Kuro no Maou

"- Sister Yuri!?

To Ursula's call, I woke up.

"What's the matter, because I suddenly stopped moving because I suppressed my chest... somewhere, does it hurt?

The blue eyes that stare straight at me have a color of anxiety that often leads to me.

It's something I didn't even care about before, but in the last three months of my life, I've been able to discern people's emotions just a little bit.

Therefore, what I need to say now is to get rid of Ursula's worries and explain exactly what's going on.

"I've been granted protection"

"What?"

Though I feel asked for further explanation, myself, the details remain unclear. It was impossible to provide any further information.

"I use that power to help everyone."

I don't even have a moment of respite now.

My sixth sense is that the storm of Gratney Oct, caused by the manipulation of powerful wind attributes, is still experiencing an increase in output. Soon, this chapel will collapse, too.

The power of "Dark Knight Freesia" is unknown, but there is no better means of survival than exercising it now.

"Help," he said... but what do you do?

"First, we need armor. Ursula, could you borrow my right arm cage hand (gauntlet) and both legs (leg arm)?"

"Oh, but..."

It is also impossible for Ursula to have an increasingly bewildered look. Because there is no physical area for me to wear, such as armor on my right arm and both legs.

"Hurry up. We don't have much time."

"Ugh, yeah, I get it!

Ursula replied forcefully, even if she didn't know what it meant. Is this trust?

If so, though I have no idea why Ursula puts so much trust in me. Still, if you believe me, I know that you have to answer.

"Hey, what do you use it for, like, half the time?"

"Fine, I'll lend it to Sister Yuri!

Immediately, Ursula came back with a surprised look Ryan.

"Well, fine... see, I'm good?

"Thank you"

Gatili, and the sound of metal clasps coming off, Ryan quickly removes his heavy knight armor.

Just for today's battle, caged hands and feet with scars engraved in silver metal armor were arranged before me.

First of all, grab the right gauntlet, big enough that it's going to fall out with my slender arms if I wear it as it is.

"Seriously, what's up, Sole"

"Shut up, Sister Yuri has an idea."

I feel the gaze of the two of you intriguingly observing my every vote, whispering hissohisso stories. Seeing, the soldiers around me perceived the atmosphere that I would do something, and they were starting to get their attention, too.

Most importantly, for me, the gaze of others is not enough to hinder any concentration, and I don't have the information or time to explain anything from one to ten to them that I doubt.

I don't even know if I can. Will the protection of this' Dark Knight Freesia ', therefore, fulfill the power I desire?

Make sure of that now.

……

In a quiet chapel, I slowly take the caged hand in my left hand to my right arm. My right arm is just missing a tip from my elbow. Even without an arm to plug in, I stuck it in my cage mouth with only my elbow.

I already know how to get from here on out. I've seen it, many times in front of me.

Reminds me how he used black magic.

"- Blackened"

I feel, a wave of black magic swirling inside my body.

With the protection of the Black Gods' one-pillar 'Dark Knight Freesia', it is presumed that my soul can now receive a supply of black magic from her. The magic supply mechanism is the same as that of the Apostle.

The way black magic moves and controls gained by doing so... is no different from white magic. Instead of being familiar with the body well, the absolute experience, engraved physically and mentally, that you will not forget, moves black magic as you wish.

The effect immediately appeared visible.

"Whoa, are you serious!?

"Ah, this is the same as Lord Chloe..."

The right-hand gauntlet is instantly anointed with silver armor.

"Blackened," yes Chrono called it. Simple black magic addition (enchant). However, it can be evaluated as a versatile and user-friendly black magic that also reflects the corresponding effects if it is woven into the enhancement of matter to ideological manipulation and pseudo-attributes.

If black magic can be used, it makes sense for me to be able to use the same thing.

If I remember, it runs exactly as I imagined it to do with his' Demon Sword (Sword Arts) '. Pickle, and the fingertips of the gauntlet that were supposed to be cavities moved to create a grip.

"Zero-command three-second delay in response. You need to get used to the operation"

"Awesome, Sister Yuri! I can't believe you can use the same magic as Lord Chloe!

"It just became available"

From that moment when black magic dwelled on me, I have been able to imitate roughly his knitted black magic. Demon Bullet (Barrett Arts), Demon Sword (Sword Arts), Demon Hand (Bind Arts), I've seen it, so I can somehow grasp the effect and the surgical composition.

