Kuro no Maou

I'll take care of it later.

I stare at the front to move on, kicking the head of a red-haired, wild-looking man appropriately.

The fact that this man is a good spear user was a guess when he saw a streak of heavy pounding. I guess just because one person dresses differently than a crusader soldier, he's an armed mercenary or a specially treated person. Being one of the mighty enemies doesn't seem to make a mistake, so for once, I decided to stab Todome in my head.

The first shot, a pre-loaded 'dual eagle' usually had a big hole in the chest, so I knew it would still be an instant death.

Still, as far as I'm concerned, I've had two bitter experiences of being fought back even when I lost my neck, and I put up a chase that could be considered excessive. I need to do this when I can.

Now he could have definitely killed him, and it was good in time to help Mr. Ellywood. You were right to buy the hypothesis with a sparder for the time being.

Speaking of which, since you seem to be losing your weapon, should I blacken and give you Halvard and the Great Shield (Tower Shield) from the heavy knight (Armor Knight) rolling around there? A one-handed sword (Gladys) would be uncomfortable on its own.

Sheep, keep it a little retrieved. Now I'm going to leave the rude way of hitting the hypothesis unquestioned.

Yes, sir.

The sheep stretched out their tentacles in all directions looking for less damaged weapons while responding to the potent weather that did not see the color of reflection.

"I guess we should just go kill the operator..."

I hesitate just a little to keep going straight.

The situation now was in a strange adhesive state. Both Gurli and the Crusaders surround me, but inside, they don't take a single step in the attack.

One hit by a redhead man and Mr. Ellywood, from a situation like this, have I suddenly jumped in, and from the other side, is it a difficult atmosphere to set up? As for this one, I appreciate it, but in the next moment, the enemy may strike an avalanche and come at me.

As far as I'm concerned, I still care about the members of the assault force who continue to struggle, although I know it's not going to change the state of danger.

With the exception of Mr. Ellywood, there are two other survivors. Only two, but still, they're alive. And I have enough power to help.

"The Operator Kills, Allies Help"

Instead of saving some risk, I'll ask for the best I can do right now. There's nothing to get lost in.

To succeed in this, we must make full use of our abilities that we are unfamiliar with or have never used at all. Though anxiety lingers, there's nothing you can't do.

Well, let's start with him.

"Sing, Horned Grave"

Removed to replace it with a neck break on the right hand side was the Great Sword of the Curse, obtained at the end of the Death Fight at the Nostalgia's "Curse Gladiator Games (Curse Carnival)".

I only used this once before. He played "The Resurrection of the Deceased (Dead Alive)," a special ability held by Horned Graves, to revive Mary, who worked hard on his way to Ischia Ancient Castle.

But this time it will be the same usage I was tormented in the arena. In other words, we make the singing of the Resurrection sound for the countless rolling corpses on this occasion.

The audience that listens to your songs will be here for as much as they want. Now play the melody of full abomination and resurrection.

Gyaaaaaaaaaa!!

And from the black blade I lifted heavenly high, the hairs of my body and the screaming of a woman sounded like multiple overlaps.

Hearing too much nasty singing, the crusader soldiers surrounding him turned pale in the face and were reflexively blocking his ears. I don't hesitate to let go of the weapon in my hand and cover my ears with both hands, so I guess the disgust, the rejection, is considerable.

When I heard this voice in the arena too, it was something that made me uncomfortable at the same level as the sound of scratching the blackboard with a piece of glass... it's strange because when I'm exercising it myself, I don't feel that bad. A tone that becomes a habit.

"Cah! Gravekeeper, Steaky!

And, Sheep Something is as exciting as watching my favorite artist live. Hmm, does the melody of the curse mean that it is highly appreciated not only by the dead, but also by the will of the curse?

Anyway, I didn't bother to use this to please sheep, not to freak out crusader soldiers. The key effect is...

"All right, you got the numbers moving there,"

There on the battlefield, I heard a groan of resentment literally echoing from the bottom of the underworld, along with a scream that the crusader had seen the unbelievable.

