Kuro no Maou

Standing on the other side of the snowfield are thirteen full-tune tauruses. Already the main booster on the back is lit with blue and white light and the engine warmer is like done. Even from here, a kilometer away, I can feel the tremendous magic swirling around, worthy of exerting the tremendous propulsion of flying that giant.

Whether it's just a heavy machine in ancient times, it's no different for us to be a weapon of siege of terror relative to each other than it has the ability to knock down walls in reality.

"You feel completely armed..."

Well, if you are more fully armed than you were last time, it is even more unfortunate.

You can see the drill that hit through the walls brilliantly, the fuselage that wears even that one nasty substitute on both arms for greed.

But even more troublesome than that is the apparently captain aircraft with two bull-like horns from the head, equipped with a fuselage with a supermassive shield to suit Taurus and a hammer that is also a giant size.

Even though this one manages to buzz the Taurus body even with maximum firepower, if you hold the shield, it will completely, or halve, the power. Worst case scenario, the Pharos cannon could be prevented too.

Of course, it is clear to everyone that Hammer's captain aircraft has dramatically improved its attack power with just one weapon. If they wield such a thing, that could make the fortress a pile of rubble.

Given that the drill is a one-time disposable type of weapon that explodes, that hammer is also a threat to continuity that can be used as long as the taurus moves. Hopefully, I'd just like to finish first... but perhaps the shield won't allow it.

"I didn't hear you had that extra gear, Mr. Lily."

"Ugh... sorry, I didn't even know Lily"

Lily is in need of critical savings enough to return her to adult consciousness. As a child, I can't satisfy myself with any objections or explanations, and there seems to be nothing better than an honest apology.

"We're using the system so much that we can completely block Lily's access over there. Lily's intelligence collection must be limited."

"Right. In the first place, it seemed like it was just a coincidence that I had access to it. So you don't have to worry about it, Mr. Lily, because I haven't made it athe from the start."

"Wow! Chrono!

Lily cried to my feet at Fiona's heartless follow-up.

"All right, all right, Lily's worked hard enough, so that's fine."

"We're going to do our best. It's time to move -"

The phosphorescent light erupting from the booster finally adds radiance, and the roaring stained steel of the monster rings from the Taurus body. Until the thirteen planes run out simultaneously, it's already like a second reading phase or something.

"All hands, prepare to intercept!

The decree is issued in all parts of the walls, and the tension strained by the Spartan army swells to its limits.

Finally, the curtain of the third showdown was about to be cut and dropped.

"I can't imagine Taurus' new gear, but we're gonna do what we're supposed to do."

"Yes!"

Copy that, sir.

That's all we have to do for final confirmation, and then we'll just wait quietly for the opening of the war.

Only the roar of the booster rings in the mountains. Tens of thousands, no, while the two armies together were surely meeting more than 100,000 large armies together, there was a strange silence there that people's voices and breath could not feel at all.

But that's just a temporary thing, too. Everyone's anticipated future comes with absolute certainty, as does the promised fate. Right now, at this time.

- I'm here.

Such a crush on me is dispelled by the roar and fury of Russia.

The thirteen aircraft Taurus turned into an avalanche of steel and ran out on the snow simultaneously. As before, I thought it might be a row across, forming a wedge-shaped formation that would be an arrow-like formation, preceded by a two-horn captain aircraft located in the center.

One shield on each side of the captain's plane, and the standard equipment and double drill equipment on each side are arranged differently.

"You're gonna break the main entrance at once with a hammer first"

Running captain Taurus, with a lead, pushes even straight, without turning or slowing down. Ahead is the huge double-open main entrance that is diverting the original ancient ruins intact.

He'll be in there in less than thirty seconds. But the Spartan army still doesn't move.

Not yet - I didn't think, when such a sense of impatience sprang up in my chest. Yes, I guess everyone felt that just now was the right time to attract enough enemies.

A Pharos cannon explodes, the first hand of the Spartan army.

Cum, and a distinctive, tall sound, the flash of red lotus was ejected from the defensive tower. A string of hotlines flashes as the heat burns through the air drifting through the cold, sharp midwinter snow mountains.

