Kuro no Maou

The adventurers were lost. I named myself Saliel, whether or not I should challenge a battle against just one enemy.

"Seriously... The Iron Ghosts have lost"

"Hey, what are you gonna do, he's a little too fucked up..."

Such a blur runs through the battlefield.

The Sparda adventurer is not weak enough to be weak to the extent that one party was brutally hit, but in this case, the defeated party was special. Top Rank 5 at the top of the Adventurer. That was the challenge for the four of us, and they were all beaten up without a scratch on each other.

If we had fought well, there would still have been someone who would have raised morale and wanted to continue later. But the battle of the "Iron Ghosts" had instead become a demonstration that appealed no further to Saliel's outwardly stained strength.

Maybe Sariel himself, seeing them as powerful enemies, deliberately attacked them and made it easy to show the power difference of defeating them with dignity on top of it. With her true strength, how, when it comes to rank 5 adventurers, she might pierce them with those white, shining spears while blinking one - that way the bottom of too much strength would be the biggest reason to hesitate the adventurers.

But Sariel doesn't know anything about their circumstances. Because if the distinction between enemies and allies is clear on the battlefield, there is only one thing to do.

"Target capture"

Sariel started chanting. Start walking slowly as you follow the spear in your hand like a cane.

"Initiate"

With every step she takes, the adventurers take an unexpected step, step back.

But they weren't scared enough to go on forever with the foolishness of merely distancing themselves before the same enemies who would declare that they were going to attack.

"Now's your chance while you're chanting! Arrows or magic, all those who can shoot, punch in!!

It was the 'Blade Ranger' pink arrow that shouted for sharp offensive instructions.

Targeting magicians during chanting is a basic battle theory that even new adventurers know. A veteran would see it as a target reflexively.

No matter how strong they were, without avant-garde or defensive magic, they didn't hesitate any more to target Saliel chanting as he walked directly from the front.

"Eat it, little girl! Heartbreak Shoot Oh Whoa!!

The faces of all the sorcerer and archer classes on this scene led by a dazzling shocking pink, light magical blow that pink arrows unleashed over the big peach bow.

A number of ranged attacks, each attribute, colorful and radiant, pouring down towards just one person. The majority are accounted for by lower attack magic such as' Fire Arrow (Ignis Sagitta) 'and' Thunder Arrow (Rhine Sagitta) ', or martial arts such as' One Shot (Shoot) 'and' Strong Bullet (Shot) '. That's all we can do, not least because we deserve it most right now and massively.

The other half is more powerful intermediate or higher, masterful magic and martial arts, unleashed by skilled people with shorter activation times such as abbreviations (short spelling) and shrinkage. There will be a handful of people inside who will use the original magic (original).

That's how the adventurers' intentions to kill, rather than the thoughtful caged attack close to the prayer of "Now Fall Me", kill beneath Saliel. By landing, the ultra-high heat, the very low temperatures and the shock waves blow at the same time, and Saliel's little shadow disappears wrapped in smoke black and white and flaming red.

"- (Ready for launch)"

Sariel walks out intact from the other side of the blast, rightly, white despair.

Instead of doing the damage, it won't even let her interrupt the chant. Apparently, at this time, Sariel's magic was already complete.

"Spiritual Spear (Gay Borg)"

Accommodating white light at the tip of his ear, Saliel unleashed a cross spear into the sky. Spears away from their luxurious bodies do not make them feel as if they were powerful or anything, but spears that seem soft white run through heaven with a sharper momentum and speed than bounced arrows.

At the tip of the spear, released at a steep angle almost directly above it, naturally, there is no appearance of an adventurer as an enemy. Sparda's Dragon Knight (Dragoon), an aerial force, also does not exist, at least, over Saliel.

I mean, it's just a spear pushing through the void - but the next moment, I pointed that spearhead at all my enemies.

The spear that Sariel threw in the air, when it reached a height of approximately one hundred meters above it, formed a large magic formation that was circular as it was, while the dazzling light could be played. It also looks like the spear itself has been shattered and turned into a magic formation.

And from the magical circle roughly ten meters in diameter, the rain of light began to fall.

It was a white, shining spear, much like the intermediate attack magic of the light attribute, the White Light Arrow (Lux Chris Sagitta). But the amount of magic caged in each of those spears, the density, the more I feel on my skin, even if I'm not a magician.

Countless things like that - no, precisely, just a few minutes of what Sariel aimed at, pouring out of the heads of the adventurers.

