Former General Is Undead Knight

"I won't let you get away with it, give me Gairov's book!

Lambert pushes the path of the desolate city of Barilla as he waves a great sword across the neckless Black Horse Nightmare.

Residents who see knights of a different appearance run away screaming.

What Lambert pursues is the Eight Sages Mansy, which straddles the demon horse Trojan with two strange faces.

It was both manipulative of the alien horse, but Manzi was clearly inferior to Lambert's power.

Manzie herself was prepared to die if she was caught up.

Nightmare is the owner of an awesome handsome leg, but it was just a big handful to have a super-weight lambale on his back that wrapped around the armor of the Demonic Gold Organ.

But it still packs a steady distance to Manzie.

At this rate, we should have caught up with Manzi sooner or later.

"Weren't you human after all! Why, why, why, get in my way! Why are you following me!

Manzie moans at an irrational chunk called Lambert, staring at him behind his back in the ass.

At the hand, he was hastily rolling through Gairov's book.

(Even the sixth Durahan was defeated. In the fifth Cerberus, it wasn't even a story! There's no way you can fight for it and do something about it! You can't let him interrupt you until you perform the ritual!

Manzie had been distressed by the horrors of Lambert in one incident at the Count's residence.

None of us intend to fight from the front any further.

"Respond to my voice, come from the underworld, Lilith, the black puppet master!

When Manzie screams, a black coat floats at the top of his crossing demon horse tail.

From the edge of the coat, a pathologically white skinned girl's face peeks.

The girl of the other world had no bottom from her chest and floated as if she were fixed right behind Manzi.

The girl laughs when she dulls, stretching her thin fingers.

Lilith, the fourth of Gairov's thirteenth Spirit, the black puppet master.

The body has no combat capability on its own, but can manipulate the corpse in sight indefinitely and freely as its own puppet.

However, it is only Lilith moving the body, not being able to reproduce his/her combat skills, whether it be a master's body or a child's body, but there is no difference that he/she wants to make.

The strength is that you can create an instant mass of soldiers on the spot as long as you have a corpse, but it is only a handful of asking miscellaneous soldiers.

As a result, the usable situation becomes limited.

But in the land after a massive battle like the current city of Barilla, it exerts an overwhelming power.

Lilith's eyes, hiding in her coat, capture Lambert. License smiled slightly.

"Lilith, or..."

Lilith puts her hands up.

A blue and white light lights at the tips of the ten fingers, and a body that was falling down the street rises, blocking the path of the Lambert at the same time.

That number exceeded twenty in impromptu.

Woman, child, adventurer, old man.

It was a tiny configuration, but hanging on Lilith makes him a mad warrior who fights even if he loses his hands and legs uniformly.

Undead is not after Lambert.

It was the leg of Nightmare, Lambert's cross-necked horse.

Even if Lambert is no match, if you let him fall, he and his horse will be heavily damaged.

Undead waits low and tries to jump to Nightmare's feet.

"Go! Crush it, crush it!

Manzie screams with anticipation, but that was utterly pointless.

Lambert's wielded sword plays the dead, thins and diminishes, and later the no-neck horse kicks him and forcefully builds a passage.

Although the distance has been reopened slightly, it is also only a few things.

"Hey, what the hell are you!

As he follows, the army of bodies that rose more than once blocks Lambert's path, but Lambert lets him jump back lightly each time.

"Mind you it's time to waste it. No more senseless blasphemy of the dead."

As I said, Lambert was feeling something strange.

Among the surrounding corpses, there were more corpses without necks.

That keeps growing in numbers as we go after Manzi.

Coincidence, not. That he had some intent and was making a corpse without a neck.

What does that mean?

Once relative to the alchemist Gairov, who was dubbed the worst, Lambert knew his intentions.

"This is the feast of a corpse playing dragon......!

Lambert also had the color of agitation.

Running ahead, Manzie looks back slightly and has an ugly grin on her faded face.

