Kuro no Maou

The Aerial Fortress Piece Full Heart, its vast deck is littered with blackish smokescreens there, greatly limiting sight.

Still, Krono cannot continue to hide, no matter how he rises, in a closed space where there is ultimately no escape.

"Kolos... Kolos... Akumakolos..."

A giraffed shocking pink eye captures Chrono running around like a small animal.

The large figure, dressed in black armor, stood just near the main gate of the White Ash castle where Mass lived.

Do you think it's safe to escape into this castle?

A foolish enough thought, but the feeling of mocking it doesn't come to Mass today. She just finds the enemy and kills him. That's the only thing that moves as a behavioral principle, because it's turned into a killing machine.

Mass, who discovers Chrono nestled beyond the smoking black smoke, leaps straight ahead.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Madly screaming, Mass slams the shaken 'Biwing Federation (Arc Divisions)' into momentum.

"Grr!"

The creaking chrono's voice leaks.

He wears a full-face helmet at some point to move in the smokescreen he sprinkled himself. It is obvious that the horned satanic design helmet on the face of the angry claw is the design of the armor and set that wraps around it.

But now that I've worn my helmet, there's not even a slight change.

Chrono, with his curse, barely prevents the blow of the Sickle, but is unable to resist the power of the Mass that freed his powers and is disfigured.

At the Mass that misses that gap, no, I will not forgive my willingness to stay in the 'Biwing Union (Arc Divisions)'.

"Shaaaaaaaa!!

An unstoppable serial slaughter strikes Chrono as he gives him the majesty of an angry monster.

"Ugh, wow..."

A blade of white, shining sickle sharpens the armor of a pitch-black.

Full-body armor made of genuine dark matter (Full Dark Matter) continues to protect the wearer's flesh wrapped within it, scattering sparks and residual light of magic. When it comes to "Biwing Reunion (Arc Divisions)," it's only two things to gently snap, such as lined armor, but "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)" is not mutilated even if it gets a direct hit.

Amazing defense...... but not even intact.

If you can't amputate it in one go, you just keep telling me to slash it as many times as you want. The blade, which houses the holy white light that destroys evil, is beaten to the chrono with stormy momentum.

Though he desperately tries to prevent it by waving a swing of a swing, he can only prevent it from slashing at the earliest, three times. Black heavy armor is steadily shredded and torn to an accelerating number of hits.

War prevention, on the other hand, is pushed by one-sided attacks that can't even be prevented, and at last Chrono exposes a deadly gap. A sharp flash bounced off the blade and completely ripped open its guard.

Mass fires a torrid blow to the body in the face of deep scars that run wide across the chest, shredded to shreds by previous successive attacks.

"Death Yikes, Neaaaaaaaaa!!

Big waved down, 'Biwing Reunion (Arc Divisions)' finally wears the armor of 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' completely, with a dazzling glow.

"Guuuuuuuu..."

A large blade piercing deep into the chest. A decisive blow through the chest of those who are sure to be inside - but it was surprisingly untouchable.

Beyond that pierced with robust, extremely pitch-black heavy armor, it feels as if there's nothing.

By the time I felt that way, it was too late.

"Qua!?

Chrono's hands grasp disappointingly 'Bifurcation (Arc Divisions)' poked at his own chest.

Even though it is a fatal wound that is not strange to die instantly, being pierced through the chest with a giant blade, its movement, strength and fine dust do not make it feel faded.

No, it's not fatal in the first place, it's intact.

Because no one in The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian) is in there.

Using full-body armor and a full-face helmet with absolutely no view of the contents, … "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)," which is why it is possible, it is a bold one that makes full use of the specs of ancient armor, not solely enlightened to the brink by advanced independent behavioral features.

So, where is your destiny?

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Chrono, who flies out of the air with inflammation, emerged from the ground.

Dig the deck, not. Only at that point, where Chrono popped up, is it stained and cut in drool and black like a bottomless swamp.

There's no way, if you blacken it, there's no wax enough to make you sink to hide yourself. Even when I had just escaped from the lab, I could do it.

With his armor off, Krono, dressed in the 'Devil's Embrace (Bafomet Embrace)', flips a long robe hem and ambushes him to a massacre on his feet.

"Khu!"

