Former General Is Undead Knight

Fast advances by Lambert continued in the passage of Count Obock's residence.

Slash and lay down the private soldiers of Count Obock, one after the other.

The private soldiers surrounded and flew from all sides, but without a proper sword-wielding gap, they changed shape to an unbroken body in front of the great sword of Lambert.

Behind the frightened and stifling private soldiers, a captain, a big man yells.

"Kill him! What are you doing! Kill him! Anyone who escapes, I'll torture him later!

The big man was a large square head engraved with ancient wounds on both of them and had a tough look.

Rogue bottom.

He was usually responsible for the training of private soldiers, who were partitioned and moved during the extermination of demons and attacks on forces opposed to Count Obock.

He was a sadist and a creepy man, always leaking a grin while thinking about how to stifle the lower-end private soldier.

He had a good use of candy and whips and was good at controlling his men's emotions in the guise of a moodmaker.

The lower-end private soldiers fear Rogue Bottom, so much so that even the lives of their companions are slaughtered and thrown away flat in order to comply with orders.

But there was no such thing as normal room or charisma, just yelling and scattering like an infant.

"Captain Rogue Bottom......! I can't! This guy, he's not human!

One of the new American soldiers throws down his sword, pokes his knee on the floor and cries down.

"What? Which is scarier, me or that big armor?

The soldiers of the new America tremble on their shoulders.

Seeing how it was, Rogue Bottom loosened his strong expression of fear and anger slightly.

(Not yet... not yet, I can... If we let that armor through here, we'll be in line for Master Obock's office next time. Before I torture them, I'm gonna get busted by Master Obok. With such big armor, you can quickly get tired and make a definitive gap. It's a miracle it's moving now)

Long planted during training, loyalty to the Rogue Bottom is thick.

to violence, a prolonged state of tension. Exquisite compliments and rewards to the exhausted.

His head was in complete brainwashing by Rogue Bottom.

(At best it will be a meat shield, to a pawn to earn a gap... to earn a gap...)

Five new assaults on Lambert, all vertically twofold.

I can't see the sword muscle at all.

To Rogue Bottom, it just seemed like Lambert had used some high-ranking magic.

(Gap...)

Moving around with such great armor, there's no disturbance at all in Lambert's movements.

It was more obvious than to see the fire that my own men here alone could not stop the great armor.

"I'm more afraid of that big armor over there. Ugh!

Finally, a new American private soldier fled as he crawled down the floor.

Seeing that pitiful appearance, morale collapses and private soldiers flee one after another.

It was a moment when the fear of Rogue Bottom broke off for all my men.

"There are only two enemies. Ooh! Whoever slaughtered him, I'll advise Master Obok to put his eyes on him! There are only two enemies!

Rogue Bottom desperately calls on his men.

For this reason, the second enemy is Almel, the red dot of the former covert force, The Blade of the Dark Night, whose ears are suppressed behind Lambert to meditate hard on his eyes, kneeling down to the floor and shivering.

"Stop! Stop or I'll kill you! Stop. Eh!"

Rogue Bottom screamed so much blood from his throat to the back of his fleeing men.

But no one responds to Rogue Bottom's voice.

In no time, the passage was left with Lambert, Almel, Rogue Bottom and the unspeakable tragic bodies.

Behind the aisle, besides being a captain, the Rogue Bottom, which had been marked on Lambert, could not escape.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Rogue Bottom holds his sword and points his tip toward Lambert.

The tip of the sword is trembling.

One scale of the Haunted Instructor Rogue Bottom left no fine dust either.

Lambert slowly raises his sword.

Lambert's temper as an undead crushes the Rogue Bottom as a mighty pressure.

Rogue Bottom shook his body frighteningly and removed his sword.

"Oh, oh..."

When I rushed to pick it up, my legs clasped and poked my butt on the spot as it was.

Quickly circled to shelter his head, his breath heavily roughed. Rogue Bottom was a thought that his heart was going to burst because of palpitations caused by pressure.

"Poor man."

Lambert squeaks pale.

Usually if I listened to the pubic whispers, I would have been an absolutely sorry Rogue Bottom until I made my other men lynch their opponents into bodies that I couldn't move properly, but all this time I had no emotions other than fear.

Gently on the neck, the great sword is addressed.

"Have mercy! Have mercy!"

Rogue Bottom squeaked his stern face with tears, pleading desperately to Lambert in a wild voice.

A ruthless swordsman like the current demon couldn't possibly accept it, but still couldn't stop screaming.

"Fine, I'm not a ghost either. One warrior."

Lambert releases the sword from the neck of the Rogue Bottom.

"Huh...?

Rogue Bottom raised his coveted and tear-painted face and turned to Lambert in awe.

Before the Rogue Bottom, his removed sword is thrown clutteringly.

"Choose whether you want to hurt yourself or call me. I'll let you die a warrior. You must be proud to die like this."

It was Lambert's at least pure passion, pitiful of Rogue Bottom's too unusual appearance.

It's just that the way knights have been around since the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms has changed dramatically, and the values of pride in dying for the master, like Lambert's life at the time, are not at all, but they were fading and becoming obsolete.

Regardless, if a vicious lord like Earl Obock is on top, there is no way for his men to be the right minds.

For that reason, Lambert's words were so passionate that at the time of the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, the opponents cried and rejoiced, but sad or different values ended up ruthlessly raising and dropping the Rogue Bottom.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Rogue Bottom stretched out his trembling arm and took his sword as he stared at the floor.

Then slowly turn to your own abdomen.

"Uh-oh!

Then Rogue Bottom rose in momentum and drowned in tears and covetousness as he attacked Lambert.

That was too crude of a surprise to call it a curse.

Lambert silently slashed Rogue Bottom's torso.

An excessive upper body burst through the window and fell outside.

"Falling into cowardice, but preparing to reward the enemy with one arrow for the Lord is brilliant. Rogue Bottom, I'll remember your name."

Lambert, who bestowed an entirely misguided praise on Rogue Bottom, wrestled the Great Sword and turned back to Almel.

"It's over. Show them the way."

Almel snorted with dead eyes after glancing at the remains of his former companions.