Former General Is Undead Knight

"I didn't know they were stepping into the basement four levels..."

The Guildmaster Titan of "The Demonic Golden Dragon" squeaked so inside a large room on four levels.

He took Cradle to the center of the big room, waiting on the spot for his men, who stood behind him, picking up the crushed organ that had fallen there.

It is the nucleus of Lambert's crushed slime.

"Ta, Titan... I don't think this is the unidentified demon. Bye..."

"It's hard to believe, but you can be sure it was disposed of by the man in the armor. I was surprised to see the body of Auga being slashed just now... I see he was more of a man than I ever imagined"

Titan laughed when he said so.

"As for the black monster, I was going to come and gather information and work out all the measures, but it seemed like the dark hose Omake had taken"

While the adventurers of "The Demonic Golden Dragon" were baffled, only the Titans were shivering samurai.

This is going to be serious for a long time, he said.

The Titans were born combat freaks.

Big body, overwhelming power.

Few of the leading adventurers are capable of beating the Titans in a power battle.

Ever since I entered The Demonic Golden Dragon and got The Demonic Golden Dragon Hook Claw, I have been truly a golden stick to ghosts.

The only thing he wasn't satisfied with was that only about demons were opponents worthy of waving that 'Demon Golden Dragon Hook Claw' to fight.

The battle flowers are still more human opponents than demonic opponents.

each other's previous workouts, the rush of battle, and the aftermath of victory. In demonic and human opponents, they are completely different.

"Ten lookouts I've left up there, a little over forty over here... Cradle, you follow me. I'll show you where to tear him apart. After that, come about three people, excluding demons. Split the rest into three parts and continue exploring the other side."

"Me, us, just the five of us!? You should take some more..."

Suggest to the Titans as Cradle smiles slightly convulsed.

"Though I'll be enough alone. Oh? Are you complaining?

Staring at me from the Titans, Cradle snorts.

"Oh yes... yes... no..."

Titan snarls his nose hank.

Then he turns his eyes to Angus, the sorcerer, and raises his jaw hard.

"Yes, yes"

Angus nods and puts up a cane in his hand.

"Footprints, don't float. Come on!

A glowing footprint emerges on the shallow surface of the room.

It is a sorcery that is shown by the footprint light of those who pass within a short time.

"You still don't seem to be wrong over here. Angus, any sign of disguise?

"This one too."

Angus put his thumb and index finger tip on it and gave it back to the wind.

"Kuk...... don't fuck with me right away, armored man. Enjoy me."

The Titans took four men, including Cradle and Angus, to the end of the aisle.

The remaining members of the "Demonic Golden Dragon" split into a dozen or so men each to form three squads and choose another aisle to begin their exploration.

"Whoa, go away. You newcomers, it would be useful to be shields! Hihaha!"

I put my men in the lead, and I had a man walking slowly shoulder to shoulder with a woman.

He is a thirty year old swordsman named Emerich, and the third most powerful man within The Demonic Golden Dragon.

I'm sure of the sword's arm, but he was quite a problem figure in "The Demonic Golden Dragon," where female liquor lovers and bad habits often cause trouble based on her.

"Run more. Mend, I don't know."

"Mr. Emerich... but I don't know what kind of trap there is... If you are progressing with detailed confirmation with the magic of sensation, thank you..."

"Yes, you answered me."

Emerich pulled his sword out of his sheath, as he said.

The sword pulled out of the sheath is red and the sword body shines.

It was a sword built using a demonic ore, a demonic ore, that had the power to absorb magic in the environment and release it as heat while it was stuck in the sheath.

Press the belly of the sword vertically against the face of your men.

"Oh, oh, oh!

There was a roasting sound of ju and meat.

Burning skin on peeled sword sticks, pulls and chops.

His men slammed onto the spot as he held down his face, spitting diarrhea out of his mouth.

"Bad, bad, I was going to inch you. Ola, if you don't want this to happen, you're going first. You're gonna make me scratch my shame!

