Former General Is Undead Knight

The tip where Lambert jumped out after Domillione's voice was a big one aisle.

The walls had changed from an old palace-like construction earlier to something adorable with a colorful pattern dominated by pink.

There was no such thing as antiquity or rigor until we entered this aisle.

The water stretched thinly at his feet was the same, but it had also changed from cloudy to clear and clear.

The surface of the water beautifully reflects the interior of the aisle, as if it were a mirror.

Both sides of the aisle were lined with pompous and beautiful cages, in which cat stuffed animals were placed.

The stuffed cat was bigger than a regular cat more than two times and was just about the size of a person.

I move my body as if I were willing.

You don't feel the cage is particularly narrow, he's falling asleep swallowing and scratching his head with his forelegs.

In other places, shelves are mounted on the walls, where there are color-removing wine glasses.

From time to time, the walls were hung with signs, and texts such as' Welcome Customer 'and' Feel free to eat and drink 'were spelled out in line with the font tendencies of Lambert's time, with wings peeking through the cracks of the eggs, the favourite crest of Domillione, on the ends.

There was also an example of a choking, sweet stench in the aisle.

Naturally speaking, Lambert was creepy about this long idle interior, which had changed since he hit it before, but rather heightened his vigilance.

On the road, a stuffed cat not in a cage was arraying the middle of the aisle.

The stuffed animal approached Lambert in a flimsy foothold and raised his neck as he said something with his black eyes.

Lambert stops, exhilarates and releases his mana.

In the meantime, the walls, which were beautiful and colorful, turn into qualitative things wet in blood.

The sign welcoming visitors disappears and turns into an evil hobby painting.

The shelves were lined with suspicious chemicals and animal heads, and the water at their feet clouded to starched greenery.

The colorful and bright interiors of the past were all miraculous in Mana by Domillione.

It is almost equivalent to the sorcery that hid Fresh Golem's appearance.

Naturally, it was also hung on a stuffed animal.

"Ro... Ro... Kill me..."

The figure of the stuffed animal disappeared from the middle of the aisle, and a strange monster was forming, like instead succeeding the upper body of three human beings to the exit cod.

Six eyes look at Lambert as he pleads.

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Lambert shook up the sword silently.

The unloaded metal mass buried a pathetic monster in one blow.

Lambert passed once with the great sword in place, but stopped on the way and looked back at the earlier monster.

Then he rushed forward, barking and smashing down cages and drugs on the road.

In the Great Hall in the deepest part of the Einsas Underground Labyrinth, Domillione sat back in a large chair waiting for Lambert.

The Domillione is just healing the trauma, and even the clothes are completely clean with damage and dirt.

This hierarchy should be soaking your feet with water in the first place, but it doesn't even look like your shoes are wet.

Dormillione's sitting chair seemed to be made of a number of small white parts combined like a puzzle, but a closer look quickly showed that the parts were some of the processed human bones.

The water around the chair is of different colors, resulting in a blue accumulation of water.

"Welcome, Mr. Lambert. I changed the interior with care because of you, and you didn't like it?

Domillione drank the unidentified liquid with the cup in his hand before whistling with Hugh small and dropping the cup to his feet.

Lambert had no intention of exchanging words with Domillione any more, so he just put up his sword silently.

Then Lambert looked around the room and tried to sense any suspicious mana movements.

It was only once that Domillione withdrew so far.

Lambert was wondering if there were any traps on the road, but in the end nothing seemed to stop him at this deepest point.

Then it is right to assume that something will be set up here.

(of that foot, water of different colors...... packed with quite high concentrations of mana)

After straining his senses, Lambert concluded that there might be some trick in the different colored water at the feet of Domillione.

But you can't get any closer to cheap than you don't know what's coming.

Different colors of water have quite a wide range. If the water itself were a weapon, it would be a terrible time.

Lambert put his sword on his feet so that he could jump instantly.

"My senses seem a little uneven from the general public. I was just wondering what that was like, and I've been rubbing my values and general values together as much as possible for a long time, and hanging my phantom that this might be something close, and I've been trying this with it. That didn't mean a lot to me in and of itself... I guess I was a little shocked that I hung up a lot of phantoms so far because I was inviting you. Because of this, I prepared it for you..."