Mass to fight back and move instantly against the manifested fate, but 'Biwing Reunion (Arc Divisions)' does not move.

"The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)" grips the Great Sickle that pierces itself with all its might, and even jarring and black chains pop up like snakes from all parts of the armor, tying it up harder.

The black chain that crawls around in momentum presses me to tie every Mass hand holding the sickle as it is... but by letting this go instantly, Mass escapes.

I don't even have to think about how much disadvantage it would cause if I were detained here myself.

But also the downside of taking the biggest weapon, the 'Biwing Federation (Arc Divisions)' out of hand was enormous.

"Scream, 'Horned Grave'!

In Chrono's hand, a black sword instead of a razor. It is the Horned Grave, the sword of the cursed tomb guard.

Kiaaaaaaaaa!!

and a blade of super tremor strikes a mass that has become a hand-to-hand karate, emitting a sound like a vague woman's golden voice.

But if you lose your weapon, the Apostle will never be powerless. Its flesh, which wholeheartedly houses the protection of God, becomes the ultimate weapon, sharper than the steel blade and more powerful than the magic wand.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh!"

Mass's knife is released with sharp breath. At its fingertips, the more intense white magic swirls and emits a dazzling glow than the 'Bifurcation' blade.

Martial Arts "One Strike (Stinger)".

It is a basic technique as a martial arts technique of penetration by a hand knife, but if the apostle releases it, it is comparable to the spear tip of an animal. He turned it into a sharp blade, enough to intercept the impending curse sword.

Kim!

Clearly clear metal sounds, the Apostolic Knife and the Curse Knife play against each other.

Mass, a bare hand, is more conducive to moving into pursuit against Chrono, whose long-handed weapon has been derailed. It's quicker for Mass to jump into that nostalgia than for Chrono to pull back the played 'Horned Grave'.

"Shah!"

And now it's time for Mass to wear Chrono's chest with his own hands.

Released with precise and unparalleled accuracy with no different dimensions, The Single Stinger penetrates the position of the heart beautifully.

But, but - once again, it's uncomfortable.

The feeling of pierced flesh, the feeling of a broken heart, is not conveyed into this hand. It's as if I stabbed you in the slime as well, this inconsequential,

"Don't tell me you're an idiot! This one too - so sooo!!

The voice out of Chrono's mouth belongs to the young girl. It was an eerie sight, but soon its appearance changes.

With his chest pierced by Mass's right hand, the figure of Chrono was shaped to melt in a drool and instantly turned into a girl with long dark hair.

Construction of a pseudo-state by pseudo-water attributes, acquired by the sixth protection. Sheep's long-awaited ability to materialize is also good for creating decoys that resemble Chrono himself.

Though I tried it in my first bump production, the accuracy, control and proficiency of the sheep are well polished as they routinely play around in a pseudo fashion, and do their maid's work.

If, nevertheless, Mass remained sane, if he had the ability to think of all possibilities continually in the battle, he might have been seen as fake by the Apostolic acute intuition. But Mass is a killing machine that just kills the enemy in front of you.

Neither its appearance, nor the signs of black magic, nor its ability to see through sheep's pseudonyms combined as a definite entity could have been possible for a Mass just dominated by the 'Biwing Union (Arc Divisions)'.

"Come on, now, my lord! Should I keep it in resentment sunshine?!

Screaming, Sheep also finish the Mass restraint in close proximity. Long dark hair twitched and turned into tentacles, tying Mass's body.

With the power of the Apostle, it is only a degree of restraint that can be easily broken even by strength - but in this moment now, this stoppage has been fatal.

"Eat it up," The Bad Food "-"

Signs of killing and cursing from overhead to awesome.

Dropping the devil's armor and taking off the devil's robe, Chrono dressed as a poor minister with only a shirt and trousers. The real Krono, who has removed all his protective gear and has no desire for defense, now hits more than the castle of White Asia, where he was lurking, with the special intention of deciding everything.

In its hands is the weapon of curse, with the deepest resentment against the Eleventh Apostolic Mass. With the battle of Alsace, all the carelessness surrounding its tragic end, into the fangs of evil eating, the blade of vengeance is now swung down.

"" The Demon King of Light (Overlimit) "-" Darkness "eh!!

