Former General Is Undead Knight

Adamaria stares at the monster as she unwraps the restraint and enters the battle position.

Adamaria was going to know.

A man who is almost single-handedly crushing this major battle force says he is a monster.

But they still noticed that they didn't recognize it enough.

The man standing at present was something more than a monster.

"No more! At least protect Master Adamaria!

"We'll buy you time! Dear Adamaria, let Manzi know about this...!

Set up a cane, and two of Adamaria's men stand in front of Rambal.

Adamaria began her escape opposite Lambert.

Adamaria understood clearly.

That the success or failure of this raid depends on whether the current armored swordsman can be killed or not.

As long as that armored swordsman is alive, this battle power will only be shredded over time.

As soon as possible, I needed Manzie to deal with it.

Lambert silently rebuilt the Great Sword.

"Don't be in time, that's our limit."

A man standing behind the two urges them to give advice.

Asked, he nods with a glance at Lambert.

Soon, Lambert, who shook the Great Sword diagonally, was approaching to this day.

From the back of their throats, who were uttering brave words of self-sacrifice, a scream is raised.

Before the great sword that Lambert shook down, the two upper bodies gathered together and flew.

The upper body thrown into the universe falls to the ground and bleeds a good amount of blood from the cutting surface.

The last of Adamaria's men, standing on the cane, retreats jizzily, pointing the trembling cane tip towards Lambert.

"Ah... ah..."

"What's up? You're gonna shoot me?

The distance between the man and Lambert is still open.

It was entirely a magician's time.

The best opportunity was supposed to be the moment Lambert slashed the previous two.

The man missed it.

But even now, in this time in favor of the sorcerer, there would still have been a winning chance.

At this distance, magic can be exercised twice before a regular swordsman approaches.

The man was conscious so that his heart could calm down.

Hold your breath and keep pointing your cane tip toward Lambert, conscious of trying to calm down the disturbing spirit at all.

"Ugh... Wow!

A man threw down his cane and fled in a different direction from Adamaria.

(Armored Swordsmen always aim for Adamaria, the head...!

Then it was a despicable idea that I could escape.

But it's not blameworthy in general. If you run off with Adamaria, you'll definitely be knocked dead by the two of them collectively.

It had been proven by the previous two that it made no sense to stand up to them.

"That's unusual. All you had to choose was to die."

Lambert, who cuts it off as sweet, was arrogant in a way.

With his voice, the man, who somehow learned that the armored swordsman was coming towards him, screamed.

Gently manipulate the Great Sword with one arm.

The cage hand's arm is extended wide, and a huge murder blade pierces the heart from the man's back, cutting the bone and right shoulder straight off and out of the top.

Kick the desperate man in the ass and change direction quickly, continuing to follow Adamaria, who became one of the last.

Adamaria fell big where there was nothing.

If you think of something, you can see your knee is cramped.

I couldn't move my legs because of fear.

"Phew, phew... this me, fear... phew... It's like this, isn't it, little girl?"

Adamaria whispers and mocks herself.

Death was already enlightened. I don't even feel sorry for falling. It was impossible to escape from there, no matter how I scratched my feet.

Lambert sets up a great sword and approaches Adamaria.

Adamaria leaves her knees on the ground, pointing her cane tip toward Lambert.

At the next moment, the heavens and earth of Adamarian vision were reversed.

A severe pain runs on my arm and my wand flies away. When he swept his arm with his sheath, he realized he was late.

Then a sound rang from the mistletoe and the arm. Lambert's knee was holding Adamaria's arm back.

Obviously, the bones were crushed.

Lambert's sword was slammed to Adamaria's nostrils.

"Manzi and I seem to be your heads. Tell this to Master Manzi...? Apparently, the worm you were talking about doesn't make you feel comfortable using it."

"... kill me. I'm sorry, but it's not as bad as spitting out information."

That being said, Adamaria puts her hands on the right half of her own face to show the peeled, alien appearance of its skin.

"It was when the Kingdom Inquisition caught me. But I cut through the white...... eventually, I even succeeded in escaping!

Kingdom Inquisition is a contraindicated sorcery organization established for the purpose of eradicating sorcery organizations and sorcerers for the purpose of studying and exercising contraindicated sorcery.

This contradictory policy of controlling evil through evil has been formed by a gathering of high-ranking magicians who are not allowed to follow in the kingdom.

The Inquisitor's information is kept secret, but it is an organization with somewhat black rumours, such as death row inmates changing their faces to serve as part of it, there are generations who were studying immortality at the King's behest, and they have burned down one territory for wrongdoing.

However, much of its activity was not on the table, and the 'whistling demon' was also hostile.

Once caught, it was assumed that he could never escape alive if later found guilty.

But Adamaria's training against torture was also well planted within The Whistleblowing Devil.

He continued to pretend to be even a poor convoluted ordinary man before repeated torture, and finally had a proven track record of luring ruthless heretical inquisitors to guard off and letting them escape beyond their demonic hands.

Lambert lifts his helmet armor.

"Eh... ah..."

The head of a wretched bone, hidden in majestic armor helmets, becomes dewy.

The light of disaster burning red and hateful behind empty orbits.

The light was staring at Adamaria from the top.

"I haven't been good at delicate work for a long time, and I'm not good at torture. Griff was better at these things."

Adamaria didn't know what it was.

It was incredible that the undead had left so much will in itself.

But there was one thing I could tell.

It means that we are not going to do any sweeter imitations that would flicker liberation and let information out than we have exposed ourselves, but that we are going to let information spit out with simple violence and suffering.