If you look around, you can see that ten, twenty...... fifty or so bodies turn into zombies of low-level undead monsters and stand up snugly with their weapons in their hands again.

The chances of a corpse becoming a zombie in The Resurrection of the Dead (Dead Alive) are far from 100%, but with more absolute numbers, the head count will only be aligned for that matter.

He who dwells in his body black magic or dark primitive magic, or resentment beyond fear of death, says he can almost certainly make it undead, but he cannot tell for what reason which of these fifty zombies there has succeeded in undeading. From my point of view, they're all just equally dirty zombies.

"Gather and die together. Steady your guard."

Gently wave the Horned Grave and give the order to the corpse that began to move.

Even when Sayid used it, he was obviously using the zombies to stop me. It is a convenient ability not only to resurrect the corpse, but also to manipulate whoever possesses this sword as the Lord of the dead wills.

No, it should be said that by so much, it houses the power of a powerful curse. Apparently the grudge of a gravedigger who lost a beloved boy is so strong.

Respond to my call and immediately gather zombie soldiers. Hopstep jump and triple jump to full sickness, not a knotty move like you saw in a horror movie. With a great sense of dynamism, he continued to come to me.

The troublesome thing about undead monsters is that they exhibit physical abilities that are released from the flesh. I feel no pain, no fear, and keep moving until the resentment and magic I have on me are exhausted.

Though there are many special effects weaknesses typical of light magic and the like, all in all the tough and powerful moves undead fall into the category of foe in distress.

If we gather around fifty, we will be able to serve as escorts to protect all the dying Assault Squad members, including Mr. Ellywood, in this enemy formation.

Above all, it is a shame that the Assault Squad has defeated a good number of heavy knights (Armor Knights), and it is also a shame that there are Night Zombies there who have resurrected their heavy armored helmets intact. All they have to do is align, complete a strong wall.

Speaking of strong concerns, this would include not only crusader soldiers, but also a few knights and adventurers from the assault unit who were fighting until just now. It hurts me a lot to do this rightly whipping job on the dead... sorry, just a little more help for us.

"Hey, what the hell is this? Ha!? Undead so quickly, etc... yes..."

Mixed with the screams of the Crusaders, I also heard Mr. Ellywood's surprise. Well, you're usually surprised. Even I wouldn't be able to tell at a glance that such an evil, unclean looking zombie is on my side fighting to protect myself.

"They're like my user-demons (savants). Rest assured."

Say it yourself, I think it would be a relief, but I don't have time to explain it too long. I'm sorry for Mr. Ellywood, but I want you to stay surrounded by zombies for a while now.

All right, now don't worry. I can storm out of here first.

"Can you go, Sheep?"

"Yes, your husband is perfectly prepared!

More than a dozen tentacles gushing out of the shadows, each entangling and lifting a halvard picked up at the tip, echoing a bouncing bright reply into his brain, mightily.

"What about red-hot blackening?

"Done!

What Sheep threw at Mr. Ellywood earlier and gave him, as always, is normal blackening. And what the sheep gathered on Halbad for the attack was "red-hot blackening," a newly braided derivative of blackening.

Red fever, as the name suggests, is magic that uses pseudo-fire attributes. What a warm effect to wrap a flame around the blade. This is a power-oriented addition (enchant) that turns the weapon itself into a whole bomb.

After Hulbard, brilliant in silver, is dyed black by the influence of blackening, a creepy red text emerges, like "Absolute" "Neck Break," like a pulsating blood vessel. Now all the Halvards that Sheep gathered for me turned their enemies into explosive weapons that crushed them to pieces of wood through their bodies, rather than cutting their opponents with sharp blades.

Now, with that firepower, make way for me to go.

"Blow it up - Demon Sword (Sword Arts)/Rift Blade (Blast Blade)"

"Blah blah!!

The moment the magic name and sheep scream I uttered burst, my tentacles simultaneously threw a halvard with the nature of a missile in 'red-hot blackening'.

I don't have to throw anything else. I can eject like a normal 'Demon Sword (Sword Arts)' - either way, with momentum like a rocket launcher that was shot out, a total of thirteen bursts of Halbad jumped into a group of heavy knights and infantry standing in front of me.

