Kuro no Maou

"Yep! Don't be frightened, push back. Yeah!!

Screaming on a crossed white horse is Count Bergunt, Commander of the Crusades Third Army.

He was now in the middle of a battlefield washing blood with blood with the most elite Helvetian knights he had raised himself by hand salt. Countering enemy cavalry assaults, he took the main cavalry of the third army and intercepted it head-on, but the result led to a muddy state of turmoil.

"My lord, please leave! There's so much more at stake."

"Don't make me say it again and again! I won't take a step back until I help Lienfeld -" The Great Storm Wall (Yale Lampert Defan) "!

Yelling at the knight who refrains beside him, the Count vigorously pulls Emerald Jaeger, a high-grade big bow dedicated to the exercise of the favorite weapon in his hand, the wind attribute.

The shot arrow emitted a dazzling green glow, which, when played in the hollow, worked as the advanced range defensive magic 'Great Storm Wall (Yale Lampert Defan)', spraying and showing countless lightning strikes pouring from the blue sky.

"There's no escape route. Look, keep moving forward and kick the demon clan! Infantry units immediately block the rear of the enemy. Then the siege will be wiped out once and for all!

"Ha!"

The painful war continues.

There are heavily equipped yet terribly fast, and then there are a series of threatening heavy cavalry soldiers running around that also have thunder magic. To be honest, I have to admit that their proficiency is higher than that of the Count's cavalry unit.

I see the number as less than a thousand, possibly about three hundred horsemen. If you see the reality that it has pioneered and pierced the line so far and led the troops that follow it so far, you can make them understand its strength even if you don't like it.

But this one will double, no, more than triple the number of cavalry. Neither practiced nor so much as called weak soldiers. If we keep fighting, this one will inevitably be in our favor - yes, I honestly don't think it's because of just one female knight, who advances with tremendous momentum from the front.

"Who are you, and who can argue with that!

To miss, it was already the limit. If we keep going, will we really get to ourselves alone? Impossible.

But Rinfeld was caught by the devil. He thrust his enemies by himself, and let his darling daughter lay the hands of his devil.

Parents and children can't follow the same path.

"My lord, leave it to me!

"No, please, to me!

"Let me do it -!

The prestigious name continues to rise. It was I who gazed at the face with my hands up, and the Earl commanded.

"Good, all of us."

"Well, then there's the duel..."

"Fool, it's the brave ones who beat the Dragon Man (Dragonian) in a duel"

As a lord, as a general, but before that as one archer, the Count has excellent bow arms and vision to capture enemies.

Therefore, he clearly captured the image of an example female knight in this state of turmoil and hundreds of meters away. I could certainly see with her emerald eyes that she had dragon horns, scales and wings.

And those who possess such traits, put the Dragon Man (Dragonian) aside, there is none else.

In the Sinclair Republic, and hence in the Crucifixion, where non-human subraces are hostile to demons, there is nothing unknown about the name of the Dragon Man (Dragonian). Someone with dragon characteristics. No, it is more right to say that the dragon has turned into a human figure, immensely capable, the most feared species of the demonic race.

If we string the history of jihad, which the Crusades have gone on from far back, a bitter record of defeat will appear many times before their (dragonian) power. Even if we win, the matching sacrifice we made there remains a definite number.

A dreaded dragonman (dragonian), but a hundred years ago in the Ark continent, the last one is discussed and told by the Second Apostle Abel that he is doomed. The legend he is praised as "The White Brave," "The Dragon Emperor's Crusade" is the most famous episode.

But this is a separate heaven and earth that separates the sea. The glory of the White God does not reach, it is a Pandora continent ruled by the wicked demons. Then it is not strange that one or two dragon men (dragonians) exist.

"Deal with that, dragon exorcism and comfort! Go!!

The knights who sent them out that way are all those who remember their arms just to raise their names. You would outnumber that Sebastian if you simply evaluated him for his combat abilities.

