Kuro no Maou

"I want to open the rays"

"If it's okay for one person, even soon"

When I asked him to try the product, he got a reply from Clam OK.

The first hand to rip open this avant-garde wall of heavy knights wants to do so quickly as not to allow a counterattack. For once, I have my hands, but I have more certainty that Rudra will help me here.

"Enough, please"

I'll take care of it.

I don't know what kind of hand Rudra will use, and Rudra will also not be able to predict how I will defeat the priest who will consolidate herself in the junction of holy water.

Still, me and him, we played a serious game where we risked our lives. Because we recognize each other's strengths, I couldn't help but casually ask, and I guess Rudra answered me in two replies. This short exchange alone made me feel such a strange sense of trust.

"Let's go - Zhu Xian"

What rolled out without sound in a natural motion to flow was a scarlet flash stretching the void I saw one day. It's the same principle martial arts as my "Red": the weapon of curse turns the sipped blood into a blade.

It's the first move I've ever made in a battle with Rudra, but it seems faster and sharper than it was then.

Seeing, the sword of curse in its hand should have been as bright red as blood, but now it had turned into a pitch-black body. Between that day and today, it must have evolved. The fact that the colour has not just changed is more than enough to be seen from the harrowing signs that emerge from the body of the body.

"Mmm, this girl, she's a deadbeat woman inside, your husband! Not as good as sheep though!

What the hell, I'm appealing against you for using color on other women, reacting like that. It's nothing compared to that.

Oh, my God, Rudra was finishing her own job while she was talking to Sheep in vain.

Before me, yes, just in front of me, there was only one heavy knight down on the ground.

"Whoa, whoa, my leg!

That's what I'm shouting at. I'm hitting around, but I can't laugh at it as unusual. Because his left ankle leaves only one piece of armor on his skin and leg armor, and his flesh and bones are cut clean.

I can't help standing there wondering how tough a man would be if I could get zackled that far. Apparently, Rudra unleashed 'Zhu Xiao' for the purpose of rolling it to the ground, rather than a special blow from the start.

Avoiding the blade of blood that looms like crawling through a ground sleigh would be a daunting undertaking.

Whatever it was, Rudra kept her promise brilliantly. Now between me and the priest, the shield is gone.

In the next moment, the Heavy Knights will show off their trained teamwork and strike back at us as we fill in the hole quickly - but this slight gap was enough for me.

"Demon Sword (Sword Arts)/Rift Blade (Blast Blade)"

Sheep have already recovered the Halvard that the four heavy knights defeated when they came here, completing the red-hot blackening.

A wild tentacle swung a large, halvard, or threw it at the same time in a dimensionally insane motion. Direct balls straight toward the priest who consolidates himself by expanding the flowing holy water in a domed form.

"Blah blah!

Black and red blast flames erupt, as did earlier, along with sheep's tense hanging. It definitely landed, and all of the firepower caged in Halvard went through, but...

"Pfft, it's no use. My" Holy Crystal Geezer "will not be broken by this level of attack."

Beyond the black smoke you can stand in, you get voices like spare time. The doya face of handsome glasses comes to my attention.

Well, even without the boundaries of a name like his mineral water, all the heavy knights are only explosive enough to withstand normally. Infantry will not be able to kick it off, unless they are allowed a solid direct hit to buzz the heavily shielded knight.

So I'm only asking Hannah for the effect of attenuating the guard of the junction in any way for this' Blast Blade '.

My destiny starts here.

"The resonance fork..."

Throw the right-hand Horned Grave straight up as much as you can. It rises to cleave the universe as it spins around at high speeds like a spinning saw.

Of course it comes tree spirits high in heaven while leaving a creepy black trajectory, and your hair is finally the melody of the curse. Desperate dissonance sounds out of your ears, sounds straight into your brain, and shivers your soul, as the woman's screams are heard on multiple occasions.

In that feeling, a definite tremor came from the 'neck break' gripping this left hand. All right, just throw it away, but if you can make it sing, 'Resonance Grievance Fork' proved to be activated properly.

However, this time the lead role is not Senior Nata.

Calling from the Shadow Space (Shadowgate) is "The Ravaged Tooth Sword", a stunning evolution in the Last Rose Crusade. Evolutionary grip pattern, with my empty right hand - no, me and Sheep's, we gripped.

"Eating - Hungry Wolf Disease Walk"

"Come on, Bad One, you're going. Whoa!!

Throw the "worst food" backwards, straight as a toss.

The blade facing the tip begins to tear its belly in two as wide as a scissor, opening its mouth as a rightly hungry wolf and walking through the universe. My human detached arm power isn't the only thing that flies away like a bounced arrow.

