Former General Is Undead Knight

Tony Rail, vice president of "Angel of Death," was walking down the aisle of the underground research facility in Tetomburg.

On both sides, two beautiful boys in courtesy are escorted.

There was no usual spare laugh on Tony Rail's face.

He is lifting his eyebrows and cramping his temples.

My lips were seeping blood because of too much bite.

"... Dear Tony Rail, Being in the basement means changing your plans, right?

Robic, a beautiful boy in butler clothes, asks Tony Rail.

The plan is to leave Totemburg as soon as possible to carry out a massacre throughout the Viscountry of Lagard, then prepare to move and withdraw before the kingdom's main forces come towards it.

That's what Tony Rail himself explained by bringing together the magicians of Tethomburg.

Tony Rail stops, eagles Robic's head and closes his face when he thinks he shook his shoulder pickly.

"Shut up, Robic. What makes you think you know that?

"... Ha, sorry, Dear Tony Rail"

Robic didn't put the threat on his face and said so pale.

Tony Rail drops his gaze, sees Robic's arm trembling, slightly breaks the look he was getting stiff and laughs.

I kept my face close and licked Robic's cheek.

"That's right, that's good, Robic. Don't put your emotions on the table. You know how I say I hate annoying kids, right?

Lift the end of your mouth, pull your neck and return to your posture.

And think about the future.

(Okay, well... I was going to leave here slowly after the killing in Viscount Lagard territory, but stop, I can't afford that. I didn't know you heard Havane's Berserker unit was devastated... but many of our 'Angels of Death' top magicians, who alone amount to even one first-rate magic unit, are out of touch. Something strange is happening in this Tethomburg. The auditing corps is as good as expected... but apparently, that's not all. Think of it, I didn't get it right, but the Eight Wise Men 'Laughter Dogmatization', Master Luluk, also said he encountered a bucket of stuff. Again, we need to listen seriously)

Tony Rail had already detected that there was some foreign object in this Tetomburg.

(I even went to the speech when I destroyed Viscount Lagard's territory... Hi, I have a bad feeling. At this time, it is also troublesome that the Eight Wise Men "Spinners of Truth", who are also the captains of "Angels of Death", put out a bad habit and do not return as soon as they go outside)

The ruler of Tethomburg, the Eight Wise Men, the Spinner of Truth, was clearly a character breaker, even from Tony Rail's point of view.

Being selfish and free, disgraced, besides being in a terrible mood, sometimes you don't even see consistency in your words and actions.

Rather than human beings, it is more appropriate to repudiate them as phenomena such as earliest disasters.

Tony Rail flaunts his shoulder and shakes his head.

It is too weird to think that we have to persuade the 'spinner of truth' to repeat a distracting action over this period.

Tony Rail's former deputy chief also disappeared more neglectfully than Tethomburg on the border that day because he failed to do so and was in a bad mood.

(Can only the lower magician make you ramble properly outside? Consolidate this underground facility with only the best sorcerers, and invite enemy forces to kill them all for sure. Here, we can throw down as many experimental objects as we want. Besides, this place has a narrow, long passage. Besides being suitable for pinching, there is also a psychological advantage to the opponent who has to prolong strange enemy land. I don't know what's coming, but let me do my best to welcome you. There would be no point in being so vigilant... but it's scattered, it's roughed up this Tethomburg. in deep despair and fear, and in limitless regret, we must have him die miserably)

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Flandall falls on the spot with every piece of human furniture he manipulates slashed and blood and organs scattered.

As Lambert walked over to Flandall's body, he waved a great sword and smashed both of his heads in two.

"Oh, um, please help me, thank you...... HI!

Alante, helped by Lambert, holds Elise, who has fallen to the ground, and puts her back in a wheelchair.

And as I pushed my wheelchair with my hand, I was walking from behind to my benefactor in awe, but I let my shoulders jump at the abrupt Lambert's assault.

Elise also opens her eyes and holds down her mouth, which is about to scream.

"Just in case. They magicians, they die easily. Once I saw him split his body up and down and sink into the rubble, but the next time I saw him, some guy was laughing with five bodies satisfied"

"Huh? Ahaha... that's like a monster in a gaga..."

Alante, thinking for a moment and judging Lambert's words to be a joke, forced him to laugh.

When the body is divided up and down, it is difficult to connect lives, even when carefully prepared.

If he sank into the rubble on it, the rescue would just be delayed or his body would be pulled away.

If it's not in such a special situation, it can't be helpful.

At best, the limit is to revive it as a thin undead of intelligence.

"Whatever, I slapped him in the head on the spot."

Lambert answers naturally.

Alante's making laughs stopped.

"You are not a child. I wasn't brought here as an experimental subject. The robe you're wearing belongs to them too..."

"Yes, no, wow, I, the...!

Alante blues his face and waves with Aceace.

As it is, I can go after Flandall with a misunderstanding.

I look at Al Ante's hasty swing and laugh when Elise dulls.

I was worried because my life was in danger by Hudandar until now, but with Flandal dead, the thread of tension broke off plump.

It took nearly a minute for the laughter to calm down.

Elise receives the gaze of Lambert and Arante, making her face red.

"Oh, I'm sorry...... you know, I don't usually laugh that much, but if I'm relieved, I kind of feel relaxed... Oh, you know, your brother, he's a great, good man. I'm so smart, I was just forcefully brought here by a scary person, uh..."

Defend Alante as Elise lays low and hides her reddened face.

"There he is, Master Lambert!

"Great, there was Lambert!

Looking back at the voices, they were soldiers of the second unit of the auditing corps, The Eyes of the Undead.

Lambert was proceeding with them by slashing down the Mage of "The Whistling Demon," but the undead Mana's sensing ability reacted to the Arantes, realizing that things were strange, and only Lambert rode into them alone.

"Armored swordsman, don't go first! The morale of my men is going down!

Troop leader Kreutz, completely stained with lamveil on the road here, jokes half the arbitrary lamveil, half-seriously packs it.

"... it's your job, Master Kreutz"

A subordinate Hoole stood beside Kreutz, sighing.