Skeleton Knight, in Another World

When I realized it, it was like I didn't know why I was here.

It was a forest area covered with green grass leaves on one side.

Is the day still high, about past noon in time - - the wind spraying green branches strokes, tree spirits in my ears as the noise of the trees pours down on me sitting on a rock.

The breeze that blows mixes green blue odor with damp earthy incense to reach the nostrils. And the wind rushes up to the sky shaking the branches of the forest trees that surround it.

Unexpectedly rise from a rock sitting on your back and let your gaze slide into the unfamiliar scenery around it.

─ ─ Why was I sitting here alone?

I finally realized my outfit, trying to remember my last minute memory.

A pitch-black coat covering his whole body like dyed in a dark monochrome, with a creepy sculpted armor on both hands.

And what was held in its hand was a large, long cane with an elephant of a disastrous design.

It would look like a typical magician if you looked at its full body gear from the side.

While questioning his appearance, his body begins to move against his will.

When a black flame dwelt at the end of the scepter he had set himself up, and a mass of that flame was ejected untouched, he hit a tree in the forest that was nearby and instantly burned the tree up.

The black flame rolled back violently, and eventually the burnt-out tree lay its carburized body and smashed it to pieces, and the wind grabbed its black coal and scattered it into the surrounding woods.

Black flame, satisfied with its power, once again casts a large wand in his hand into heaven.

Once he sacrificed the trees of the surrounding woods to fully exercise his magical power, the black flame, he began wandering through the woods after the spot that eventually became empty.

Everywhere and elsewhere I was blocked from my sight by the lush weeds and tree branches, and all I could see in my eyes was an unchanging view - but then I went silently through the woods without a path, and eventually I could find a simple path that only solidified a single piece of earth.

The trees of the woods are cut open, giving you a distant view of the road.

Then from the tip of the cane that was raised again, this time when a black sphere-shaped thing is produced, it swells at once and drinks its own body.

That was just a flash of events, when the black sphere shrunk again and disappeared, there was a slight change in the scenery in front of me.

And I looked back and found out what that meant.

The place that came out of the woods earlier existed dozens of meters behind me. Traces of shrubs and weeds trampled upon as they exited the area can be clearly seen from this position.

Apparently, the earlier magic is metamagic.

Satisfied with its means of travel, we now follow a single path that runs through the woods using metamagic in slightly lighter footsteps.

Eventually the trees were cut off and we went out to a place where the scenery opened up around us.

In front of us is an open hilly area, and the road that runs like a serpent through it continues ahead in a way that joins the path that was stretching from the forest.

Looking up into the sky, there was the sun in a position slightly past Jomtien.

When you exit from the path of the forest to the path that stretches to sew the hills, you follow the path from there, using metamorphotic magic to go down the road.

Eventually I saw a luxurious boxcarriage parked by the side of the road at the end of the road.

However, it was not a continuation of the idle landscape that was visible in the surrounding area, but there was an atmosphere so pressing that it could be seen at a glance.

The parked boxcarriage was stabbed with a number of arrows, and those sitting on your podium were no exception. I can see that not one of the four horses standing up has been injured by an arrow, or that he is draping his neck as hard as he can while connected to the carriage.

And more importantly, there were several men around that carriage who attacked with swords and shields.

The men, on the other hand, wore matching light armor and straddled their horses, can tell that the swords and shields they have are carriage escorts from the way they are fighting the carriage behind their backs with unified gear.

The other group, on the other hand, is those who are attacking their escorts in such a way that the weapons and equipment they possess are scattered and not uniform, and their thin and dirty wind can only be seen as bandits and bandits, no matter what.

That group of bandits was more than double the number of carriage escorts, and with that number of forces they were trying to strike the carriage while pushing the escorts in.

Things have already come to a point where there is no respite for a moment, and the escorts fall to the ground in the hands of one or another and the bandits.

If we just keep watching how it goes here, the carriage will fall into the hands of the bandits in minutes of things.

Standing away from the carriage, he sets up a disastrous wand in his hand, and a black sphere is created from the tip of that wand to cover his body.

At the next moment we were approaching a position about a hundred meters behind the scene of the carriage raid, but the bandits attacking the carriage, of course, didn't seem to have noticed the escorts on this side yet.

And when he set up his staff again, and burned up the black flame from the tip of his staff, he unleashed several of its flaming lumps against the bandits.

