Former General Is Undead Knight

The armor skeleton, Lambert, a former general of the Kingdom of Legions, flashed when he saw the blade of his sword.

For the sword showed a skeleton in armor.

Behind the orbit was a red flame that emitted suspicious light.

Although Lambert was made undead, his self was clear.

This is because his will and untrained strength far exceeded Maniga's assumptions.

Neither did Maniga think that the skeleton he laid eyes on was a hero who died unemployed during the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms.

"Nah... what... what..."

The voice remained wonderful and lifelong.

It emanates directly from a mass of mana in the back of the orbit, in the middle of the skull.

"Again, I am dead... Les, the Kingdom of Legions..."

When I thought about it, there was a battle with Griff on Lambert's head.

And as it was, I remembered in a chain that Aurelia's beautiful face, the master, floated behind her brain and was betrayed by her.

"... No, I wasn't betrayed. As king... it was necessary."

Though I tried to say that, I wasn't entirely able to take away my resentment towards her.

I've always believed that Aurelia thought of herself as her best friend.

Lambert was more aware that he was waving his sword for Aurelia than for his country.

I never thought I'd spare giving my life for her.

It was above all sad for Lambert that she was just judged by her will to be a disturbing molecule and killed.

(Did the untrained make him a demon and come back to life? While I'm at it, what a girl...)

Lambert embarrassed himself.

Behind my skull, I feel a gathering of mana.

Those two places are the source of Lambert's power today.

Lambert instinctively perceived the matter and thought about poking this and complaining, but it caught my mind.

(I want to know what happened to the Kingdom of Legions...)

Lambert picked up his armor helmet rolling up and wore it on his head.

Even out in public, you shouldn't know Lambert is undead as long as he's wearing an armor helmet.

Though he was betrayed and murdered, there was no change in his desire to make his lord the united king of the western part of the Warrimian continent, wanting his country to control the war.

(Still... what were they)

Second, I turn to the body rolling behind me.

Collapse in the swamp of blood, the boy's lower body.

It is a Necromancer's maniga, which Lambert cut to the side earlier.

At the age of eight, Maniga is a genius magician who excelled in celebrity white magic and dyed his hands to the contraindicated death manipulation technique.

He was now fourteen, but had already made his name widely known as a member of The Whistling Devil.

It is a daily tea meal for him, such as crushing large groups of undead into villages in half the play and making new mountains of undead.

He was treated as a bounty neck, as a danger to the upper class among the "whistling demons".

Crusade Hazard is second from the top in the five-step evaluation of Demonic Standards, and is a Giant Ghost (Troll).

More than twenty first-rate warriors were needed to crusade.

Set to be the most giant ghost (troll) class was a heavy look at Maniga's ability as a necromancer.

This time it's not much of a relevant story because I accidentally got a piece on top of it that I wasn't ready for.

(Don't feel like you said you were going to destroy the Kingdom of Legions. So you're from the kingdom of Maculus? I didn't know how long I slept, but apparently, the war isn't over yet. Griff, what would you look like if I went into a helper knife...)

Lambert sighed when he saw the upper body of the poor maniga rolling in the distance.

(And you Maculus Kingdom guys, you do miserable things. I didn't expect to send such an obviously untrained child into the heart of the battlefield, the Auglan Valley. I can't see enough people. If only we would surrender as soon as possible...)

Lambert recalled the face of fear that was floating just before the maniga was slashed and assumed to be an amateur in battle.

In fact, I was just not prepared to be killed because I had always laid my hands on far-winders.

Lambert, who doesn't know that, never thinks this boy is the necromancer who crushed several villages.

If you look only at pure witchcraft arms, Bruig is more powerful and has more combat experience than Maniga.

But he was treated as one lower Great Ghost (Auga) class than Maniga.

Still, it is quite unusual for humans to line up with monsters so tough as to be called immortal evil ghosts who devour people.

Bruig's exceptional witchcraft arm is not comparable to that of a concurrent mage.

Proprietary serial witchcraft, which greatly holds down the magic activation time and span, is not surpassed by normal humans.

If Bruig hits the magic streak without looking at the recoil to himself, it's hard to even get close, no matter how many.

It would be to be flaunted by the manipulative soil of Bruig to seal his movements, and then surely take his life.

All places with dirt are in the realm of Bluig.

"The Bullyig of the Earthspider" is feared, so.

That's what Bruig thought if you're one-on-one with humans, you can't lose.

It was no way that I would be forced to shake off the dirt restraints and not even think about it being made into two straight skulls from the front.

This was also something that Lambert did not know, and at the same time it did not matter.

(Activation is somewhat fast, but you weren't as powerful. Even though it was early for that, it was a rate that would have been avoided enough had I been clear about myself. You were forced to bring me where I was fading at my age...)

In Lambert's days of living warfare, strength was everything.

Everyone was dying crazy, extremes swords and sorcery, hung everything about themselves and fought every day.

Those who cannot grow in that extreme state will soon die.

Lambert is the man who stood at the apex of the warriors of those times.

To the extent that they were slightly off the sidelines of a peaceful country, they were exactly like the baby and the old man.

(How outrageous to use a child and an old man. We must put an end to this war quickly, not only for our own country but also for the people of our enemies......)

Lambert felt a sense of misguided justice and ran at the bottom of the cliff.

Running, I was thinking of Aurelia's face.

Tidy, beautiful blonde with strong willed caged blue eyes.

Fine skin that looks soft, strong eyebrows that look good in shape.

A slightly different, feminine grin that I occasionally show just in front of Rambale.

Lambert feels pain in the back of his chest and holds his chest down.

But the tip that crosses the metal armor is just a cavity with bones.

I held my eyes and laughed lonely by myself, realizing that not even tears were coming.