Kuro no Maou

"... Mr. Krono, are you willing to fight me?"

"No, hey, what do you say, it's not a good idea to just leave it like this, is it?

In cold Fiona's gaze, I panicked to clarify. However, it is not enough to let you out of your mouth at all.

"The outburst of armor is of no concern to us... fine, if Mr. Krono wants it"

"I'm sorry, thank you."

"It's her, so it's only natural to devote yourself to your boyfriend."

I think Fiona, who has no shyness and can say this in her true face, is a little awesome.

I'm the only one blushing like that. After the tickling exchange, there was no one else around. Gentlemen, by being fast on the run. After all, the Spartans succeed.

"I'm sorry, Fiona, but I don't want to break your armor if I can"

"It's so cool, because?

"There's also that... you can't take money from Moldred if you can't secure it well"

No matter how much I do, I'm not willing to work for free against a guy who looks like that. At the very least, it wouldn't be right for me if I didn't do it for a nuisance fee and a fee and a lot of money from the person responsible for this case.

"And I'm not likely to be able to cover you very well, but do you have a plan?

"In the meantime, I'll see if it can be suppressed by blackening"

Or if we were to capture them without letting them destroy them, that's the only way. Well, there's just one possible hand, the blessed one.

"Well, I'll be there"

"Yes, but if you decide it's dangerous, I'll blow every armor out."

Copy that.

Prepared to be careful, I took a step toward the armor of the curse. Reinstall the grey gloves on the left hand that have not yet woken the sheep, which were removed to hold hands together, and call for more reliable partners than in the shadows.

"Oh, I knew, I used to get used to it"

Right hand, "Absolute grievance" "Neck break" ". Left Hand," Raging Tooth Sword "Extremely Bad Food". With the blade of a two-wielding curse, you are ready for battle.

Strongly speaking, I'm anxious it's a uniform with no defense whatsoever, but, well, there's no weapons over there. Sounds like a battle between the strongest spear and the strongest shield.

"Hey, cool armor over there, let me wear it for a second."

A shout out to "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)," an atmosphere that is still about to pop out here in the presence of signs of magic that are so furious all over the body.

Apparently, he's hearing voices. When he slowly turned to me, he replied surprisingly.

"Wah, I... Kosoha, King Nari... Name General Noal, T... Mita... Isa"

"Constant battles, huh? Fine."

Then let me set you up first.

It's the first time I've fought since I got back to Sparda. In other words, this is the first time I have tried the Fifth Coverage in action.

I haven't been able to handle the pseudo-wind attribute much yet, but still, I did some practice so that I could use it. At least, to the extent that you can wind without chanting.

What creates is a small chunk of wind. Imagine turbulence swirling in a balloon. Yes, it's a balloon, so if you give it a little stimulus, he'll burst. But I can give you a simple orientation.

I'll make him one, just ahead of my heel, at the ground sleigh. I don't see it because it's behind me, but a thin, black, smoky gas would be swirling with Hu Hu.

In short, he's something like a starting block used to start crowning in athletics, and then he's also a booster that gives you explosive propulsion from the first step.

"Let's go. -"

If you step lightly on the sole of your shoe, the black wind starter bursts. The wind compressed therein follows a pre-incorporated procedure of moving forward and releasing all of its wind pressure.

The leg strength of my modified and enhanced flesh is also approximate, but with this, I can do nearly double the acceleration. Perhaps it is an accelerating force that cannot be perceived in the eyes of the ordinary man.

At that speed, he runs through a short distance of roughly five meters. By the time you step into the midst of the sword, it is truly a comma-second world.

First of all, let's slit the elbow joint and seal the means of attack. With these two swords, you can cut right and left at the same time at once.

"- Whoa!?

But my double-strike launched rips through the void. Before I realized it was useless, I did see him move.

"Come on, I'm..."

The armor stood to the right, as if it had been a moment's journey. But I can see at a glance that it is by no means the magic of metastasis, nor the transformation caused by the phantom.

Now the armor, which was a black monochrome, has a disastrous crimson line that resembles the 'neck slit' body. A poisonously bright line of light flourishes in a black land like the bottom of a Naruto.

