Kuro no Maou

"Ha-ha! Fuck you, Elf Osama!!

A heavy knight (Armor Night) who managed to poke and kill Ellywood with a blow that shook his temper. From beyond the fall of its steel gigantic body, a red-haired young man appeared swinging his spear.

An intense blow comes - though I know it, in Ellywood's left arm, which forced him to exhaust and lose blood, he managed to just shield himself to the limit.

"- Tiger Wear!!

An aura of red magic is lit on a large tip that is about twice the normal size. That's all I saw Ellywood across the missing shield.

At the next moment, a spear that turned into a red flash that didn't even catch my eye attacked me with a tremendous impact.

"Grr!?

Should it be taken as an unconsciousness or should it be taken as a natural consequence that the shield was bounced off? "Golden Torus," which broke like a missing moon but so far protected Ellywood from the storm of Halvard slaughter, finally left the Lord's hand.

"Not yet - a bunch of wolves. No!

"Pay (Blush)!

In line with the martial arts the man rolled out without getting in his hair, Ellywood barely responded with a motion martial arts that similarly shook the spear.

Although different martial arts of art, the spears swinging at each other are burning with an aura of red magic. But the difference in power was evident between him, who had just begun to fight against his exasperation, and his exhausted self.

"Knock..."

At the inches, it prevented even the spear from being bounced off. If the shield is followed by the loss of even a weapon, the same is true of the battle death confirmed at that moment.

But I barely felt the familiar pattern feel on my right hand, which I should be holding on to somehow.

The shock directly from the front seemed to completely paralyse the right arm of a man who pushed off with only explosive power. Besides, they force new bleeds so that they can bounce from lacerations running on their shoulders and arms.

The precious life force that remains in the body dropped again a little, zero.

"Earliest, ever..."

A few dozen meters to the target's operator and so on. But that slight distance is endless and far.

The walls of the Heavy Knight are still uninterrupted, and the red-haired man standing in front of you is quite hand-worked. Defeating them in current conditions is a tough opponent.

If you check the chirali and surroundings, the Samurai man and the Golem each seemed to be forcing their mighty enemies to struggle before them. You can't expect help this time. Well, in the middle of this enemy formation, it's more unlikely that reinforcements from outside will be here right now.

Octagonal blockage. After all, there was overwhelmingly not enough force to make the assault a success. I knew it was an abandonment maneuver, but if we make total annihilation the present, we will remember a hint of vanity.

"This is the dump of life."

But it was not Ellywood's intention to waste the work of the knights and adventurers who had come this far risking their lives. That's not my duty as deputy captain or anything, just as one man.

Ellywood, ready, stares sharply forward knowing this was his last attack.

"Heh, you're breathing, Osama. I hear you live a long life like an elf, but you still can't beat your age?

Before a young man slaps a light mouth with a belligerent grin, I usually almost let him eat a fistbone under a drink, but now Eliwood doesn't even move his eyebrows with Pickle.

What's behind his brain isn't anger at the kid on track, it's just a simulation to make his next attack a success.

And in the next moment, just as I imagined, execute. I started working the last battle of my life.

"Ha!

A flash of temper, a blow fired - void.

I mean, feint. A sharp, fast, but weightless blow rolls out onto the tip of the redhead's nose.

Probably would have immediately guessed it wasn't fate. I gently pull my body back and gently scratch, I can't see how particularly surprised I am.

But that's fine. If it moves even a small step back, but out of time, it is first stage clear.

Early after the next second phase. Quickly switched spears from the faint and rolled the tip out to the ground.

"Whoa!?

Ellywood jumped up on the ground at the tip of his ear and made a melting snow and mud mixed eyeballs towards the man. It's like a method of warfare used by slum city chimps. To say that a serious act as a knight - would be about a vain and proud knight of Avalon. The Sparda Knight admits that's one of the fine moves.

Most of all, the young Ellywood never dreamed that he would use this secular move in action, which he had been reminded of when he was new to the Brave Heart.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

From that mouthful and equipment like the bandit's leader, the red-haired man, who seems not to be a true knight, still made me respond without difficulty to this eye-catching method of warfare. He quickly sidestepped and dodged without getting cold dirt on his face.

But this is also within the assumption. The second phase is also complete.

