To Be a Power in the Shadows!

"Dear Crimson, your sacrifice is ready."

"Right..."

Crimson, overlooking the lawless city, turned its gaze to the moon floating in the night sky. He flushes his wine red hair to the side in a beautiful face.

"The Red Moon... not yet..."

The moon is dyed red. But it's still not enough. You'll need to wait a while longer to make sure it's complete.

"What's happening to the city's domination"

"The repression began well as planned. Just..."

"Just?"

Crimson looked back and looked at the subordination stuck in words.

The man under his command continues, frightened by that gaze.

"It's just... there's more resistance locally than I expected"

"The Demon Swordsmen's Association?

"No, the Demon Swordsmen's Association will not be a problem. There are three people resisting. One is' Demon Fox 'Yukime. The other one is a' tyrant 'juggernaut."

"It's them..."

Crimson stares down at the lawless city. It was a flock of ghouls that were expanding their forces smoothly, but there were three streams going backwards as if to resist it.

"Demon Fox" Yukime, ruler of "White Tower". "Tyrant" Jaganote, ruler of "Black Tower". These two have made me lick the bitter juice over and over again. I hate to admit it, but Crimson's strength is one step inferior to those two.

But that's not until today either.

"The Red Moon" began. As long as the queen is resurrected, they sink into the sea of blood, too.

"Kukukuku...... let it be. We can't get this far anyway. If only 'Queen of Blood' were resurrected, it would be our victory..."

Crimson walks over to a coffin that sits in the center of the room as he moans.

"My beloved queen... will soon rule our world..."

He strokes his coffin and realizes.

"Wait, you said three. What's one more?

There are only two Crimsons who know what forces they have in the Red Moon.

"Well, that's what we don't know for sure yet. But every single one of them has been expelled a large number of ghouls, and even the vampires who sent them as reinforcements have been swept away."

"What...?

"His name is Shadow. In our view, he would be the biggest threat..."

"Shadow......"

Crimson frowned and murmured the name.

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There were three streams to the "Red Tower".

One is the wild 'tyrant'.

The man is a giant brown evil.

Swing an iron mass like a giant bamboo and break the ghoul to power.

No one can get close to him, turning into unbroken ground beef the minute we get in time.

The other is' demon fox 'dancing and dancing.

The woman is a silver fox of demonic beauty.

The rare nine tails shine in the dark night.

She chops up a ghoul as if dancing with an iron fan with both hands.

I was blinded by the glossy skin peeking from my kimono, but at the end of the day, I travel to a sleep where I never wake up again.

Slaughtering numerous ghouls, the two streams meet.

"Fuck you, whore!

"You really are such a jerk."

"Demon Fox" cleverly receives the giant jade of "Tyrant".

A giant wax wears through the ground and the dust rises.

"Long time no see," Demon Fox ""

"Tyrant" Jaganote mocked with a vicious face.

I never saw you again.

"Demon Fox" Yukime sighs in disgust.

"We're going to finish off the blood-sucking bats. Die here, too."

Jaganote gently wields the giant magnum.

"I don't like persistent men..."

Yukime also sets up that iron fan.

At that moment when the two tried to move out, the last flow merged there.

The man wrapped his long coat of pitch black and stepped out of the night sky without sound.

And finely slice the three vampires who followed him in an instant.

"Tyrant" was stunned by what he was doing.

The smoothness of the movement, its instantaneous power, and the overwhelming power hidden there. That was in the realm of even having to admit 'tyrants'.

"Demon Fox" admired his sword moves.

The beauty of the sword muscle, and the finished moves without waste, is even seen for the first time by her, who lives a long time. The sword dance, sublimated to its art, even profoundly admired the 'demon fox'.

"Hey, who are you...?

"What the hell..."

The two ask at the same time.

The pitch-black man looked back, waved his sword and skipped the blood paste.

"My name is Shadow. He who lurks in the shadows and hunts in the shadows..."

And the three streams interacted.