Former General Is Undead Knight

Count Obock's Hall was located on the central side of the city of Einsas.

Due to the remnants of a time when the war was active, and the structure of the building to form walls alongside each other to prevent the incursion of external enemies, the central part becomes the safest place when there is a lot of war.

This is from generation to generation and not limited to modern times, but it also seemed to Lambert like a symbol of Count Oboch's obsession with preservation.

On the other side of the huge outer wall, a white painted elegant building was seen.

It was two stories tall, but it spread wide beside it, and it had a castle-like style.

Lambert looks at Count Obock's residence and stops moving.

(Well, where do we attack from. I wish Almel and I knew the way out, but aren't we a little short of time to get accurate information? Even while doing this, it's not something that I found out what Gelman is getting into)

Surviving Armel, a covert unit walking in front of Lambert, the Dark Night Knife, saw Lambert's movement stopped and wondered if now might be his last chance.

Lambert threatened me, and I've come this far, but it's visible that just the two of us got on board, and we'll be caught in no time.

Count Obock's residence has a basement.

The interior is slightly different from the brilliant terrestrial hierarchy there.

Most of them are just warehouses, but some of them are torture rooms.

It's in front of the building to threaten the hostiles and defeat the traitors, but it's actually largely due to Count Obock's taste.

Almel absolutely wanted to avoid only being brought into that room over there.

But if we keep lending a hand to Lambert's overly reckless entry, that will undoubtedly be the first inescapable future.

If you escape, Lambert will slaughter you on this occasion.

I knew clearly that Almel, who had seen his ripeness at that early age, would not be able to escape first.

If it follows, Count Obock's men will take you to the torture room.

(... here, we have to do it)

If only I could kill Lambert, Count Obock would have a face as well.

Rather, it is a handle.

Now Lambert seemed alarmed by Almel.

Almel stood at Lambert's blind spot and got his hands on his nose, gripping the silver needle he was hiding.

(I just have to finish it off with one shot)

Almel holds his breath and thinks about where he punches into Lambert.

But the more I look at it, the less gaps there are in Demon Gold (Organ) armor.

At best, it is the limit to throw it into the knee joint and take your leg and run away.

And most importantly, Almel was beginning to wonder if this man really had a silver needle to go through.

Even the silver needle released entirely from the blind spot by Heilzart, captain of The Blade of the Dark Night, Lambert paid off lightly.

The interpersonal combat technique with Almel's needle was knocked in from Heirzat.

Will I succeed in fulfilling the hand of my master Heirzat?

A sweat floats in Almel's hand.

When he breathed heavily, Lambert looked back at Almel.

Almel shook his shoulders frighteningly and turned away.

"Hey, nothing..."

Lambert opened his mouth as Almel tried to excuse him.

"I guess, I didn't feel like killing"

Almel heard it and felt the power in his body fall out.

That's what made me realize that I had given up killing the man in front of me before I held the needle.

"You said there was a torture chamber in the basement. Where's Count Orbok?

"If it's time now... it's the torture room, otherwise it's the office"

Almel had already given up on lying to Lambert.

(It's likely the torture chamber where Germain and other 'Spirit Dusk' faces are caught... should we give Count Obock priority over that one? If even the Count does something about it, it doesn't matter what happens later. Conversely, whether we try to rescue them here or even miss Count Obock, we just put off time)

"... it's impossible to assassinate the Count. Sure, there are back doors and emergency escape routes, but there are surveillance soldiers on all of them. Wherever you enter from, you will soon be surrounded by the Count's men"

"I thought that would be the place. If we're going in from anywhere, we're not going in from the front."

"Right...... eh?

Lambert turned his back on Almel and walked out to the main entrance of the wall.

"What's the matter? Follow me quickly. I will leave the guidance to you. [M] You can't be lost in there."

"Yes, no... just when I get in from that place... I'm surrounded in no time..."

"You're the one who said it wouldn't change anywhere. If you can find it anyway, it's better to go in from the front than hide there and catch it before you can escape. It's overwhelmingly inferior to the local interest."

As declared, Lambert forced himself to grab the reluctant Almel and enter through the main gate.

Soon the gatekeeper noticed and approached Lambert.

He switched the spear he had in his hand and pointed the part of the blade towards Lambert.

"What are you! You know this is the Count's Hall!

Lambert pulled his arm and unleashed every sheath of the great sword upon the man at the gatekeeper.

The tip of the sheath pierced the gatekeeper's chest, bouncing his body backwards.

"Ha-ha-ha!

The man punched his back against the wall and bled.

I meant to push it as lightly as I could from a lambale, but not for a man.

The metal mass had just been plunged into the chest, and the sternum had been broken.

"Whatever. I'm here for the Count."

