Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert had followed the signs of the Dead Black Crystal and had taken to The Sleeping Land of Unnamed Heroes, the graveyard of the adventurers of the city Barilla.

This is a graveyard under the control of the Lords, and if an adventurer was a member of the Adventurer Guild, he could have buried here in exchange for the property left at the discretion of the Guild.

Many adventurers are streamers and distant from their origins.

There are also many who are not close.

Many of those adventurers are buried in this' Sleeping Land of Unnamed Heroes'.

But few adventurers know when they're going to die do the savings.

There are also many colleague adventurers who shut up to officials and get their hands on artifacts.

This' Sleeping Land of Unnamed Heroes' is not intended for profit, but has a strong salvation connotation: it is pathetic that the bodies of adventurers who have given their lives and fought for the peace of their peoples and the development of their territories, and whose lives have been scattered, are not even properly buried.

Lambert didn't know about it, but he carelessly guessed the background from the statue of a brave warrior bearing the sword that was at the entrance and the many cheap material graves, poorly maintained dirty graves.

Behind the graveyard, there was only one unusual, large grave.

It was the buried tomb of the hero from which this graveyard was created.

Hildias Armgrain, a past hero of the city Barailla.

Forty years ago, he was an adventurer who contributed to protecting the city of Barailla from the invasion of a herd of warcraft, when he allegedly lost his life.

Around the tomb, nearly twenty men and women, restrained in their bodies with ropes and covered in hemp bags on their heads, some of them desperate with their chests decided.

And they were made with the blood and flesh of the slain, a great magic formation is depicted.

That's how Lambert decided that the humans brought in were supposed to be for some sorcery activation.

There were two men right in front of the grave.

One was a man wrapped in a pitch-black robe, lean like a reaper, sitting in front of a grave.

In your hand, there is a dead black crystal that emits a suspicious glow.

And a big man with earthy skin stands to protect the man.

I'm not angry with my eyes.

A man as skinny as a reaper sees Lambert with a perky tongue.

"... indeed, Master Adamaria is right. You show up like you're after him."

That's what I say, a man gets up.

"But it was a failure to come here. Look at this style. Omae, are you a drifter to see where you were supposed to be investigating for a while and Master Adamaria didn't grasp it either? But you must have heard about the name. Hero, Master Hildias. Hiccup, if this happens to our heroes, it's our hands and feet. I heard you're an out-of-digit strength... Now, which one is the out-of-digit, the legendary hero?

When a man says, the big man - Hildias, a past hero of the city's Barailla, raises his big mouth, raises a hazy growl, and shakes up his axe.

"Phew... phew... phew!

"Come on, see how legendary heroes are doing! Let's go for a test drive! Hahahahaha! The hero's body is being used by a grave rave to destroy a city... that's a pretty good sarcasm for my taste!

Hildias advances from the giant to Lambert at an unimaginable speed.

He kicked the ground and jumped up. Fly in low altitude to Lambert.

I thought I'd jump as it were, and Hildias' giant flips heavily in the universe, wielding a great axe in precise motion, from an anomalous direction.

It is a first look move that does not allow you to read the axe track at the same time as poking the opponent's intentions.

Another massive blow with the centrifugal force of rotation and the weight of Hildias' giant on it was a move that fully exploited his advantages.

An awesome velocity-ridden axe takes aim at Lambert's head.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! Okay, that's good!

The man laughs.

At the next moment, the tip was detached from Hildias' shoulder.

A big axe with his arm on it stabbed him to the ground.

This is followed by the collapse of Hildias' body, whose body is twofold, before Rambale.

"Is...?

Lambert looks down at Hildias' body.

The pseudo-flesh, which seemed to have been made of magic, peeled off, and the thick, almost earthy bones of Hildias, became dewy.

The man, with incredible eyes, stares at Lambert and makes his body tremble.

"It was me who won. Now it's time to sleep in peace, Hildias."

Neither was the hero of the city of Barilla, forty years ago, far from the hero of the War of Eight Unification, two hundred years ago.

"And so do you, the innocent grave-raider."

A dead black crystal fell to the ground from the hand of a man stared at by a lambale.

"Hey, why...?

From a man, I had no idea what it meant at all.

Hero Hildias is undoubtedly the strongest warrior as an undead to resurrect in this raid on the city of Barilla.

It is so unreasonable that it is so lightly instantaneously killed.

I can only wonder if there has been any error in the necromancy of resurrection.

But even so, Hildias' movement, without deception, was first-rate as a warrior.

The man was neglected in the White Soldier War, but so much in Hildias' extravagant and precise movements that he unexpectedly remembered the excitement.

"Why... why..."

A man rises up with a curse.

He then turned his attention to the human being who was falling all around him, and distorted his licence, thinking that if he were to be held hostage, he would have a good opportunity.

Obsessed, he lifts the neck of one person who was nearby and sticks the blade up.

"Oh, more than that! Get close!"

"Oh, we don't need to get any closer"

The voice came from right behind the man.

Within a moment of the man's attempts to take hostage, Lambert was approaching behind the man with his handsome feet.

"Ha, help!

Lambert's sword slashed the man from his brain.

It was instant death. A man falls while spraying blood from the cutting surface.

Lambert gently waved the great sword and flew his blood back to the sheath.