Kuro no Maou

I don't like them.

That's how Rudra intuited herself when the priest of the honorable man with glasses open on her blue hair appeared. Bad roundabout, his body was dodging a reflexively flying spear of water, with the foolish thought inside.

Spear throwing, may not be appropriate. That, in one way or another, is very similar to the light magic rays (lasers). A sharp, squeezed, straight line blister will look sparkling, not just reflecting the sunshine of winter sunshine.

It is then evident from the fact that the power held there far surpassed that of just 'Aqua Sagitta', penetrating the hem of a flipped black iron woven coat.

"Do you avoid the current one? We should call boulders vampires with extrahuman powers."

Only such an upper side speaks an impressive dialogue, while Rudra restates the man of the priest, who stood before herself slowly, in eight pairs.

"It's a rich man's idea to use holy water for water magic as it is."

Rudra was at a glance guessing that the earlier blow was not just formed by pure water produced by magic, but by holy water that had an exceptional damaging effect on the undead as well as silver (misrills).

I wouldn't even care if you were just a human being, but if you were a vampire, you'd never miss that abominable white, clean glow.

"Destroy the devil," said the Lord. I'm just doing my best to fulfill that will. Especially in order to annihilate an impure being like you (undead), no price will be spared - Holy Water Treasure - Verse XIV: The Demonic Water Flash (Shine Aquarium) "

A book is opened in the hands of the priest. The text read out becomes a chant as it is. It was the weapon of the famous sorcerer after the wand (rod), called the Book of Sorcery (Spellbook).

Most adventurers will soon be able to see that the name "Holy Water Treasure" is the magic book name, "Demon Water Flash (Shine Aquarium)" is the magic name.

Activated is the same ray of holy water that we dodged earlier. Dozens of water currents targeted Rudra with the same momentum that the archers of the war unleashed.

Fast. And the aim is accurate.

However, the performance of Rudra of Zhu Knife and Samurai, named after the society behind the group of urban states, was hardly sufficient.

I've also tried to avoid the first blow of an unexpected feeling, so if you get shot with the activation timing visible from the front, you can move on to dodging action with further leeway.

From a third party, he takes about three fast side steps to the point where his body even appears to have split up, overtaking the shooting of holy water that kills him. In this degree of number, I am also unwilling to compare it to a storm of black bullets exposed to chrono.

"Zhu Xuan"

Rudra's counterattack is a red wave that blades the freshly sipped blood. Because of this knife, the cursed martial arts "Zhu Xuan" can reach his opponent who stands more than ten meters out of time.

The distance from the priest, as determined by Rudra's sightings, is nine meters and fifty-eight centimeters. In range.

The sword flashes, which engraved a bright peach trajectory in the void, surely captured the priest's torso.

"Holy Water Treasure - Verse 99: Holy Running Water Junction (Holly Crystal Geyser) - I've seen that move once before"

Not unlike earlier, the priest was speaking in an eagle tone as if to preach the faithful to their opponents. Totally intact. I mean, Rudra's "Zhu Xuan" was perfectly prevented.

"I didn't expect to see so much holy water in front of me... I'm going to faint"

Protecting the priest himself was a large pillar of holy water that sprayed up like a geyser. Would a water column that houses light white light have a diameter of two meters and a height of four meters?

It corresponds to a guard to all directions, three hundred and sixty degrees, by placing itself centered and allowing the wall of water to unfold cylindrically. An iron wall defense, like standing and caged in a defensive tower made of holy water.

The blade of diseased blood was inhibited by a wall of water that had momentum and erupted from the ground on the verge of a hit. The moment it touched its purifying protection, the blood that was crystallizing was forced to return to its original liquid, and it was swallowed without leaving a trace of red in its winding water stream, as it draped the Shizuku of blood down the river.

"such as sipping a person's life blood and even using it as a murder weapon that creates further victims… really, undead is not even the way to fight it"

Without mindful of the gruesome coloured gaze, which could be both contempt and discrimination, directed at him by the priest, Rudra had moved on to the next attack as soon as possible.

There's nothing more to break through that holy defensive magic than getting close and pounding in a more powerful blow than not being able to stop at "Zhu Xuan". From the beginning, it is Samurai's way of fighting to slash any opponent with that blade.

Rudra has no slight hesitation in approaching anyone whose skin has just been touched, before the holy water, which can be a fierce poison that burns meat and dissolves bones, is swirling in large quantities.

The step I took without hesitation is fast - but the priest's reaction is also furthering. If you're a regular person, you spin the magic of interception calmly everywhere in front of vampires who can fly away with the force and killing of incontinence.

"It's useless - Holy Water Treasure - verse 27: Fresh Water Serpentine (Wip Aquarian)"

From the pillar of holy water that protects the priest, as if a serpent had popped up, a portion of the water stream becomes a thick and great whip, sweeping away Rudra's path. That number, actually, twenty.

Neither does the servant Rudra have the art of evasion other than retraction if he is simultaneously wielded twenty rounds of whipping.

Suddenly brake on his feet running on a lightly melted snow, turning himself over.

