Former General Is Undead Knight

Glasco flashes a blurry vision and reaffirms the figure of the armored man who appeared unexpectedly.

You can't even look at it wrong.

He is a terribly strong, streaming swordsman who has made himself scratch shame many times.

"... you are..."

With Glasco's weakened face, he looks up at Lambert's giant.

There was an uncontrollable aversion in that eye.

Lambert's arm stretches to Glasco.

Glasco, who remembered being beaten twice so badly by Lambert, tried to skew his face back.

But not long before Glasco avoids, Lambert's arm grabs Glasco.

Large glascoes were easily pulled up with one arm and forced to stand.

"Ugh..."

Once again, Baltet's two tragic bodies shifted to Glasco's eyes.

A struggling opponent of his own is now turning into an unspeakable piece of meat.

(This big armor... I knew it was so strong, but I didn't know it was this far...!

Fear of Lambert's overwhelming power, as well as his own overlapping and seemingly incompetent.

(... This man woke me up on purpose and what did he come to say? He would also have come to curse that it was useless. To such an unscrupulous drifter... even though he remained passionate, it was still somewhat better to die, such as being helped by a sword-targeted opponent)

Glasco puts a lot of effort into his arms.

"You're starting to look a little better. Let's withdraw the previous words."

Lambert's hand gently touches the shoulder of the powerful Glasco.

"Become..."

To the baffling Glasco, Lambert continues his words.

"You can still move. Quickly, give instructions to the others. Beyond here is not the end. We still have the enemy's hands spread."

Having said that, Glasco was just getting his abdomen thrust with a sword.

Sure, it didn't seem like a fatal injury.

But consciousness dazzles. My vision is also hanging. Standing was the limit.

"What I can do..."

"That can't be right. Aren't all the Count's private soldiers following you? You said it was a loss, but it's a lot of morale. You're gonna keep fighting, aren't you? Then the general must never fall. My men will get lost."

Lambert says that much, walks out with his back to Glasco, and sets up a great sword.

Glasco often stared at Lambert's back.

But soon Lambert's words came back to his head, raising his sword loudly, and shouting as much as he could.

"Oh, you're safe! We can still fight. Whoa! You! The enemy is a little different, but a little more!

Glasco's men raise their ambitions all over the battlefield and answer his voice.

Enough was enough to regain the momentum we were frustrating.

Before Lambert stood Michaela, the female guild master of "Silver Will".

"Kihaha, Kihaha... Kihaha!

The staring eye is directed toward Lambert.

"So you're going to hide? Unfortunately, my eyes can follow the flow of mana to some extent"

Lambert stares at the pile of corpses over Michaela.

A small fat man appears, wrapped in a pile of corpses and a robe painted with blood.

He had black and demonic glowing crystal balls, dead black crystals in his hands.

The man licks blood on his cheeks that belongs to no one.

"Go back, woman. Follow my escort."

Michaela takes quick backsteps.

Down to the side of the man in a light motion. The tip of the sword remains aligned with the rambal.

The man strokes Michaela's hair, letting her tongue pass on to her cheeks, and then laughs with a shoulder clasp.

A man's face peeks from the robe.

He was an ugly looking man with an ugly pimple hanging from his right temple on his lips.

"Kehaha, Kehaha, Kehaha"

Michaela bent her back and pulled her sword, backed by a mad laugh that didn't make her feel intelligent, stopping her movement perfectly in a beautiful position.

Robe's man said he was spotted hiding, but didn't see much upset.

There seemed to be room somewhere.

"This woman is quite usable. I can't say, I'm glad you left this area to me. I'll make you my pet, even after you've escaped and crushed your frustrations safely."

Michaela's, rubbing her messy blonde hair as the man says.

Lambert kicks the ground and approaches Michaela.

"Oh, great armor! To Michaela in that position, don't hit me from the front!

Glasco gives advice to Lambert.

But Lambert won't stop going straight.

Look and then move. Divine Speed Return moves that maximize the speed of the spike.

It is the stunning 'fallen moon' of the backhand must-win, knitted by his lifetime Michaela in battle.

The aim is to ensure that the other sword penetrates the steeple before it is waved down.

It has a huge disadvantage: it has an enormous effect, but it needs to remain completely stopped because if it moves, it will be a gap.

The man's margin came from Michaela's undead performance.

From the time I was investigating it beforehand, I had my eye on the beauty and strength of Michaela.

Whatever her stunt, "The Falling Moon," I also knew.

"The sword arm seemed to stand, but it sounded like you were just an idiot from the neck up"

A man laughs.

Lambert waves his sword up loudly against Michaela.

I went into Michaela's time. Michaela leaves forward as she flips her wrist.

The tip of the sword follows the shortest path to Lambert.

A man hoists the end of his mouth and laughs.

But the next moment, Michaela was being bounced backwards as she wiped up a blood splash from her body.

Left arm, shoulder-to-shoulder. slammed to the ground, opening the left right arm wide.

Beside it, his left arm, with his sword in his grip, fell and rolled.

Michaela tries to wake her upper body, even as she spasms her body heavily.

But along the way he shivered his shoulders, falling to the ground like a man with a broken thread, and stopped moving.

It was much faster than Michaela's stunning 'fallen moon' poke, the massive swing that Lambert unleashed from the front.

"Baba, stupid! This... this can't be happening! At a rate that can be put out to humans..."

"I'm sorry, but this has been forever."

Rambal, who broke through the escort, stands in front of the man in a diagonally dripping position with the great sword.

A man screams small and retreats.

Then, as I recall all along, I offered the dead black crystal in my hand to Lambert.

"This is it, isn't it? Hey, you want this, don't you? It's really just a coincidence that I became one of Master Manzi's men... Missed, missed..."

A blow of the sword unleashed by Lambert as he swept up beautifully crushes the Death Black Crystal.

The man's head, which was on the extension line, flew as light as the rotten fruit that had fallen to the ground.

The undead around the area trembles and collapses to the ground.

Cheers come from the private soldiers.

Lambert realized that the evil pregnant mana that was standing around him faded rapidly, putting the Great Sword back into its sheath.