hole where Taurus smashed through a huge demon bullet (Barrett Arts). That's all. In the middle of desperately stopping the enemies pushing by, with completely different color and texture on their backs.

"Charged Particle Cannon (Plasma Blaster)" showed us the destructive power to cut through enemy lines as planned, as well as a mixed assault force of heavy infantry and adventurers, below Deputy Ellywood, who quickly slashed us there.

But there were too many enemies.

Once cut, the road will be blocked in no time. Perhaps they didn't have precise instructions, but still, they didn't give up moving forward.

The heavy knight (Armor Knight), who was deploying in the front row, began a change of direction as he poked his assault unit over here from behind, and instead, an infantry overflowing after the second row dared to storm the walls of the entire army first.

Some of the disturbed formations, some inverted, others stormed forward, cannot move very smoothly. There are a number of places where the front and back have bumped into each other and the movement has completely stopped between the allies, but it is well seen from here.

Now, if it's a showdown against just the same number, it's a deadly mess, but all they're dealing with is me and the guards standing behind them, just a few dozen small men. One way or another, just some infantry unit that was able to get out of its own line and start raiding the walls is too many to crush us.

"The boulders are tight on their own..."

The right-hand 'The Grid' has already been converted to 'Machine Gun Form (Mode Gatling Gore)'. "Thunder Cannon Form (Mode Blaster Gill)" is in shadow space (shadowgate) and is cooling while sheep say "Hot Chicks" or something. Well, even if the shell gets cold, we can't re-fire it without magic charging it, so we have to give up another shot in the current situation.

The six barrels that blink a loud black muzzle flash are pushing the infantry assault to a halt. If the shooting stops at all, we can pack the distance in no time.

"- Howitzer shelling (grenade burst)"

And what my left hand grips is not the foregrip of The Grid, it's another pile of guns.

Horizontal double gunpoint with medium fold loading mechanism. Silhouettes like unstocked hunting guns are almost identical to Simon's prototype guns that I crushed because of my terrible use at the old Ischian castle.

But what's in my hands now is not in the earliest 'prototype' range. In other words, the finished shape.

Its name is Dual Eagle.

I'm the name. Of course, manufacturing is a Stratos blacksmith workshop.

The tannic wooden grip overlaps the magical formations that shed magic, and the only ornament is the engraving of a two-headed eagle. Anyway, the others are built to specialize in the use of howitzer shelling (grenade bursts).

"The Grid" is a machine gun (machine gun), while "Dual Eagle" is a division of roles called a bullet-throwing gun (grenade launcher).

Essentially, it gives the howitzer shelling (grenade burst) that you create in front of you an effect, so to speak, like a short wand (wand) of fire attributes that enhances aspects such as power, range, accuracy, and magic consumption with this gun. The "Right Arm of Larspun," sacrificed to blow up the crust of Gleedgore, the barrel that melted and reused its broken blade, goes perfectly with the fire attribute.

Of course, it is possible to fire a dedicated bullet like a super-electromagnetic warhead (Gil Barrett). Unfortunately, now that we have only two types of ammunition available, the normal ammunition that Simon has stamped every shot of the reinforcement system's procedure all night, and the special ammunition for the versus Sariel, we still don't have ammunition that has the effect of being active in this phase.

Still, it's far more user-friendly than using grenade shelling (grenade burst) with no hands. That's enough to be exercised in parallel with the 'The Grid' shooting (Gatling Burst), but without difficulty in a row.

Until just now, he was engaged in the task of pinpointing bombardments with howitzer shelling (Grenade Burst) in an effort to support the assault as a rear guard, with the aim of a conspicuous magician unit.

However, now this shelling has also become a situation that we have to use to stop infantry assaults pushing from right in front of us.

"Howitzer shelling (grenade burst) - dammit, you don't have a chili."

What I protect is a transparent staircase 20 meters wide. Now if it's as narrow as an underground dungeon aisle, defense is an easy win, but it's too wide to defend by itself. It's wider than a four-lane road.

Just one punch in the 'Dual Eagle' where it has protruded, showering horizontal shooting downstairs like shooting away 'The Green' on your right. So somehow, I'm enjoying not even a single infantry, but honestly, stop at the critical - no, slightly, this one is starting to push.

At first I stopped where I put my foot on the stairs, but now the invasion line is stretching to the tenth step.

Bullet rain and blast storms blow just infantry lives and more lightly. But as driven by the field-specific fever-dyed madness, they jump into the dead zone, trampling their companion's corpse with all their strength, without stopping.

The maddening assault of death was about to push through with its overwhelming numbers and momentum. In fact, if you keep going like this, you must be pushed off in a little while.

The more I have to pull out the 'neck break', the more I allow my enemies to approach, the more this place enters into a muddy brawl. In that case, the rear guard combination, which has only a rank such as one or two, will be wiped out in an instant. Even I'd suck if I were surrounded by this number of people, no matter how much.