Already, the spaces forward and left and right have been filled with avoidance gaps by holy water whips that, if touched, drive them into non-combat with one blow. And one of our destiny to destroy ourselves was coming to slap us precisely in the face.

At the tip of Rudra's nose, he could play a shock sound that exceeded the speed of sound called Papan.

"- Don't you do it inside, tentacles?"

Pakin, and made a small noise, and the face of the wax hiding Rudra's face broke.

"disrespectful! This is a gift from God and is the hand of exorcism!

If you can move massively and freely, you'll only see tentacles. With that sentiment in mind, Rudra took off her broken mask, which she did not already use as a mask.

"Yes, to destroy ugly undead like you!

"... ugly, huh"

It was the first rambling in his life.

There are unlimited experiences of being cursed for being a monster or ruthless... yes, neither anyone nor he, what he called himself "ugly," was alone.

Well, am I, now, ugly - so fresh a word for Rudra that I, uh, skipped myself like that.

Indeed, compared to the time of the full season, we are also badly weakened. Pure physical abilities would be less than half as well, as would the appearance of a frivolous sick man.

Even the present self, who punched even into the sword, is not far from the former young, young, even foolish self, who let himself exert 100% of his power as a pureblood species (True Vampire).

Were the meaning of choosing the path of the sword fulfilled until it became weak?

"Huh... stupid question,"

It is a path that has been prepared and chosen by itself.

There is no regret or other fine dust in what has become a samurai, cutting off blood, which is the source of vampire power, sealing powerful dark magic, and just relying on a single sword to fight.

Yes, even if my life is now exhausted on this occasion by that choice. If that's your destiny.

"There's no escape anywhere. I'm not the only one you're dealing with - Holy Water Treasure - Verse 33: Blessing Rite (Enchant Church) - Fresh Light (Aquarian Reggie)"

As a countermeasure to the undead monster, the tactic is classic to make sure that everyone puts their weakness on the weapons of the allies with additions (enchants) such as' Purification (Purifying) '. Unless you damage your flesh to a greater extent than you are already dead, undead monsters continue to move as far as their forces can without feeling pain, but there are many very brittle patterns for weaknesses such as light.

Apparently, even on the Ark continent, this undead tactic is popular.

There are still dozens of heavy knights (armor knights) hissing around Rudra.

I've dropped one neck after another to show them, but they're never easy opponents to knock down either. If the battle prolongs, the sword will be blunt. You have to close a gap for a moment and aim precisely at a gap in the armor or a thin spot of armor. If there seems to be a slight misalignment of purpose, the Strike Against the Heavy Knight Special Strike will no longer be established.

And now, at this time, the magic of "Blessing Rite (Enchant Church)/Fresh Stream Light (Aquarian Reggie)" activated by the priest, the Halvard they wielded, also hosted the exorcism of the Holy Silver (Mithril) line.

The large blade, which was merely gillable by the sheen of steel, is now wrapped in a purifying blue and white light. At the earliest, it was no longer a slaughter that could be tolerated only by a coat of black iron weaving.

"Falling on the battlefield is the main view"

But speaking of greed, I wanted to be torn by a swordsman who would slash and lay himself down under one sword. The same goes for wild undead monster crusades if they were destroyed under the holy light.

But don't talk about it.

Let me take you on the road to Yellow Springs Road.

So Rudra laid down her own place of death here.

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm the brightest now!!

Golem's Gardan had slapped the heavy knight (Armor Knight) as far as his power could, screaming for a dialogue that was also polarized by Arima. Towards the Great Shield (Tower Shield) erected by a knight whose head one minute is lower than his own, there is no magical power, no martial arts moves, just even letting his arm say things to ramble his favorite giant mace.

While the sound of guns and steel hitting each other also rings slightly. Immediately afterwards, push the shield away, and there are water sounds where your head wrapped around your helmet can crumble like a watermelon.

Heavy knights proud of their power in the Crusades also seem to have to give up one or two steps in power if steel iron golems to the bone marrow are their opponents.

Gardan pushes forward as he kicks fragile human soldiers to power. Lieutenant Ellywood and Rudra, who are also at the vanguard of the assault unit, are also left behind, just one person, unaware of the protrusion.

No, in the first place, Gardan intends to align his footprints, but there is no Hannah.

"Damn, you big fat ass!

"I can't do it alone, the three of us are going, fit it!

Even as he sees his companions transformed into dented, pulled and crushed crap with full body armor (full plate armor), the Heavy Knight Squad continues resolutely to challenge Gardan. Three knights shake up Halvard from an already disturbed formation.

"Heh, you're superior, you bunch of miscellaneous fish!

Even when the three of them were knocked into martial arts at the same time, Gardan had the confidence to contain them. It seems like there could be ten or a hundred people now. I was getting high enough to think so. The nucleus (core), the central body that moves the body of the golem, rises to the brink of thermal runoff.

"Okay, go - guhhh!?

It was the moment when the three heavy knights took a step forward in launching a special coordinated attack on Gardan. Instead of running out, the three flew through the sky.