And most importantly, the memory of Sayuko Shirazaki, who retains Japanese knowledge, gives us a complete understanding of what he might base his magical image on. Today I also combine my knowledge of novels, comics, anime and games, a wide variety of entertainment pieces, and fiction, in addition to real modern weapons such as guns and missiles.

It didn't seem to be her hobby, but I look through the work that high school student Kurono Mahogany liked to understand him. Anytime, so we can talk about it with him.

As far as I can remember, there just never seemed to be an experience where the fruits of that collection of information were brought to bear.

Now put aside the memories that should be called memories of bitter youth, and the next thing I know, I have to get my legs back.

"Blackened"

The method is similar to that of the right arm. Just keep your feet on your knees, then pour black magic into them. Silver armor was still dyed and cut black without precipitation.

"Oh, I stood up!

Ryan talks too much about what happened in front of him. Is the way I stand up unusual enough to make you say such a natural thing?

Though a substitute, if you have legs, naturally, you can stand up for yourself. It was to stand for the first time in three months with both feet of iron with empty contents and no sense of stepping on the floor.

"Shh, wow... Sister Yuri, could you possibly walk?

"Walking is possible. It is also possible to drive and jump...... Again, the reaction is dull. High risk of fatal delays in combat"

There is no obstacle to daily life. Have mobility, but do not move three areas at the speed necessary for combat action. It is impossible to move real hands and feet alike without actually moving them and being proficient in ideological manipulation.

But besides the time I'm practicing under the present circumstances. We must acquire combat actionable mobility as soon as possible.

"Ursula, please step away for a moment. at risk of electric shock."

"Kanden?

"Yes, because the essence of my power of protection is' thunder '"

The black magic that fills the body is such as the minimum basic performance required to express protection. When the adventurers and thinkers confronted in the Galahad War used shelter, all felt an increase in magic. Perhaps a basic effect common to all of the protection of the black gods. It has been confirmed by myself that the difference in degrees is vast and that when it becomes powerful, the magic comes from the body, taking the form of an aura, just like the Apostle.

"Wow!?

Bacilli, and Spark could play small in front of him, Ursula lagged behind with a rolling momentum as she raised her voice of surprise. Ryan and the others around him fall down in cold sweat.

The fact that I gained the power of thunder would have now become apparent to anyone's eyes.

"Dark Knight Freesia" is obviously a knight who deals mainly with spears because of their name and appearance. The effect of being able to manipulate lightning attributes is not all of its power.

But apparently all I've been given so far has been the power. The black magic in me and all the black thunder that comes from it. This energy of magic and what magic and martial arts can be made using the black lightning attributes all depends on my power alone.

I've never used much lightning attribute magic, but it's not like I still don't have experience. The handling method is the same as before, no problem.

And the diverse magical images of modern Japan that Sayuko Shirazaki gives me show me a new way to use them. That, or he might end up with the same result.

So I guess, I was somehow giving that new black magic a name he was going to give it.

"-" Purple Electric Blackening ""

Purple light runs through the black monochrome-dyed metal armor so thunder flashes in the night sky as the dry bursting sound echoes into the chapel.

The necessary effect is to communicate my will directly to the iron prosthesis/prosthetic leg without any time lag. The part where ideological manipulation by blackening is not enough is compensated by this, "magic of thunder" that directly transmits electrical signals running through the nerves.

By incorporating pseudo-inflammatory attributes, Chrono braided 'red-hot blackening' with burning explosive power.

As well as that, I created a 'violet blackening' that gives the added (enchanted) part of every 'electrical' characteristic by incorporating lightning attributes.

Seems successful in appearance and sensation, but fulfilled, whether or not it has the performance it wants. There is a minimum need to check the operation.

I pulled out the moment "Dark Knight Freesia" appeared and switched Rapier, who remained out, to the right hand of the black iron with the purple light.

It would be best to look through one of the Sinclair Swordsmanship shapes because it is necessary to try all body movements, including both legs, rather than bareback.

"Phew."

Take one breath of practice. Thanks to the luxurious black magic supplied in the body, the difference in energy produced in just one breath is many times different. If we take our consumption lightly, we will likely be able to produce enough output, both instantaneously and in apostolic times.

Without being swayed by the sensation of resurrected power, I finished the basic sword mould I had learned a long time ago in about three seconds.

