Former General Is Undead Knight

"He said it was Lambert Dracroix!? In front of the eagle who loves Master Gairov, and more importantly, deceiving that Lambert, etc! You deserve to die!

Manzie screams and strengthens the power of his hand grabbing Gairov's book.

"No, I won't kill you easily! Master Gairov's magic turns the pain into a meat doll just to keep it flavorful, and I'll keep it alive for years and decades! Just get on the diagram to the point where you've slashed the reinforced undead!

Rambale rushes to Manzie.

Manzie turns her right hand toward Lambert as she supports the book with her left hand.

"Flame, burn it down!

It mediates the Book of Gairov, and magic is activated.

A flame rises above two haynes (approx. Nim) in height from Manzi's indicated tip, scorching the ceiling with the floor.

Manzie's magic delays Lambert's movements and raises the flame to follow.

"Yohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!

"What, that magnitude of witchcraft...!?

The adventurer of The Dancing Sword leaks his voice flashly.

Manzie's sorcery is not comparable to that of a regular sorcerer.

The amount of time it takes to activate, the magnitude, the power, the activation span.

And most importantly, the total amount of mana to cause the peculiar phenomenon was too overwhelming.

Among witchcraft, those that produce possessions from nothing drain many mana.

For this reason there are many magicians who manipulate the soil and wind and turn to attack.

What deals with flames is also to the extent of releasing flame bullets to the point of riding in the palm at best.

If you are a regular magician, it should be life-threatening if you produce that amount of flame, you will just soon be depleted of mana and unable to move.

Manzie manipulates witchcraft by mediating the magic book of the monster and alchemist Gairov of history.

Gairov's book had increased mana efficiency to the extreme due to complex sorcery ceremonies, reaching almost complete form as a mediator of sorcery.

Despite its power, it was Manzi's overwhelming mana power that was producing flames of this magnitude.

"It's not enough to fathom an adventurer... that magic is comparable to the magicians of the five great courts."

A fund that fights the reinforced undead and commands fellow men watches Manzie and Lambert engage in battle with their asses, dripping sweat.

"With all those witchcraft arms, why, to contraindication witchcraft organizations, etc...! In that one, I can't get close!

There were three mistakes in the Fund's words.

One is that Manzi's specialty was only necromancy, that there was no way to block the rambal using the corpse at hand, and that he had no choice but to take means that were not his main office.

And the second is that Manzie didn't come off the road as a magician like this, but that whoever was so broke as a human being than a child only had strong powers but thus became a greater evil.

The last third was that for Lambert, who is relative to Manzie, that flame was not the problem he wanted to ignite.

While the rambale was on the brink and dodged, there was room for motion.

By daring to draw and approach, we are packing the shortest route to Manzi.

"Using the Book of Gairov, to this extent"

To Lambert's assessment, Manzie exposed her anger with several deep wrinkles on her fat painted face.

Manzi's sorcery, comparable to the apex of the kingdom's sorcerer who awed the fund, was also felt only far below the assumption for Lambert, who had actually undergone the sorcery unleashed by Gairov.

Finally, Lambert's sword captured Gairov to the realm of compromise.

My two eyes, they fit.

"Let me destroy that book"

"You idiot, you're the one who dies!

A double-headed swordsman, abruptly in Lambert's present, dressed in pitch-black armor, emerged in a right-hand sword raised position.

The thirteen spirits of the underworld, which Gairov had covenanted, who had disappeared and guarded beside Manzi, are the one and only Durahan.

An unintentionally unloaded blade is prevented by the great sword of Lambert.

"The thirteenth Spirit of Gairov, the sixth Durahan? Two hundred years."

Lambert's sword and Durahan's sword meet and push each other.

Durahan uses his double sword to unleash an outward sword move to Lambert.

Lambert takes a series of swords faster than sound.

Lambert crosses nearly thirty hands before Durahan's sword moves and turns to passive.

Lambert, the corner of the Demon General of the Kingdom of Legion, who dominated the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, and Gairov's Thirteen Spirits are not easily defeated.

Lambert kicks the floor and jumps backwards.

"I see you raised your strength while I was asleep."

…………

Durahan is silent and sets up a double sword.

Durahan's sword, left and right, is different.

The sword on the right is a thin blade sword with the lightness and hardness of the sword on the balance, made by the Demonic Silver Mithril.

It is the main force behind Durahan's quick streak.

The sword on the left, the whole sword is black, hung with a sumptuous sumptuous.

It was a demonic sword that at first glance could be seen as belonging to another world.

This sword, which is also part of Durahan's body, is a demonic sword that penetrates flesh and wears only life, extinct and cursed.

This demon sword was also the biggest factor in Lambert's passivity.

An indefensible demon sword that penetrates blades and armor into the sword of the Demon Silver "Mithril" with reality.

One side is easy to deal with.

But the serial strike of divine speed, carried out from this very different response, is hard to fight with Lambert.

Manzie used Durahan for most of the control of the Adventurer's Guild in the city of Barilla.

If a spiritual swordsman as much as Durahan waves a cursed sword, he or she would be a major guild, but that alone would quickly dominate him or her.

With Manzi, I want to discourage the waste of mana by magic.

If you stood up front to it and fought, you couldn't have taken on a major guild and continued to dominate intact, even if it was Manzi.

Durahan's sword, which does not damage the body, is also convenient for Manzi, who wants to use the body.

The seventh and above spirits had a great deal of rituality for Manzie to summon, as well as his own peril.

For this reason, Manzi prefers the sixth Durahan.

Durahan, who instantly kills any swordsman with his out-of-the-way sword moves, was Manzi's greatest sword.

But on the other hand, because it was too strong and boring, it was often used for insurance as a last shield, such as this one, to control large numbers of people.

Since Manzi had the Book of Gairov, by the power of Durahan, he had never been put in danger of his life.

The sight of that Durahan being handy had been a great stress for Manzi.

"What are you doing! No more games! Catching him alive is also a stop, a stop! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

To Manzi's words, Durahan pops up.

An out-of-the-way duel is resumed that transcends the perceptible boundaries of the ordinary man.

Manzie waves her arms to the battle as she distorts her cramping mouth and shapes her grin.

"Flame, burn it down!

Durahan, the Spirit, can no longer maintain his presence in this world, even if he damages the majority of his body, and only returns to the other world.

For that reason, Manzi decided to burn down every Durahan lambale.

Two swordsmen are wrapped in the flames unleashed by Manzi.

"Yo ho ho ho! I did it, I did it! I killed him! Yo ho ho ho..."

Manzie laughs.

From the flames, a distracting black sword begins to emerge.

"Yo-ho......!?

At the next moment, Durahan is kicked out of the flames and falls behind the wall.

In my hand, I don't have a sword. The pitch-black armor had been broken vertically and had ceased to exist in this world, or the transmission had begun.

"Hey, why!? Why..."

From the pillars of the flame, a Lambert with a great sword shows himself.

"I don't know if you're going to cover me, but it was your spirit who lost focus."

From Durahan, who was unconscious of Manzi's flames, for a moment, a delicate series of strikes by two kinds of double swords dulled.

It was enough time to separate the two wins and losses.

As a result, the fierce battle was dominated by an armor of pure demonic gold (Orgon) that did not pass through semi-productive sorcery, becoming a lambale that had won even in spiritual terms.