The aim, naturally, is a captain aircraft that will take a dignified lead in the center. Hammer is a powerful weapon, but does not contribute in any way to the defensive aspect. No matter how manoeuvres are in the booster, skilled warriors will be able to reproduce defensive techniques such as guarding and flushing by hammers.

Already the Pharos have proven in the first battle that they can destroy Taurus in one shot. Then, with this captain plane, if you hit him directly, there won't be a single one.

But naturally, the enemy also seemed to assume.

"Damn, the cover is quick!

The shield holding that the captain plane was holding back on both sides so that he could be samurai moves.

That's like, practicing many times beforehand, no, collaborating like a veteran adventurer party, I'd say.

The shielding of the two planes causes the booster to burst hard at the moment. Since the blue and white glow is doubled, it is obvious that the output has been raised.

And at the same time, the captain plane dropped the booster's output in reverse.

Acceleration and deceleration. Derived in conflicting operations is the result of reversing the standing position of the three aircraft within a moment.

The captain's plane was one step back, and the two defensive specialists Taurus, who came out before it, already had heavy shields on their hands with certainty.

Shortly after that, the beam was shot off more than the battle tower Pharos.

Perhaps he had detected the firing of the Pharos cannon with a disturbance of magic. It is unclear whether there is a sensor function that senses magic, or whether it simply puts one of the magicians on board.

Anyway, did the bursting Pharos fire through the captain's plane?

Along with the roar, the landing strips of black smoke and closes sight. The results are not immediately known.

Then, a beat late, a beam with enormous magic is fired from the tower with three left as well. One bullet to the right and two bullets to the left. Is it the double-drill guy you're after?

The trio of explosions echoes loudly, and the black smoke curtains widen further. Beyond the black smoke, you can hear the booster roar and the dull steel roar.

In that way, it is also an instant that the figure of the Taurus troops disappears across the smoke blast. Those who keep moving forward at tremendous speeds soon show up cracking smoke.

The first thing that had broken through the black smoke was a two-cornered fuselage.

"Shit, I knew you'd be prevented..."

Captain, the plane is alive and well. Totally intact. The body of steel is not even coal-fired.

Worst of all, the shielding that prevented the beam also survived.

I guess only one of the two planes took one Faros cannon. There are no more shields in that hand, on the contrary, not even arms. But that's all.

I just lost my shield and arm, and then I blow a booster and keep driving, although I see some damage all over my body. Of course, the other is intact.

Apparently, even the Pharos cannon stays just to blow up the shield and both arms. That shield proved to be as strong as it seemed, no, more defensive than it seemed.

"But it looks like you destroyed the three planes."

The number of tauruses that emerged from beyond the black smoke totaled ten. Sure, there are three fewer planes.

At first glance I don't know because I'm already queuing up to fill the gap between fallen minutes. Apparently, the captain and the shield aren't the only ones who react well.

"Looks like you're a good pilot this time."

"Wouldn't that reflect the data I took last time?"

"Yeah, it's getting stronger than before."

Are the results of the operational tests in action excellent? Damn it.

"Still, if we don't crush it somehow, there's nothing we can do."

The Pharos fired four rounds. From here on out, it's our turn.

"One more step, something like that?"

"Oh, let's attract it to the critical"

It's a pretty bad sight for the heart to put up with the Taurus rushing right in front of you though.

I wonder if my distance is about 100 meters. We were shooting around here before.

This time the opponent is not just walking relaxed, but traveling three times faster with a magic booster, besides increasing his reaction speed. Worst case scenario, it could be removed.

I can't even wait long. It's too late for the drill to stab.

I mean, the timing of shooting... now!

"Charged Particle Dragon Cannon (Plasma Brace) Launch"

"-" The Golden Sun (All Soleil) ""

"- Five Lights Shining on Sparda! Eat it! Special! Five Blade Shoot Ooh!!

A brilliant five-coloured light sphere flies with a glittering tail like a meteor. Ahead of us is Taurus without arms. Yes, it is a Taurus whose shield and arms have been heavily damaged in the wake of the Pharos cannon.