The sword was certainly overflowing with the will of the bulimia to devour its own prey. I even remember being released from my hands and feeling like I was back in the wild.

Most of all, even if my hand stays away, it has a "chain" firmly around its neck.

That's how 'The Bad Food' would be unfolding beyond the smoke eruption. It jumped into the junction of holy water.

"Now! Gaboo!!

A totally smiling voice, like a girl playing with a dog imitating a wooden spirit all over my brain...

"Gee, YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!

What in reality came out of my ear was the screaming of such a sad and unkind man.

Apparently, the "Extreme Bad Food" thrown at me successfully broke the line of holy water by its ability to eat magic and the strengthening of the "resonant grievance fork". Again, bad eating is best when it comes to breaking through defensive magic.

"Go back."

That instruction is not only adapted to sheep, but also to horned graves thrown directly above them.

Just at this time, a sword caught in the grip of gravity fell straight down.

He jumped beautifully into the space magic (dimension) that opened into the shadow at his feet, drawing momentum and trajectory as if to regenerate the throw. Collection complete.

"Yes! Wang, you're going home!

And the sheep, who caught the priest well at the end, also begin to return.

Back to back with her light narrative, the black chain demon hand (bind arts) tangled in the pattern of "Extreme Bad Food" is drawn back with tremendous momentum. The metal sound of jarring and chains rubbing sounds as intense as the jet sound raised by the iron serpent.

That's how the priest came to me, who broke the still sunless black smoke, fed the hungry wolf and was caught by the blade looking pathetic.

His torso is sandwiched by an 'extremely bad diet' shaped like a giant saw combined. Gizzards and Beast fangs A blade tip of the same size and sharpness is eating deep into the meat, and swinging momentum won't lift the restraint so easily. Instead, you are more likely to incorrectly apply or subtract the force and disconnect all at once as you do.

The overflowing blood not only tarnishes the white coat, but keeps up the momentum and sprays all over the universe. If this happens, the dressed priest is miserable, too.

With feelings of no sympathy at all, I laid my hands on the body of an attractive priest. I'll leave it to the sheep to have "the worst food," and my right hand grabs the priest's chest barn directly.

"Oh, no... pain, yes... God, or..."

He vomits words of prayer towards God, with a spectacular anguished look eaten by the blade of curse and almost stripped of his white eyes.

There seems to be no more strength or means to fight back in this earthen field, as all I can say is that. He has also let go of his magic book, which is a weapon, and his empty hands only hang without power.

"If you breathe his blood, will you recover a little?

I'm dying, but I'm still alive. I asked Rudra before stabbing Todome, wondering if vampires would be well if they sipped their blood alive. Because the normal healing pills don't work on the undead, it feels like replacing the high potion.

Rudra was slightly surprised, her eyes rounded so that she immediately laughed lightly and replied.

"I'm sorry, I refuse blood because of you."

Is that why you're so screwed? I heard that vampires don't need human blood every day to survive... can they live without consuming it completely?

"Instead, give the blood of the saints to my princess"

Moments later, a pitch-black blade pierced the priest's chest.

Rudra poked the priest in the back with a cursed black knife in her hand. The exact capture of the heart can be seen with the cutting edge that grows from the left chest.

"Heh, ha..."

The stabbed knife pulsed loudly with dokun, as even the priest's bitter groans were quenched. Has he literally begun to suck blood, gradually reddening as his pitch-black sashimi was heated, and finally begins to shine bright red?

And at the next moment, the priest's body withered.

It was as if he had condensed his life into just three seconds, which he would walk for the next fifty years. As he wandered the border between life and death, his still barely reddish face snapped in an instant, engraving a deep wrinkle and transforming into an unpleasant earthiness. The young, neat face that would have prevailed in the twenties or, if poorly, even in the late teens, had withered like an old man who had taken his breath away after suffering from a difficult disease.

Whoever knows him will probably not be able to determine that he is the same person when he sees this body.

"... it's like life absorption (lifedrain)"

"Um, something similar."

Answering like nothing, Rudra pulled the knife out of the dead priest's body, as dead as a mummy, and nabbed it intact without sweeping the blood. It is a flowing operation.

Blood suction is complete, and I release the used priest's body. Just like the redhead guy earlier, he dropped his neck and left it kicked. Even if God's miracle happens, he won't be resurrected.

"Gardan is fighting over there, can you help him?"

From what I saw as a chillary, this man named Gardan, along with Rudra and Skinhead's - yes, an adventurer named Zach, was one of those Farren bandits hired as a caution stick.

Is this also the guidance of the black gods that the three men gather here for whatever cause?

"Better than the original, I intend to"

Whoever it is, I've decided to help.

Let's just rescue her and go finish off the surgeon's woman.