But it's that back that deserves attention. From behind him, the bright red particles were scattered with tremendous momentum, although it was not the sound. I'll pin it right on that.

"You have a booster similar to Taurus."

A terrifying ancient weapon that makes it enormous and breaks down the great walls of the robust Galahad. Just like that magic booster, which is so unrepeatable in modern magic technology, which makes steel giants float around the universe and travel at high speeds, there are brilliant particles bursting out of the back of armor.

Perhaps Taurus was blue phosphorescent because he used normal primary color magic, but Koitsu is glowing red because he's burning black magic.

"That Cotto, you, it's not just armor, it's ancient - whoa!

Moment after moment, the bigger than two meters the appearance of 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' seemed to have been blurred, thin already in front of me.

I dodged a sharp penetration that reminded me of Sariel's stinger.

What speed. Sounds like you should definitely use The Thunder Demon King (Overaccelerator) next time to see it out. This manoeuvre is too dangerous.

"Black!

I tilted my body to the side to fall and avoided piercing my hands, but I can roll it out if I'm used to using "black" even in such a half collapsed position. I'm releasing martial arts without hesitation while saying I'm not going to break it, because I'm treading that's all armor defense is.

I haven't hit a blow in yet, but I can tell. If you want to break this armor once and for all, you say it's impossible unless you even make 'Darkness' a critical hit at the best possible time. If it's a thick torso part of armor, it would be best to play it flying enough to normally hit martial arts.

But there's no return of the heavy hassle I expected in my hands.

"The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)" left only crimson phosphorescence like a remnant, flying straight behind. The tip of the 'neck slit' I wielded doesn't even scratch into the avatar-shaped chest armor.

"Oh, you're so smart around here, too"

It's troublesome that you're flying in an explosive propulsion engine called a booster, but if you back or fly left or right like you ignored inertia, you're not just fast in a straight line.

Two more times than a heavy knight, he looks like a gobbly armor jerk, and the gleaming around me to peek into the gap is still light-hearted, like a swordsman or an assassin.

It was a maneuver to take a heavy blow and combine it into a knocked down gap and rule with blackening... this is a critical hit you can't want unless you do something about this move first.

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

The damage won't go through as well, but it will be a little towing. With that intent, I invoke a sword that has been replenished to the tolerance critical of the current 'Shadow Space (Shadowgate)'. The number of copies is four. I didn't have time to take out up to ten bottles.

Did you define the motion of removing a weapon from space magic (dimension) as a gap, or did he go around to the critical, invisible left rear, where he ran straight into it?

"- Blast!

Twisted half of his body. Until he turns around, he slaps the magic sword of the blast. Already, close range such as being able to step in between swords in one more step. I let myself go ready to eat the blast, too - but I didn't develop. No. Because I have direct control, there is absolutely no way that I can't fail to develop into a 'Blast Blade'.

There are two main things that can be considered as non-explosive patterns. One, if you get on a drain as powerful as Ursula. And the other thing is, if my black magic controls are broken.

This time it is the latter.

In other words, The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian) took the flying Demon Sword (Sword Arts).

On the verge of blowing it up, slightly, but surely 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' accelerates even more by blowing a booster. Dressed to fall into the front, he dives through two swords that were to hit his chest - while at the same time grabbing the pattern. Both without the madness of the dimensions.

Then, the third and fourth ones appear in a trajectory that sandwiches from left to right without intermittent hair entry. My hands are blocked. This time, we just have to dodge it or hit it straight.

But here he let a black chain unfold that forcefully caught the wearer from inside the container. Are there dedicated exits provided in advance? The chains popped out around the back of both shoulders, as if the snakes were waiting for their prey.

The behavior is unparalleled, as is the arm. Jalajara, by the time the sound reached my ear, my demon sword (Sword Arts) had been tangled and caught in chains from the tip to the pattern.

Thus, the Ranged Attack I unleashed in tow ended up giving the opponent a brilliant weapon.

Regardless, just grabbed it, the fissure blade (blast blade) can detonate. The lack of it means that it was overwritten with further blackening at the same time that he caught it.

I understood Sole precisely after he managed to surpass the attack of The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian), which had already been slashed with two swords on his face, by the cut of The Thunder Demon King (Overaccelerator).

"Ugh, what a power!?