"How do you know that? Well, it doesn't matter. Give me this far and I won't be able to stop you anymore! Lilith of Non didn't kill you, but she did her best to stop you."

There were two suspicious people standing around the robe ahead of Manzie.

There was a huge magic formation around them that would also be ten haynes (about ten meters) in diameter, and in the circle painted inside it, a large number of heads were piled up.

Spirits who are inhabitants of different worlds have things like preferred times, places, situations, and magic fields.

There is a strong tendency for the high spiritual level to be exhaustive and difficult to satisfy the conditions.

The act of inviting the Spirit by forcefully creating a situation that meets this condition with magical interference is called ritual.

The feast of the corpse-playing dragon was also one of the rituals and an essential part of summoning the high spirits who had made a covenant by the book of Gairov.

"Your loss, big man in armor... no, it's an undead night. But the undead pushed me so far is brilliant. But from the very beginning, the purpose was to play dragon feast with the dead! Built a pile of corpses is also nothing but a fabric stone to summon a cursed dragon! And it will be accomplished now! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!

The demon horse Troy stops his leg.

Two men waiting turned to Manzi, who crossed Troy.

"The fact that Lilith has already been summoned also means, Master Manzi, that you will perform the ritual!

"But the arr behind that..."

The two robe men look at the rambale rushing this way and pull their faces apart.

Manzie ignored the two and raised her eyes to Lilith, the black puppet, a girl floating near Troy's tail.

"Lilith, I call the corpse-playing dragon!

Lilith has an adult grin unsuitable for her apparent age and reaches for a pile of man-heads piled within the magic formation.

With the power of Lilith, the human head, which is part of the corpse, floats regularly.

At the same time, the eyes that were closed are opened wide, exposing the unfocused eyes that precipitated.

The human head was placed in a regular form into the upper universe of the Magic Formation.

Kakukaku and man-headed jaws tremble and laugh out.

It was an extremely bad taste landscape.

The moon, which is just beginning to rise, illuminates a world of aliens.

A blood dripping head dances through the magic line.

Manzie screams as she rolls through Gairov's book.

"Respond to my voice, come from the underworld, dragon raumpup of corpse play!

The light of Mana gathers in the center of the magic formation and swells up to contour immensely.

Surrounded by a raw neck with a voiceless rave of laughter, a giant head of nearly two haynes high emerged.

There is no emotion in the eyes of the human head and it is vain, and the skin texture is somewhat heterogeneous.

There was no hair on his head and he felt like a baby doll, even from slightly larger eyes.

Its body, although of skin colour, is distinctly different in structure from the human body.

There were several milestones in the long torso, with massive arms stretched out at equal intervals, like polypods from the sides.

Draw the alien body and crawl through the ground. The total length is greater than twenty haynes.

The Spirit of the Underworld, the Dragon Raumpup of Corpse Play, opened wide the mouth of a faceless giant and raised his eerie production voice.

"A...... a, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

He eats one of Lilith's floating heads and his arm crushes one annoyingly.

Lambert, who was hurrying to travel near the magic formation, was also slowing down Nightmare, realizing that he could not see the emergence of Lampupp in time.

An alien monster who deprives people of their sanity just by looking at them tries to deflect their uncomfortable bodies and change their body orientation.

"Ma, Master Manzi! Once! Stop this..."

Two of his men call on Manzi as he escapes and runs from a suddenly moving raumpup.

But Manzie's eyes haven't seen them.

In the eyes of the mad old man there was an intoxication to alien monsters.

Leaks its combined torso, its creepy giant, sees its uncomfortable movements, and leaks its admiration.

"Ooh... okay, oh, my God, okay. Whenever you see it, Raumpup is still beautiful and magnificent!

I screamed and left my men alone asking for help.

One becomes the underling of a raumpup, crushed, spitting his guts out of his mouth and desperate.

The second, caught, lifted and pulled a thousand times by countless giant arms, died.

A reoriented raumpup lifts his torso wide and looks down at the rambale across the nightmare.