Former General Is Undead Knight

Alante manipulates the Thunder Demon Dog, which has increased in number to seven bodies, to surround Lambert.

The aim was to attack from around and sharpen the options for action, tapping into similar powerful thermal ionization magic earlier.

Alante had a calm aim on the other hand, although he was exasperated by Lambert's daring, nerve-wrenching narratives.

With him, he is not an enemy I like to deal with, such as the former Four Demons.

Running away was also an option.

Still, I imposed it only because, in addition to the desire to keep human experiments with Elise in this facility, Al Ante had the confidence to escape in any way in the worst case.

Alante moved around on his own, but he had absolute insurance for his own life.

That's why Alante exposed himself to defenselessness many times before Rambale.

As a result, Arante judged. Hit him with all your strength, and he'll never win.

Alante had the feeling that he had gotten to the point of spare time, although he had not been able to pack up the lambale slightly earlier.

In his view, earlier, if he had worked out some more mana, Lambert would have been unable to deal with the demon dog.

Which way, you have to defeat Lambert somewhere more than hostile to the 'whistling demon'.

So now he has taken the risk, and he hath more thunderous demon dogs than before, and he hath all seven of them.

That's what Alante thought when he could now overwhelm Lambert with the number of demon dogs to break his movements and definitely tap into the powerful thermal ionization magic.

For Al Ante, up to this point, it was a way to gauge the Battle of Lambert.

Lambert sets the sword slightly higher.

Al Ante saw how it was and took half a step back.

"Haaaa!

Lambert bends his body and circles around him with a great sword.

Though the heads of the plasma elephant demon dogs explode, the body remained firmly on the spot.

"It's still not going to be easy..."

Plasma-body demon dogs are not inherently capable of scratching off about a major sword attack.

Because it transmits physical contact, it doesn't properly transmit damage.

Even if the sword strikes and the shape breaks down, even the nucleus can return to its original shape as soon as it is safe.

There is a great sword with the rigidity of a rambal and a magic gold (organ) that barely lets mana through, allowing the nucleus to be dispersed for the first time.

Nor, in a major swing aimed at multiple at the same time, did it reach the point of destroying the nucleus to the point of irreparability.

But I could seal the movements of the demon dogs for a moment.

Lambert went on to wave a great sword at the horizontal giraffe, and slaughtered the demon dog that was between Arante and himself, every nuke.

The contours of the demon dog, divided up and down, collapsed like falling in, and disappeared as a phosphor.

Al Ante was stunned by Lambert's haughty speed and jumped back a lot.

They are moving even faster than they did when they first dealt with demon dogs.

With his feet on the ground, Arante thinks.

(... I didn't need to get this far. Had we made a break for even this half, both the hounds would have resumed their activities and been interrupting. Are you under pressure? No, that can't happen. Sure, Lambert is strong, but never as vigilant as I was...)

At the moment of Al Ante, who jumped behind him, Lambert had already put the Great Sword back on the upper stage.

Al Ante's pupil opens. Funny, this can't be happening.

In the fight, Lambert was clearly faster.

"Bullshit...!

As he succumbs to the ground, Al Ante retreats in a slippery motion and leaves the Lambail.

Shake your head to avoid the vicious blade that was unloaded.

So the demon dogs who followed Lambert flew to him.

Lambert moves like a circle, restraining Alante but turning back to the demon dogs.

"Damn...... keep up the good work...... But is there some kind of trick? Swordsmanship with illusions? Some sort of small-minded witchcraft? Let's make a wise comparison with this one, sweet..."

Within the demon dogs, two bodies dispersed at the same time and disappeared.

The demon dogs are barely able to handle Lambert's current movements.

"Gu, uhh...!

At this pace, if Alante's restraint was eliminated, the demon dogs could have wiped out momentum without standing for a minute.

Lambert draws the Great Sword.

Alante succumbs, avoiding the murder blade right in front of his face.

Shortly afterwards, Arante jumps away, fingering his own cheek.

The wound opened thoroughly and there was blood overflowing.

(Is his sword beginning to respond to my anomalous movements...? No, that doesn't explain it... obviously his sword is getting faster? Or are you running late for me?

On Alante's face, a rush begins to float.

Up to this point, Al Ante was going to have an advantage.

The opponent's sword showed no sign of capturing this one, on the contrary, the magic of Al Ante seemed likely to capture Lambert even soon.

From the time of the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms until today, the movement that has been built only with its own experience and sensibilities, so that we can fight against the swordsman, has never been properly broken.

That was now slowly, and I was beginning to be pressured by Lambert without knowing what was causing it.

(… there are too many indeterminate elements. Now that I'm not attracted enough to demon dogs, half-breed sorcery won't even let me plunder. But I'm not going to cut my trump card on this occasion. In case of exposure, my immortality may be revealed and the people of the kingdom may take action)

Alante raises his hand into the universe.

A bunch of light emits more than a hot ball.

But it still didn't hit Lambert, who jumped quickly to the side.

No matter how fast the magic is, there are signs of it in Arante, who manipulates it.

If only we knew when it was coming, avoiding it wasn't difficult for Lambert.