"... no good, dude"

From what I can see, the assault troops also seem to be forced to struggle considerably.

The majority of heavily armed infantry has already fallen against a heavy knight unit that protects the surgeon's girl. Now the adventurer is out front, and somehow, he's cutting through the enemy formation... but to see this pace, it's pretty dangerous to see if we can get to where the target is.

Even now, if I should go...

"Phew nya! It's okay now. All you have to do is disinfect it, bandage it, and let it rest slowly and it'll heal!

"Whoa, let me do that, if only I could get through this situation..."

No, now, if we leave here, the rear guard will be wiped out. Both this little but hard-working cat and daughter, and the life-saving skinhead man, will die.

But if I don't get the operator because I didn't join the assault, we're all dead. Maybe this one gets pushed off before he kills the surgeon.

Then go ahead...... oh, shit, really, I can't help it. Apparently, I'm not ready enough to choose the sacrifice of my allies without hesitation.

As a possibility, I'm sure it's best to join the assault already. I can still make it. I should be able to slash that enemy line.

But I can't even give up the lives of these dozen people I've put on my back.

"With Lily or Fiona..."

The only thing that comes out of my mouth is such a pitiful weak noise.

At this point, it doesn't have to be those two. Just for a little while, I want someone who can protect them. You can stop your enemies with fire, like me, or you can endure them with robust defensive magic.

Somebody, just one more, if there's a magician I can count on...

"... there's no way, there won't be"

Such convenient help can't get in. Expecting the help of 'someone' who's not supposed to come is foolish. Yes, the same crusader who prays "God, help" at the end.

So I have to choose.

If we wipe it out here, the Crusaders will get their way beyond the walls without difficulty. The Galahad Fortress falls as well.

Whatever it is, this place must be protected. At the expense of what you want to protect.

"Do we have to give up..."

The trouble is, let's end it here.

Come on, get ready, Mahogany Kurono. I'm going to kill the magician now. To protect Sparda.

"Knock..."

I told myself, I finally took my finger off the rigidly squeezed "The Grid" trigger...

"- Wow!? What is this, Mr. Sophie? We've already started the fight!

"Hmm, it's not safe here. Let's go back to the castle, Simon."

Someone I'm very familiar with and someone I've recently started to get used to. Such a pair appeared abruptly.

The diocesan community (sanctuary) has not been lifted. The assault unit is still struggling. Here, it is still impossible for anyone to enter into help.

In short, they were here from the beginning.

More strictly speaking, Simon and the mysterious woman adventurer, Sophie, emerged from the intact taurus that had fallen just beside the wall, the hatch on her back that followed her cockpit.

Taurus made inactive by Lily killing the pilot. The giant had been rolling in front of me the whole time. At first it was buried in snow and a little pile, and when I let go of the 'Charged Particle Cannon (Plasma Blaster)' the layer of snow melted and the body of steel looked into the day again.

At the earliest, just a natural thing, in the wreckage that was just there like a rolling big rock, no way, I don't think anyone's going to lurk. Well, I don't think that's more familiar.

Fulfilling, what were you two doing in such a place? I mean, how did you get in? More than that, Simon, you were already on Fortress Galahad. I knew I hadn't left Sparda yet - no, no, you didn't, you didn't. No, that's not what's important right now.

"Oh man, with all the mess... out of the way, humans"

Such a crush of Mr. Sophie reached his ears with wonder, even in the midst of the hustle and bustle of battle.

The next moment she put her right hand around Sa, the snowstorm came back. range from the heavenly edge of Taurus' head to the tip of his foot.

Taurus lying on the ground is only an obstacle for the Crusaders. No one bothers to climb, but the surroundings are overflowing with infantry.

But before the suddenly appearing dark elf beauty and the elf beauty girl, the nearby crusader soldier reacted immediately, turning his gaze and hostility, or, alternatively, his inferior emotions, towards the two of them.

The infantrymen began to climb Zorozolo and Taurus like ants swarming the cake - at a time when Mr. Sophie caused a blizzard.

Regardless, it must be ice magic. No, but it doesn't match what I've seen or found in knowledge.

The attack magic of the ice attribute in modern magic (model) is basically divided into two types: ejecting an ice column or releasing cold air. I could have imitated these two in shape if I had used the fourth protection too.

But Mr. Sophie's sole seemed more like a junction, yes, than a simple ice attribute attack. Closed to ice and snow, the snowstorm junction.

Whoever steps in there freezes himself all the time. If we can show them to turn into ice statues one after the other while sticking to Taurus' body, we have no choice but to make it that simple and observe the absolute effects.

To the boulder, the Crusader infantry showed hesitation in front of him so much as a frozen hell that he turned quickly into a frozen body just by getting close.

Without a glance at them like that, Mr. Sophie gracefully began to come back here with Simon holding aside screaming something.

"... I found you, a magician I can count on"

There would have been a full smile on my face that crushed me like that.