Former General Is Undead Knight

"Oh, it can't be..." Shelf "s" Shut Up "like this...!

Flandall couldn't believe Lambert, who lightly slashed and threw away the 'shelf' for every last trump card.

Fade your face while sitting in the 'chair'.

Of the three human furniture we now have with us, the highest offensive performance was the 'shelf'.

If "Shelf" is defeated, no more fights, no more chances.

"... Oh, hey, what?

A strange sight appeared in Flandall's eyes thinking about retreating.

The lower part of the "shelf", which lost its upper body, was chasing Lambert's back, dripping black blood.

Frandal was also surprised by this.

It wasn't what he intended or expected, such as a severed 'shelf' lower body moving in pursuit of enemies.

But to him, the designer of the 'shelves' and a leading white magician, the reason was immediately understandable.

(It's on... I'm still protected! God is sparing my art!

Naturally, there is no brain function in the lower part of the 'shelf'.

But even if you lose your brain, you can take simple movements attributed to the reflex center of your spinal cord.

Even if you lose your head, what still moves is a phenomenon that is inherently found only in insects with simple body structures and warcraft that boast tough vitality.

But it was the excessive vitality given by Flandall's repeated human experiments that accidentally caused the equivalent of them.

No matter, it won't last long.

Animals with complex body structures are thus hindered in their entirety if the body's organs are lacking.

What makes' shelves' viable now is that Flandall is taking away his function as a person and severing unnecessary human body functions as his own weapon that he calls human furniture.

It is nevertheless visible that it will soon be impossible to sustain life.

However, almost exclusively on the 'shelf' of the lower body, there seemed to be enough time left to strike Rambal.

(I can go......! It has been so for a long time. I've come so far distorted that I've survived to this day because of this kind of weather. I always get rid of the worst, no matter how much I screw up. Luck always protected me when I was about to be irrevocable)

Flandall laughs with a tenacious look, but invincibly.

He had absolute weather for no reason in his own thoughts.

('Cause I'm a genius! Because you're an unchanging person! If there was a god, he's protecting me! God is telling me! Produce more supreme art!

At the next moment, Lambert looked back neglectfully, without slowing down, pale behind himself with a great sword.

The lower part of the 'shelf', further longitudinally cut, is no longer able to run and rolls over the ground.

Behind Flandall's brain, there was a sight of Lambert peeling off the light protecting himself.

Finally he realized.

That this was an opponent you would never win.

Sometimes luck decides to win or lose.

But the person you're facing right now is never the one you can handle with something like that.

That's how Frandal understood it to be more absolute.

As a matter of fact, Lambert was the man who led the Kingdom of Legions to victory in the War of the Eight Kingdoms with strength, and it was too reckless and naive a desire to defend himself with one heavenly fortune against such Lambert.

"Alante! Now I'm gonna miss you! But don't get me wrong... you'll never get away from Tony Rail. I don't know much about the alle known as the only figurine, the Eight Wise Men 'Spinner of Truth', even for me, but Tony Rail is a real monster. And now Luluk, the Eight Wise Men of Laughter Dogmatization, is also returning to Tethomburg. You'll never get away with this...!

If you say so, the crooked, broken gender unknown human furniture 'chair' with a flandal on it quickly turns its heel and runs to escape the rambale.

This' chair 'is what hits the best of Frandal's human furniture.

There are not elaborate tricks like 'shelves', but they travel fast anyway.

In addition, the power of a kick released by shaking a long leg is comparable to a massive blow of an orga.

"Scratch your feet, at best! And despair of everything!

The 'chair' rushes out and runs from the direction Lambert is coming towards to the opposite.

There was also a pale expectation in Flandall that maybe a quick kick attack on the 'chair' might even go through the man with the big armor, but he wasn't willing to put it into practice.

(All of you... I'm the one who escaped so badly!

Flandall floats his blue muscles and bites his teeth off.

(But the next time I see him, I'll try to tailor that armored swordsman... Prepare human furniture only to capture him, taking into account his physical abilities, his congruence, and his physique. I can do it. Anyway, I'm a genius. To do so, we need many more people. Tethomburg was a great place. I wish there was an alternate laboratory here......)

In Flandall's ear, you can hear the sound of stepping on the ground.

Suspiciously looking back, Rambale was coming after Flandall at a speed approaching the 'chair' of speed specialization.

Slowly, but surely, they are packing the distance at a rate slightly better than 'chairs'.

I don't understand Flandall on top of me.

Why can you wear such thick armor and run at a rate that beats your greatest masterpiece, wielding a huge sword?

"Then, monsters! Don't come, don't come! This...!

Flandall puts his hand in the mouth of the 'chair'.

"The chair" growls and groans in an arm suddenly plunged into his mouth.

There was a wand in Flandall's hand that was pulled out.

(Anyway, now, buy some time. Target your feet and scaffolding first and reduce your mobility......! Now that he's devoted to chasing after us, the protection is neglected... Ah?

of the right arm where Flandall was holding the wand, elbow to tip, fell to the ground.

Roll over the ground scattering blood.

For that moment, just for a moment, Frandal deflected consciousness from the rambale that followed him to pull through the short wand he was hiding in his' chair '.

In the meantime, Lambert approached right next to Flandall.

Right next to Flandall, who stared at the cleavage of his own arm, was Lambert, who already had a great sword.

"Oh my arm...... my arm! I, I have to, I have to, I have to excel in art! And for that, my arm, without my arm...! Or give it back, give it back! Come on, come on, we have to put it on! Oh, my loss of arms is a loss to this country, it should be! Who, my arm...!

Then Lambert unleashes a second sword move.

Flandall's body is doubled vertically for each 'chair' he was in.

Flandal's body shifts from left to right from the cutting surface to the starting point, causing the organ to drop zero.

At the same time, the 'chair' on which he was riding also breaks shape and falls over as he blows out his blood.