The red-haired man stepped away from the distance the spear would reach by packing an intermission in one leg, thanks to his evasive action against the feint and eyeballs. If you don't take the second step, the blade won't reach Ellywood's body.

Just one step of respite, but this was the time absolutely necessary to succeed in the last blow that Ellywood would unleash.

The operation now leads to its final phase.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The roar that echoes from the bottom of the belly is a breath of practice that compresses and refines the remaining slight magic at once. Like reinforced magic, it gives the body explosive power without chanting, magic names or chanting.

Ellywood shook up 'Vermillion Pillum' with both hands as the rising force remained. The style of placing the spear higher than the head, with your arms wide above your head, rather than the normal structure.

Yes, that was the 'spear throwing' setup.

"- Become!?

Redhead man opens his eyes in amazement. I guess I immediately guessed what Ellywood was after.

That the spearhead of the powerfully raised red spear is directed at the poor girl, the general to be protected.

My distance is roughly thirty meters. It's well within the effective range.

But the problem is a bunch of escorts stuck at that short distance. Needless to say, the red-haired man in front of him, even beyond him, is accompanied by a knight of one young man whose walls of heavy knights are blocked and who, at the end of the day, never leaves beside the girl to show any gaps.

Still, fortunately for Ellywood, only she, the target, rides in this enemy formation. Originally, a girl who would be surrounded by big men and buried at the tip of her head, but thanks to her pure white unicorn, she's more like a head popping out.

Don't just tell me to aim for you. From the other side, he probably didn't even envisage being stuffed to such a close distance.

But the affront took its toll.

Eliwood unleashes a special throw, aiming at the gap between soldiers who protect the girl, which is the kind of gap that goes through the needle hole.

"-" Fire Shooting (Eluignis Shoot) "Ooh!!

A spear wrapped in a flaming red lotus fire walks through the universe.

I bet all this instantaneous arm strength enhancement by martial arts on this one shot. Eliwood's full throw is like an arrow released from a squeezed string - no, it flies faster than that. Rather than piercing enemies, crushing is more appropriate destructive momentum.

In fact, even if one or two of them stood in front of the target, the shield, armor and body were punched out and released with the intention of getting the blade delivered. Worst case scenario, even if it is removed or stopped, it houses a powerful fire attribute that, if touched, causes a huge explosion.

If you have a high resistance to shock, heat, and "Vermillion Pillum," you can continue to function as a weapon by using the usual "Fire Shooting (Eluignis Shoot)".

But Ellywood, who had seen at the earliest opportunity that he could not wield with his own hands, chose to take the red spear of glory, which he had given more than a king in fear, as his way into the world to come. In other words, the spear was caging more explosive power than it could stand.

Spear throwing, which turned into a more dangerous flame blow than advanced attack magic emitted by such a skilled flame mage (Firemerge), finally approaches the present of the girl who is the target, as Eliwood aimed.

A blonde knight who had refrained had pulled out a brilliant beautiful rapier of silver and was out front - but if we got here, it would be too late. If we hit Germany, will we be burned into Hellfire with only the Lord's skewers as they are unable to withstand the power of the spear?

With a sense of achievement of operational success and the relief of dying on the battlefield without regret, Ellywood finally saw the flames erupt thirty meters away.

"- Dangerous!? Seriously, I thought you were gonna die!!

I heard a girl screaming like that.

Already, the sound of the explosion blows, after the blast also passes. A blow of its own, without being prevented by anyone, certainly, should have hit it.

But before the breeze that blew through scattered black smoke, she was there. Black hair, beautiful girl with black eyes. Same as before, no burning marks, no appearance of coal, in a bright white coat, totally intact.

"Then, stupid..."

Impossible, the idea was to be denied to oneself by a faint white light that flickered into view. Simple in itself if you reveal the seed. Nothing, just, normally, just prevented.

Yes, the Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary) about putting ourselves in a confined space predicament. It was a new development that prevented Ellywood's "Fire Shooting (EllIgnis Shoot)" from happening completely.

No matter how full of martial arts, even the big bang does not go as far as a breeze.

Eliwood instantly recognized the reason to that point as the girl gagged about something and saw how energetic she was making noise without any shards of tension with her fitting youth knight.

