"That's ······" The moment the black body appeared in Álvaro's field of vision, the red-haired young man, who had always seemed to be composed, became so out of shape that his eyes were full of fear.

"IT'S [KLIBANOPHORO]." Emperor Baldwin's face also showed an incredible expression, the appearance of the mechage was beyond everyone's expectations.

Not even the silver-white mecha that closely resembled the [Saint] appeared.

Álvaro's face was first frightened, then terrified, and then angry!

The red-haired youth's gaze was like a knife, as if it was about to tear Baldwin to shreds.

"Your Majesty, didn't you already say ten years ago that those monsters were completely destroyed by us? Why, why, these cursed things are once again in front of us. This is nothing short of blasphemy against the gods! Álvaro almost roared in anger, but even so, the young man still hadn't been able to hide the fear that had penetrated deep into his bones.

Baldwin, however, seemed calm.

"Have you ever felt that kind of fear?" There was playfulness in the man's gaze.

KLIBANOPHORO, ONCE THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE, BUILT THE WALLS OF NEW ROME WITH THE BLOOD AND BONES OF THEIR ENEMIES, AND THE WHOLE WEST FEARFULLY CALLED THEM "BLACK GHOSTS"

And it is the car of the knight king that has changed the color of the whole West.

Now, in the eyes of the Crusaders, the real monster is no longer the Cretan Bull, but the Black Ghost.

And Álvaro, of course, has seen the ghost with his own eyes.

The knight king, with his chariot, annihilated the entire Macedonians, while the Western coalition that tried to support them retreated without a fight.

At that time, Álvaro was just a child, and he was in his father's army, and he witnessed the arrival of that demon god!

"Hmph—" Inadvertently, the corners of Baldwin's mouth showed a cold arc.

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The roof of the church, which is almost crumbling, looks down on the raging fire.

The blonde boy watched with a smile as the black ghost appeared in front of him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Are you finally here? Justin. You still can't do it after all, no matter how the world collapses, no one will choose to give up. ”

And beside Bashires, the old man with the cloak had a feverish glint in his eyes.

"Is that the glory of the Empire? Is that the existence of the core and pinnacle of the empire's technology? The closest thing to God!? ”

The hoarse and frantic sound lingered for a long time in the smoke and gale.

"I wonder if my work can destroy him, Your Highness?"

The shrill laughter echoed over the church, chilling.

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Stepping into it again, Consitan Dante's heart was unexpectedly free of fear, sadness, and despair, but on the contrary, the young man's heart felt a warmth that he had never felt before, a kind of reassurance, like a child in his mother's arms.

It's ridiculous, or sad. Constance Dante obviously never had the so-called warmth, but in the arms of the ghost, Constance Dante was indeed so relieved.

Maybe I'm the real monster, a monster through and through!

The Cretan Bull tried to get up from the ground, but the black ghost suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and threw that earth-shattering punch.

There was no sorrow or joy, but it contained terrifying power, smashing the heavy body of the Cretan fire bull to the ground.

WALKING SLOWLY, CONS DANTE DROVE THE [KLIBANOPHORO] AND KICKED THE CRETAN BULL STRUGGLING TO GET UP TO THE GROUND AGAIN, AND THE BLACK GHOST STEPPED ON THE MONSTER'S BACK AND HELD THE [MUTILATED HOLY SWORD].

With a "bang", it was like King Arthur pulling out a sword in a stone, and the sharp sword was held high in the sky to shine in the dark sky.

"What!" Those who witnessed all this felt the oppression, as if the king had come again, and all those who rebelled would be killed.

"That's ······" Covered in blood, Noel couldn't even see what was in front of him with his eyeballs, but he still felt the breath—the breath of a king.

"Knight King ······" Noel made a hoarse voice. "Protect Her Royal Highness'······" Even though he knew that Cons Dante could not hear it, the seriously injured and dying boy still roared out the last trace of obsession in his heart.

Suddenly, the Cretan Bull opened its jaws at Constance Dante, neither to roar nor to pounce on and bite, and in the mouth, the smoothbore cannon loaded the last shell.

"Be careful!" Seeing this, Anthony shouted out in a lost voice. This is their only hope!

"Boom-" There was a loud bang.

The muzzle of the black hole spewed out a muzzle flame more than ten meters long. Like the fire of hell!

BUT WHAT A SWIFT SWORD THAT INSTANTLY SLICED THROUGH THE BLAZING CANNONBALL, AND THE VIOLENT EXPLOSION EXPLODED AT A STONE'S THROW BETWEEN THE [KLIBANOPHORO] AND THE CRETAN FIRE OX.

Suddenly, black flames engulfed both sides at the same time.

Piercing the darkness was the serpent-like sword, like a silent assassin, the tail thorn of the Cretan Bull!

"It's over!" When he saw the terrifying cold light, Anthony's heart suddenly fell into the ice cave! That's the monster's last move, and it's going to kill you.

300% fit, nerve activation!

Intense nerve currents burst into the nerve center of Constance Dante.

THE DANGEROUS TAIL SPIKE STOOD STILL A FOOT FROM KLIBANOPHORO'S CHEST, AND THE THICK TAIL WAS FIRMLY GRASPED IN THE HAND OF CONSTANCE DANTE.

No way, that's what almost everyone thinks!

The sharp claws of the black ghost suddenly grabbed the neck of the Cretan fire bull, and before it could even struggle, the sharp [GRAM] pried open the heavy armor of the monster's neck.

"What!" When he saw the skillful movements of Constance Dante, the old man beside Bashils suddenly widened his yellow eyes and made a sound even more frightened than before.

The terrifying monster tried to break free, but it was only trapped, and the [Broken Sacred Sword] pierced the neck of the Cretan fire bull without warning, and the monster let out a silent wail and fell with a bang. It turns out that this monster's weak point is there.

The black ghost stood on the corpse of the monster, and the whole city did not have a trace of joy for the aftermath of the catastrophe, but a deep fear.

Only monsters can withstand monsters.

And what kind of terrible existence will be able to kill monsters?