Former General Is Undead Knight

Manzie was feeling something unusual about Lambert.

Manzie, who stands in the highest position as a death manipulator of this era, was able to notice a single scale of signs that Lambert had to show.

Intense enthusiasm wrapped around a rambal in a state of war.

That was a sufficient element to encourage Manzie, who had previously been relaxed by unilateral hunting, to be vigilant.

(Is this intimidating? So, undead......? But when it comes to preserving oneself so far, isn't it the highest degree rich correspondence? If there is such a thing, it should be in the ear of the nong through the "tail of the chimera"...... But be human, not just human. It is creepy that such a thing was not found in the prior investigation either. Aren't you the guild adventurer?

Rich is what the Death Magician cursed himself into an immortal body in order to gain eternal life.

Being broke as life, it is assumed to come to a serious breakdown in physical function, spirit, and mana, but it is easier to preserve oneself than normal undead.

Domillione, who tied his own mana to his skull and survived two hundred years with a slimy body, also hits the rich in the broad sense.

However, there is no precedent for the undead to continue to maintain a fully stable self with only tough will and mana out of digits, so there is no word to define the state of the Lambert.

Manzie stares at Lambert and waves.

"The element of uncertainty, let's try to crush it for sure. I'm glad we're out of hands."

An undead guarding both sides of Manzi sets up a sword and rushes to Lambert.

(I brought him here because I didn't leave it to my men, and this non used the best magic medium called the Book of Gairov to directly implant a magical ceremony enhanced undead... if it were as powerful as Robin Hood, I might be able to cut through over time, but the two of them can't handle it!

An embedded mana ignores the control of the brain that protects the flesh and runs the floor at speeds beyond its limits.

The physical abilities of the two undead were far outweighed during their lifetime.

Kick the floor in motion in front of the rambale and scatter to the left and right.

An undead on one side definitely took Lambert's blind spot.

It was a perfect move.

Manzie also loosened her licence, so much so that she leaked admiration.

Even Manzi, who has made the undead for a long time, has an extremely handsome leg so far, which is not quite eye-catching.

of the top adventurers of the adventurer's capital, Barilla, was only produced by using corpses with flesh forged through daily workouts.

"Yo ho ho, yo ho ho! Excellent! Non is impressed. Thank you, adventurers. Thank you, you have worked out your body so desperately to be Non's corpse doll, thank you......! There are too many wonderful bodies here!

A sensational manzie puts tranced eyes on her ugly face and screams with her hands wide open.

Robin Hood was holding Yunos back while still putting Rambal and Manzi at the edge of his sight, but was stunned by the movement of the two undead.

(I thought it was strong because it's Yunos' body, but it's not! Can you build that standard of undead on the spot as long as you have a minimally forged corpse! It's a simple method of warfare that will definitely kill you both, but with that finished movement of sophistication and the sturdiness of the undead, it's not the earliest human dimension to rise......!

The undead can't just stop being slashed once or twice.

The only way to defeat it is to destroy or burn the joints of the body or destroy the spinal cord and the majority of the brain.

Slashing your opponent won't stop attacking you. You can't prevent a stoneless sword from dodging or defending you.

From both directions, it is released with the movement of a first-rate swordsman.

Aim at Lambert's neck, and the two murder blades hang from different directions.

"Wonderful! Yo ho ho ho!"

With that voice comes blood, and the bodies of the undead are slashed in separate directions.

The state of the two undead, which only remained from the chest to the top, was crumbling from head to head against the wall on each of them.

The bodies below from the two remaining chests around the Lambert just don't move.

"... what? What?"

Not even a swordsman, he couldn't possibly have followed Rambal's divine speed blade with his eyes on Manzie the Death Mage, and he didn't know what it meant.

Two approaching undead bodies disappeared.

It's more convincing to be called witchcraft than swordsmanship.

"You praised my sword. You're the one who doesn't make sense."

"To, I'm not human... oh, it's impossible, like this... the Noun's, enhanced undead...!

"The book... is it human skin? I don't think it's Gairov's magic book."

Ask Manzi as Lambert waves the blood on the sword.

"Just looking at it, you know the book of Gairov...? After all, you're rich!

"You think I'm Rich?

"You mean no? But there's no way that something that's not even a death manipulator can discern the real thing in Gairov's book at a glance, etc!

"I've seen it in person. Unexpectedly, I could crush the rest of my heart for years. But no way, I really didn't know it would still be two hundred years later."

"What, what, I don't know what that means..."

"I'm the one who slashed Gairov. It was his greatest remorse not to suppress his book of magic."

"Hey, hey!

Due to the insidiousness of only one alchemist, reckless warfare and outrageous attacks were repeated, making the kingdom of Arglous a barbarian nation of atrocities.

It was Lambert, the corner of the Four Demons of the Kingdom of Legion at the time, who put an end to it.

Two hundred years ago, on the top floor of Palazzo Alglous.

Lambert slammed Gairov from the front as he was cornered and built a body with a rabid spirit and a massive death manipulator, regardless of his enemy allies.

But it was Gairov who could be awed with humanity's worst alchemist that didn't end with it.

When Gaylov was slain by Lambert, he transferred the Book of the Wizard, which was also a sign of his own life, to the hand of his disciple, who was far away.

It leaves a great scar on this world the connection between one's magic and the spirits of the other world whom he has signed.

It was the ultimate delusion of an old alchemist, the worst war criminal in history who allegedly drove a total of 10 million people to death, and Lambert consequently crushed and lost to it.

As a result, Gairov's resentment over the next two hundred years will transform the owner to build a pile of bodies.

"Well, my fault, was it there"

The excitement of Lambert's anger dominates the neighborhood with a more intense temper.

"Such an idiot! Do you want to be with the rebellious Four Demons, Lambert? Whatever it is, can that happen!

"Whatever. I am the one who defiled the last of the Four Demons and engraved the stigma at the end of history, Lambert Dracroix. Let every one of you slay the magic guide to the curse."

Lambert speaks coldly and sets up a great sword.

Manzie opens her eyes beneath her dripping thick eyelids and stares at Lambert.