Former General Is Undead Knight

In the central district of the city of Barailla, killings were carried out by the adventurers of the guild Silver Will, transformed into an undead.

Their attire, formerly based on white, is also now dirty in the colours of soil and blood, with no shadow of it.

My skin is also blue and white and I can't feel my body temperature.

There were no black eyes in his open eyes, and he was staring.

"Kihaha, Kihaha...... hahaha!

It was Michaela, the female guild master of The Will of Silver, who shook her jaw and laughed behind the mountain of corpses.

There were fine blood vessels floating in gray cloudy eyes.

neck that remains crooked. He was drooling his sword-shaking hand toward the ground sloppily.

There is no shadow in that figure that was called a sword-wielding goddess.

But it is clear from the corpse around her that the sword art has not been compromised from her lifetime.

On the chest of the body, a bright red hole was worn.

"... I didn't know it had been a catastrophe so far"

Glasco pulls out his long sword before meditating his eyes and calms down consciously for roughened breathing.

"Let's go! They're only thirty! Don't hesitate, smash it! In that way, I can't help you anymore!

The number of undead adventurers in "Silver Will" is thirty.

In contrast, there were nearly a hundred private soldiers of Count Mondo on this occasion.

No matter how much the "Silver Will" is an armed adventurer, there is a triple difference in power.

They were adventurers of "Silver Will," which was attacking the living indiscriminately, but had begun to turn to them for the appearance of a private army led by Glasco.

Engagement begins.

The adventurer who stood in front of Glasco was a skinny double-swordsman.

As a double-edged bartet, he was a swordsman of his life.

Glasco knew the face, too.

At ease, Bartet's figure shakes.

Right, left. That's how he packs his time to Glasco, and the two blades strike Glasco as he continues to stand.

Glasco played a second dozen forward, precisely with his sword, taking that streak.

Glasco, which is vastly inferior in skill, boasted an overwhelming strength against the skinny bartet in physique differences.

Bartet was holding back the recoil by successfully clamping the bounced force.

As it is, Glasco can regain his posture more quickly than he can wave a pursuit.

"Ananda, now!

"Ha!"

Ananda, a subordinate who was prepared for Glasco's diagonal rear, pops up and waves his sword on the flank of Bartet, who is incomplete in posture.

Bartet, who bent his arm on a piece of paper and received it with a single crack of his double sword, was shocked decently and his body tilted because his feet were not positioned adequately.

"Wow!

Glasco fires a powerful blow there.

Bartet slashed and skipped the left arm he raised for the guard and slammed the shock straight into his flank.

I felt a broken bone in my hand. Bartet's left arm while holding Bartet's sword fell to the ground and Bartet was falling on his back slightly further away.

"Okay, I can push it out in numbers..."

Glasco shrugged. That's when I heard a deafening laugh.

"Kihaha, Kihaha"

He is Michaela, guild master of "The Will of Silver".

Among them all with strength, her presence stands out.

Michaela was fluttering, but as she narrowed her target to Ananda, she bends her back extremely and runs straight.

"Hey Ananda, watch out!

Ananda puts the sword in her hand forward and restrains Michaela as she approaches.

Yes, I should have. But Michaela dived through the sword magnificently, sticking a sharply pointed one-handed sword straight through Ananda's chest.

Michaela's sword was specialized in poking and killing opponents.

Spikes are dot attacks, but are therefore the hardest to prevent and the quickest sword moves to release.

Michaela focuses on the spike.

Her penetration, which is extremed by her workouts, makes it difficult in itself to see the beginning.

"A, Ananda......"

Glasco shrugs.

There was a man standing up slowly, behind Michaela's back.

It is the bartet of the double sword, which should have inflicted mortal wounds earlier.

Blood is dripping without precipitation from Glasco's blown abdomen, with blood-coated organs exposed behind it.

But with all those injuries, he stood flat.

It should have fallen just as much as a battle force because it became one arm, but it was a nightmare story that the opponent who defeated him with his life at stake would rise up.

Glasco wasn't the only one in a bad situation.

Soon after it began, it was a dominant private army, but it was slowly decreasing its number before undead soldiers who would rise even if they were hurt.

Screaming from behind the glasco.

If he looked sideways, his men, who were guarding right behind Glasco, were nearly beheaded by the other undead and collapsed to the ground.

Only in numbers should have won, but if you noticed, Glasco was surrounded by undead in three directions.

"Damn, that's it... I did something that didn't fit the pattern. Should I have run away?"

Glasco exhales deeply and looks around.

When Glasco arrived, he was still blind to the remaining inhabitants.

"But I wonder why. Wonders and bad feelings!

Glasco wields the great sword and advances to Michaela.

Pin the back Michaela was leaning forward and align the tip of the sword to Glasco.

"Fuck the corpse!

Glasco swings up from out of time.

Michaela reaches out with her sword, as she responds.

If you release your sword at the same time, it is imperative that it is a thrusting move to reach the other's body first.

But Michaela, a swordsman to the extent of Glasco, can take his opponent's life before that sword is swept through, even after seeing him wave it.

Michaela's sword tip touches Glasco's body.

Glasco's sword was just above Michaela's head.

There was one major drawback in the battle, like Michaela's, with the spike on its axis.

That is in that even if you can take the opponent's life first, you cannot kill the momentum of the sword of the swinging opponent.

In the present situation, for example, after Glasco's death, his sword, which had been shaken, would strike Michaela directly in the head.

Michaela switched swords and crossed them as she slashed Glasco's abdomen.

Glasco's sword swings empty, slamming the ground. Glasco pokes his knee so that he loses the momentum of his own sword as it is.

"Ugh... K, shit..."

Immediate death was spared because Michaela gave up a spike to the heart area.

But there is no substitute for the situation. Instead, for not being able to take Michaela on the road, you can assume it's getting worse.

To Glasco's back, a one-armed bartet turns his sword.

Glasco stares at Bartet's face on his ass, ready to meditate firmly on his eyes.

There is a sound of a sword slamming the wind.

I hear meat and bones crumbling. Glasco wondered if that was the sound of his own body being slashed, but no pain.

Lift your eyelids, know that you are still alive, and look back slowly.

There is a red line in the middle line of Bartet.

Bartet pokes his knee and collapses to the ground. At that time, the left and right halves fell in different directions.

Behind it stood the big man of each armor.