Former General Is Undead Knight

"Alante, come on - if you think I can't kill Alante, you're absolutely right, huh? Only Mr. Tony Rail would really suck if he pissed me off. But come on, I'm good at white magic, you know. I'm just a little mean, so I don't have an in-laws to take you in people's forms!

Flandall waves his arm and pokes his finger at Alante.

One of the three strange human-shaped bodies without arms increases the speed at which it runs and approaches Arante.

It was a terribly forward leaning attitude.

"There you go. 'Desk', smash him gently. Look at the shelves."

Human Furniture in Flandall.

It consists of three forward leaning men, a desk, a fat woman, a shelf, and a crooked, gender-unknown chair.

It is a living weapon, moving as he commands.

"... I'm ready to fight, too."

Alante removes the green turbid flask from the robe.

There are tons of green grains floating inside.

"False life, bud!

Al Ante throws out the flask and waves his wand.

The flask cracked and liquid scattered across the ground.

Green grains suck away the liquid and enlarge, cracking the surface, and small animals about the size of a man's fist appear innumerable from the inside.

"Grow," "Grow," "Groak,"

Artificial flogger.

It is a type of pseudo-organism Homunculus.

"You think you can do something to my artwork counterpart with a toy like that?

Frandal's human furniture 'desk' approaches Al Ante.

"Ice, be a shield!

Arante screams.

Before Arante, a great shield of silver appears.

"Desk" shakes his legs up loudly and tries to kick Al Ante with every shield.

"Did you think with that degree of shielding, you could prevent my human furniture?

"I didn't want to protect myself from kicking!

"Oh?"

The artificial flogger flies to the 'desk' simultaneously.

The artificial flogger discoloured red and black in the air, rupturing his entire body.

A red and black splash splashes and hangs on the human 'desk'.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Black smoke rises from the feet of a splashed 'desk'.

A toxic frogga is present, called the Basilisk Frogga.

Basilisk Frogga only inhabits the vicinity of the distorted lake of the magic field because he likes and swallows the water with the starched mana.

He has the ability to smell the fierce poison by pouring swallowed water into poison bags in his body, mixing it with other herbs and warcraft manure in it, and concentrating it in his own mana on the finish.

Similar to Basilisk Frogga, this artificial frogga was designed to smell virulence with poison bags in the body and fly to the subject to self-destruct.

However, the poisonous chemicals are prepared by melting and mixing together as many as 32 herbs with eight expensive demon ores, and a few more dangerous steps than the ferocious poison that Basilis Frogga produces by scratching things from nature.

This artificial frogga also specializes exclusively in smelting the fierce venom of recipes defined entirely in the body, with concentrations of venom as high as six times the basilisk frogga.

This ferocious poison, if a person touches it, erodes from above the skin to the bone, destroying the human body and stopping its function.

Instead of being powerful, however, the deterioration of the effect begins at the moment of smelting.

Therefore, to be used in battle, it takes just the skill of creating artificial frogs and smelling venom while fighting.

Without deep knowledge and the accuracy and speed of the magic control, it is not something that can be rowed until it is activated.

"Good, make sure this poison works. I couldn't do anything about it."

"Ha! My 'desk' is such a nasty build that one of my legs collapses like a broken one...!

'Desk' falls on the spot.

Push away the bandage on your mouth and drool of sloppiness and saliva.

Frandal interrupts the words and becomes silent.

The surrounding artificial floggers one after the other jump into the 'desk', which fell defenselessly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

(... that reaction, the vaporizing poison of respiratory system action? But then, Alante shouldn't be safe either... were you planting resistance in your body? No, Al Ante should be resistant to mocking his body......)

Flandall narrows her eyes.

Flandall is usually just kidding around, but his head is of a spinning nature.

Otherwise, you can't be the White Mage of Wang Duichi.