Lightly Lambert speaks out.

Soon enough, a fuss broke out and a private soldier from Count Obock showed up from here and there and ran to Lambert.

Nearly thirty private soldiers appeared and surrounded Lambert and Almel from here and there.

"So! That's why I told you it was so reckless!

While recognizing that Almel was not in such a position, he couldn't help but shout out his displeasure.

"This is with the big man in the armor in the report... isn't it Armel in the covert unit over there? What," The Demonic Golden Dragon "was damaged? Is it okay that being close together means you betrayed me?

Yes, it was the tall, all-back, brunette man in the rear row of the private soldiers who spoke to the Rambales.

He had a handsome face, but ruthlessness seeped out of the back of his eyes.

"Ma...... Markido!? By the way..."

Almel opens his eyes and stares at the man.

Is the man known as Marchido no longer interested in Almel individuals, he counted Almel and Lambert with his fingers, put his hands on his chin, and sighed boringly.

"Hmm... just the two of us. Don't end it right away."

After observing Lambert as if he were going to do the ordinance, he slapped his hand heavily and caught the interest of the other soldiers.

"Hey guys, why don't we play a game. The contents... right. How about cutting a piece of your body out of that stupid intruder and traitor? Arms, feet, fingers. Finely chopped is welcome, but let's just say it's against the rules to cut it from a corpse. Look, you're gonna have to cut it off from the living. Depending on the part, let me give you a prize."

The man, called Marchido by Almel, said so with a nagging laugh.

Those around them react to the word and cheer humbly.

- Marchid Marvelan.

He is currently the head of the Guard in the Private Corps of Count Obock.

There was a tendency to be an abusive hobby and a bad habit of making combat and torture the subject of the game.

Count Obock and I were relatives and had some preference, and we had considerable room in financial terms.

"I'll do it!

"Don't you dare pull me in!

Five soldiers quickly received the words of Marchid and flew to Lambert and Almel with us.

"Oh, it's over..."

Almel shrugged small, taking out the silver needle that was befitting his nostrils and pointing it towards his own neck.

Lambert pulled the great sword out of his sheath and wielded it gently vertically.

It was a simple move, but with so much speed, only as Lambert pulled out the great sword and immediately behaved, did the habitual people present know.

Five soldiers approaching Lambert and Almel stop the movement perfectly.

What I watched from close proximity to that unusual sight felt something unpleasant while not being able to see through Lambert's movements, blued his face and silenced.

After a moment, five necks hung from Lambert fell on the decoy and on the spot.

Blood erupts, one body falls, another.

"... hmm?

I had no idea what had happened to Marchido, who was in the back row, and raised a loose voice between them with his arms together.

"Only thirty..."

Before the frightened soldiers, Lambert looks around and counts the numbers.

Then I slowly pulled the sword out again and set it up.

"Don't be done right away."

To Lambert's words, Marchid was stunned.

Moving forward tremendously as Rambale unleashes his second and third swings.

The flesh of the mutilated soldier flies.

"Hey, what are you doing! Come on, kill him! I'll give you as much money as you want! Kill him! Kill him!

Marchid's words are also vain, and the soldier approaching Lambert turns into an exhausting meat mass.

"Quick... get him, quick...! How many of us do you think there are! If you surround him and kick him out of the blind spot, he should be able to get up with that stupid big, heavy armor..."

Marchido said that far and shut his mouth.

With that stupid, big, heavy looking armor, Lambert was moving around in a judicious fashion, slapping and slashing Markido's men.

While Marchid was grumpy, his men on both sides of Marchid were slashed by Rambal and lay down on the spot.

From Marchido's face, come on - it's drawing a lot of blood.

"Ugh... whoa, whoa, whoa!

Marchido waves his sword barking.

Lambert flaunts it.

As Marchid tried to put his strength into his sword gripping hand in pursuit of Lambert, his sword and his torn fingers fell to the ground.

The intense fever-like pain that came late eroded the marchid.

"Ahhh! Hot! Oh, oh, oh! Wow, my... my fingers! Oh, oh!

Marchido crawls to the ground and claws his right finger with his left hand, which was safe.

"Would the reward have bounced if I had cut it fine?

Lambert asks Marchid, who becomes half frenzied and roughs up his breath.

"Hey, I'll give you as much money as I want. Here, here, here. Connect this..."

Before Marchid ran out, the great sword of Lambert doubled his body vertically.

Lambert strikes a pale sword as he bathes in returning blood.

"Now, it's only a matter of time before my break-in gets into Count Obock's ear. Hey, Almel, show me around."

Almel was trembling as she sat down on the spot before the massacre, which had been tolerated.

The silver needle I was taking out for self-harm had also fallen out of the gap between my trembling fingers.