The black mass of flames landed on the bandits without passing aim, burning the flames and turning them into fire grinding, transforming their knowledge into unspeakable charcoal and bone skeletons.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!

The scene is confused and wolfish as a group of bloody bandits suddenly scream in flames at their neighbors.

The soldiers of the escort don't know what happened for a moment either, and they just stare at the bandits flaming one after the other.

And one bandit saw him this way, pointing his finger at him and shouting.

"That's him! Ah!! There's a magician out there. Ooh!!!

Some of the bandits looked back at the voice, and the momentum hit them with weapons.

But almost all of them will be exposed to their bones by sending black ash down on the ground under their own fire attack before approaching us.

In doing so, the remaining bandits also burn, while proceeding to walk to the carriage in front of them, which is the site of the raid.

The look of people burning in front of them is a tragic sight that is hard to exhaust to the brush tongue, but showed no fine dust agitation or pity in the matter.

"Your head! That guy is so nasty!! You better run!!

One of the bandits called out to yell at the man in the big outfit who was nearby, and when he confirmed this one by the side, he ran away with his back on the loose.

When he lit a black flame at the end of his cane, he set fire to the escaped man.

The man falls wrapped in flames from his back, leaving a black charcoal trail on the ground as it is to become a bone.

"Damn!! What the hell, Temeye!!

The big man, who was called your head, threw the weapon in his hand toward this side and raised a frustrating voice that conceived his anger.

Its thrown weapon flies straight in this direction and stands on the rear ground with the hood of the dark coat on it.

The hood of the coat falls on his shoulder and his face is exposed to people's eyes.

Then a moment was spared, and he was enveloped in the breathtaking air of those around him.

And as soon as this one moved slightly, they started acting like they were bounced. The bandits began to flee to scatter the spider child with screams, and those who were escorting the carriage hung the decree simultaneously and hung it from horseback to horseback and unleashed arrows.

Sometimes the distance was clogged, and some arrows released in a straight line stood against the body - but the arrows that hit the dark coat lost power without breaking through it and fell to the ground to make a dry sound.

"Why?

In spite of helping those who had been attacked and in distress, everyone glanced back slightly in dismay when they spoke to the escorts for too much work.

"You guys go first with the carriage!! You two are his stoops with me!!

Two nearby escorts pull out their swords in response to the captainship of the escort and the orders of the fighter. After that, the other escorts take the horse off the carriage and jump to your seat.

As this one took a step forward in the way it looked, the captain on the horse raised his loud voice and raised his sword.

"I won't let you come any closer!! You guys pinch from left to right!!

To say so or no. As the captain of the escort struck his heel into the belly of the horse, the horse lifted his front leg and scratched the universe and immediately began to rush this way.

Two people who were next to each other trying to arc to respond to it, approaching from left to right.

When I was distracted by the motion and did my eyes, the sword flash of the captain of the escort was imminent. Transfer magic everywhere, but now the attack of the two escorts running in from left to right hits me on the back.

When I attacked it one person and paid it off with a cane that had another sword's sword's twist and turned back, the captain of the escort flew off the horse and struck down the sword to poke that gap.

A dry metal noise sounds and the captain's sword and wand mesh as they scatter sparks.

"You monstrous magic monster!!

The captain of the escort puts a blue muscle on his forehead as he steps in to push the tip of the sword against his body, staring at him and vomiting his words.

The staring eyes of the captain of the escort who caged his strength approached him, and he saw himself in the eyes of his opponent.

What was reflected there was the skull of a man with no hair, no skin, not even a piece of meat, and behind that empty orbit a red ray lit up as if it were a human soul giving off a stinking, suspicious glow.

Surprised at the way he looks, he plays the captain of the escort in front of him with his cane and gently touches his face with his empty own hands.

The touch of slightly trembling fingertips did not have a soft, warm feeling on the skin, but just glanced through some of the cold, firm bones.

"Return to the earth, undead!!"

But this one looked at the surprisingly stunned gap and decided it was a good opportunity, or the captain of the escort waves his sword again to challenge him.

"... out of the way"

Feeling annoyed by it, he showered the black flame lighted at the end of the cane to the captain of his escort, and the man raised the pillars of fire, and burned up, and wandered around on the spot to become a mass of charcoal, and finished.

"Ah you!! How dare you!!!

"Captain's Enemy (Kaki) No, no!!!