"Geaaaaaaaaa!!

I woke up from the crawling deck listening to my ears screaming.

"Damn... you did all that and you couldn't kill it..."

Being able to scream is also a sign that you are still alive.

I was going to make a gap between Miriam and Sheep to slap a special blow until I unlocked all my protective gear... boulder, should I call it a messenger even if it's crazy? He set up a counter against my unleashed 'Darkness'.

What was released was a glowing penetrator. It also had an even more intense glow than when I pierced a sheep manipulating fake me. That light alone is so dazzling that I almost took it off.

At the moment of the direct hit, I think I managed to steer clear of the steeple from the counter's knife at the same time as the hand that slashed Mass...... apparently my consciousness was flying for a moment and this is how it rolled when I noticed it.

"But I gave it quite a bit of depth"

My bargain wasn't my fault. Seen, blood is spraying up in the midst of a great deal from Mass's body.

The blade of "Extreme Bad Food", in a single vertical letter, engraved a deep wound in a straight line to escape from the face of the Mass to the shoulders, chest and belly. A normal human would be seriously wounded, but Mass, wrapped in a shower of blood and a bloodstained coat, still stared at me with an indelible eye.

"G, gigi...... co, colo, su......"

"This is our dialogue."

Mass, who simply stumbles on instant death and cannot conceal serious damage, takes a step in fluttering footsteps.

Against me, it's still the 'Demon King of Light (Overlimit)' recoil that turns my right arm into petrified gray and completely useless. I'm not even in the mood a little bit because of the magic I've consumed.

But one left arm will suffice. The right arm unleashed Darkness with one arm on the premise of sacrificing. If Todome can't stab him, if he still has his left arm, he can handle it - but

"Guh!?

A sudden headache strikes me.

Stunning enough to distort your vision. Bend your standing feet and kneel down to the ground again.

"hey... this, dammit, my head, cracks..."

In an intense headache, I noticed the feeling of blood passing down my cheeks.

Oh, well, the piercing hand Mass unleashed at the counter was on my forehead. If you touch it, the wound itself is shallow. It has not reached the skull, it is a scar like just slit the skin.

But that blow, it's not just a highly powerful martial art. Perhaps it is not only the pure destructive power that was put into that fingertip, but also the psycho-magical effect. Instead, a Mass using 'Charm' might be more of a mental effect's destiny as a move.

Bad. Even though the wound is shallow, I got a psycho-magical move on my head. I don't know what effect this is, but this accelerating headache is definitely having a dangerous effect on me.

"Guuuuu, kuuu..." The Demon King of Love (Overecstasy) "Huh!

At the same time as activation, I felt the pain relieved.

The pain of falling even now and the swinging vision returns.

But it's far from full speed. Already, probably because I've been affected by some of it. "Demon King of Love (Overecstasy)" is only a preventative effect, not a healing power.

Damn, when this battle is over, I'm not kidding if I become an abandoned man who won't even know who I am.

"But hey, even if it does... Mass, you're here, I'll put a stop to it!

With temper and guts, I rise again.

Though it got somewhat better, it doesn't change that it's a terrible headache. If you give in to the pain and lose your mind, that's all you're going to forget everything and let go of your consciousness.

So at least burn your willingness to kill against your resentful enemies and move on.

"Kolos, kolos...... kolosaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

It's like a zombie herself to have a terrible bloodstained figure, a mad scream and fluttering footsteps, a mass that strikes you with your hands sticking out. The Holy Apostle doesn't look good to me.

"Come on! I'll bust your ass up to heaven, where the white gods hang out."

One last force, this, fist!

I shake my left arm as I capture the impending mass in the shape of an ugly evil ghost in the middle of my dizzy, swinging vision,

"Shoot! Ramdain!"

The moment I felt someone scream, my body danced through the universe like it had lost all its senses... what, I was blown away...?

"Guha!?

I feel a blunt pain similar to a paralysis that falls off my back and runs all over my body on a cold, hard deck, without being able to take unmatched or passive. You're not kidding me about headaches plus general pain.

"Ugh... guh..."

At the earliest, all you can leak from your throat is a squeezing groan.

Still, I'll raise my head and see what happens.

"Stop, Mass! If you move any more, you're really gonna die!

