Former General Is Undead Knight

Kreutz also finally realized that Al Ante was not legitimate in this situation.

But it is not easy to retreat when you are told to retreat in this situation.

Point the rapier, point the al ante at the spear tip.

Alante maintained an extreme forward leaning position with a creepy grin, restlessly rocking her hips, shoulders uncertain, and odd tempo.

(It's creepy... but I don't have a weapon. If you make it now, you can control it before you use magic!

Kreutz tried to come forward to see the spike on his shoulder, hanging on to Arante as it was.

Immediately ahead of it, the great sword of Lambert fell and wore the earth.

Kreutz was surprised and flew back a lot.

"Hey what...!

"I'm not your enemy! This guy, obviously, is a magician used to dying!

Lambert screams.

Alante had shown a gap that could have been slashed by Lambert many times.

That's why Lambert, too, was less alert to Alante.

But it wasn't, actually.

Earlier on, the moment Lambert was slashed in the neck if he pushed a little sword in, he was about to cut through the white.

"And I'm used to dying...? There can't be such a contradictory existence. I know Rich's story too, but that stuff is like a gay story! There is no such thing as a complete rich! With such a thing, the ethics of the world are so destroyed"

Kreutz turns slowly to Alante.

"I… am confident that I am somewhat familiar with the magic of that hand, both professionally and due to the causes of the past. There are always flaws in the magic of obtaining immortality. The flesh rots and the mind becomes a demon. Preserving your appearance and spirit as a person, your intelligence, you can never... there must be a premise for that."

In Kreutz's eyes, Alante's flesh was also healthy, at least as if he had just the ability to judge the spirit as sound.

"Absolutely, etc., let's move by definition, even though it's just a word game. It's just a word for those who don't know anything to care about who decided it from the outside. Because such things confuse us, we cannot reach the truth. The word" absolutely "doesn't exist, never."

Alante strikes his tongue temporarily as he shakes his fingers with pleasure, waving his tongue.

"These are the people you kingdom soldiers are trying to deal with right now. But now you're no match for scratching him. Stay back here."

Again, Lambert persuades.

But Kreutz doesn't unload Rapier.

"But as the troop leader of The Eye of the Undead, I can't turn my back on the enemy in front...!

"It means I wanted those on the kingdom side to know about them."

"Huh..."

"You have sights. We must bring this matter back to the royal family. This isn't a favor, it's an order. The enemy is not on a scale that I can manage where one of us has moved. Kreutz, this is your time. But leave this to me."

Lambert turns his back entirely to Kreutz and his great sword to Alante.

I immediately find myself sheltered in the present.

I wondered if Lambert's armor was so big and beautiful.

Kreutz falls in love with its back and stops thinking for a moment.

"Hurry up!

"Yes!

Unexpectedly and respectfully, Kreutz hurries to run for Elise's wheelchair.

"I don't mind letting one kid get away... but that girl is mine!

Alante drips his hand down to the ground's slump, circles the lambale in a position close to the beast, and runs to Kreutz.

Immediately Lambert jumps to the side and flashes the Great Sword.

Alante crosses the sword and puts his foot on Lambert's shoulder.

"Out of the way, losers."

"This armor is a testament to loyalty. Don't kick your ass."

A waved sword captures the Arante dancing through the universe.

But with a single piece of paper, Alante avoids. From the side, it was a positional relationship that I only thought hit.

"Oh, speed on the boulder..."

The second and third swings, which were then shaken, cut off the position where Alante stood.

"Ya stop, don't kill me, I'll take your brother..."

Elise shivers her voice and sees Arante.

Alante had only responded to Lambert's sword, but he could not cross the path.

If there was a gap at all, he would slash his body, which was Setouchi.

Avoid the fourth and fifth swings, while Alante retreats.

Obviously it wasn't a sword aimed at the body, it was a sword to keep it out front anyway.

Lambert made the choice of missing the Kreutz for once.

"Hum, you painful bastard. You knights say you don't understand us magicians, but those words are the same here. No, we're better off immersed in the lust for knowledge."

Alante sticks his fingers forward as he lowers wide.

"Soil, skewer it!

The ground deformed, and a sharp needle arose as to whether thirty would be, and he stretched out with a lambal at an awesome speed.

While fleeing, Kreutz is stunned watching him on his ass.

If you can instantly activate magic on that scale, you don't need a swordsman or anything.

Because they'll pierce your body before you make it.

"O swordsman of armor...!

Lambert did not retreat.

He advanced, twisted his body and swung a great sword at the same time avoiding being poked through a gap in his joints, and stepped out in front of Alante.

The sharp looking dirt needle breaks its tip in front of one armor after another, losing its shape.

"Ha!

And at the same time as the luxurious rambal movements, they splashed together and turned into sand.

To the right, to the left, the Great Sword is swinging quickly.

The abdomen of the robe had been cut off, of Alante, who bounced back wide.

Alante picks her robe, opens her mouth and laughs like she's impressed.

"No, that's just brilliant stuff. I'm a cat. I forgot my robe."

But blood was telling his cheeks, laughing.

Wipe with your fingers and shake your eyelids nervously.

Lambert waved the great sword to the left and right.

One wiggle tore his robe, and the second wiggle was slashing him thinly in the cheek.

"What 'd you forget about that? Is that where you died?

Al Ante's face exposes his anger and stares at Lambert.

"To this extent, don't think of it, Loser Knight's, Lambertou..."

Kreutz caught their fight on his ass.

I don't even know which is the dominant one.

From his eyes, both Lambert's movements and Al Ante's movements were the best way to capture the savings.

"Really, who is that one... you really, really say it's Rambal...?

Kreutz shrugged, but turned back forward and pushed the wheelchair.