Former General Is Undead Knight

"Exactly, I don't taste good"

Lambert squeaks when he sees the raumpup, a corpse-playing dragon with his upper body lifted.

The creepy giant looked down at him and was moving his mouth in a deck.

Unfocussed eyes twitch.

"Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho ho! It's over! That's my win! I don't know why you, the undead, were trying to protect this land, but this city will perish more than Raumpup has left! I'm sorry to hear that! Yo ho ho ho!"

Across from across the raumpup, Manzie across Troy mocks.

From the beginning, for Manzi, the massacre in the city and the mass production of the undead were nothing but fabric stones to summon Raumpup as a carcass and destroy the city once and for all.

The size of Raumpup was clearly beyond what could be managed in small numbers.

Kill Manji, the Summoner, and Raumpup will disappear, but Manji has a leg called the Demon Horse Trojan.

In addition to that, the black summoner Lilith still remains.

Lilith has already begun to gather dead soldiers for the occasion.

It is difficult to avoid countless undead and roundup and kill manzies across Troy.

First of all, it's important to attack and defend, if you don't break Raumpup, it won't reach Manzi.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Oddly enough, Raumpup's creepy head approaches Rambal.

The ground immediately behind it, which Nightmare ran and dodged, is easily decided.

As Lambert looked back, there was a face of a baby dripping sand from his mouth, shaking his claws and mouth and laughing.

"You and I never wanted to see each other again!

Raumpup chases after Nightmare, who walks on a rambale.

Crawl with countless stretches of giant human arms with one joint.

Before that, a large number of undead blocked.

It is Lilith's collected undead.

Lambert's vision reflected a dark, skinny, magnificent man in the neighborhood with worrying eyes.

It is a fictional statue of Gairov, an alchemist who manipulated the country by himself and caused 10 million deaths.

There could not have been him here, but Lambert, surrounded by three Gylov spirits, felt as if confronting him.

Lambert remembered the first time he saw his face before killing Gairov.

He was a mass murderer war criminal on the enemy's side, yet had one unwilled, empty eye.

So to Lambert, at first, I could understand that he was Gairov.

But when the relative man broke his expression and smiled like a demon, and as soon as he did, the scene turned to hell, he was clearly reminded that he was not a shadow fighter but a real Gairov.

In a moment, Gairov's phantom disappeared.

Instead, from a distance, Manzi's laughter echoes.

"You've reversed your position, it's an undead night! The eagle who benefited from Master Gairov! Master Gairov inherited his will and strength, he is invincible! On behalf of Master Gairov, the eagle will take control of this western Warmirian continent and turn this world into a underworld!

Manzie had absolute confidence in her own magic and in Gairov's book.

He is one of the eight wise men of The Whistling Devil, but he also has no loyalty to the organization.

In the first place, Manzie had never had an attachment to others, based on their strange looks and origins.

Exceptionally, he was obsessed only with Gaylov, whom Manzie sympathized with on his own and worshipped as the same death-runner, and with those who became unspeakable corpses.

I did not doubt that I was the culmination of even the Eight Wise Men as long as I had the Book of Gairov, and I even thought that I would eventually be the head of the organization.

"You think you're going to succeed Gairov?

Lambert sets up a great sword.

Nightmare storms into a herd of undead.

With a wave of lambale, ten undead upper bodies dance to the universe and the lower body kicks into the nightmare.

A raumpup following him crushes the body and follows him.

"I have a lot to think of. You're manipulated by the curse of the book, but you just commit murder while you're at it, such as deceiving Gairov's successor."

"Become!"

Manzie's face stained with anger, but her open mouth was forced to shut before spinning any words.

Because Lambert's intense temper pressured Manzi.

The anger of Manzie shrivels as he is made to feel one scale of misdigit piercings released from the current unidentified undead night.

Your mouth stays tightly closed and won't open. My body was starting to tremble naturally.

"You are not manipulating magic or spirits. You are manipulated by magic and spirits. With great power, you're just wrong."

"Gu... uhh..."

I was going to argue with you, but I didn't say anything aggressively.

He even heard the laughter of the girl Lilith laughing beside him, as if she were mocking Manzie.

There's a little silence, and I can finally untie Manzie's stiffness.

Manzie tells herself that she blames herself for the fear she has, and captures with her eyes a great alien named Raumpup to appease herself.

"Quick, quick, crush it, it's a raumpup!

Raumpup again lifts big near his head.

The eyes that were moving around stopped staring at Lambert.

After the giant head shivered slightly, the rattlesnake and mouth shivered, going straight for a rambal.

The head of Awesome Speed captured Lambert.

A lambale wrapped in super heavy demonic gold armor is lightly jumped.

Horse without neck Nightmare was also thrown into space, falling from the side of his abdomen to the ground.

"Yo ho ho ho ho! That's Raumpup! Come on, finish him off..."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Raumpup opens his mouth wide, deflects his upper body and raises a scream.

The petty cry also scratched off Manzie's orders and shut him up.

And Manzie finds out.

that there is a large scratch of a muscle, crossed by the left eye of the raumpup and determined by a boneless blade.

Manzie's eyes open wide.

"La, raumpup!? Then, stupid! You're the spirits of the highest class!? Why, why are you doing that kind of wound to every human opponent!?

The lambale that was falling rises.

"Again, in this situation where you don't even have a subordinate, Raumpup's opponent can't be a glimmer. Besides... isn't Nightmare going to be able to run for a while? It's impossible to take time and wait for a gap."

With the blow of the raumpup that determines the earth, there was not a single scratch on the magic gold armor.

"Watch there, audience flair. When this guy's done, you're next."

Manzie, once again, could not return anything to Lambert's words.

Because I was clearly reminded in the current frontal clash with Raumpup that the weight, the style, of Rambal's words was not haphazard.

Though it is not a shallow wound, it is only a machete. It doesn't crusade Raumpup.

minutes yet, there was no doubt that it was in Raumpup.

But Manzi didn't think that spirits like Raumpup were used as weapons in warfare, and how they could do this personally.

Its absolute vision of Raumpup was easily shattered with what is now a machete.