"I knew it was more powerful than a howitzer shell (Grenade Burst)"

All the screaming sound of destruction and the erupting red and black blazing flames. I took a step down the scorched dirt path as the blowing hot air stirred my hair and coat.

Ahead, a place where swordsmen in black coats like me are struggling alone. He is a young man with glasses dressed in a brilliant pure white coat, such as how he is an Orthodox priest.

There seems to be someone on the other side fighting in isolation, but in situations where zombies are in service, it would be preferable to eliminate priests with the technique of instantly killing the undead.

From what I've seen, the priest of glasses is water - no, he's the one who's holding that pale white light, manipulating it and launching a phantom attack on the black swordsman. Around the corner, the revived zombie is also ascended in one shot if struck by a brilliant water whip.

Besides, the priest works with the heavy knights around him (Armor Knight), with a blue-white, shiny addition (Enchant) to their weapons. It is unclear what effect it has, but its clean light is likely to work on zombies.

Most importantly, because I am human myself, I am not particularly vulnerable to holy magic or anything like that. Purely about putting together a heavy knight (Armor Knight) and a priest who uses water magic to deal with him.

Let's just clean up and try to rescue the swordsman.

"All right, let's go"

Run through the holes in the battle line hit by the Halvard bomb with all your might before the Crusader soldiers move again and get blocked. I'm still switching arms on my way through the path where black smoke smokes.

Throw the 'dual eagle' on your left hand into the shadows and replace it again with -

"Yes, come on, Senior Nata!

With the curse "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" in my left hand and the evil sword "Horned Grave" in my right hand, with a sword and a long pattern of anomaly duplicity, I struck behind the heavy knights slashed by the black swordsman.

"Double Black -"

On the brink, the heavy knight who noticed my approach flips quickly. It is natural to be noticed because you are unwilling to hide the intent to kill, magic or fine dust, but the speed of its response is something like a boulder elite?

With their proud defenses, are they unanimous in the idea of overriding the unintentional blow behind them first, or the four of them for this one showed us a great collaboration in neatly arranging the Great Shield (Tower Shield).

You deserve to call it that intimidating or rightly steel wall.

In fact, it has been experienced in the Battle of Alsace that thick steel armor with its large cross can prevent my black. At the time, it was still a "curse and grudge", but even a step-by-step "neck break" would not be enough to break this protection altogether.

The same goes for Horned Graves, which have the cleavage they deserve for a weapon of curse.

This means that knocking in martial arts won't defeat a heavy knight who takes a defensive stance.

Yes, if this is just a 'double black'.

"- resonance fork"

Kin, and a tall sound. It is the discovery of the ability of Horned Graves to raise the sharpness by vibrating the blade at high speeds. But at this moment, the blade of "Absolutely Absolute" "Neck Break", which has no vibration ability, also shook, emitting a creepy sound like a woman's scream.

In addition to the power of martial arts, gaining the power of fast vibration, the running "Double Black" cleaves in two for each shield with a brilliant heavy knight.

"Gu, ha..."

"Stupid...... yes, eh..."

Leaving only such a bitter groan, the heavy knight, separated by his torso and hips, literally collapsed to the ground.

"Resonance Grievance Fork," I have used this move since I tried it out in "The Catacombs of Resurrection (Revival Catacombe)" during the Rich Crusade.

This is how Horned Grave's ability to vibrate at high speeds is conducted by the melody of the blade's emitted curse, resonating like a fork in the other weapon. If you feel like it, you can also grant (enchant) this tremor to the blade wielded by nearby allies. Only theoretically.

If it is bad, it is very likely that it will be negatively influenced, for example because of the singing of the curse, or simply disgusting. Without the same use of the cursed weapon, it would not seem to benefit satisfactorily from the tremor effect alone.

In the meantime, there is no inconvenience whatsoever, as long as I only use it in a duplicity this way.