"Wow, this sucks."

Not so many have moved into defensive action. The respite allowed to them is less than three seconds before a spear falling sharply from the sky reaches the ground.

"Oh, wow, wow!?

For a while, a sad cry that makes me want to block my ears woods spirits.

Those who barely developed defensive magic are pierced through the head or chest with no response before the impending spear of light, and through every stretched shield.

A simple orbit that just flew straight from the sky to the ground, the swordsman who cut it, still traced the end of the stabbing by means of an arrow tip dodged by a piece of paper, a spear that showed a sudden turning of bees over his head.

Power to pierce defensive magic without difficulty. High precision tracking ability as if to bruise evasive behavior. It is a performance that is sufficiently operational on either side alone, and it is not strange to name a Special Attack if both are aligned. Apparently, more than a thousand spears of light pouring down from heaven had a vicious effect on all of them.

From the circle of great light, the sight of shining rain falling is fantastic, but what spreads beneath it is a bloody realistic picture of hell, where numerous people are stabbed at the same time.

"Oh no, how could... guys..."

The number of adventurers who survived Saliel's "Spiritual Spear (Gay Borg)" is enough to count with both hands. Those who have enough defensive properties to be stopped from penetrating, who can move at a speed that can shake off the trail, or who have fortunately escaped the spike by miraculous standing positions.

Some of them were blessed to survive sheltered by their companions. It was a pink arrow in "Blade Ranger".

"Protecting your people is fundamental to justice...... right?

The red-haired young man, Red Sword, smiles gently at his chest and belly, each receiving a spear of light.

"Justice must be done"

"Because we..."

"Because I'm a blade ranger!

Blue, yellow and green were taking the spear through the red with even more tension. All three of them are subjected to spears directed at themselves.

But the righteously-burning four stood on our shields to make us leaders and protect a pink arrow of red dots yet another shot. She doesn't have one scratch, she doesn't follow.

"I'm really... stupid..."

It's a beautiful teardrop, but as a result, it just outdid the blow. The culprit, that is, Sariel, is alive and well, who unleashed a brutal, outrageous range attack with unparalleled force.

Despite releasing such massive magic, her collapsed silver aura continues to be regarded as undiminished and her complexion remains dimensionally unchanged. It was as if it had not been seen, such as the depletion of magic.

"Hi-"

Soon, Saliel, who could again carry the cross spear he was supposed to have thrown in his right hand, stood in front of the saved pink arrow. Would it be more right that I happened to have a girlfriend on the path that kept me walking straight?

"This is a surrender… Please, move on…"

Spitting a pitiful, extreme dialogue, Pink Arrow gave way to Saliel as he rolled unnecessarily. Slowly fell and lay around, keeping the four companions intact. What the hell was justice?

……

Without a glance, Sariel ignored the pink arrow and proceeded to walk. Fortunately, as much as she did without stepping on the bodies of her people.

"- Nah! No no no no no no!!

Pink Arrow stands up as he pulls his bow on Russia. Distance to Sariel, approximately ten meters. The defenseless exposed back is so good for her no more.

"White Pile (Sagitta)"

"- What?"

A white pile was pierced in the belly of a pink arrow before the strings squeezed away from his fingers caged in the power of martial arts. That murder weapon, which resembles a pile of white wood to pierce and kill a vampire's heart, strikes through her belly beautifully. From the back, there would be a peek at the sharp tip painted on the blood.

There is no such thing. Sariel sensed her attack and just shot in ahead of the counterattack. Without looking back, chant-free, motionless, shooting through the back of standing in a complete blind spot exactly would have been no creation for her, who unharmed and outnumbered the 'Iron Ghosts' onslaught.

"Gu, ha... Shit, shhhhhh..."

A palliative ambush quote, a pink arrow that collapses spitting dialogue like a little villain. Still, her attitude as she fought to defeat her enemies to the end, fighting to avenge them, may be called justice.

But at this time, Sariel stopped walking because she remembered some emotion about Pink Arrow's behavior. What she sensed was the emergence of new enemies.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

What Sariel looked back at faintly shaking a large silver ponytail was one boy.

It's big, but I was in my late teens when I was old from that face. A tough piece of equipment featuring twisted blonde hair, but hardening its body does not inhibit movement and thus combines mobility to cover steeple points with minimal defense.

He directed the cut of the boneless Great Sword (Claymore) in his hand towards Saliel as he unleashed a bright blue aura from his entire body.