The aim is precise. The combined magic (union) 'Five Blade Shoot' of the special flying in a straight line collided brilliantly with the Taurus, which also progressed in a straight line. Five-color primitive magic bursts on the chest where the cockpit is located. Red, blue, yellow, green, peach, each glowing violently, pressing, scraping, and crushing the thickest chest armor.

A dazzling explosion of the five lights in your eyes is also a flash if it passes. After that, Taurus, who damaged his chest armor plate to a large extent, remains. But the booster carrying that giant was still sprayed in full bloom.

There it is - no, their role was amply served by cutting off robust armor comparable to the walls of the castle.

"Fire Spear (Ignis Fortis sagitta)"

Sparda's elite magicians, who had already completed the chant, fired advanced attack magic simultaneously at a point where Taurus' chest armor had been chosen.

Not less than a salamander's firebrace, a few giant arrows of flame arrive precisely and unbeatably to the weakness of the giant. Continuous explosion and crushing sounds. Red flames and black smoke are exasperated from the hole in the chest instead of just the blood that erupts.

Booster phosphorescence disturbs Russia and disappears. At the same time, the giant of Taurus crashed onto the snow with a scream of steel called Gigigi.

It took so much firepower to finally silence one of the shielded aircraft completely.

The Spartan knights, arrayed in the middle of the castle wall, have nothing more to offer than to take that fact with a bitter face. Whatever it is, there is still an unharmed shield in front of them.

But whoever brings up the expression of despair, he is not alone.

- Come out, King Sword Crimson Sparda.

At this time, Sparda's sword is pulled out again from the king's treasure trove, which is gold bracelet-shaped. Leonhardt, the sword king, is proud of Sparda, of course, to hold it in his hands.

Boneless giant Gladius only allows himself to rest on those who dwell in tough strength. And unless he possesses the gift of an extraordinary sword, he cannot shake it.

Leonhardt's erection, which slowly lifts the sword of the king of crimson, enters the hall everywhere. That appearance alone had made the beholder aware that he was the king who deserved this sword.

Leonhardt is one step ahead of the heavily armed infantry of the first-squad 'Braveheart', the most elite of the aligning Sparda armies. Make him a great king. Sparda's strongest man. From his back like that, it makes him feel unlimited reliability. Even in front of an army of steel giants, King Leonhardt's presence is overwhelming.

"Your Majesty, don't push too hard."

But on this occasion, as the king's deputy, he is in a position to lead the soldiers, Lord Galblaze, only he was slightly disturbed by Leonhardt.

"Huh, you're old enough to give me that advice, Guy"

Leonhardt smiled faintly as he looked back with chillaries, when he saw the face of a big man with a splendid beard like a dwarf on his skinhead.

Guy est Galblades. I wonder how long my friends who have walked with me have been so worried than just young children. He should have been a man who only thought about waving his sword on the battlefield, but I see, indeed, in retrospect, it was something that at some point became the vessel he deserved as a general.

Because this is how they keep their soldiers.

I'm not old, but rather, maybe I'm just not growing up. Leonhardt said, then such a self-derision came to mind.

"When I have to, I have to."

Leonhardt nodded one and then glanced back to the front again.

Galblaze's worries are nothing more than a vague sense of anxiety. More specifically, he knows the dangers of Leonhardt.

No, to be more precise, it is the king's sword in its hands that is at stake.

"Wang Jianxi -" Dragon Scale Cracked Red Lotus ""

A super-density magic aura worked out by Leonhardt sprays up over Crimson Sparda, just as the crimson fullness stretched as-is.

More than a hundred meters of red blade is swung down from above the walls to Taurus, who takes the position of guard with a shield. A rare individual or royal dragon that cleaves dragon scales, which is also far more powerful than salamander - yes, the depths of Leonhardt knitted for a showdown against Dragon King Garvinal, a rival aimed at Sparda.

Without ever losing his name, the glimmer began to tear apart the shield of the giant, which would also be comparable to the dragon king's scale.

Is the red light scattered violently from the contact surface a shard of magic or a spark?

