Former General Is Undead Knight

It was Hector who moved first.

He traveled to a position where he wouldn't get in between Lambert's huge sword and tried to see how the other guy came out.

But a moment earlier than I could travel, my instinct to survive the plight of hectors rang the alarm.

Hector shifted his center of gravity and landed early, placing his sword in front and jumping back.

Lambert's sword crushes where Hector should have stood in the next moment.

Reinstall at a speed almost untraceable to the eye and quickly release the poke and step forward.

Hector killed the shock by blocking it with a blade of sword and using the momentum to back it up with his toes on the ground.

But at the price of that, the blade of the sword used by Hector for the guard was scattered unbroken.

He was dead.

Now, if there was anything that didn't get me to my movements at all, I'd be dead twice.

There is no respite immersed in its aftermath, and Lambert hangs on to further pursuits.

Hector pulled two swords out of his sheath, while dropping his sheath to the ground.

"I don't think it's a good time to look at things."

Hector is a double swordsman.

But it's been a long time since anyone could stand up to each other.

"How about this!

Against Rambal's divine speed, Hector stands by only two swords, talent, and sensibility.

Read and dodge Lambert's sword muscles in a way that almost seems plausible.

More than the former, Hector was a man who had always improved himself in his battle with those above him and, at the end of the day, kept winning.

Before the overwhelming power of Lambert, Hector's movements were also approaching its divine domain.

Hector dodged Lambert's triple hit.

Hector himself didn't think he could make the move.

Inspiration and excitement for his own movements had created brain drugs and he was immersed in pleasure.

I can see things I shouldn't have seen before and move far beyond my own flesh.

Pain and exhaustion are also swallowed by the vortex of excitement and now I feel nothing.

Shortly after Lambert wielded the Great Sword, there should have been a slight stiffness.

Shortly after dodging, we should be able to poke that gap and send a spike to the narrow joint of the armor.

But instinct tells.

Even if you feel like you've poked a gap in your opponent, if you turn to attack, your body will be turned into two straight at the next moment.

Jump up to dodge the Rambal sword, twisting and rotating your body to prepare for Rambal's next attack.

Kick and distance again the tip of the great sword slammed into position as expected.

Hector's standing floor explodes by a Rambal blow.

Hector instinctively sensed that the attack was coming there, but Lambert's present gesture, in itself, was completely invisible.

Hector himself, I can't give a clear reason why I could have avoided it.

If the same thing comes next, it will be impossible to avoid it again.

It was by far the fastest blow of all the slashing.

Lambert restarts his sword, which he waves down, then tilts his helmet armor and gives his gaze to Hector.

Lambert himself was going to decide on this attack.

"Brilliant."

A short praise is sent by Lambert.

Hector was also honestly pleased in his heart with the praise given by the overwhelming strong, though hostile, to each other.

With a moment's rest in the exchange of life with a tremendous density, Hector rests his mind and organizes information.

I felt that moment in the hectors now, every ten seconds or a minute.

"Kukuku... Kukuku..."

It was usually a hector that had become emotionless at the price of continued exposure to the danger of life at an early age, but it had preceded Lambert, immersed himself in the excitement of the taking of life and exposed his emotions.

Blue and white skin is stained red by rushing blood, and blood vessels are raised in the arms and face.

The streak of excessive excitement and movement beyond its own limits was irrelevant to the hectors today, which were stretched with great strain on the body of the hectors but did not feel pain or weight.

Whatever happened to me after this battle was over, I had no interest in Hector right now.

From Hector's nose there was daze and blood.

But I'm not even willing to wipe that.

Hector unbuckles his sword and laughs as he drips his arms.

Lambert went along with it, lowering only slightly the sword he had erected.

"Now I know! Sure, you are, Lambert Dracroix! Otherwise, there's no explanation for Keung Yee so far! I never really thought I could be so overwhelmed with a sword! It's great, Ome, it's great!

Without even hiding the excitement, Hector screams.

"I feel like we've been slashing each other forever, but if we prolong it, I'm the one who's gonna wear out. As much as I know that."

As Hector put it, he was full of slaughter of Lambert.

I can't afford to attack you at all.

The same goes for the magic gold (organ) armor that covers Lambert, even without it, because he knew it was possible to die the moment he went on the attack.

It was a very difficult state to be able to fight truly.

"So let me put you on a turnaround offense! Lambert Dracroix!"

Approaching the divine realm while meeting with Lambert, Hector had found further heights in his sword moves.

Hector had mastered the stunning 'Forty-Nine Sword Rains' that Kensei had knitted out and communicated to his descendants, but he did not think it was a move that could be used for Rambal.

Because in the first place, it's not a move that envisages an opponent protected by such a large armor.

"Forty-Nine Swords Rain" is a move that reduces the opponent's choices by continuing to slash him from himself and strikes out an inevitable streak by keeping the opponent in its range choosing a movement that cannot be properly countered, a move that has been dubbed the complete system of swordsmanship, the most unbroken stunt in the history of swordsmanship.

However, it is almost impossible to break the center of gravity because the lambale covered in armor does not need to be forced to protect the body, besides the armor and the giant that supports it.

Therefore, dealing with Lambert requires a great deal of improvement.

I thought it was impossible, such as knitting it out in battle.

However, Hector's talent, extreme excitement, and the technology of the sword, boosted by Rambal, has rebuilt Forty-Nine Swords and Rain, making it a more sophisticated series of shots against Rambal, and completed it as True Forty-Nine Swords and Rains in battle.

Because I'm inspired by "Forty-Nine Swords and Rains," which just assumes it's a slashing move from me, I needed to let Lambert prevent a blow first.

Normally, no matter how powerful the difference is to the extent of releasing a blow to prevent it, that's enough if you punch it into the towing mood from the outside of the intermission.

But if you poorly engage with the great sword wielded by Lambert's rigid arms, the sword will be broken.

If there was anything at all sweet about the movement, it was also easy to imagine that the great sword of Lambert would amputate itself as it was.

Count Obock, whose own life is at stake, had just spotted it before the very out-of-the-box level of battle that could be waged today.

Nevertheless, to the Earl of Obock, Lambert had not been able to grasp the grain nor the motion of Hector properly.

That was the same thing with Almel, who followed Lambert and went into the game late.