A blow left to the momentum that made the crimson booster blow. I managed to prevent it with two swords, but there was so much pressure that I accidentally took half a step back.

Fortunately, it passed with the momentum it had advanced, and the pursuit did not fly. But he doesn't even seem to be going to rest, and he stops and flips right away. Show me the re-assault plot.

The sword he took was blackened more powerful than mine, and its full body was stained red, not black, and it was blurring out the same crimson phosphorescence as the booster, as it shifted like a burning flame. Rather than adding (enchanting) a normal sword, it is a way of glowing like it was a light blade (force edge) from the beginning. Shake it, Von! That sounds like it.

Then again, the two strands entangled and caught were undergoing similar changes. Now the chain is only wrapped in a pattern, and the crimson fillet is pointed at me with an incision.

I guess I can wave my sword as it is in the chain. Are we all the same to think about? If I have sheep too, I can combine them with "extreme bad eating" and "hungry wolf disease walking" is such a guiding move.

In addition to the power and speed of "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)," the anomalous four-blade stream combines two ordinary swords with two chained ones. Besides, 'The Devil's Sword (Sword Arts)' is in sealed condition more than being taken away from you. It's tougher than I thought.

But I'm not going to give up yet. It takes a lot of work, but as originally planned, it blackens after taking away the opponent's resistance. First, aim for the weapon destruction of the four swords that were taken, then your hands and feet. If you can take any one of the limbs, the battle will be decided there. Besides, even the sword he wields is a very ordinary mass product. No matter how much you strengthen, the limits of durability will soon come.

"Come on, come on. I'm gonna hang out with you."

And 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' moves again.

Beyond with a long chain reach, of course, leading the way. A red blade flies in like a wired guided missile. Not only does it fly straight, but one is in the upper section, in a position where you can snap your neck. The other one is in the lower section. Position to cut off the knee. In each orbit, they flew to the horizontal giraffe.

This is more of a sickle use than a missile.

"Double Black"

The upper section is' neck severed 'and the lower section is' extremely bad food ', each intercept. As expected, the durability of the sword itself is not so much. Straight from the front, he is struck with martial arts by a weapon of curse, and the blade of red light is shattered and scattered. Because of the hue of his body, he also looked like a blood splash somewhere.

Regardless, there's no more room for me than watching that closely.

"Eat it!

What just rolls out is the "extreme bad food" on my left hand side. The blade is already deployed full of eyes and rolls out to pierce it as it is. The agate of the open hungry wolf bit was the chain that was holding the sword. The two bottles were sandwiched simultaneously and sealed before returning to the main unit.

Draw the pattern of 'Extreme Bad Food' so as to attract the 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' that leads to the end of the chain as it is. He's not light enough to lose his posture to a boulder to this extent.

But with this momentum, I'm going to slap Blackie in with a 'neck break' and slap the two remaining swords together and cut him off.

I don't think it's that easy to get away with booster manoeuvres this time than there are chains connected to the main body - you know.

"I cut (purged) shit!?

Batin, and a tall metal sound, chain detaches from both shoulders of The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian). The black chain that is connected to the main body loses control and becomes just a substance, and the rest only collapses to the ground, already trapped in a gravitational fold.

More than ceased to function as a kind of restraint, he hastily released the chain from the mouth of "The Extreme Bad Food".

In addition, I barely reschedule against the "Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)" that was already looming, and use "Extreme Bad Food" along with "Neck Break" to attempt interception by "Double Black" again.

That's when he managed to swing at the right time, when he suddenly changed course. Flew to the side.

Have you alerted yourself to the attack? No, you're not. This avoided me. It didn't mean evasion, it wasn't aimed at me from the beginning.

"No, you're not..."

I immediately notice his thoughts.

I don't know if 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' immediately reconstructed the severed chains, or if there was a spare inside from the start, but anyway, shoot the new black chains out of the exits on both shoulders.

I do not use the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts). I don't think there's a single weapon to take away here anymore...

Right behind me, there's a huge arsenal. The largest store in Sparda, the headquarters of the Mordred Weapons Chamber.

Cunningly, he was aware of the weapon nashi's hand and gave priority to securing the weapon. At the earliest possible time, that action would be more like a warrior of war with a single personality than a will to curse.