Horned Grave brilliantly increased the power of Absolutely Absolutely Absolutely Absolutely Absolutely "Neck Break" and even let Big Shield (Tower Shield) take a break. To be precise, the first shot's neck severed 70% of the armor, and the rest is a double-hit that was severed with a grave, but, well, it's no different as a force than it is impeccable.

As a result, the heavy knights were cut off with only one martial arts. Blood erupting from four large men instantly dyes my feet and surroundings red and monochromatic.

Now I don't even care about blood stains. Make a water noise with Bechari, and I'll gently go to the bloodbath.

Capturing in the front are the heavy knights still standing in line and the priests of the glasses standing beyond them. The Heavy Knight can't stare at his complexion because he's wearing a helmet that covers all his head, but he probably has a stunned look at me as suddenly as a priest.

Nevertheless this priest of glasses, in vain, is aesthetically shaped. While the redhead guy earlier is a wild handsome guy, this one feels like an intelligent intelligent handsome guy with good eyeglasses.

Face has nothing to do with strength...... I wonder if there's anything about it. So much so that the white god put his appearance in the terms of choosing the apostle, that Saliel, Eye and Mass had all the beautiful girls. Even if he's not as good as the Apostle, there's no denying the possibility that he's limiting the guy who gives him special talent to aesthetics.

While he was dividing his thoughts into such a less meaningful imagination, the handsome priest squeezed his expression tightly and stared sharply at me with shining blue eyes behind his glasses.

"I thought it was a lot of noise from earlier...... I see you are the rumored Alsace devil. I didn't know you'd come here to kill me by yourself."

"Hey, swordsman, you okay?

The priest says so greatly, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't have the right to listen to you. Our priority goal is to rescue our allies.

The slaughter and abandonment of the four heavy knights opens the way to the totally besieged swordsman.

On my small, thin back, worn out to see, I called out as I guarded my surroundings. Of course, just like Mr. Ellywood earlier, stand by the sheep for hyposition to quickly recover. Now don't take it out of your head.

"... sorry Chrono, that's not what I need"

The blackcoat swordsman looked back slowly, whispering like a boss, but telling him to hear it strangely and clearly.

A blonde with dull colors, more like the year, with a twisted face. Unangry blue and white skin, but red, congested white eyes, more crimson eyes than that. And peeking through the mouth of a tired, rough breath were two white fangs.

The identity of a swordsman is, undoubtedly, a vampire (vampire). I mean...

"That, you...... aren't you Rudra!?

"Well, I'm glad you remembered your face."

The face of a man with a niggling and invincible grin, even though the dying seriously ill looked as blue, matched perfectly with that vampire samurai, who fought one-on-one in the midst of a bandit crusade.

"I didn't know you were alive."

"Next time, keep your heart pierced."

Apparently, this Rudra also served as one of the members who lost her neck but did not die. A boulder is a vampire, a life force to the horror, or immortality.

"In the meantime, you mean you're on your side now, right?

"Whatever. How much I have and how much I have to tell."

Don't worry. You don't seem crazy enough to tell me you're gonna suddenly revenge here.

"Can we still fight?

"I don't know. If only that priest could do something, he wouldn't die."

Well, priests and vampires don't go well together. Rather, it would mean that the priest is exercising even the addition of blue light (enchant) to his allies because his opponent is Rudra.

Don't you dare let other soldiers get their hands on Rudra, because if they suck blood poorly and make you a servant, you'll be in trouble? Dealing with priests and only heavy knights who can be supported by them minimizes the risk.

But that safety precaution collapsed when I showed up.

"I'll clean up the priest."

"Well, you're reliable."

"- Yes, is the devil and the vampire conspiring! Whatever you're up to, it's futile, it'll wrap it up here and destroy you!

The priest seems to have cleaned up because of what I ignored. Well, whether you're in a good mood or not, you can't keep your mouth shut and leave me alone.

With a face full of willingness to kill, the priest set up a magical book and a stream of holy water being manipulated by it, and a heavy knight lined up on the front to further protect him.

An excellent rear guard who can recover to a hard avant-garde and attack. Strong configuration inside...

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Let's get you killed."