Even though the other two, dramatically exalted by the appearance, stare and slash at each other with the eyes of hatred, they cast a black flame on it with a single piece of paper, just as they had done earlier.

It didn't take long for the two escorts to turn into unspeakable wrecks, and the area was only slightly the sound of residual fire scorching the ground.

Likewise, I look around with no emotion, and realize that the carriage I had parked earlier was not on the spot.

Turning his gaze toward the end of the road stretching into the hills, he saw the rear of a carriage running away at the end of a far away road.

But that, too, soon becomes invisible the rear of the carriage plugged down the hill.

After a blurry look at it, he glances down at the wand in his hand, overflowing with deep sighs.

And when I realized it again, I was coming back to the place where the road that first came out of the woods intersected the street-like road.

Watch as the sun leans near the horizon and begins to prepare for the night as the sky stains with a sea color, sitting blurry on a nearby rock.

It wasn't long before I realized that I finally understood who I was and what I was going to do - because I was thinking about it - that there were some lights on the horizon at the end of the hill, and that it was heading straight this way.

When I realized it, in the form of a face to face with myself, the cavalry, which was about a hundred horsemen, was lined up with spears flashing in the cedar with sunset lights back.

The cavalry's wrapped gear seems to be a bit finer than the soldiers' items that were attached to the carriage escort until earlier, and the cloak is swept in the wind by the strong chest armor.

Originally a white cloak, I suppose, but coloured by the colour of the sunset, it was a sight reminiscent of the red cloak of the Roman soldier.

And as the man dressed in luxurious armor in it advances forward from horse to horse, he waves down in momentum his raised hand toward heaven.

As the cavalry began to run with their spears in front of them simultaneously to signal it, they rushed straight towards this side, sounding the ground around them.

I cast a black flame on the group unmanipulatively, but I cast stone rubble on the pushing waves, but I could not retain the momentum, and I stayed behind to turn a few rides into a wreck for every horse.

Lost a place to transfer to the waves of a group of cavalry swept across his sight, and the spear that pushed him approached his body.

Even as he tried to pay for some of it, the spear thrust rolled out of the horse's momentum relentlessly choosed the other body and caused it to lift its stiffness to the bone's body.

A wave of cavalry rushes behind him and hands on several spears stabbed at his body as he senses signs of turning around on his back.

It is a sight that would be fatal if it were the original flesh, but the pain felt by the body is not so much. Pulling those spears unconstitutionally through and throwing the spears they had again at a group of cavalry members who had taken their path this way, one cavalry was shot through by it and sewn to the ground.

However, the cavalry group is not frightened by the way it is, and the spear comes forward.

"Depressing......!

A low voice leaked from his mouth and struck the ground with a stone bump of a disastrous wand in his hand.

Then the shadow at his feet spread in a circular fashion as it swelled, and its shadow jumped on the remains of cavalry and horses who had scattered their lives in earlier assaults.

When the shadow was possessed by the remains of the cavalry, the bone-only remains woke themselves up as if they were dolls manipulated by threads, picking up the spears that had fallen and running out in agile motion towards the cavalry, who was once one of them.

The cavalry's assault never stopped at the sight, but from the face of the soldier on the horse it was clearly seen that the agitation and fear weaved together.

─ ─ That's how hell began with the assault of the second cavalry.

A wreckage soldier who stabbed and pierced a former colleague with a spear in his hand. There a similarly dark shadow reaches out his tentacles earlier and becomes possessed by the soldier, whose newborn wreckage soldier leaps back to his former colleague with his weapon.

Holes were drilled in his belly and chest, and his face attacked him as he scattered blood and organs - screaming and crying everywhere, the sound of a sword trident and plucking his life, and hell was laid down in the landscape of a long idle hill.

Eventually the one with life was exhausted, where more than a hundred unwilling wreckage soldiers stood in a long shadow on a hill twilight like their own grave markers.

And the skeleton, reworn in the dark coat that was at its center, hits the ground with the stone of a disastrous wand in its hand and hoists in the sky.

Then, as if to respond to it, the soldiers of the dead gathered to follow him silently, and eventually began to walk like a funeral after him, who slowly proceeded along the path stretching out to the end of the hill.

When the sun sets on the edge of the horizon and the surroundings are covered in darkness, it scratches out into the darkness so that its funeral even swallows the footsteps it trails.

So my consciousness interrupted as it was sumptuous, and I saw nothing.