Shit, this is pretty bad. Once he's fully equipped like this, he can't finally get his hands on it.

But it's too late when you realize you are. His boost dash is not a speed I can run to catch up with. Even if the support for "Speed Enhancement (Speed Boost)" just flew in for a bit, it wouldn't be possible.

Then do you want to use it? Gratney, you've got Octo crusaded, you've got a fifth blessing.

"- Flame Spear (Ignis chrissagita)"

At that time, it was the bright red lotus that crossed my vision. A scorching fireball that flies with a black smoke tail is no less pale than a salamander's brace.

The fireballs unleashed overtook the diseased armor by spraying a booster abruptly and made their way into the Moldred Weapons Chamber first.

A huge explosion sounds, followed by a ragged and softly collapsing sound.

"Thanks, Fiona!

As natural as this, with Fiona on her face, I approach "Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)".

Fiona, who watched from the side, would soon know that he was looking for a weapon. If you crush the entrance first, you can physically refuse to enter the store. Most importantly, landfilling the front entrance of a fairly sturdy building with a single shot is the firepower of a boulder.

Prior to this obstruction by forceful force moves, the servant 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' also stops his leg. And if the movement stopped even for a moment, it was enough for me to catch up.

"Now, I won't let you get away with it -"

"The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)" waving two crimson swords as he turned around, and me slaughtered with the momentum of full force disease. The four blades intersect between the moments.

A brittle weapon, his sword that could not be wielded in a full position, is broken from its roots by a blade of curse. Kin, the kind of striking sound that hit the big shield (tower shield) hard with a hammer overlapped so that the clarity of being slashed away.

Pursuit wielded without intermittent hair. Now it's time for the "Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)" to be beaten to the torso. Double fire is missed. However, it is taken by his tremendous reaction.

He held back the right 'neck slit' and the left 'extreme bad food' by grasping himself with his left and right hands, respectively.

If it were normal, I could break each hand, but his armor doesn't seem to be Dada. It was brought into a state of stirring, scattering critical, metallic sounds and sparks.

Me with full body armor moving by intense resentment and superhuman fortified flesh. The two powers collide, but the antagonism collapses in an instant.

To Russia, the rear booster of The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian) roars. Red phosphorescence explodes and disturbs behind the armor, turning it into a mechanical propulsion that cannot be resisted by man's power.

Shortly after, I think, the fuzzy float comes to my feet.

"-" The Flaming Demon King (Overdrive) ""

But now I'm a little more confident than I am. I can't afford to lose so easily to that adorable demon king.

"Ugh, ooh..."

Your feet reach the ground as you push the stopped blade forcefully into it.

All right, I can go. With certainty, I began pushing back the full Magic Booster's Armor of Tyrants (Maximilian) from the front.

The first step, heavy. But every two, three steps, every push, lightens up. No, I'm getting stronger. The power that springs up, it doesn't stop.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

And I run out. Hundreds of kilograms, no, a thrust of super-weight armor that could be a ton if it was bad, as if taking on even a kakashi made of straw, with the full force of the disease.

As it stood, I crashed into the stone wall of the soaring Mordred Weapons Chamber.

For a moment, I remember the impact of heaven and earth flipping over. At the end of the sight is the gray of crushed stone and rolling dust.

Learn to be a definite handyman. Here, I'm not as friendly as waiting for him to fight back with a crush on "Did You Do It".

Come on, it's the real deal from here.

"Adult, be my thing - Demon Hand (Bind Arts) - Blackened"

Neither I nor my armor will let go of the sword in both hands. So make tentacles and make contact. Begin the erosion of black magic.

"GO, O... O, O..."

A creepy voice echoes from the back of the helmet on the surface of the pocket that the deceased groans in pain at the bottom of such a hellhole.

That's it, good. It was shortly after this that I felt strange.

"Damn, what a resistance..."

The tentacles I created for blackening are similar to the two polar tentacles I knitted to contain the Black Eating White Snake (Climb Eater) when I fought Cyprus in my retreat from Alsace. Dressed like a new arm growing from both shoulders, black rigid arms composed of magic lay their hands on the neck of the armor as if trying to strangle them as they were.

