Former General Is Undead Knight

The black claw of Domillione was slammed against the wall and fell to the floor.

Domillione tilts her cranium with cramps and looks up at Lambert.

"This should be... I say that I will live eternal time and eventually unravel the truth of this world... You can't end up like this with all these hundreds of years of pussy... Why, like this... I should have gotten a body that could survive to the end of the world......................................................................................................................... My wisdom is pouring out with Mana... compromised... ahhh..."

Lambert lays a great sword silently, pointing the tip of the blade towards a crack carved into a domillione.

"La, Lambert! Killing me, Bo, is a loss to the world, the Kingdom of Legions! Not yet, we're still in time... please... there's a bottle in the other aisle that says 23568..."

"I'm sorry. I smashed him when he came through."

Lambert did destroy some drugs and undead when he went through the aisle.

But there is no such thing as remembering the numbering one by one.

However, Lambert was not even willing to fit the words of Domillione properly.

"Just my, my written paper, outside...!

Lambert waves a great sword at the horizontal giraffe.

The skull became two straight up and down, slammed against the wall again with an impact as it was.

"Is that the Phantom just finished?"

When Lambert said so, his eyes on the top half of his skull, which was plunging into the wall, grew red and brilliant.

"Too bad, Lambert. Well, I knew you would."

When Lambert reassembles the Great Sword, the words of Domillione continue.

"Don't worry. Now I'm melting Mana, my own will, and converting it into energy for maintenance. Even I can't do anything anymore when this happens. I'm just sorry I didn't have the same arts as last time."

Where Domillione spoke so much, the entire underground labyrinth suddenly began to vibrate.

"Mind your own business with me, Lambert. I'm a lonely person. If you're not going to do me one favor, you're going to have to do it."

The laughter of Domillione echoes.

Lambert dropped his hips and released the Spike of the Great Sword.

"I'll be one foot ahead of you, but hurry up and come after me,"

Lambert did not slow down the spike and shattered the upper half of his skull as it was.

There was no initial hardness in Domillione's skull, either because of the squandering of mana caused by tentacle attacks.

It becomes dust and scatters all over the water.

A ceiling shard fell directly next to the lambale.

Lambert lowers his sword and stares at the ceiling.

The underground labyrinth had already begun to collapse.

(We have to hurry. Your Majesty... No, I hope Fiona and the others are safe)

Lambert turns himself over and begins to return to his original path.

In the midst of a long drive down the aisle, the whole undead that should have been in the cage was out, blocking the middle of the road.

"Out of the way!

Lambert drools with killing intent.

The undead shook his shoulders frighteningly, twitching and retreating to guard against Lambert.

"Ha!

Lambert wielded the sword without stopping his legs, slashing and dumping the undead, and ran straight through it.

After that, he was moving on with care for the falling objects from the top, but he inadvertently heard a loud noise from behind and looked back unexpectedly.

From what I can see, both hands of an earlier metal mass were chasing Lambert while striking the body against the wall.

Compared to when Domillione was there, the accuracy of the hand movements seemed to have dropped exceptionally.

Has the repair capability also been lost? The surface has peeled off, and the pinky finger is missing from the left hand.

But that hand's destructive power and velocity had just as much trouble with Lambert as it did.

Not to mention engaging in a collapsing labyrinth, which is out of the question.

Besides, in earlier battles, the paramount purpose of that hand was the protection of Domillione.

It was easy to imagine that now the hands of metal masses with nothing to protect would try to crush the lamveil with all their might.

"Persistent everywhere......"

Lambert dodges an impending right-hand attack by jumping forward.

My left hand approached me before I landed, so I hit the wall with a big sword and played myself to avoid it.

Flying in, the left hand taps the position where the rambale was to the brink.

The bill remained firmly on the floor.

Lambert stepped on the back of his left hand and placed the great sword on the upper stage as he jumped heavily upwards, aiming at the crack in the ceiling and sticking the blade out.

Keep landing over your left hand and kick your momentum and distance yourself.

The ceiling slashed by Lambert collapsed at once, sharp debris falling through the left hand of the metal mass, making it a skewer.

The left hand, unable to move, became invisible with the underlay of the collapsed ceiling.

The remaining right hand hits Rambal, but it's easy to deal with if you're one.

Originally, a coordinated attack by a two-handed golem was the biggest challenge.

Lambert grabbed the part of the blade of the great sword and hit him in the right hand with the pattern.

The Great Sword of Lambert was made for the Four Demons General, just like the armor, and is made of special alloys and weighs well beyond what it looks like.

Particularly the patterned part has a higher ratio of Demon Gold (organ) and is made heavier.

It is intended to reduce the user gap caused by centrifugal forces and the like by placing the center of gravity of the sword, which has an overwhelming weight, at least on the patterned side.

If you dare here to attack your enemies with a patterned bamboo, you can strike a sharp blow with a centrifugal force, though the gap increases.

It's just not as easy as writing it down in words.

With half-breed force, he is pulled by the centrifugal force that gives rise to the Great Sword and cannot even stand properly.

With as much power and sword skill as Lambert, this is the first time you can elevate to an effective method of attack.

Towards his right hand, a giant sword patterned bamboo swings down.

The right hand, which had been stripped of its coating because it had struck all over the aisle on the road, could not withstand that blow, and one of its fingers was choosen off the base.

But that doesn't end there.

The ensuing octagonal strike relentlessly crushes the right hand of the metal mass.

"Ahhhhh!

All fingers fall to the right hand of the metal mass, and Lambert's kick is released.

There was no way to guard or flush it already in my right hand.

Decent attacked, his right hand flew backwards and struck his armor against the wall, swallowed by rubble and buried.