Even if we know that, what still returns to the conclusion that it is "unlikely" is that, despite the fact that she is exercising such a huge bond ahead of time, she has instantly let us try to build a new bond against an imminent attack.

It was rather on this side that I was insulting. A huge junction that divides the walls whole, if it is such a massive magic activation, it uses all its concentration and magic in its exercise, and very no other magic can be exercised, etc. Without any doubt, I had such an assumption, as the common sense of a general sorcerer had.

But in reality, this is the way it is. She showed herself the imminent crisis without difficulty. Maybe this great juncture doesn't break a lot of effort or magic from her, it's nothing.

But now that I understood the girl's bottomless magic powers, it was all the more so.

"Hey, Teme -"

Eliwood was appalled that the desperate blow ended for no reason, but the warring knight's survey and body reacted reflexively to the sharp killing drifting from right in front of him.

"- How dare you lay your hands on my Lynn!!

The red-haired man looked like an angry mind and was spearing out abruptly. Whether pure anger appears as it is the height of magic, the red aura wraps the pattern as well as the tip of the spear, and even bursts from both arms.

Lost his shield and left in Ellywood, who threw the spear, was Gladys, a double-edged sword of the Spartan tradition lowered from his waist. Its sharp, sturdy, practical sword-flowing motion plucks it apart, outflashing the impending red flash.

"Grr!"

It has to be said that it was the boulder that made him respond to the attack immediately, even though it was just after he unleashed a blow that struck his whole body. A knight in line would have had his heart pierced here.

But Ellywood had no more power left to fight back.

"Don't forgive me, just the guy who hurts Lynn, I'll never forgive you!

His anger apparently stems from his targeting of the example girl. How much do you love him, or is he just a romance like a young man?

Whether that emotional reason is justified or not, it doesn't change that Eliwood will be slaughtered with his burning anger as it is. The red-haired man changes his spare expression earlier and now beats the spear to Ellywood more than once as the beast raises its barking fury in its angry shape.

Before that stormy streak, the red armor that protects Ellywood sprinkles brittle and crushed. Whenever a blade wrapped around a flaming aura blurs your body, the plate bounces off. With a poke aimed at the heart, the thickest chest armor cracks, and the golden right caged hand, Lighthand Glory, which bears the name of glory, also finally hives in.

My body and armor are on the verge of collapsing. Still, the only thing that prevents fatal injuries with Gladius on his right hand is the appearance of a Spartan knight who won't give up until the end?

If I may, this angry red-haired man alone was on the road - an unfulfilled hope for Ellywood, who was in a state where he took a step on the stairs to heaven.

In vain death, the word passes behind the brain.

The only thing that overflows in my chest is just a "sorry" apology. I apologize for the impudence of not accomplishing anything and doing everything I can in this place.

For a splendid Sparda boy and his parents who successfully raised him. to the instructor who slammed me with a spear and a sword. to his superiors who taught him how to survive on the battlefield. Believe in yourself, to my people and men who followed me this far. I vowed to honor my victory, to His Majesty King Leonhardt.

And to my wife, who loved a boring man who knew nothing but to fight like this, and my beloved daughter, who was born in the world.

"... sorry, Elina"

"Lynn, I'll protect you!!

Big disfigurement, upside-down posture. Ellywood realizes that a strong thrust will arrive at the next moment in his defenseless open throat.

Eat this and die instantly. The last moment I thought of was the cutest, daughter's smile in the world.

"- If it's that important, don't bring me here."

It was a battlefield that was supposed to be dominated by an avid hustle and bustle, but only its chilled voice reached his ear strangely clearly.

Who is it?

The moment I thought about it, I heard Guchari, and people's bodies crumble.

Am I dead? - No.

What denied me so much was still the look of my daughter, who kept smiling "I love my dad" in her head. Is this heaven? No, I'm not, I'm still in the middle of a battlefield.

And he watched the blue sky thrust through while falling on his back like a fool.

"Hey, what happened..."

After about three beats of plenty, Ellywood jumps up his upper body vigorously while dying.

At the same time, I was stopping him with a spear swinging in front of me, a red-haired man - down. Do-do, make a blunt noise and lean back just like yourself.

"Ah... why... Lynn, I, ha..."