I'm under enough pressure, both magically and physically, to snap a neck bone like Sariel one day... apparently, I feel worse this time.

"He's, hey, yuck -"

As I think, blackening doesn't go on. My magic power alone is not overwhelming. I feel a clear willingness to resist.

Maybe it's tougher to control because it boasts a much larger material mass than a weapon called general armor. I've been up all night trying to blacken a whole Adventurer Alliance.

"- No!?

That's when he's ready to wear out more than that, and his backlash begins.

I felt the magic reflux with tremendous momentum when the red light burning in its dark orbit, the face guard of the jaw. That is not just a sixth sense thing, but also the appearance that the polar tentacles that strangle them stain toxic red from the tip of the touch.

Bad, I'm totally pushed down. My power alone wasn't enough to rule him?

No, I think I've gained the weapons of the curse by force thanks to the compatibility of luxurious black magic and resistance to the curse. Here, if there is simply a curse better in power than mine, it makes sense that there is no enemy. At least, I don't have the skills to purify the curse like a cleric.

"There is!

His red erosion has progressed to halfway through the tentacles. From there on, countless lines like blood vessels float up and head towards my flesh.

If I keep losing, instead of ruling the curse, I'll be more cursed and possessed.

Shit, he totally insulted the curse opponent that he would manage to get there too because he had been in an unrivalled state of winning streak. Yes, even magical attributes do, but weaknesses and compatibility are not absolute.

"I ha... king... I koso, ga..."

I can't tell if his voice is actually talking with his mouth anymore, or if it's pouring directly into his brain. A sign that the five senses are no longer functioning properly. In fact, 'The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)', which should be in front of you, looks somewhat boisterous. The red shadow flickered and I'm going to lose it now.

"Ga, e... I d... sub e..."

It's supposed to be a whisper that's confusing and about to disappear in the breeze, but it sounds in my head at a slightly bigger volume.

"Loyalty... Dedication Geyo..."

For a moment, I almost nodded.

I shouldn't, this feeling... oh yeah, after a while wearing a 'thought controller (angeling)', I gradually got less time to stay conscious of myself, similar to back then.

I have pain. It's not a wax. Nor is it a wreck with suffering. Disappear naturally, without the art of becoming, like falling into a deep sleep.

"I ga... knight t, nare..."

Nevertheless, you, be a knight with loyalty, say something very timely. You just officially enslaved Sariel against me.

If you lose your curse here and die, you're a total laughingstock. Or, because you had no choice, and you gently enslaved someone, and even hit it with punishment?

"So, who..."

But it doesn't matter if God doesn't forgive me. I got lost, and I got worried. Still, it's the result of my own choices. I have no regrets.

So now I don't need the peace of mind of someone else to rule.

"Who are you?"

"- Will you obey me? Huh!

At that time, a voice sounded out of place.

It's never a phantom. Because the voice like that young girl sounded so loud in her head.

Yes, invite you to the dark abyss, even undo the voice of the curse.

"Your husband, always alone! That's what I'm proud of as a maid!

I wasn't surprised by the question of who it was, or by the fact that it wasn't.

Oh, finally, you're home. Only such a sense of relief spread warmly across my chest.

"" The Black Chain Curse "Iron Cage," Super Dark Haired Maid Sheep! Your husband is in crisis!!

At that moment, when the voice of an obnoxious name echoed in my head everywhere, I had no longer heard the voice of the cursed king.

"Oh, welcome back, sheep...... well, you're back"

"I'm so sorry for taking so long, my husband"

A rare, crisp and serious tone. Could it be growing a little?

"Of course! Sheep are not just wacky they were gobbling around in their spare time! Bear the patience of not being able to see your husband, and sneak up on the difficulty -"

"No, that's what I'm gonna ask you later... now, help me keep him down."

"Yes, my lord! Leave it to the sheep!!

With a nostalgic and dependable voice, my five senses return completely. Blurred consciousness, too, is now firmly awakened.

I don't feel like pushing you down anymore.

"Let's go! Demon Hand (Bind Arts) Huh!

With my life, I hung from a glove that regained a completely lustrous pitch-black hue to a 'tyrant armor (Maximilian)' where black chains popped out like rage and gave me a creepy roar in front of me -