Chapter 8: The Knight of the Abyss

Like moths to a fire, the Plague Rotter all rushed towards the burning Fire Elemental Golem and turned into a large ball of fire, and the stench of burning began to spread between Muzzle and Rukia in a daze. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even so, there were countless plague infected people who staggered into three fire elemental puppets that turned into crematoriums, and Mu Ze, who endured the unpleasant smell, even wanted to directly pull out a super-level magic scroll and directly wipe out everything around him.

"Whew!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a tin can that had lost its breath, oh, a knight covered in armor was projected from high altitude as a throwing weapon towards one of the three fire elemental golems.

"Who?"

Wave after wave of unevenness, Mu Ze, who had just relaxed down, began to get nervous again.

The tin cans that were thrown at the fire golem were devoured by the huge fire golem, and the knights of the Siris Empire who were projected through the tube had powerful physical destructive power, but they were basically useless to the fire golems that were immune to physical damage.

A murderous aura that was so powerful that it locked on Mu Ze who was standing in the center of the three huge fire element puppets, just like the spiritual coercion of the boss in "Infinite World", Mu Ze felt a familiar sense of fear, which can only be issued by powerful enemies.

"Whew~"

The fire elemental golem that had devoured the tin cans thrown by the unknown enemy suddenly let out a mournful roar, and black mist continued to emerge from the dark blue flame core in the center.

The black mist that appeared constantly wrapped the core of the fire element puppet, and the originally majestic fire element puppet instantly turned into a black egg-like object, and finally unwillingly annihilated in the black mist.

"Loyalty."

The voice without any emotion appeared in the ears of Mu Ze and Rukia, and the words infused with magic power struck the hearts of all creatures as if they were in their ears, and Rukia, as the demon king, was shocked by these two words that appeared in her ears.

"Obedience."

As if commanded, all of the plague rotters who had been moth-fighting stopped and stood still, while Rukia's body began to tremble.

"Deacon."

The voice without any emotion was full of shock and seriousness, and all the plague rotpers who stopped knelt uncontrollably, or it is more reasonable to describe it as lying down, and all the plague rotten people who had stopped were lying on the ground in pain, making a mournful sound.

It was as if a demonic voice swept in Mu Ze's ears, and the commanding nature in it formed an idea of "obedient kneeling" in Mu Ze's mind.

Shaking his head and forcing him to calm down directly, Mu Ze's profession was activated passively, and the idea of kneeling conflicted with the absolute etiquette of the contractor to keep Mu Ze awake, and the shock caused by Rukia leaning back on him attracted Mu Ze's attention.

"What's wrong, Rukia?"

Mu Ze, who was vigilant, asked Rukia who was trembling behind him softly, and he was already about to take out the super-level magic in the dimensional warehouse in his hand.

The first time she didn't answer Mu Ze's question, the one in Rukia's hand (sigh in the gap) began to fill with silver spatial magic, and Rukia began to prepare for it.

"Guard."

Instead of the previous solemn and commanding tone, the tone in which he said the word "guardian" suddenly became soft and firm.

The black plague aura around the ruins of the village where Mu Ze was standing began to recede, and then all gathered towards the already dead woods to the north.

"It looks like the enemy is in the woods to the north."

Having obtained the approximate location of the enemy, Mu Ze began to keep an eye on the area. Not only the black plague aura of the village and town where Mu Ze was standing, but also the plague aura of other places began to lay down a crazy gathering towards the woods.

"Slash."

As the words of the unknown enemy fell, a huge wound appeared in the necks of all the plague rotpers lying on the ground and screaming, and a series of black mist emerged from the broken necks.

"What's going on? Is it a sacrifice? ”

The Plague Rotter who was suddenly killed in seconds was incomprehensible to Mu Ze, but the enemy's voice continued.

"Extermination."

The black mist from the Plague Rotter gradually condensed on the ground into a hand about the size of a corpse, and then the black hands that each condensed into took all the corpses and began to sink to the ground, as if being pulled into the abyss.

"Glory."

After shouting these two words in a proud tone, a pitch-black knight's sword flew out of the woods and plunged into Mu Ze, who was standing in place, but Mu Ze, who wanted to move away, found that his body was no longer controllable.

"What's going on? Why can't I move? ”

Mu Ze, who couldn't move, could only watch as the pitch-black giant sword with huge destructive power was projected towards him, and the faint smile on his face chose to ignore this pitch-black giant sword with a deadly threat like a mockery.

Rukia's hand (sigh in the gap) emitted a silver sekizawa, and the dimensional slash that had been prepared had locked onto the pitch-black knight's sword (the abyss) that she was familiar with.

She was waiting, waiting for the next second to appear in the woods the figure shrouded in black mist, whether it was him or not, and them.

"Victory."

The pitch-black knight's greatsword pierced Mu Ze's makeshift magic shield like a soap bubble, and the knight's greatsword with great strength stuck into the stone street in front of him, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"Pretty good concentration."

In the dust, a black figure appeared between Mu Ze and Rukia, to be precise, in front of Rukia.

A whirlwind blew away the dust in the sky, and Mu Ze stood in place with a smile on his face, his narrowed two-colored pupils looking at the black-armored knight who blocked Rukia with vigilance.

That's right, it's the Black Knight.

The pitch-black knight is like a king returning from the night, and the wounds all over his body do not make the jet-black armor look fragile, but instead become an alternative decoration of the jet-black armor, which looks so vicious. The breastplate of the Giant Demon Mouth was still shiny, and the half of the red tassel on the helmet had become deep from drinking blood many times.

The ground centered on the Great Sword did not appear to sink exaggeratedly due to reckless force, but a perfect cracked terrain with a large area centered on the Great Sword, which contained more than the control of power that ordinary people have.

Mu Ze, whose legs were a little weak, barely maintained a smiling expression under passive compulsion, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat, he stared at the black-armored knight with half-squinted eyes and asked:

"Who are you?"

Ignoring the question from Mu Ze, the black-armored knight walked in front of Mu Ze and pulled out the knight's sword inserted in the cracked ground, and replied to Mu Ze casually:

"Deacon, you're doing a good job. Otherwise, you've turned into pate. ”

Mu Ze felt from this black-armored knight a pressure similar to that given to him by the Heavenly Gift, the kind of words that were casual but carried an inexplicable pressure.

The pitch-black knight sheathed up the same pitch-black knight's greatsword, and then covered his whole body with magic.

Most of the scratches on the armor that were covered in scars were gone, except for the heart part, which had not healed. But in the pitch-black armor, the piece that could not heal was so inconspicuous.

Half a step walked in front of Rukia, who had taken off her cloak (sigh of the gap), and the pitch-black knight, who did not care that Lukia had gathered the magic of space in his hand (sigh of the gap), knelt down on one knee, took off his helmet and placed it on the spotless ground: his right hand was clenched into a fist, his thumb was tightly held by four fingers, and the thumb joint was nailed to the heart of his left chest, making a standard knightly salute.

Under the short green hair, the pair of pointed ears with demon characteristics were nailed with three round studs, the murderous purple eyes were only respectful, and a black tear on the pointed face appeared under his left eye like tears, and he saluted Rukia standing in front of him in an extremely loyal tone:

"Deacon, respect the great Space Demon King Rukia. Seyslia. Cell, the Knights of the Abyss are willing to plunge into the endless abyss for you. ”

Until now, Rukia could completely determine the identity of the black-armored knight in front of her, and she also understood what the familiar black qi was.

That's right, the demon man in front of him is the most loyal subordinate of the Space Demon King Yulia, and he is also the most loyal knight of the Space Demon King Rukia, the Abyss Knight.