The blade and shield defense go through a moment of antagonism - armaments rise on the red blade. A blunt break. Taurus' shield parted in two as he exposed a crimson, red-heated section.

The inorganic red eye beyond which the shield opened intersects with the golden gaze that houses Leonhardt's impatient eyesight.

"Ha...... hoo!

Leonhardt, in a position waved down by the king's sword, exhales with a glimmer of sweat on his cheek, but also with a clap of moments, and, at the same time, finishes "practicing" again. Intense red magic fills Crimson Sparda so that blood travels all over his body.

The first blow was only to cut the shield. The body is intact. To defeat him, he needed another blow.

Double fire from the original. Knowing that was why I had Galblaze's anxiety.

With loyal ministry, the fears of the one and only best friend man manifest themselves in a clear form at that time.

There was a glimmer of black as Leonhardt's magic swirled in the same shade as his crimson body. It is a shade of pitch-black as darkness, but not nothingness. Drowsy as chaos and something is swirling in disastrous ways.

its indescribable evil black. People call it - 'the curse'.

"Dragon scale crack, red lotus!!

The depths of crimson with a glimmer of cursed black are now rolled out with the mould of cut up.

The torso of Taurus, who lost his shield, is torn from his abdomen toward his head as he raises the blood splash of the blast again.

Although it is a heterogeneous mixed blade called black, its power is no less than a little bit, no, rather its sharpness seems to be increasing, slashing and throwing away Taurus in one breath. My belly was torn, and my chest was slashed for each pilot who would sit there, and my head made me turn down a single eye floating in the center beautifully to the left and right.

Thus, the second shield holder was also completely destroyed.

So much for Leonhardt's role - but the formation of the enemy didn't allow it.

The two-horn captain with the hammer is holding it right behind the shield. Since that time, when the Pharos cannon was prevented, the shield holder has been in a position to focus entirely on the defense of the captain aircraft.

The simple placement of the shield in front of the attacker, directly behind the attacker, is simple, but thus does not give a gap to enter.

The moment I saw this, Leonhardt, and Galblades would have been ready. Bury the shield with two shots, and by a third further blow, there is nothing better than defeating the captain. The only way to break a simple formation was with simpler force moves.

"Your Majesty! It's more than that."

The cry of His Highness had not reached the king's ear, but could not be heard.

"Gu, hu... ha..."

Breathe bigger and more disturbed than before, somehow. For a moment only, both hands gripping the pattern nearly loosened, but it also quickly retightens.

While Leonhardt floated a large grain of sweat on his forehead, the colour of his anguish did not appear slightly, staring at Sparda's enemies with his shining golden eyes.

"Co-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..."

Magic exercises by breathing. Constructed by the skill of a master and the ability of a superman, it instantly tries to work out enough magic to activate the third king's sword.

But the vortex of magic that manifested itself as an aura had been eroded by more curses than before.

The black darkness is more, wider, and, darker, mixed in with the crimson magic aura that Leonhardt has. In total, about a third of them were stained black.

Gathari, or a faint sword-shaking hand shook.

Leonhardt suppresses it only by his spiritual strength. Concentration. Spiritual unity. If I suppressed it with the strength of my heart, for that matter, there was also recoil.

Kill, slash, break - I thought I heard someone.

"I resent our own genius... but as powerful as waving a sword, there is"

Crushing so as to shake off the dark voice transmitted by the sword, Leonhardt pushes himself impossible to challenge the third exercise of his divinity.

The roll-out mould is not shaken down, cut up or twisted, but poked.

"Wang Sword Okiyino Pole -" Dragon Soul Destruction S Dusk ""

The ultimate depths of maximum power, unleashed by myself. But what brilliance it emitted, Leonhardt did not come true with his own eyes.

All I feel is a definite handful of successful activation of Deep Righteousness.

Finally, Leonhardt's consciousness fell into darkness.

What he thought on the brink, after all, was his lack of strength.

Yes, Leonhardt did not possess the same suitability as the darkness of the unconscious abyss, which dominates this cursed weapon, the King's Sword Crimson Sparda.