Beyond his blurry vision, he shows a long-haired blonde boy trying to hold a bloody mass and suppress it. Is he... another apostle, Mariabelle?

When I first saw it, it looked like I was wearing a good quality coat, but now it's almost burnt down and just half naked wrapped around a black burnt bollocks. White skin is just as coal-fired as a coat of law, and painful burn marks can be seen everywhere.

Apparently, Lily and the others did this to me. Damn it.

Through the sensation in my left eye, I know Lily is safe. Mariabelle probably fled back to this point knowing she was unfavourable.

But it was a bad thing.

I was going to stay strong enough to give Todome to the Corpse Mass, but the other apostle, who seems to be worn out but still leaves some leeway, is back. Can we knock that Mariabelle out... before then, I even became suspicious of taking this place off alive.

No, don't give up. If we don't at least stop him from breathing, I...

"Go, Ramdain! With the last force you have left, keep him away!

Kyoaaaaaaaaaa!!

A giant purple bird comes at me and rushes in fast, along with a shitty squeal that aggravates my headache.

I'm in enough condition to finally get up, and I can't possibly avoid that.

"Guh!"

A giant sharp couch was avoided piercing my body, but instead it gets pinched with gassilli. If this was the mouth of a fang-growing warcraft, it was fatal at this point, but it was helped by a bird couch.

But it is a great eagle of purple, a giant bird like Garuda. Cuttlefish's closing power is fierce, and he's eating in so critical that he's going to turn my body into two straight like a scissor like this.

"Come on, asshole bird... let go, fuck you..."

Ramdain, my body is pulled away from Gungun and Mass because of this great eagle that was called, namely, the Sky Mothership Peaceful Heart.

He's flying straight across the horizon, holding me in his cuckoo. Within me, the Mass Sky Mothership and the desert ship Greater Atlas III, which came aboard, are quickly becoming smaller.

The blue sky as far as I can see and the vast sea of sand stretch beneath my eyes.

No, this can't be helped anymore. Speaking of strong and fortunate points, can't you feel the power to just kill me off in this Ramdain?

If you look closely, his feathers are also worn out, and the intimidation commensurate with his gigantic body has been lost.

Sure, Saliel told me it was a powerful summoner called the Spiritual Beast, but Ramdain was also pushed to the limit of maintaining his existence in another battle with the Lillies.

So instead of killing me, I was ordered to stay away.

I'm sure Mariabelle mistakenly recognized that she still had the power to fight, looking at me with no noticeable scratches on the outside. He felt quite cornered, too. Same goes for Ramdain, my partner's spiritual beast.

Avoiding head-on battles may be a natural choice.

For him, he'd let go of his chance to kill the enemy who took Saliel from me... but that's the same thing with me.

Pieceful hearts of flying ancient weapons are alive and well. If you keep flying, they can easily escape. Even Lily would be impossible to chase. It seems that Mariabelle's return there was so worn out that Lily and the others had nothing more to offer him than to get away.

"This time it's about pain sharing, damn it"

I let Mass get away.

In addition, another apostle named Mariabelle had a chance to finally kill him, but he also shook it on the stick.

Those two will heal the wounds and come after us again. I can't help but regret letting the troublesome ones get away... but now I can't afford to be sorry.

"How long are we going to keep people together... this one's going to die of a cracking headache"

I still can't pull the pain I got from the Mass counter. It's time for my body to be at its limit, hit by fierce weakness.

If you lose your mind here, you could be stabbed in the todome by a dying Ramdain for all your chances.

So only he has to be erased within the present.

"Come on, get the fuck down - Pyle Banker!!

Punch an angry fist into the brain of the spiritual beast Ramdain like a half-eight punch with the magic of a minute you couldn't beat into Mass.

Kyoaaaaaaaaaa......

A powerless couch throws my body out, while sprinkling bees and purple electricity, Ramdain's body turns into a fierce spark and scratches it out into the sky.

I stare at such a spiritual beast disappearing, caught in the shadow of gravity, and begin to fall free.

How am I supposed to land this... even though I feel like my life is in danger, my energy finally reaches its limit.

I don't care what happens anymore.

Forget everything.

My consciousness was drank by the darkness, surrounded by such impatience.