The red-haired man ran out, leaving a crush like that, I don't know. Until just now, eyes that were giraffed like flames lit with anger are now losing light and only looking up at the sky in vain.

The ground, which has become a gutter because of playing death fights on snow and mud, is dyed reddish by the massive amount of blood he has shed.

There was a big hole in the redhead man's chest. The more clearly you can see the other side, the huge wind hole. The cause of death was obvious.

"This is... who the hell..."

I didn't ask anyone, but the answer came just after that crush.

Are you all right, Lieutenant Ellywood?

Soon, a man in black stood right beside him. I'm not a samurai man. I feel taller, bigger and, above all, more disastrous than he is.

I remember chills in my spine, but on my face I looked up, I definitely looked familiar.

"Adventurer Chrono, why are you here..."

"I found a magician I could count on, so the guard has left it to that person. It's worse than that. It's a terrible wound. I'll hype it."

It is calm to be spinning from its mouth, smiling with a horrible and sharp appearance, then calm enough to forget that it is in the midst of this enemy formation.

I'm not a mattomo man.

It is an honest feeling, held by Eliwood at this moment. Brave, brave, unusual enough to clean it up with such an expression.

But at the same time, he understood the fact that he had gained his whole life in Nine Deaths thanks to Chrono. Therefore, Ellywood receives treatment in hypothesis with gratitude.

A creepy black tentacle gushing from the shadow of Chrono cleverly opens the potion bottle, and even if it is punched out of your mind, you will not wear a kettle.

"Too much, you idiot..."

Such a bitter crush of Chrono, like I heard it, like I didn't hear it.

"Really, I don't know... now I can fight a little more"

At first glance, a high potion with amber liquid, like distilled liquor (whiskey), must be something that's out there as a luxury healing drug in a sparda. The effect is that even a runaway adventurer possesses one common potion, its amount of recovery and speed of recovery, together with the difference is historical. It does not crown Dada with 'advanced (high)' ancient language.

It also brings instant strength to Eliwood's dying flesh just enough to get his sword up in his hands again.

"No, you don't have to"

Chrono, who clearly uttered a word of denial, was no longer turning to Ellywood.

The face faces straight forward and, perhaps, the black and red gaze will be sharply piercing the girl who refrains from dozens of meters away.

The consciousness is totally directed at the original target, the surgeon - but the murder weapon in Chrono's hands was headed for a different one.

One is a magical weapon made of iron and wood that you hold in your left hand. I knew that was a maniac sorcery wand called a 'gun' because it was Eliwood, my hobby, around the arms store. Shooting out the redhead man would be due to this.

And a series of horizontal muzzles emitting a dull, cold iron glow were directed at him again. Even though it has already turned into an unspeakable body.

Bazun, the painful sound of firing overlaps two shots at the same time. The shock that flashed with the black flash makes the man's body jump lightly. The bullet seemed to hit the abdomen, but wherever it was hit, nothing changed. The body remains a corpse.

Chrono would also know that, but he was incomprehensible to Ellywood as to why he deliberately imitated shooting dead bodies.

Now, I'm not so alarmed that the body might come back and attack me. Is there so much hatred for the Crusaders in his chest, or is it because he is a mad warrior in two streets?

"Later -"

In a flowing motion, Chrono was waving a huge clasp in his right hand. At a glance, I can tell it's a curse weapon, and it's, like, a hell of a level. With such a substitute, Chrono further slaughtered the body.

The blade of curse that erupts a disastrous red and black aura swept away the man's neck. If, while alive, he had exercised his' hard (guard) 'martial arts with all his might, he would have been cut off without a scratch.

No matter, if you put it on a blade that boasts a horrible, to the point, cut that is characteristic of a cursed weapon, such as just mowing the neck of a corpse, there is no making.

Krono kicked his head off to the other side of the enemy line. A hilariously unusual scream echoes from a group of infantry with suddenly a red-haired man's neck jumping in.

- I'll take care of it.

Yes, Chrono said so in a riddle, as if he was unconscious, such as a madly stained pursuit of a corpse he had made.

Ellywood just took a hard spit and couldn't say a word to Chrono's back. I can't help it. Because he's right now, turning himself into a black nightmare madman.