"- Sensitive. Reaction difference, zero comma per second, less than. Barely, I can stand the battle."

"Yes, that's... the basic form of the Southern Cross stream (classic form). Sister Yuri, I knew you were a knight."

Sinclair has several swordsmanship schools and Southern Cross is most famous. Half of those in a position to name knights in the Crusades are the gatekeepers of this Southern Cross stream. Ryan would know at a glance that he originally served as a knight in Elysion.

"No, I'm just a Sister"

Although it is a special case of an apostle, there is no difference in my identity being a Sister.

"I can't believe the guy who can shake the whole shape perfectly in just three seconds would be about a cathedral knight (paladin)... no, no, no, no prying"

That would be better, even for me.

"I now turn to my brother's addition in order to discuss Gratney Oct. Could you open the door?"

"... oh, okay. I asked for it."

It was only for a moment that Ryan showed a bare gesture of getting lost. The door to the battlefield was swiftly opened. Gachari, playing metal noises from empty feet, I go after the chapel -

"Sister Yuri! Please, you're safe!

"Yes, Ursula. I'll be back."

That way, I, alone, return to the outside where the big storm swirls again.

The passage I had just walked in had finally begun to collapse, and blocks of stone that were supposed to be rigidly assembled had been torn apart and wound up in space. Outdoors, not already in the castle there.

The surrounding sights are like jumping inside a giant tornado. Of course crumbling debris, the bodies of soldiers and monsters rolling within the fortress also fly together in the sky. Some of them include horses that remained connected to the stables.

I felt like my eyes only met for a moment with a horse blowing right in front of me as I raised my tall.

In the wind speed that winds up hundreds of kilograms of heavy objects without difficulty, what I can still put my foot on the ground is also the ability to 'purple black'.

To the thick steel of the castle peeled out by the collapse of the stone walls, I am sticking by turning my entire foot into an electromagnet. So it will not be exactly on the ground, it will be standing on a vertical pillar.

Although it is a use of lightning attributes not seen in Sinclair, the idea of an electromagnet quickly emerges if there is the brainchild of Lily Shirazaki, who almost perfectly repairs her knowledge of science and physics at the high school level. And with my magic manipulation ability, it's also easy to reproduce a condition similar to running current through a coil.

In the meantime, I can no longer be sucked off without the skill of turning into a big mouth floating in the sky, but I still don't have the means to shoot down Gratney Octo.

The weapons in hand are two spare Rapiers and thirty Ignited Daggers. Even if we can land on Gratney Octo's body again, the lack of fire power is obvious.

Now it looks like you can also use the advanced attack magic of the lightning attribute, Thunderstorm Electric (Line Force Blast), but where you've shot in with dozens of shots, that giant will stay on scorching the surface a little bit.

More, decisive power is needed.

But if you want it, you need just the same ability as when you were an apostle. I realize how much of a breaking effect imparting infinite magic is just that since it is now a finite magic supply.

So this is just nothing. Everything I could have had as the Seventh Apostle has now been lost - no, there must still be one thing left.

"... go back (call)"

Its summoning ceremony is weapon-dependent. Therefore, all we need is a single chant and only a few magical powers. There's no reason you can't activate it. However, an unusual reaction is caused by black magic like black turbulence flowing through the monochromatic white dyed surgical circuit.

Sole, who was supposed to be summoned with the dazzling white light, appeared to me as I let him play a disastrous spark mixed with black and red.

"Armed Scripture 'Holy Cross Spear (Grand Cross)'"

It was the exclusive weapon of the Seventh Apostle (I), which remained sinking in the "Fountain of Light" after the "Heavenly Delivery Gate" was activated without being recovered.

A design that mimics the symbolic Holy Cross of God. Regardless, the blade and pattern are dazzling white.

But there is no familiar white glow in the spear of God that I have gripped. That had already been dyed and cut into black monochromes, as' blackened 'had been applied.

"... again, 'Rebellion Cross Spear (Liberion Cross)'"

The pitch-black spear that wraps the red thunderlight, which I take upon myself who betrayed God, deserves this name.

Even if the appearance and name change, the grip is the same. The vast amount of magic held by the spear, conveyed to the palm of the hand, and the numerous manipulations remain the same. This spear still has the ability to withstand the Apostolic Combat. No matter how intense the martial arts are unleashed, it will not break, no matter how mighty the magic is shot. A collection of Sinclair's magic and blacksmith skills, performs as the best weapon.

