Kuro no Maou

"I'll get in your way."

"KIYYYYYYYYY!!

We boarded dignified from the main entrance, and we ran into a thrasher who dived the door and attacked us with an odd noise from overhead.

The way it appears like an instant death trap is quite a threat, but I wonder if Koitsu has been waiting for customers to visit him from the front door for a long time, and I don't feel sorry for him either.

"Shotgun, not 'Demon Bullet (Barrett Arts)'"

As information suggests, I intercept a slasher like Kamakiri, whose arms are turned into a sharp blade, attacking me upside down from the ceiling with an already loaded bullet.

There is no reason to avoid small-grain bullet-shaped surface attacks on slashers that only have a degree of manoeuvrability that is somewhat superior to speed. The blade was not so different from a regular zombie in the flesh, even with its steel-like strength, and the slasher, which received large quantities of bullets from the front, blew apart as it pulled a thousand pieces.

"Zombies aren't very tasty, but eat patiently and" Princess White Night Fork (Anastasia) ""

Speaking of which, thrashers flock in multiple bodies, I thought, the shadow of the pillar, then two of the guys who were pulling on the wall, were starting to move at the same time as the surprise attack from the ceiling - but the swirl of fog emitted by Ursula, no, shaped like an arm, completely contained the two thrashers.

"Ngigigi...... Giyee......"

Without a few seconds, the two bodies soar with bitter groans, gently dripping away rapidly, and soon afterwards they become merely white bone corpses, leaving no skin or meat, falling apart into pieces on the floor.

"A level of 'absorption (drain)' to bone in such a flash, that's horrible"

"It's no big deal. If you're as strong as Krono-sama, you can stand it normally."

Can you stand it? Hey, you don't feel like trying.

But it's really horrible magic. There were guys like evil spirits who sucked away the chibi and magic, but they weren't absorbed enough to be bones instantly.

Ursula's "White Night Fork Princess (Anastasia)" has different digits in its output and absorption speed. Simply wiggling that foggy arm would also make it easier to dismiss that attacking magic. At least, I don't go through with demon bullets.

That, maybe me, if I fought Ursula, wouldn't I lose...??

"Let's go around the hall first and clean up the guys in the way. Fishing for supplies."

Copy that.

Slasher, who had ambushed early in his admission, apparently stopped with these three bodies. The chandelier's hanging entrance rolls with the dirty body of the slasher I shot to death and the white bone body Ursula cleaned up nicely.

The entrance has a ceiling blown out to the third floor, with a large staircase leading directly up, a long corridor to the left and right, and a door visible behind it. I knew it from the exterior, but it's quite a large splendid mansion.

If it's a fine western hall to this point, it's not strange to have one or two gimmicks that cheat stone statues or wear medals. I'm getting a little excited not to tell Ursula.

"Wow, wow!"

In the meantime, trying to go around in turn from the ground floor, for a moment into the hallway on the right, several zombies shouted and attacked me.

"Hmm, you're in the hall, you look like a lot of bad guys."

I don't like tattooed butlers.

What bothered me was that the zombies were all aligned and had a similar look to the gang that I've been counting on during this time. At the very least, it is an outpost that does not look like a deacon or servant serving in this Western Hall.

The majority of the zombies springing up on this first tier look like ordinary citizens wrapped in clothing not so different from modern times. However, military installations that seem to be fortifications, gendarmerie stations, etc., are famous for having zombies with weapons in their armor helmets, while buildings like the temple always have zombies with coats of law.

I mean, there's a wack of a type of zombie depending on the location.

Then there should be a servant zombie or an ordinary zombie who happens to be misplaced from the outside in this western hall where noble or rich people seem to live.

But the zombies and runners who appear from earlier, and finally, the slashers who pop out of the shadows, are all those with a look that, if you look closely, cannot be said to be robust. Many guys have blades, such as knives and daggers, and carved temperamental tattoos... was it just this hall, Yakuza's office?

"Dear Chrono,"

"Hmm, what's up?

Ursula calls out when she's already shooting both Yakuza zombies who don't know how many they're going to see. Finally, have you discovered even a stone statue that looks like a trick?

"In a room where you have things you want, you want to take down zombies so you don't get dirty as much as possible"

At the end of Ursula's gaze, which I say very unfortunately, was a flashly designed vanity (dresser) that led to the corpse of a zombie whose brain weather could play with a headshot.

Is this also brand new when lipped, or is it decorated in a beautiful white area with just a little dust on it and no scratches, with real, shiny gold? It's one of those dishes that your wife or lady seems to use, but I see, from Ursula, the girl, this kind of thing can be an admirer.

Such a nice vanity is the level of dirt I don't want to use even after a little cleaning because of the bullet I unleashed, which puts the rotten brain and flesh of a yakuza zombie all over me.

"Ugh, you're right...... sman"

"Yeah, fine, I said selfish. I'm sorry."

"No, not enough consideration for me. Next time, try disabling both zombies without contaminating them. I'll take care of it."

