Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

The swamps of the curse were bubbling, as if something were at best fitting.

"Born under my blood, my son. Do your duty... '

"Please, let me pray...

Please, just let me pray... "

in a prison of black crawling grass.

The captive Cruz Salina was repeating words like spells, trying to turn her ears away from words that sounded cancer in her head.

Cruz Salina, who had been severely worn out even just because she became dependent on her father, but then continued to suffer from pain without being able to sleep properly, had already obscured the borders of paranoia and reality, and assumed that the kingdoms of the ants living in this room were under invasion by flaming beetles, but still continued to hold the thought that they should not be flushed by the words calling to themselves.

Since that day of battle when the forest was taken away, even after being imprisoned in this prison, the voice of his fathers continued to whisper to Cruz Salina. I didn't even ask, but I don't want to thank you.

But Cruz Salina didn't try to answer the call. I didn't want to admit Cruz Salina herself to being suspicious of her father, etc., but the result of entrusting everything to her is the current breakdown.

It's not necessarily a success story. … even if the cause was the elves' lack of cooperation and strength. Even if the great fathers are not responsible. I was beginning to think that if things were to get worse as a result of following the proclamation, it should not be said.

So Cruz Salina was just praying. Please keep your mind still and show me a solution that fits everything together instead of driving you to a battle where you have no winning eyes.

That's how I had managed to do it, but my voice calling on Cruz Salina was rapidly intensifying.

"Please, just let me pray..."

"Cruz, I'm Salina... because I didn't fight..."

"... Huh?

At a moment when he thought the tone of the calling voice had changed, Cruz Salina's consciousness had left its body and ran through the bottom of the earth, visioning the distant lands.

It's not a forest, it's a plain zone, a city of humans by the river.

A fierce battle was taking place between an alien army besieging the city and a man fighting against it... a soldier of the Canis Empire...

Elves ride through the wolves beside the giants and the golem in a heavyweight battle...

Not really. It is only in the elves that their skin and hair are stained with darkness, and furthermore the women wear shameful armor.

It is the dark elf, the enemy of all the elves, the family of the evil fallen darkness.

Who is at the head of that battle?

- Riera......!?

Lieramirez.

Why? Why not? Those words swirled in Cruz Salina.

'... because you didn't fight...'

"Because I... didn't fight..."

Cruz Salina repeated her whispering voice.

- Riera! Riera!! How could you do this!?

That is a sin that must never be committed. Absolutely contraindicated.

There must be no. Impossible. What made her do that? No, I don't care about that.

We have to get her back. Even if that's not possible, we have to stop it.

Being such as a dark elf is a sin in itself, so before she sins any more.

"Riera... I have to stop you... I will, stop...!!

That moment.

Along with the floating feeling as if he had thrown himself into Naruto, the spirit of Cruz Salina, which was already on the verge of breaking, was invaded to the core.

"Ahhhhh!

Zeft and Stone Pillow, the two attack "Princess Rose of Grievance Prison" at the same time in a manner close to the blackmail.

"Qi Lian Demon Bullet (Fly Kugel):!"

As she waved a red demon sword like blood, seven roughly red and black demon bullets burst out of its trajectory, each flying as if they were willing, and attacking to besiege Zeft.

"Damn!

Beating and wielding the great sword, Zeft offset the magic bullet, jumped back and dodged, and one shot left a bloody wound on the chest of the armor. "By Sacred (Conception)" Armor received is resistant to Evil Attacks. The damage is still small.

Meanwhile, the stone pillow is fleshy on "Princess Rose of Grievance".

He set up a series of strikes (rushes) with a giant caged hand elephant of a dragon head.

"Ha!

Lightning strikes three times in a breath.

But "Princess Rose of Grievances" is slaughtered as if to crush the outpouring.

I'll take it. Getting caught. Getting around.

An attack of speed that would not be catchy to the constant man.

Seeing the evasion of the "Princess Rose of Grievances" optimized by the unusual, I am surprised that the stone pillow has some kind of seed.

- Read (...) mi (...) too soon. Are you sure they're reading your mind?

... the opponent is a mighty named monster. Is that possible too? Then traction and feints are pointless!

It's an instant judgment. The stone pillow slightly reduced the maneuver and made everything a special blow.

"No!

The stone pillow releases a positive fist thrust with weight and full force.

"Princess Rose of Grief" waves the Devil's Sword and bounces back. A red spark scattered between the deep red demon sword and the dragon cage hand. It was incredible power even though it was a small body.

"No!

But the stone pillow took another blow as it stepped in. "Princess Rose of Grief" slashes back to slip the Devil's Sword in her hand. Sparks scattered, and she took a step back. Strength is very low but no weight. If you have a meeting that compares weight, there is a minute in the stone pillow.

"No!!

One more blow.

Heavy as a bell sounds around. The girl's heel shredded the ground that was trampled upon.

"Eat it!

Zeft, who shook his sword up there, leaps over the head of a stone pillow.

I didn't think I could afford to avoid this.

But at that moment when Zeft waved down his sword, the figure of "Princess Rose of Grievance" scratches off.