White magicians sometimes require comparable knowledge of their muscle experts for flexible responses to unknown problems, ideas, analytical skills, and sometimes extraprofessional fields in order to cope with injuries and illnesses in all cases.

Red and black individuals cling to the ice shield of Alante.

No, it wasn't just the shield, it was also scattered at my feet like shards of red and black crystals.

(… I see, are we losing toxicity through separation utilizing differences in melting points)

This fierce poison had a high melting point and if you were lurking in the ice, it could all be turned into a solid by its cold air, thus preventing inhalation.

When Arante waved the wand, the ice shield played, and the ice grain danced.

The fierce poison that was sprayed around him solidifies and falls to the ground.

"Ice, be a sword!

The sword of the ice statue floats in the universe.

Arante pinches his wand to his belt, takes his sword and waves it down.

The ice blade chooses the neck of the desk.

(What a stiff body! But there's nothing you can't slash... keep cutting!

"The poison is boring."

Flandall hoists his mouth distorted and laughs.

The 'desk', which had been slashed about a third of its neck by an ice sword, burst abruptly and bounced off the al ante.

"Brother!

Elise screams.

The 'desk' then wakes the upper body, cramping the guts and body.

"Yikes! If you smell it right away, it's a poison that can faint even an orga with just vaporized poison, but no...! Besides, I slashed your neck so much... why are you totally stuck..."

"I'm sorry, but my point is, it's white magic, so come on. These furniture pieces are pre-filled with demonic stones, tearing their bellies, so that the magic of regeneration is constantly activated. They use cell division and crush it, so life expectancy is cut off by cancer, but that's okay. It was a failure to stop the vaporization poison immediately, wasn't it? He said he rebuilt the body tissue destroyed by vaporizer poison at super speed."

Flandall laughed in the back of the hemp bag.

"At the end of the day, me and you. Well, then, the guy with the character, he's different, isn't he? I'm sure you were quite brilliant, but you're definitely not a genius. No matter how hard you try to cut the trump card, 'desk' stopping is the limit at best. Besides, the poison damage that 'Desk' took in the fight against you is already missing, well, you can't kill... what furniture do you want? I'm sweet, I'll let you choose."

'Desk' shakes up his leg and kicks Arante in the ass.

"Kaha! Oh, hey, hey..."

Alante rounds his body and desperately protects his abdomen.

It was an instinctive action to protect weaknesses in distress, but the legs of the 'desk' impetuously stepped on the abdomen of Alante.

"but ahhhh!

Arante goes around screaming.

"Hahaha! Is that so? Hey, get up! You're gonna die. Oh, Al Ante! Elise's gonna die. Oh!

The intransigent kick of 'Desk' strikes Alante.

I just kicked it off about eight times, and Flandall puts his hand on my jaw.

"Well, I don't know what to do... hmm?

Alante held down his fluttering leg and stood up.

"... Elise, you promised me you'd get away with it."

"Isn't that what you tell your opponents who deserve more power differences? You can't kill my tough human furniture, no matter how you scratch it. You know that now, right? Promises you can't make are clever enough to apologize, Alante. Hmm! Elise, who can only make you expect, is pathetic and I can't watch you."

At that time, a bit of auspicious wind blew.

Alante meditates his eyes and leans down on his face.

At that moment, the 'desk' of human furniture erupted blood from his mouth and danced through the universe.

A swordsman of all-body armor appeared suddenly, with a sword in his hand, slashing the belly of a "desk" as it swept up into the universe.

The "desk" had two bodies straight when it fell to the ground.

The decapitated upper body trembles, his neck moves and tries to stare at the swordsman.

Its head was completely destroyed by a sword that was carried on and swung down.

"... Huh?

Flandall shrugs.

I can't help it.

Tough flesh and human furniture, which should boast a terrible rate of regeneration, were just a wave away and lightly killed instantly.

Al Ante also didn't know what it was and could only stare at the current sight with his mouth half-opened.

"He's tough. He heard how it was, but it was my fault"