Former General Is Undead Knight

It was about that night a few days later, when Lambert visited the face of the guild Dancing Sword and Count Mondo.

A group of ten people dressed in robes long enough to draw their feet were walking through the slums of the city Barilla.

Into an abandoned ruin with vigilance of the eyes, and take to its basement.

They take the long stairs and open the iron door.

In one room ahead, an old man sat in a chair.

He was an old man with white skin, thin, diluted, and badly pathological appearance.

His eyes are always narrowed like the Three Suns and Moons, and his bald head is long and has a different appearance.

Next to the old man stood a giant wrapped around a robe.

Its back length is such that it is likely to reach the ceiling.

I don't move one thing, I just stand next to an old man.

The arms and face peeking from the robe are covered in bandages and no skin can be peeked from anywhere.

On the wall, the bodies were slammed with piles.

The corpse was torn from the belly, and the organs were removed, and the arms were clasped, and so forth.

Even on the desk where the old man was headed, he was stripped of his heavenly skin and cut off his skull, placing a human head that exposed his brain.

There were many needle-like stabs in the brain, and the brain was discolored to a poisonous green.

"Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, are you done?

The old man looks back with his creepy voice.

A tall man at the head of a group of robes bowed his head and poked his knee.

Next, the folks behind him bow their heads as well and poke their knees.

"Ha, Master Eight Sages Manzi! We've investigated the power of adventurers in the western part of the city of Barailla, but there's nothing to keep in mind."

"Oh hey, oh hey. Ho ho, ho ho..."

The anti-national sorcery organization Whistleblowing Demon had eight top executives known as the Eight Wise Men.

One of them is the death magician Manzi.

(viii) Many of the wise men avoid conspicuous action, but Manzi had caused many major incidents, the notoriety of which was known throughout the Kingdom of Legions.

The size of the corpse that could be manipulated simultaneously in death manipulation was limited to five at best.

But Manzi had an unusually high total amount of mana, and he was also a madman's domain, as he had gone into death manipulation.

Manzi's death manipulation can manipulate and serve up to five hundred corpses on its own.

It had the most stringent conditions, and although it was inferior in number in action, it was clearly out of place.

Even though he is an expert in contraindicated witchcraft, "The Whistling Demon," among the Eight Wise Men, there is nothing lined up in Manzi with the scale of death manipulation, its obsession.

He is also the worst and most feared sorcerer and Phantom in the Kingdom of Legions because of his victimization and brutality.

Manzi was originally born of the nobility of the Kingdom of Legions.

But by the time he was born, his strange appearance had already appeared.

Spills and an ugly head swollen up like a tumor.

He said the one he was with had collapsed on the spot.

As soon as he was born, he was hidden underground so that he could not be seen.

Manzie was educated, even while she was trapped underground.

But that turned out to be more of a disaster.

Manzie was the first sorcery she used when she was a child, tragically killing the young sorcerer she had been invited to.

But his mother, who realized that Manzie had a magic deal, was rather pleased with it.

It was a pleasure to have had a deal with the unfortunate Manzie, who had spent much of her life underground since birth.

It was a distorted affection.

Manzie's parents used their position to hide the case and, one after the other, invited a magician lecturer.

And Manzie killed one magic instructor after another, servants and children invited as playmates.

Eventually, interest shifts from witchcrafted violence to corpses.

You start to dismantle the person you killed and dye your hands against contraindication magic.

And one day, I killed all my parents, the servants of the hall, and the private soldiers.

Kill what you see and turn it into an undead, and the undead makes another body.

No magician, no soldier, no hands or feet on Manzi who was in the hall.

Manzie said she left the hall slowly, surrounded by the undead, punching her hand and laughing.

It was when Manzie was only fifteen.

Manzie, now over seventy, has deepened his vision of death manipulation through outrageous research, and his witchcraft arm is also skilled every day at this age.

Neither does Mana know that when she reaches this age, she still fades.

The strength, the threat, is not the ratio at the time.

"Now later, if you get a report from another reconnaissance, you can proceed with the plan as you should. Drop the city of Barilla where the Alliance of Leading Adventurers gathers and sharpen the power of the Kingdom of Legions... Now the boss will be delighted..."

"Yo ho ho ho... I don't care about that"

Manzie says that much, crawling her long tongue around her mouth and laughing excitedly.

"Ha...?

"I want to see it. Where this city will be painted undead... oh, oh, come on, come on, come on, come on, be spectacular...? Oh, come on, I wonder if the other scouts will be back soon... I really don't care what happens to this land or what happens to the 'whistling demon'. If you can get a lot of bodies. Yo ho, yo ho ho, yo ho ho. Looking forward to it... oh, looking forward to it..."

Manzie roughed her breath, restless with the needle in her hand, and scratched around the brain of the wreck on her desk.

Gucci, gucci, the sound sounds.

"………………"

Manzi's man, Robe, was also trembling at the words and pulling his body back naturally.