But I don't know if I can defeat the Dragon Man (Dragonian) with it. Worst case scenario, enough if you can make him chase the hand wound at all. The rest is the Crusader's greatest strength, if you push it in numbers.

"- Huh!?

At that time, I would have been aware of the killing spirit directed at me, because I had thus thrown myself on the battlefield and was firmly concerned.

The Count watched the bow with masterful speed and motion, releasing it reflexively.

An arrow with a helical swirling wind travels through the universe, shortly afterwards, exploding. Enemy flame magic - no, the Count quickly discerned that it was an arrow that had planted the art of bombing.

The archer's inquiry instantly tells me. If I hadn't been able to intercept him, he said I would have hit him directly. And where is he that let this go? From the direction in which the arrows flew in and the height at which the explosion occurred, we were able to immediately determine.

"Golem archer... what range?"

Caught at the end of his gaze was an integral golem with a large mechanical bow with gear on both ends of the string. Featuring black and white coloring, with rabbit-like ears, it stands out so much that once you find it, you never lose sight of it.

"Steady your guard, the archers are after you!

If you broaden your attention further, you'll see that not only that black and white golem, but also the archer dressed in ridiculously designed gear with a whole body pink color standing nearby, is similarly aiming at this one and pulling a bow. Perhaps there are dozens or hundreds of other archers pointing arrows towards here.

And they can tell as soon as they see the enemy, not the regular Spartan army, but the adventurer or the mercenary.

"Well, like a humble adventurer, I'll give you my neck -"

Unexpectedly, the dialogue breaks. It was not words that came out of my mouth, but blood.

"Ha!? Hey, what..."

A burning sensation running to the chest.

No way, it's impossible. The surroundings are surrounded by knights of allies, and you haven't missed a sniper arrow.

But in Bergunt's eyes he saw a blade of bloody silver that grew from his chest.

"Then, fool, dude..."

Someone stabbed me in the back.

Richter? No, who is it?

"Blooming," Snowflake ""

Assassin.

When I came to that thought, I saw the ice dagger that the assassin held in the back of his left hand, poking at his neck...

"My lord!?

"Where the hell did you come from!

"Don't let them get away with it! Go after him!!

Like a distant aftershock, I hear blurry men. Don't wander, knights, I just want to reprimand you, but I don't have a voice.

What the hell happened to me? I try to check, but my neck doesn't move either. I don't have a whole body feeling in the first place. As if, your lower body disappeared from your neck.

I had no choice but to move my eyes and look. He's grabbing the Count's head rudely, looking like a hater demon.

……

I'm the devil. That's what I was going to scream about.

Last seen by the Count was a brunette. My dear daughter, he is the most resentful devil man in the world, who poisoned Lynnfeld. But for some reason, that face was covered in a white mask, and worshipping the face of resentment did not come true.

In so doing, Count Bergunt turned himself into a living body with a spectacular expression of hatred that he seemed to immediately revive himself as an undead.

- Look, I got it, Admiral.

In the middle of a battlefield where there is still a fierce white soldier battle, Nero says swallowingly. On one hand, he gave Charlotte the head of an ice-soaked enemy general in a light act that seemed to play a big ball.

"Hey, hey! Don't push that disgusting thing!

"You're the one who got greedy. You don't have any thanks."

Under "Wing Road," he also decided to ride the face of "Alterface" on the waves of adventurers who led the "Iron Ghosts" and "Blade Rangers" and stormed them with a continual lifting of their handles.

Originally, I hate Nero so much that he's in tune with this kind of ambient momentum...

"I can't make you admit your father if you don't do enough to raise your general's head here! So, please, guys, help me!

"No. Such a pain in the ass -"

"If this doesn't work, this time I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die in a butt pen! It's okay Nero, be a Ikenai kid like me dying in my ass!!

"... okay, I don't know what else to do"

And I also had to agree with the servant Nero before the force of childhood tampering that came pleading with a slightly nasty eye as he reversed the cat ear tail against the fuscher.