This allows even the giant of Gratney Octo to penetrate in one breath. At least, it would be easier than piercing the heart of a black dragon.

Now I have everything I need. Free moving limbs, luxurious magic, and weapons. All you have to do is knock it down.

Gratney Octo is coming down to quite a low altitude to absorb the fortress. To the extent that the sighting slightly exceeded the hundred meters.

Pegasus is not needed to climb this high. Running is enough.

"Thousand Mile Disease (Sonic Walker)"

From the standing steel, I begin to run in a vertical position.

One, two steps. The magnetic force can be adjusted as I want, not just to stick, but to run without any obstacle.

With the third step I put my foot on the heavenly edge of the pillar - magnetic inversion. With intense rebellion, fly straight up.

Ahead, a huge Gratney Octo oral cavity that you can see right over your head. Inside a creepy bright red mouth, every thing rolled up drinks up organic, inorganic separately.

It floats with a circular body and a long eight-legged leg spread all over his eyes so as to cover all the Alsace fortresses. The sight, seen in a Hollywood movie, is like just before a giant UFO unleashed a beam cannon that would destroy a city on Earth - a feeling that comes to mind naturally would also have the effect of regaining her memory. If I tell him, will I get his approval?

For some reason I concentrated my thoughts again, and I took the fourth step into a raging stream of atmosphere.

I'm the same as the leaves of a tree in the wind in front of this huge storm, but if I use 'Thousand Miles Disease (Sonic Walker)', I'd rather be more stable than standing on the ground.

Now that the black magic supplied can also be followed, there is no risk that the martial arts will consume a lot of life. Keeping the high output, I run up the storm sky in a straight line.

But the fragments of the walls and the chunks of thought blocks fly from side to side, so as to obstruct its path.

"Hmm."

Kick the void and make a sudden conversion. Brock flew away to blur his feet and I managed to avoid a direct hit.

But one obstacle after another emerges that stands in the way of progress. Front, rear, left, right, or, just below where I've come from, stone, wood, or the iron weapon itself strikes at a shell-like rate.

The cause is simply the proximity to the mouth, which is the source of absorption.

Me approaching suddenly with signs of magic without hiding, but Gratney Octo hasn't even noticed. From non-standard giant monsters, even dust and mustard that are difficult to discern, such as human-sized ones, would be the same.

Therefore, I am not flying objects with the intention of interfering with me.

Then you still have nothing to fear.

If the will does not intervene, what is there is just a phenomenon that is natural but remains. The shells of debris that come densely near the mouth are also to just follow the wind flow.

If there are no moves to be poked into the void, such as feints, cover-ups, etc., the feeling of dwelling in this flesh is enough to avoid it.

Using the performance of the 'Thousand Mile Disease (Sonic Walker)' I worked out because of its convenience, I jump through a rubble storm, slip through it and finally flesh into my mouth.

In the long run, the mouth of the red glowing Gratney Octo deserves to be called the 'gateway to hell', Chrono says, but if you look so close, you can see the vivid texture so much that you can realise it's an organism even at this size.

I couldn't see it from the bottom, but I can also confirm that countless fangs are growing so that there are thorns on the walls of the meat surprisingly deep in the circular mouth.

And the inhaled object was just a structure shattered and crushed by a wall of spikes, as it was sprayed on the mixer.

Regardless, if I jump in like this too, I instantly turn it into a piece of meat.

It takes a lot of attack to break through. Even Chrono, a powerful black wizard, didn't think to jump into this mouth. With semi-permeable firepower, it doesn't work at all.

So there's only one hand I can take. Unleash the most powerful martial arts you can possess, as much as you can, as much as you can, as much as you can.

"Pierce, thorough -"

It is not the light given by the White God that dwells on the tip of the erected spear.

Glittering and blinking in the eyes are the lightning colored by black and red. There are no shards of sanctity to be able to play violently waiting for the moment to pierce the prey.

Only the overwhelming power of burying the enemy gathers in one spot.

The effects are both special. But this should also be renamed more than the way it has changed.

Because this move is released at the earliest, not by the will of God, but by my personal wishes.

"-" Demon Spear (Brewnak) ""

With the thunder blowing, I stepped into the 'gateway to hell'.