"Transfer!?

"Guh!"

By the time I heard a scream from behind, the stone pillow was already turning back on its heels.

The magician (wizard) Krell of "Zero Jingxian" escapes here while holding down the blood-dropping wound.

He had a deep cleavage of his shoulder. I mean, he took a blow that would break him from shoulder to crotch, and it seemed unnaturally halted halfway through.

Cain, with his big shield, stood up to the "Princess Rose of Grievances" trying to add more pursuit than behind his back.

"Let it be!

He protrudes a shield big enough for his body to hide completely and thrust with momentum enough to crush it.

Look at that. "Princess Rose of Grievances" builds a stash like a deep breath, standing like a bow or a squeeze of a deep red demon sword.

Cain bumps into each other, that moment.

I shook my zun and my big shield, and the cutting-edge of the Devil's Sword was sticking out on the back of my shield.

"Do-yep!?

Cain falls behind surprises.

The shield held by the shield hand (tank) is made sturdy anyway at the expense of various things such as weight and price.

It must be the right delicacy if it is to be the equipment of a sixth class adventurer, and it shouldn't even scratch so easily.

That said, when Cain retreated, the Devil's Sword fell out of his shield in a manner that could not be pierced or slashed off like this by the boulder.

"Dangerously, he was dying a little later"

"Do you even smash out a magic shield if it's a full-fledged attack? Be careful."

Cain and "Princess Rose of Grievances" stare at each other carefully shielded.

"" Grace: Great Healing (High Healing):! "

Albina hung a healing magic on Crail, who had fled to roll.

"Damn......"

"Are you all right!

"It's critical, waffle...... I used the talisman at the critical. That sword is not physical damage. Magic."

Krall glows his glasses and picks up the gold plate that raises the blackhead black smoke.

An absolute defensive item that blocks all magic, a talisman.

The moment he was slashed, he grasped the nature of the attack and defended it by optimal means, so this Dade man must have been a first-rate adventurer with the guts to soften his appearance.

"I knew it... but you're strong"

"Oh, but if we take this guy down..."

Zeft was eating up his back teeth to bitterness.

"Chelsea... will be freed!

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- Give me a status report.

Confronting the special combatants, René inquired Alastair by way of rhetoric.

The undead, whom Rene makes and controls, have a one-way spiritual connection from Rene and move according to Rene's will.

In its application, it was also possible to convey a few words and share the information Rene had.

'Everywhere, no problem. All countermeasures against enemy operations are working effectively.'

Alastair's voice echoes in Rene's head.

This is not Rene's ability, but the result of Rich waiting over there connecting Rene and Alastair with the magic of "Talking (Telepathy)".

Prior to the start of the battle, enemy formations were almost grasp and enemy operations were almost predictable.

And I had countermeasures for each of them, but so far that was all haunting.

"Is reinforcement stopped?

'It will be difficult for enemy reinforcements to reach you. Princess Pe (...) P (...) T (...) is outraged'

Black smoke like wolf smoke was rising from the south side.

The giant and flamethrowing of that dog (...) only glows when it targets a larger group than a few elites. Hence Rene was making the ride act differently.

"If there seems to be some leeway, can you send me a special combatant ready for the arrival of the southern reinforcements?

He's fighting an enemy ace-like party, but he's pretty tough. I'm waiting for him to get tired. "

'Yes, I did, as such...'

"I'm sorry, Princess, I'm in urgent contact!

While I was exchanging information with Alastair at the speed of my thoughts, a call mark (Kohler) that was handcuffed to my thigh burned blue and white and shouted in Evelice's voice.

The special combatants who overheard their voices were also surprised at what was going on.

"Looks like the Blue Army that was deploying on the forest side has been typing in the holy rotation ceremony of the ground vein, and I wish that was all, but something is now observing an abnormal energy reaction in the ground vein because of it..."

"... what's that?

René felt an unusual fluctuation of power looming from the south.

Faster. Faster than running. Faster than flying, something crawls down the ground.

No, I'm not crawling through the ground, it was going through the ground.

A bewildered voice, on either side of the enemy, comes at first far, gradually close, like a wave.

The ground was cracked.

Thin, long, almost linear ground cracks come faster than horses.

Something is breaking the ground, while traveling through the ground spraying light out of the cracked area.

"Glowing mole......? Of course not."

Rene, who was developing his' emotional perception 'abilities for the battle, closed his eyes reading his mind aggressively, feeling that he had touched something limp, inorganic and horrible.

- What is this...!

I remember.

The feeling of things that have dwelled God's will.

The impending crack of light stopped near Rene, blasting up light like a geyser.

Or the ground was exploding.

"Wow!?

Several people get caught up and blow every ground.

And there was something in the rising pillar of light.

Simple piercing clothes in the shape of light. Originally even decorations by goldsmiths and treasure balls are brilliantly top-heavy whites, like polygons before the texture is applied.

It looked like a person, but it wasn't.

Cruz Salina, whose expression of anger was fixed like a noble face, was dancing in the light, holding René more than the universe.