No, that's not martial arts. Nevertheless, I did not use 'Chili Disease (Sonic Walker)', which allows me to walk in the air.

It was blowing up. Like a bad joke, but as a reality, the three of them went beyond even Gardan's high head and danced through the universe.

"Ha-ha-ha! It's flying! I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen. I just wanted you to avoid me for a second, forgive me, okay?

Instead it was the child who appeared forward.

Judging from Gardan, who can't do anything wrong with the identification of the human face, I can tell that the little man in that white pumped robe is a child, but I didn't even know if he was a man or a woman.

Most of all, it is obvious that it is not just a child when one sees a very disproportionate giant hammer lightly on the young body with thin arms.

And it was also clear that the killer who blew three heavy knights out of his mouth was this child.

"Ah? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

But I still only think of Gardan as a child. I don't know what magic I used, but at least I wasn't willing to smash it with pleasure as an enemy.

Spartan knights don't get their hands on children. There are those who are terribly strong, both women and old men, so the only special treatment is for children. Gardan is just a free adventurer yet, but his heart is meant to be a knight. In me, that's what it's supposed to be.

"Hmm, that's how stupid adults treat me like a child..."

Gently shake up and erect a steel sledgehammer that would weigh as much as the mace you use. An invincible grin on her flowing blonde hair and the young and adorable look of her circular green eyes.

"- Mina, I smashed him!

The next moment, with an explosive step, a child flew in. Straight and straight. Vision (camera) drops processing (drop frame), so fast.

"Whoa!?

Raise a large shield (tower shield) like a steel gate with your left hand gripping on the tower, and correspond with the hammer head swinging down at super high speed and super weight in a critical manner.

But the impact of slapping the shield is stronger than expected. A body of steel, with a total weight of more than 1,000 kilograms of Gardan, leaned backwards to a large extent.

Above all, it is hard to believe that such a heavy blow was unleashed by a child at such an advanced age. Where in that little body is it powerful enough to rock the iron golem?

At the same time as being stunned, a sense of crisis solicits. In fact, there was beeping in Gardan's head and an alert letting him know that there had been an excessive load on each joint of his body.

I have heard this since I was knocked off the bridge by an enemy man, woman and girl's family party at the request of a slave trader's caution stick.

"You're a golem for not blowing up my blow!

The child cuts back the hammer with such speed as ignoring inertia, in such a way as a delightful face. I can't get back in shape before the chase flies in.

"Konno, you fucking kid!

Remaining on the verge of falling, Gardan is forced to wave a mace at the mercy of his strength.

Boom, and a tremendous wind-cut noise, hammers and mace, huge chunks of steel collided together.

"- Whoa!"

It was disastrous that we met as unfavourable. Gardan's right hand can't stand the impact of a frontal collision and lets go of Mace.

Shit, it's too late when I think about it. Mace only drops him off as he spins with tremendous momentum, poking into a bunch of infantry to cement his sides. Immediate recovery is not possible.

"But I'm more powerful."

It was a smile seeping out of the pure cruelty of the child, innocently playing with the feathers of the worm.

I've let go of my weapon. Gardan has no effective means of countering it.

"Oh man!

A relentless pursuit. Strong iron blows disturbing and shooting. Cut off a bar Like a child who is interested in a knight in one hand, with a messed up gesture and fat muscle, yet one of those shots resides powerful enough to shatter a human being.

Before the menacing rampage that strikes as a brutal steel storm, Gardan is pushed to the defensive side with his remaining shield on both hands.

That's the same one-sided offense I was waging on my heavy knight opponent earlier. If an opponent with even better power showed up, it would be an immediate reversal of position, albeit a half-natured consequence.

But there was no way we could honestly accept the logic of that simple power and admit defeat, etc.

"There is! Damn!!

And after several tenths of blows, the shield finally broke.

A great shield recessed in Bekobeko, like a castle gate that had been hit by a series of broken castle hammers, made a loud noise and smashed it in two. Only pieces of metal similar to crap remain at Gardan's disposal, with large areas missing and not acting as earliest shields.

"Haha! I can't even guard you anymore!

The impatience that has rendered me helpless delays my reaction. Sledgehammer's intense blow with an auspicious wind allowed him to hit the first head clean.

"Wow, I knew I wanted the golem to be hard even in life."

Listening to a noise-mixed alert, Gardan looks up at the flickering vision of the dashed line. Apparently, he was blown away as it was and fell on his back.

He tries to get up somehow, with a pitiful groan, but the other person doesn't allow it.

There was a figure of a child waving up a thoughtful hammer as he stepped on his head with his little leg. It's going to bounce easily, such as a small body that would weigh less than forty kilos - but it doesn't even work with wonders and freaks.

"But I was a little clapped up about something. It's like this when I say golem...... yeah, I'm too strong, I'm sure. Well, then, that's it, Golem, smash it flashy!

Damn, here, on a kid like this - his brain is going to overheat with anger and remorse, but Gardan didn't have the earliest way to stop the hammerhead from being shaken down.

"Chip, chip..."