"It's time to solve the phantoms that hang on you."

"... Huh, I was aware of that. Damn, in front of the thinkers, can't you see my maiden heart wanting to look beautiful and cute for a little while? That's why Aurelia didn't even pick me. Oops......"

Domillione holds her mouth down deliberately and sees the lambale glitch, provoking.

He tilts his neck boringly when he finds out he didn't get a big response from Lambert.

In the meantime, the figure of Guru and Domillione was distorted. The colors of the body and clothes become black and discolored, obscuring the contours of Domillione himself.

Domillione's body melts out mixed with the blue water at his feet, leaving only his head.

The head was also peeled off and mixed with blue water, turning into a black jaw.

(That water is a type of viscous... slime)

Domillione turned into an alien monster with a black twist on Slime's body.

Breaking through the ceiling, a metal mass imitating two large hands fell to both sides of the domillione.

"... were you studying slime to make it an armor to protect the body"

"As you said, here's your weakness. I told you right away that I didn't do such an exploratory imitation. I'm surprisingly sweet, aren't I? Go for it. Go for it."

The domillione opens the hand of the metal mass and shows the black wax floating in the slime with its fingers.

"Most of the time, I'm not going to smash your head where most of your mana is concentrated. First your legs, then your arms, then your abdomen, your chest, your neck, and slowly squeeze the rest of your head."

Domillione approached Lambert at a speed not commensurate with the giant, spreading his hand of metal mass and stretching it to Lambert.

Lambert kicks that hand and bounces himself out and dodges, turning straight into the side of the Domillione.

He waved the great sword and tried to slap the skull behind each slime body.

but the great sword slowed down rapidly as it plugged into the slime body.

(What viscosity......!

Still, Lambert shook it off and slapped the black skull with a big sword.

But the skull swims through the slime body so that it is pushed out by the Great Sword, with no impact at all.

The position of the cranium should also be fixed with considerable force at this viscosity, but apparently a trick was applied to reduce physical damage.

"Shit!"

Lambert tries to pull through the Great Sword, but the Great Sword covered in the slime body is not easy to pull out.

In the meantime, he received the horizontal strike of the hand of a flying metal mass on his body and was bounced backwards by each of the great swords.

"That's right, pure demon gold (organ) is hard. If you're alive, you're supposed to be torn apart now."

It has been confirmed earlier that the black clam itself has considerable strength.

Even without protection by the slime body, I could afford to be queasy with a rambal blow to the head, so that's for sure.

Add to that the impact killing by the armor of the slime body, as well as the attack and protection by the two hands of super weight overlap.

"What do you say? This is how immortal I am, created by me over 200 years! You said a long time ago that if a leading swordsman and a magician fought one-on-one, the swordsman would win. You were right. You did slaughter me. But can you fulfill it and still say the same thing?

Domillione approached Lambert with excitement and made a clenching fist with the hands of two metal chunks.

He then punched Lambert's body continuously at an unstoppable speed in his eyes.

"It, it! Hahahaha, ahahahahahahaha! How long can we avoid it?

Instantly massive water splashes rise and the floor cracks.

It was a horrible series of attacks that could even be ground beef for trolls.

Lambert glanced at the opportunity with a fist of metal chunks and dropped his right hand to the ground with a great sword.

He slowly struck a single attack of his broken left hand, ranged with a blow of a great sword on the back of his hand, and escaped a series of attacks.

"Have you just spent two hundred years building crap like this, or have you taken many lives?"

Lambert glanced at Domillione in disgust.

Domillione shut her mouth slightly as if she had eaten it, but immediately distorted her mouth and laughed.

"You must be the only one who can slap such a big mouth on me looking over the entire Warrimian continent. That's why it's a shame to tell you the truth, because you're going to totally screw me over!

Both hands of the metal mass are wrapped around their fingers disappointingly and swayed down by a rambale.

Rambale jumps immediately backwards to avoid it, but once again the hands of the metal mass float on top, jumping through the rambale.