Former General Is Undead Knight

With Lambert destroying the Dead Black Crystal, the undead adventurers of the guild Silver Will returned to just a body and fell asleep.

Lambert rolls at his feet, turning his eyes to the remains of the man who was protecting the Dead Black Crystal.

For now, this place is cleared up, but I can't grasp the scale of how many dead black crystals are manipulating the undead later.

Lambert shakes his head.

"We should have tortured him and pulled the information. We have to find the next guy."

The face of the private army cheers as the undead falls asleep.

So Glasco, who was squeezing his death force, fell into the spot.

Glasco was the limit at the time of Michaela's spike.

But as captain, you can't fall during an engagement.

I was inspired by Lambert and kept standing with that single-minded mind.

But after finishing the role, the thread of tension finally broke.

Glasco's men rush to Glasco in a big hurry.

"G, Lady Glasco!?

"Ugh... sorry, but I'm not going to be able to move any more. I'll take care of directing the evacuation of the people."

Lambert glanced at Glasco, but quickly turned his back without saying anything.

"Ah......! Oh, hey, big armor! Kissa... you, what the hell... who are you, hey! Whoa!"

Glasco squeezes his voice and calls to Lambert's back.

He breaks down and looks forward trying to stand up as he reaches out and gets his men to support him.

"It's Lambert Dracroix. Glasco, Private Leader, you weren't just a boring man."

Lambert stopped his leg and said so without looking back, he moved on again.

The face of the private army, headed by Glasco, was just in love with the overpowering back of Lambert's great armor.

- At the same time, in an abandoned site in the city of Barilla.

A woman with vertical joints was walking on her face, wrapped around a pitch-black robe.

The left side of the woman's face was neat, but the right side had no eyelids and her skin was rotten.

Besides, his mouth, his eyes, were clearly asymmetrical left and right, and he had a creepy face.

It's extra creepy for one side to be neat.

Behind the woman were two men following, dressed in the same robe.

Her name is Adamaria.

He is a half-faced witch and a feared sorcerer.

I usually had bandages wrapped around my face to hide them, but now I was exposing my grotesque right-hand side of my face because no inhabitants could afford to see my appearance and make a scene.

Adamaria was the best subordinate of the Eight Wise Men Manji, and his assistant, who tends to run wild when excited, was his primary role.

Trust within the organization is also thick due to the loss of head.

Half of the eight wise men, including Manzi, should not have a truly talkative humanity together.

For this reason, Adamaria was often contacted by Manzi.

To Adamaria, a giant beetle the size of a child approaches.

The back is patterned like a large eye, and the head is covered by the eyes of several people.

The eyeballs were irregularly directed toward the cod in each direction.

Adamaria puts her hand on the eyeball pattern on the back of the beetle.

"Tell me."

When Adamaria groans, the beetle's back glows and the light flows towards her so that it conveys Adamaria's arms.

This monster is a curse, built with magic research in The Flute Demon.

Precisely named the Demon Curse Worm, it is an organism like a mass of curses.

The Demon Curse Bug can move around quickly hiding the signs, as well as letting members of The Whistle Blowing Demon know what they saw via Mana.

It also has high sensing abilities.

As his own mana diminishes, he disappears silently, so can the 'whistle blower demon' be used unlimited, but still treasured in places where it is necessary to quickly grasp these wide-ranging events.

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Adamaria meditates on her left eye and conceives with a frown root.

Note that the face on the right does not move with tingling.

Two magicians, one of Adamaria's men, ask her for information with their eyes.

But Adamaria was worried about how she should convey the information she had obtained from the Demon Curse Worm.

What she gained from receiving the Mana of the Demon Curse Worm is the visual information that the Demon Curse Worm saw.

It was where the Great Armored Swordsman was turning slashing and laying down a large group of undead and tragically killing Manzi's men with the Dead Black Crystal in their hands.

The undead of the adventurer guild Ghost Ant Army, which relied on numbers, and the undead of Silver Will, which focused on quality, should have been a tactical imperative, have already been destroyed almost single-handedly by the Great Armored Swordsman.

Impossible. It was an impossible state to think about.

"You monster..."

Adamaria muttered so knowing the presence of a man of great armor.

It's too digit.

Long before I talked to my men, I was determined to significantly reschedule and discuss a man with great armor.

I just want Manzie to move directly for the big armored man's crusade, but Manzie prioritizes his own taste over the organization on a whim.

You look like an old man, but your personality is a whole child.

Adamaria thought it was more like a toddler crushing and drying bugs than a boy.

My utmost brutality, short circuit and selfishness.

Even from Adamaria's point of view, Manzi had a great lack of spiritual aspects to grow as a person.

Besides, if you say bad things to Manzie, even Adamaria, who has contributed to The Whistle Blowing Devil, could end up being decorated with a drugged brain marrow on her desk.

In fact, Adamaria had seen Manzi's men in those eyes many times.

"Apparently, there's been an element of uncertainty. Shall we put it in a trap ahead of the gap where the other one is distracted by the undead and dispose of it for sure?"

Adamaria said so to her own men, licking her mouth around with her tongue.