Ursula, if you just let me go, don't think of me as a man who just humps his sword. There's more magic I can use.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

"Is this a runner?"

Just fine, let's go stigmatize him back.

When I left the bedroom and thought room of the woman with the vanity, there was a runner running in from across the hallway with all his strength. On a thin dirty vest, he wears a worn trouser and holds a knife in his hand.

Some zombies occasionally attack with weapons in their hands. Most importantly, I'm less than amateur fat muscle that just wields at my disposal, so I don't deserve to be wary, but even this is a threat enough for the kids. Most of all, to call Ursula just a child has a slightly substandard magical power.

"Look at you, Ursula. I'll get him alive. -" Anchor. ""

What I released from hand was a single black wire.

If the black magic can be consolidated to form a bullet, it is also possible to take other forms. Most of all, things like precision equipment are impossible because I don't understand the structure myself, but simple shapes like bullets can reproduce anything for the price. Is the feeling of using magic as a substance to create something like rubbing tear-free clay?

So this time, it was the hard wire that created it. The image of making multiple thin strings with the same strength as making them into bullets, binding them and knitting them together. As a result, the black monochromatic wire, named "Anchor," boasts a steel-like strength.

What makes him different from Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) is that he is connected from my body, or from the shadows, so he can operate the anchor itself directly. In other words, like cowboys in western plays, it is possible to capture opponents with magnificent wires, even without the experience of throwing ropes in particular.

With the same precise maneuverability that stretches his arm intact, he entwines the bastard of a yakuza runner who walks all the way in.

"Uggyyyyy!"

A runner quickly wraps a glue and anchor around his torso and both legs, falling from his face to the floor with the momentum rushed in. But it has nothing to do with zombies, such as the pain in the face. Though he can't move, he also keeps rumbling without making a scream and the anchor eating into his body.

This should still have steel strength, so no matter how rampant the zombie degree running is, it won't cut a thousand... it's demonic to be rolled over in a less potato worm state.

"Should I strangle you a little more?"

Critically, while manipulating the anchor to squeeze, I let it crawl all over my body to take away more body freedom - BUZZZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYY!!

Spraying blood splash. Splashing flesh pieces and organs. Thousands of severed limbs. And a raw neck rolling corny at your feet.

A runner tied up with an anchor suddenly exploded, pulling a thousand times into a snag with the kind of momentum I thought. Too suddenly, for a moment, I didn't know what had happened to me.

"Dear Chrono,"

"Uh, no, this is, you know, kind of misapplied force"

"Next time, I'll clean up the zombies."

"I'm sorry."

A sincere apology for lowering her head at right angles to the younger girl.

It is not an excuse, it is true that the anchor is too powerful to tighten and smash the brittle flesh of the zombie than I really thought, but this zama after promising to disable the zombie beautifully in the first place. At times like this, I honestly don't know how to do anything but apologize.

"In the meantime, I'll leave all the zombie moves to Ursula."

"Yeah, that's the most efficient way to clean it"

For some reason Ursula seemed in a bit of a good mood and smiled at me when I was supposed to be relied on as a guardian to expose such a stupidity.

"In the meantime, I'll leave all the zombie moves to Ursula."

"Yeah, that's the most efficient way to clean it"

With an obviously depressed complexion, Krono walks out the lead, letting Ursula shelter herself on its back, even as she drops her gasp and shoulders.

That, staring at his slightly pitiful back, Ursula couldn't help but distort his muzzle and mouth.

"Kufu......"

I've never seen him like that before.

By the time Chrono faked his name and lived as a pioneering village priest, he was not seen like this.

Bent over, it seemed to basically suppress things like giving out genuine or raw emotions because of the strong awareness in Chrono that he was acting falsely about his identity.

But not now.

Chrono, who lost his memory, revealed everything about himself. A tragic past that has been subjected to inhumane human experiments by a secret society of the Cross, making it a 'Gentile' summoned from another world called Nihon.

Chrono, with his superhuman flesh and powerful black magic powers, kept the hearts and minds of gentle good youth - he really hasn't been able to hide things like having just become a free person during this time and not yet accustomed to another world.

All of that was fresh. Chrono has no secrets to hide from us right now, no friends, no women we don't know... no extra clues. All the memories that Chrono had ever walked in different worlds were reset and Ursula got an unwanted opportunity to hang out with Chrono from scratch.

I can't help laughing. I can't help but vote for him one by one. Chrono is now dealing with himself with his unwrapped heart.

Back then, I was just a kid. But not now. You deserve to stand next to him, you have power, and most importantly, you have a position. Because for Chrono today, I'm the 'first woman'.

I just think so, my body gets hot.

"You've got more noisy guys upstairs. This could be more than a slasher or a hammer. Let's be careful."

He has a more resilient body than a zombie on the ground floor, knocks down a more fully-armed zombie like a flow job, and Chrono says that.

Ursula squeezed her expression tight and instantly made a face like she was seriously in a battle.

