Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert was running down the aisle with his great sword in place, but stops abruptly on the way.

The Kreutz, who followed him, caught up with Lambert and lined up right behind him.

"What's the matter, armored swordsman?

If Kreutz asks, Lambert kicks the ground lightly with his feet.

"The way the footsteps sound, that's a little odd. There may be some kind of trap. You guys stay back a little bit."

"Then shouldn't we avoid this path?

"No, the rationale is a little weak. To this extent, I do not want to grant respite to my enemies. While we're doing this, we're not necessarily escaping another exit."

"... then I'll take the lead. If you get hurt here, we're gonna collapse."

Lambert takes control of Kreutz, who said so and tried to come forward.

"Don't worry, I can't hurt you with a nasty trap"

"That may be..."

While Kreutz is stuck in words, Lambert moves on.

and, at the same time, Lambert sensed someone coming from the front.

In addition to the gathering of men, there are those who come running in a great advance.

Lambert, who decides the enemy is coming, speeds up his legs.

At the end of the aisle, you start to see little figures with swords in their hands.

He was still a short child.

There are obviously threatening colors on your face and things are not normal.

"... they're not magicians. Rest assured, we are soldiers of the kingdom."

A row of Kreutz, standing slightly further afield, watched Lambert, deceiving himself over himself in front of the Kingdom Soldiers, with a slightly more complicated feeling.

Lambert saw the boy in a state of extreme excitement, to calm him down, slightly lowering his sword and slowing down his running speed.

"Oh, I'm sorry... oh, I can't resist what that uncle said... so run away"

"What..."

Saying, Lambert observes the boy.

Her body was beautiful for the child of the experimental body captured here, and she wore a swallow tail suit with good fabric.

It can also be seen that the way it runs, far from being a first-class warrior, is somewhat trained.

And the sword in his hand had a fine sorcery engraved on the blade.

Lambert, who is not a magician, could not decipher what it was.

However, Lambert noticed that the boy's sword was rapidly sucking out his mana, due to the undead properties of his own mana-seeking.

"Hey, let go of that sword!

Lambert lowers the great sword completely as he screams and stretches his cage hand arms wide.

The blade of the boy's sword sparkled, and at the next moment, the blast went up with the roar.

Following that explosion, the walls around the Lambert, the ceiling, enter and the collapse begins.

Lambert plays the falling ceiling fragments with a great sword and escapes forward.

…………

Lambert carefully sleeps the child on the floor, grabbed by the opposite arm of the Great Sword.

His whole body burned black and his arms, holding his sword, were gone from shoulder to shoulder.

The boy was already dead.

We could have helped out of the rubble, but the scale of the explosion made it impossible to shelter it.

"Sorry, I just can't..."

Lambert made his helmet tilt and apologized to the child.

"O swordsman of armor! Are you all right? The ceiling...!

Behind Lambert, Kreutz's voice echoes from behind blocked by rubble.

"... you guys, find another way. I'll take care of this."

"Exactly, were you safe? Yeah, but without you? Yes, no, oh, okay!

The footsteps of Kreutz and the others go away.

From the end of the aisle, seven men approach.

All of them were in swallow tail clothes, and the six inner men were about the same age as the earlier boy, holding the blasting sword of the example uniformly.

"... if you encountered me, I was going to put it together and bury it alive now, but you've noticed a lot. I dare you to keep the parts, the walls, brittle."

A tall, skinny man, standing like a shield to seven boys, sent an applause to Lambert.

"I'm late, but my name is Tony Rail, deputy head of the Alchemy Division, Angel of Death, based in this underground laboratory"

The man named Tony Rail bows his head to Lambert in a playful move.

To go with it, the six-year-old boys simultaneously took the same action.

Paired with the boys' facelessness, there was a puppet show kind of creepy.

"It's brilliant. I kept the collapsing passageway pretty long so I wouldn't miss my enemies... I didn't expect to see the falling debris easily brushed with one child in charge. That armor, that sword, that's not just it. I was not surprised to hear that my men were being hit to keep standing... well, one, you had mixed exceptions"

Tony Rail stares at Lambert with cold eyes after shaking his neck wide to the side.

"... at all, I wanted to go in a more casual way, but this sounds like you need to get a little, tight"

"You appreciate it a lot, but you seem to be able to afford it."

"Yeah, it does sound impeccable. But I don't know if you're aware, but you, you're not beyond the line... it's too sweet. I don't know where or how you could have gotten all that power but still be so sweet... it seems very, very distorted"

"... well, you tell me"

"You can't do that, then. If you want to dance with us, the whistling devil, you must be the devil yourself. The church was more prepared. Instead of my impudent men, I will teach you how to do hell."

Tony Rail hands down to Lambert.

"You guys, surround that man at once. Screw the blade into the joint. No matter how sturdy that armor is, it falls apart."