"It's so strong, you. Do me a favor."

Sariel will also know that he, with his blue aura, is also a powerful man who resides in some sort of shelter. Conversely, he must have watched where the Rank 5 adventurer who activated the protection fell before her one after another.

Still, the boy with a childish, pure grin that excitement couldn't contain was undoubtedly a combat freak.

"My name is Kai Est Galblaze! No, not always."

Kai's figure with the sword is a carnivore just before he sets his aim and rushes out on his prey. Against Sariel, the same stick. He was just holding the spear in his right hand and looking at Kai with his miserable red eyes.

"- Win or lose!

Disappeared. Step in fast enough to make you think so.

But that's a constant feeling to far too far. Just fast, her eyes won't be deluded.

"White Pile (Sagitta)"

"Sai!

Kai was watching out for the no-motion attack magic "White Pile (Sagitta)", which finished with a pink arrow. Towards myself staging an assault in a straight line, this also bounces off a straight white pile with a flash of a great sword.

Instead of one, two, three - dozens and dozens of continuous releases of white piles, he keeps hitting them all. That's how, when we played the thirteenth bottle, we were packing the time to a distance where we would slash each other with a blade.

"Polar (Altima) -"

Kai's sword, swung up in the upper stages, emits a strong, blue glow. There are not many signs to detect that even Sariel, who wrapped the aura, is a martial arts technique that has just the power to be slashed and laid down under one sword.

But the motion is too big. It's faster for Saliel to stick out the spear.

"Huh!

Kai tried to avoid Saliel's thrust by twisting his body forcefully, even as he was in the process of rolling out his martial arts. The silver tip barely stays just to scrape the surface of the dragon-skinned armor that protects his chest plate.

"Flash (slash) Huh!!

A divinely glowing pale slash runs in the eye of Sariel's brain, who is shunned from poking but thus exposes the full gap. Kaishin's blow.

"... n"

But it was not the blood splash that tore the human body apart that caused the blade of the Great Sword, but the grand spark that was diverted and emitted on the surface of the hard metal.

Soon, between the sword and Sariel, the spear is interrupting.

From that position, I pulled back to defend myself. That's all, but the key behavior was as if I didn't see it.

Is the small voice of Sariel, which was only slightly held, a manifestation of what she herself took so seriously? Whatever it is, it's not a pleasure.

Kai has already unleashed all his martial arts. Just like her, cutting back the sword again at a rate that's inconspicuous to her eyes is impossible, no matter how superhuman her power resides. I didn't have enough time.

"- Whoa!?

On Kai's stomach, a heavy fist is thrust into him, as Golem hammered him. by Sariel's empty left hand. Most likely from her, something like a light jab could be inferred from that impotent motion that just stuck out her arm.

The desperate sight of Saliel already in the poking motion again appeared in her blue eyes, although Kai leaned her body wide, sparing her pain and shock from plunging down, if she noticed.

The tip will pierce the heart exactly. In this time, at this time, it's impossible for her to do anything to harm.

There was battle. Kai realized his defeat and death -

"Huh!? Damn, now they're gonna notice!

The overheard voice reaches my ear.

What Saliel let go was not a thrust, but a shovel.

The aim is not myself (Kai), but another.

"Nero!?

From the void, a dark-haired red-eyed best friend pops up. It was abrupt, as if it had suddenly been instantaneously moved there or summoned, without any sign of proximity.

I'm always not jealous, Nero, who doesn't break the cool look unrelated to surprise and haste in battle, but now I was diving through Saliel's blow with a glimmer of cold sweat on my cheek.

"Just back off!

Needless to say, Kai flew back. The sickle of the Reaper is the same, outside between the spears that Saliel waves.

On its terrible tip, a translucent cloth - no, it gradually lost its transparency, and in no time, it manifested itself as a thin, dirty, milky, borough of chile.

"Oh my precious predator coat...... bad, Safi"

With that crushed, Nero descends next door.

"Nero, you..."

"Damn, you idiot. Because of you, I think he's got a wingspan."

Despite his unprecedented grumpy expression, Nero spoke clearly and with a sense of war.

"I can't help it. I'm ready for a deficit, I'll fight for you."

"Phew, we're gonna take him down and make Wing Road the best party in Sparda!

Standing further behind Kai, the corpse psychic in black (Necromancer) and the lightning magician in red cape (Thundermerge).

Here the members of 'Wing Road' played their part in the momentum.

"Come on, let's go - formation 'Worldwind'!