The World of Masks

Chloe looks at Jack standing at the center of the altar. Jack reappeared after the black mist, in a different atmosphere. It felt like it was not, but it felt like it was pressing heavily. All the symbols that were engraved on his body disappeared.

Chop-chop.

Jack sticks his finger at Chloe. With the Dark Knight's sword in hand, Chloe carefully walks over to Jack. I should have sworn allegiance from now on, but it was awkward since I just met him.

"Take out the Dark Knight's armor."

As Jack instructed, Chloe removed the armor from her bracelet. The silent, wretched armor falls to the ground with a loud sound.

"Put it on."

Without any objection, I started wearing armor on my body. Armor without heavy teeth, but with a high strength stat, the cloth was able to wear it without any difficulty. Put on all your armor and press down on your helmet. After faithfully fulfilling his orders, Chloe looks at Jack calmly. I asked the question in a quiet voice.

"May I ask what you're trying to do?"

Jack takes his hand to the head of Chloe. Jack's soft hand touches the helmet's hard surface.

"I don't need it anymore. I'll give you what I promised."

Whoo-hoo!

Black energy rises from Jack's hands. Like black smoke, or like a sticky tar, it leaves Jack's hand and is absorbed by Chloe.

"Ugh!"

A slight groan comes from Chloe. Kloe's body trembles, overwhelmed by a tide of intense power. Cloe's armor has gradually returned to its original state. After a while, the Dark Knight's armor emits even a shimmering glow as if it had been damaged.

Jack takes his hands off. Chloe staggers for a moment. However, I was able to tighten my feet and take center stage.

"Whew!"

I'm impressed. It's covered with a helmet, but Chloe's face is very clear. The dazed gaze represented that feeling. I felt strength in every corner of my body.

"How do you feel?"

"This is the best."

I didn't need to say anything else. I wanted to explode the power rushing through my body right away.

Unlike Jack, who had been attacked by the precursor dark knight who was about to take his body, he felt a very short sense of otherness and extreme satisfaction.

"Don't you want to try it now?"

"Of course."

Jack chuckles. You point your hand at the cave, which is the entrance to the altar.

"Go out and use it. I don't need Allies anymore, so I'm going to wipe them out, so you can check as much as you want."

Your permission falls. Chloe's face brightens.

I knew it!

I shouted into my heart. His feelings were not wrong. The situation is just like that, but it's only been a short time since we've been able to kill Humans.

Chloe takes off her helmet. Holding it in one hand, I grabbed Jack by the neck and kissed him directly. Jack didn't say no. The kiss of sucking and licking each other's mouths continued, not a soft kiss that only slightly kissed each other. The kiss lasts for a while, and Chloe stops speaking. A long silver bridge of saliva was formed between the two mouths and then snapped.

"Ha!"

Look at Jack with the red face. I couldn't say he was handsome no matter how good he looked at his hot beard and splattered head. But to Chloe, he seemed like a better man than anyone else.

"I'll be back."

Boom!

Once more kissed Chloe on the left side of Jack's lips, she jumps over the altar in excitement. The time has come to unleash the desires of those who did not burn properly. A young smile settles on her face, returning to her helmet.

* * *

Hans was originally an ordinary peasant in a kingdom. However, due to the environment in the north, which was smashed by a Demon King or a dog, it was hard to grasp the neck, so I joined the army with tears. As a typical family of sick old ladies, foxes, and children like rabbits, I could no longer hold onto the dead land and be full of pride. After leaving the farm to his family, he was trained hard by applying to the military to make money risking his life. Then, unfortunately, a case called the Demon King resurrected and was dragged out to the battlefield like this.

He stood on the battlefield with his family crying, carved on one side of his chest, not his head. And so far I have survived.

Hans wasn't a great figure, though. I just got lucky. But Hans seemed to like such an assessment. The goal was only to return to my loved ones alive. Not long ago, it was a dream of being trampled on by an undead attack that was inevitable, but suddenly, when the undead fell, Hans was able to hope that he would once again return to his family safely. I liked the reason. Anyway, he survived.

Qajik!

You cracked another skull. He's making sure the undead are killed at the behest of a difficult man to deal with. It was very hard to break the undead that spread throughout the plains, but it was much better than risking your life.

You move slowly, gazing at the nearby soldiers' position. If you bounce too far, you yell at the whale to stop the boss from coming out.

It was good that the undead fell, and I needed confirmation, but I had to be careful because I didn't know why the undead fell. It's a terrible story, but those things that were knocked down could suddenly stand up and wield their swords. I continued to do strange and ridiculous things with heat and heat, but I had no choice but to be serious.

Suddenly, the soldiers murmur. Hans raises his waist, chewing back at the memory of his axe chopping. Your comrades are murmuring, pointing somewhere. Hans turns to talk.

It's gone.

The black pillar that came from the mountain standing as if it were the only one to stab the sky in this plains, visible only to the endless horizon around it, suddenly disappeared. Soon, the faint earthquake ceased. The soldiers reacted immediately. There were some cheering soldiers who said they were really done, saying that they had an anxious look on their faces. Then I insulted my boss and went back to the mission of making sure he killed again.

Hans turns his head toward himself as his boss frowns, and quickly begins crushing the undead skull again.

For a while, the soldiers were able to carry out their duties faithfully. Hans has moved on to deal with the next undead.

Puck!

You clear one of the undead and kick it away. To deal with the other undead being crushed by the Undead. His eyes widen.

It was that dreadful black skeleton that lay beneath the common undead. The monster that attacked the knights, the dreadful Human weapons that wouldn't even dare to think of rebelling. They fought quite a distance from where Hans fought, but Hans saw their dance very well. That's why even Black Skeletons who had already fallen and had no rhythm felt ominous and frightened for no reason.

"Nimiral! They're all dead!"

Hans raises his sword, spitting out six or two letters to see if he didn't like being scared.

Wriggle!

"Huh?"

I felt like the Black Skull was moving because of my mood. At that moment, I felt goosebumps. If this guy moves now, Hans himself would be dead. Hans who joined the military while plowing in the countryside couldn't stop him no matter how hard he was trained.

'You've got it all wrong.'

Please, I had to. Hans swallows his saliva and prays to the sky, staring down at the black skull. But the sky wasn't Hans's side.

Gurgle!

The black skull raises its head. The saffron naturalization passes from its pupil. It stares at Hans.

Land!

Hans drops his sword. A cold sweat flows down his face.

"Ugh, ugh!"

I stepped back. The teeth slammed together and my back was wet with sweat.

Dalgric. Dalgric.

The Black Skull slammed into it. But it wasn't because he was scared like Hans. No skin, no muscle, just the jaw of a skeleton, so there's no need to make a face, but Hans feels it's making fun of him.

"Ugh, ahhhh!"

As soon as I could barely get control of my body, I screamed loudly and quickly turned around and made fun of my feet. I desperately ran away from the Black Skull somehow.

Fight!

But Hans' efforts were not rewarded. His neck was lifted high. The body that fell after losing its neck was filled with his eyes, floating through the air. Hans' eyes, in the end, could no longer conceal any other sights.

"Rrrrgh!"

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

Screams begin to resound all over the plain again. Indeed, those who seemed to have returned from death repeated the slaughter indiscriminately. It was a resumption of battle.