"Yeah. I'm on guard behind you, I'll take care of it"

"Oh, please"

I'm unhappy with this casual exchange.

Even though he said he had popped the Alsace Fortress on his chest with anticipation and anxiety, then flowed to such an endless land that he was in such a desperate situation that he was nowhere near looking for Chrono at the earliest possible time. I never dreamed that there would be more than one situation where we would be reunited safely.

Guilt is not without it.

Chrono and I would have had something I wanted to protect from the heart. I also know that there is a woman (Sariel) who has sworn her love. Maybe he already had a kid.

It would suck as a person to lie without even telling me about Sariel and to make this situation better while making me forget all about it. Not an attitude to be a very respectable benefactor.

But if you love me, it's not the story.

"The Everarms choose no means for love and war."

Ursula turns twelve and already knows something called the cruelty of reality, to the point of saying no. I don't have a sweet way of living that I can just kick it in front of the impossible miracle of a thousand encounters I've rolled into, no, once in my life, and stuff called 'Step-off as a person', etc.

Because the woman who thinks she can pull herself away for him is blessed enough to live even then.

"Master Krono may resent you"

One day, when some clap brings back Chrono's memory. You'll soon find out you lied. You'll be able to see through that your actions since reuniting were all just to tie him to himself with a mouthful.

I love you, for my own desire in the name, kept away all his precious things.

Gentle Chrono, that's why I'm sure he'll be angry.

"Then, kill me."

A dream world where you can monopolize all of Chrono, the first of Chrono, is but a false paradise on the other side of oblivion.

But even if it's such a dream full of debacle - if you can love him, if he loves you, I want to be drowning without saving anything.

"Ursula, apparently this is the boss room"

Whilst whispering, to the voice of Krono, who calls sharply, Ursula regains her ability to think with rapid cooling through her wandering brain, giving a serious response.

"You know what I mean?

"Yeah, it feels like Slasher and the rest of them are obviously ambushing. In the middle of the room, there are also signs of magic there. Not as good as Gigas, but I'm pretty sure the top species of zombies are sitting around."

The third floor of the Western Hall, which runs on the top floor. In front of a large, tightly closed door, Chrono affirms.

Ursula can be felt with signs that are somewhat endemic to the undead, but could not have guessed in as much detail as Chrono.

"I knew Master Chrono was amazing at being able to detect even the slasher he was ambushing."

"If you just accidentally eat it, you'll remember it as a boulder"

How many adventurers have as much of a sixth sense as they can remember with that. It is roughly surmised to what extent the average adventurer is capable of Ursula, who has gone through a somewhat adventurous life.

On top of that, Chrono's strength to see again.

Even if you forget your memory, forget how to use black magic, and lose all your combat experience since you crossed into Pandora, you still can't see shade in its power. With a little more magic practice, Chrono will soon catch up to the powers of the time of the Battle of Gratney Oct.

No, from that point on, it shouldn't feel like Chrono's power is even greater than it was back then when Ursula knew. Even after I got back to Sparda, I can't imagine how many fights I'd piled up... and I didn't even want to think about Chrono that I didn't know about.

"Now is my special hit"

"Okay, you got special moves or something?"

"If you're an adventurer, you need one of your special moves."

"I see, for sure."

You have something to think about, a smudging chrono. Just the sound of that 'Special Attack' makes my chest cum again at the chrono appearance that gives exciting signs like a boy... no, don't laugh yet, if I get a nigga here, I'll be suspicious!

Keeping her heart strong, Ursula pierces her cool look.

"But I don't know what it is, so I'm going in. I'm sorry, but we're gonna get dirty in this room."

All right, I'll cover for you.

"Please, it's possible that someone like Gigas will pop up all of a sudden."

After all, I can feel the concern from Chrono that I don't want Ursula, the younger girl, to stand forward.

If it was back in Pioneering Village, I might have been willing to fight more, but now I can honestly receive Chrono's care.

I know how he feels about trying to protect Ursula. I finally figured it out because I had the experience of protecting someone myself.

"Well, let's go"

As such, Chrono dares to kick and break into the door flat without a hint of hesitation or tension.

Slashers flying off all sides are slapped off with demon bullets, kicking hammers swinging big axes and grinding big zombies wrapped around the creepy aura in the center into dust with one fist.

As always, a fancy big stand around like a mad warrior. Blood splashes scattered, the battle of Chrono creating a sea of blood on one side. But if you think you're the one protected by that back, you looked as noble as a saint.

"Phew... no big deal, good"

Chrono smiles as he knocks down all the zombies that were ambushing him in the hall and looks back towards Ursula. My lower abdomen gets hot at that look with a slightly more unusual look than I know.

"Ugh."

Hey, I'm ashamed of myself for replying with a sloppy smile.

But Ursula knows who this unbearably hot urge is. You can't stay a child forever.

"I'm sorry, Master Chrono... I don't know how long I can stand it"

Chrono couldn't have noticed what Ursula's wet hot gaze meant.