"Hih, hih!

Emerich laughed contentedly as he saw his men run and go ahead.

"Buwahaha! If you die in the Labyrinth, you can leave your name on the Alliance's consolation tablet! Is it bad? Though it would be the highest honor! What, you don't like it? You guys are so unconscious, you can't be as strong as me. Hey, Carmilla...... ah?

When I called the name of the woman beside me and looked back, her neck nearly fell on the deck and on the floor.

It falls on the surface. There was no lifelong beauty in its face, distorted by fear.

And over the cross section of her neck where her head was, a black slime was riding and drooling over her body.

Emerich understood when he saw it.

The black slime lurked beneath the water and was aimed at this back the whole time, he said.

It was a huge failure, counterproductive, to put my men first.

"Whoa, whoa! Why are you over here! Why are you coming over here? Whoa!

Emerich rose in ambition, trying to stab the sword into the black slime as it remained unplugged, retreating heavily as he kicked down her body as he thought along the way.

According to information gathered so far by The Demonic Golden Dragon, the black slime that appears in the underground four tiers is linear in motion, so it may be possible to deal with it if others who are not the target of the attack aim at the counter from the side when the distance is sufficiently taken and the black slime launches an attack.

Emmerich remembered that, and now it's a priority to leave anyway.

Keep your distance, then set up your sword and stare at the black slime crawling over the body of the body.

"K, shit! You guys! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Sense it, you fool! What are you here for, docillotte!

The black slime is barely perceptible between lurks.

It is Emerich who might have been able to feel uncomfortable if he had taken the time to do the sensing in detail, but did not let it.

"Don't be silly, come back soon..."

Emerich checked on his men with his butt.

My men were already screaming and fleeing ahead.

"You guys are gonna kill me! Come back here! Shit! Shit! The Black Keeper of the Underground Four Hierarchies was just crushed, wasn't he? You screwed both of them!

Emerich retreated one step, another, as he turned his sword toward the black slime.

The black slime seemed to continue to prey on the corpse, but suddenly tingling and trembling his body, he flew to Emerich.

But we know where they are.

I have also assumed that my opponent is fast and I know that I can only move in a linear fashion.

I made enough time.

Emerich pushed his sword forward as he bounced back.

The sword pierced a brilliant black slime.

All around, the heat of the sword scorches the black slime.

Emerich swung his sword straight down and tried to slap it down.

But despite a large slice in his body, the black slime did not slow him down as he headed for Emerich.

"Huh...?

A black slime flies to Emerich's chest.

"but ahhhhhhh!

The clothes unravel, and the pain runs as if he was hung by a play on his chest.

Emerich was barking around in so much pain, but when he dropped his eyes to his own chest, he lost too much voice of horror.

Behind the black slime, his own skin was melted and his sternum was exposed because it seemed thin.

It was clear that I would no longer be able to help.

"Ahhh......"

Emerich fell on his back on the spot.

In a fading vision, I saw two black slimes at the end of my gaze, peeking at my head from the water, coming towards me.

(You've been doing so much...)

So Emerich's consciousness was interrupted.

After the three black slimes properly devoured and fished the bodies of the two adventurers, they began tracking the adventurers who dived into the water again and fled.

It changed with them, and the Titans' exploration was light.

"You're missing a lot of examples of demonic carcasses."

"Maybe it's not as strong as the rumors. Well, I don't care about that at the earliest."

After Lambert's passage, there were only black slime carcasses left.

The surviving black slime had already escaped from Lambert's corridor.

"Has" The Witch Candlestick "been wiped out by these people? I can't let that happen. If we had five of us, we'd be able to seal it at our leisure."

Cradle was holding his licence and laughing as he watched the slices of slime's gut floating on the water.

Naturally they still had no reason to know, such as that Emerich, the third user of "The Demonic Golden Dragon," was tragically killed by a black slime.