Honestly, I have no idea what Charlotte's butts are about, but I still came to the battlefield after ignoring King Leonhardt's advice. Again, I won't be dressed up here unless I give you quite a few more fights.

That's why I thought the general's neck was too high for anything.

"I didn't expect you to make it this far."

"Come out this far. Oh, one or two gaps. In the meantime, I'll give this back, Safi."

With the other hand without a neck, Nero offers Saphir a single coat he grabbed unconstitutionally.

The fabric has a shiny skin and a light cloudy milky white colour. It's not even beautiful to flatter. In the first place, it is apparent at first glance that it is a material not suitable for use in clothing.

But it was this filthy skin that made Nero most useful in raising the rank of enemy general.

The name of this is Predator Court. The effect is full appearance transparency. In other words, the wearer can visually disappear.

The owner of this skin is a mutant species of wild Lizardman. It has long been known in Avalon that there is a rare beast resembling a lizard named Chameleon that alters body color to assimilate into the surrounding scenery. It would mean a mutant that acquired the same, no, more pseudomorphic abilities than that chameleon.

Most importantly, this skin hides itself by the unique magic of special light magic (extra), literally 'bending' the light that hits it.

Because of its magical principle, the wearer is required to have a high degree of suitability for light attributes. And Nero's best attribute is light. There is also no making for him, such as drawing full transmission from this coat.

In addition to such compatible equipment, the combined use of numerous cover-up skills across a wide range of sounds, smells, signs, magic, etc. already acquired by Nero would be hidden enough to outnumber first-rate assassins. That's enough to stab and kill only the Admiral, who is surrounded by ten and twenty knights of the escort.

"It'll be expensive."

"Well, I'll give it to you, too"

I'll also give you the other side of the neck.

"Oh, okay? Thank you. Inside, you have a good look of resentment. I'm sure we'll have a nice undead."

Usually a faceless poisonous tongue-in-law smiles all the time. The charm is a smile that all the beauty in front of it shines, but Charlotte is definitely more right about the reaction of a girl around the age when she was pressed to the neck.

"Stay put until the reward."

"Oh, you're out of your mind. I still like Wing Road. It's in the best interest of the party. I'm gonna rip it off."

Even with the same smile, Saphir answered confidently with an evil look that could be described as turning around and dark. It is a well-known fact to party members that she is the best at such tasks as business negotiations and negotiations to withdraw concessions from the other party.

Most of all, Saphir and Nero are the only two people at the party who can be entrusted with mattomo negotiations. Nell is too nice of you, and Shall has blood on his head right away. Kai is out of the question.

"I mean, hey, both of you, call me by your proper pseudonyms! I'm not floating around the Admiral's neck anymore!

Hmm, and Charlotte, who would be floating under the cat surface with an absolutely proud look on her face, takes note of the two people exchanging their heads.

"Huh? That's enough."

"I've got enough handles up, so when should I find out? Rather than Shall, how long are you going to keep that embarrassing disguise?

Speaking of which, Nero and Saphir aren't wearing masks when they realize it. In other words, the two chilled gaze, without being hidden, unmercifully pierces Charlotte in a cat mask like a toy on her cat ear tail.

"Oh, come on, you fool! This is because Nero gave it to me, and that's why I'm hanging out!

"Really?

"No, I don't."

"Hey, unbelievable!? Why did you forget?

That being said, I really don't know Nero. The disguises for 'Alterface' are sourced by each of them on their own, not particularly wacky showing their outfits.

But obviously if we convert anger emotions into lightning attributes and let the bees and Charlotte play from all over the body in front of us, I'm also tempted to think about Nero just a little bit more. And so I said, "Bakar! Nero's brain flashes when the electric shock rolls out with the scream.

"Oh, I remember. He's the one I bought him at the weird Harvest Festival outhouse when he was a kid."

"... Really?

Exactly the same question line as before, but Saphir's expression is somewhere stiff.

"Hmm, what... I don't remember properly..."

Only the words were as stabbing as ever, but Charlotte's appearance as she turned that way while loosening her tail was as palpable a bare gesture as a child in a blindfold, no matter how she saw it.

"You, you used to have that."

"Beh, nothing! It just so happens, I just happened to find it! Better than that! It's" Alterface "until you get back to Sparda, so keep up the disguise, both of you!

Snacks ran up to 300 clans, and Charlotte forcefully strayed from the spearhead of the story, screaming a logic like the famous mindset of a new adventurer alongside.

Even as Nero, for once, while still on the battlefield, I'm not willing to pull such a swallowing topic. This place has already done its part. I have no objection to the idea of cutting up troublesome wars and going back to Sparda.

"I'd like to go home...... no, where's Kai?

"Come on? I'm not playing around here."

It's like Saphir in a response that I'm just not interested in, but that was more than enough to explain.

What is happening around us is a white soldier battle played by the Crusaders and the Spartans. I'm in the middle of a battlefield like this, and there's only going to be one action that that combat freak takes.

"Leave that idiot alone, let's go home"

"Well, at times like this, I'll let you like it."

"Uh, are you okay?

The only thing was Charlotte, who disagreed, but the saying is more nuanced than worrying, such as her distrust of letting her act alone.

As a result of letting Kai go wild so far, I have never had the experience to pull powerful monsters out of their nest holes, slap powerful monsters sleeping in dungeons, and even more powerful monsters... Anyway, I have had a lot of extra trouble.

"The battle is over, you'll be fine with the boulders."

If you notice, you can hear a loud trumpet in the wind. The Spartan army uses bells or horns to transmit orders. Crusaders use trumpets.

And if you look at the flow on the battlefield, anyone can easily imagine what that tall tone shows. In other words, 'withdrawal of all armies'.

Already, all around Nero and the others are adventurers pushing forward, and the Crusaders are retreating to be pushed into momentum as they are. It should still prevail on the numbers, but still, the large troops, flickering left and right over the cut central part, also stopped walking to the walls and seemed to be starting to fall down a bit.

"Go, go, go, go! Crush the Crusaders!

"Soldiers look like garbage! Hyah!!"

If you look up, Taurus, who should have been the enemy's secret weapon, is making painful strides with Doshidoshi as he chases the Crusaders. I don't know how you took the arr, but it won't be possible for the Crusaders to turn to offense anymore because they will storm the front lines even with such a huge weapon.

Thus, Nero turned his heel and walked out toward the walls, unlike Taurus of the march - at that time.

"... Huh!?

Nero stopped the step he had taken and looked back like he had been bounced.

"What's the matter, Nero?

Forgotten something? What a swallowing inquiry. The moment Charlotte mouths it, Nero's arm stretches out to her shoulder. And hold my shoulder as it is and pull it off thoughtfully.

"What!? Hey Nero, hey, what the heck!?

Charlotte screams in abrupt and enthusiastic embrace. For the sake of dialogue, there is no resistance of any kind, although it is held but left.

"Safi! Guard it with all your might! Now!!

What reached Charlotte's ear, however, was not refused with sweet oral complaints or anything else, but Nero's sharp orders. That, too, was quite a rush.

Yes, Nero sensed an impending crisis at this moment. A sharp sixth sense appealed to the existence of a danger so uninterrupted that it had never been felt before.

Nero has so far acted reflexively as it commands, without ever questioning his own account. And understand at the next moment that it was also the right one.

It was a dot of white light.

Its light shining in the blue sky is so small and weak that at first it is likely to lose sight of it as soon as it is distracted. But when I realized it, like a star, then the sun, and even accelerating its presence like a full moon.

Undisputed, it's flying towards here. Run straight through the sky at an awesome rate, far from the other side.

Those around him began to realize "Ah" in the dazzling white light pouring down from heaven. But the hour is already late.

Play the white light.