The convoluted demon dog bounces the hell out of it, and then another other one is broken in front of Rambal's sword to lose its contour, and it can disappear.

Also, the demon dog, which had just been increased to seven, was returning to two.

(… withdraw,? Any more, it's dangerous)

Alante had a faceless face, staring at the two remaining demon dogs diminishing into one.

(You can't get that kid far anyway, you just have to catch him one day. Ridiculous, there's no reason to go out with a guy like this any more)

The rest of the damn thing couldn't even resist properly and flashed before Lambert's sword.

Even in the meantime, Arante had no particular hand.

(I haven't gotten hot in a fight like this since the beginning. His paranoia is foolish nonsense. I am the Great Sorcerer who threw away the "Spinning Hand of Truth", the unstoppable vessel called Man, and held the Eternal Robbery in his hand. I'm standing in front of him, and at the same time it doesn't exist there...)

Lambert captures Arante before the Great Sword.

"So much for the Warcrafter's imitation? Two hundred years later, nothing happened to you. He felt like it was time to give up and return to nature's cooking."

When he heard it, Arante raised his voice, "Ha," and smiled spirally at Lambert.

"Lambert, you were just dancing on my stage. The audience is a little bored by your funny stage dialogue. In this great immortal great sorcerer, me, and the little untrained bone knight who suffers, there is as much opening as heaven and earth, and he was lacking as an actor. You can't even confront me..."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, you will. What do you understand about half-bodied and decaying mana? This is as far as the battle goes."

Arante speaks in a play-handed motion.

The face was completely faceless on the back of its back, with no peek at the color of its emotions.

"Hot ball, stay in my hands"

When Arante speaks, thirteen magic formations float around him, and an equal number of hot balls arise.

Until now, the numbers are clearly different.

Lambert kicks the ground and rushes to Arante.

Around, Alante's body sways.

After stopping the movement perfectly, Alante slowly returns to the starting position.

"Hmm, have you used a little too much mana? It's a souvenir from me... you can do it with plenty of adoration."

Hotballs manipulate violet electricity and turn into thirteen violet beasts.

Each of them stood in front of Rambal and attacked him.

"Gu......!

Lambert poked up the leading demon dog with a big sword.

However, the impatience to reduce the number was disastrous, which was to give the subsequent demon dog a gap to enter.

The demon dog flew to Lambert, finding it difficult to put fangs through his armor or, or thrust him.

Lambert is pushed backwards as he steps on the spot.

(Difficult to deal decisive damage with just demon dogs, but don't buy too much time)

Alante snorts with hun as he gazes at Lambert.

"Ha!

Lambert wields his sword around himself.

But even though the Great Sword could temporarily stop the demon dog from moving, it was not a decision hit.

Soon after, Purple Electricity plays the Demon Dog.

Lambert put up the great sword on the upper level to dispose of the unity within the stopped demon dog, but when he saw the succeeding demon dog jump, he gave up and retreated behind him.

"I hope you care you won at best, you pathetic rare traitor. If you are not defeated by the other Eight Wise Men, you may soon see each other again. Most importantly, you are an innocent and troublesome man, so I don't want to see you again..."

"To say excuses when you run away is a much smaller man. You shouldn't have fit on the battlefield! My assessment of Tesla Goz fell to the ground today."

While Lambert deals with the demon dog, he nevertheless responds to Arante.

I was just uncomfortable with the way it looked.

"... make what you're saying two turns and three turns. Well, I thought it was more eloquent than that, but was it to reveal my name? This is cheap hands and provocation."

Alante shut his mouth.

My intestines were boiling back, but no more talk is meaningless.

From the beginning, Lambert's provocation was to reveal Arante's identity and explore from it.

"I'm telling you, Teslagoz didn't make a big deal out of having such a foolish apprentice. You survived because no one cared. Many magicians proclaim that man's life is too long to know everything in this world, and want immortality. But it's the first time you've failed to deliver results to Locke after a long time."

Lambert throws the word of provocation again to Arante, even though he is pressured by the demon dog.

With that word, something hung up in Arante.

(… the herd of demon dogs is fully effective. Now, I can definitely put him down. I didn't mean to use it purposefully here, but I'm not humble enough to be so proud of me and go silently)

Al Ante observes the Battle of Lambert with an emotionless eye.

(If you want to see magic so much, why don't you show it to him? Deeply stunned, and more regrettable than that. Your shallow provocation was superfluous.)

Alante turns his back on Lambert.

At the same time, multiple complex magic formations covered the body of Alante.

"Lambert, let me just say one last thing."

Lambert does not answer.

Instead, from Alante's point of view, he was desperate for his demon dog opponent, and just as Lambert couldn't seem to afford to respond immediately.

"Die!

The radiance of purple electricity overshadows Alante's body.

Out of its brilliance, a thunderbolt about the size of one human being stretches and hits Lambert.

In the light, there was a figure of an old man with an ape-like face.

Arms are stretched from thunder to lambale.

The light and lambale intersected, and the lambale giant was easily bounced off.

A convoluted demon dog dances through the universe, disfiguring and vanishing.

Just passing through there was even intimidation as if the earth had been decided and the space had been twisted.

"Spinner of Truth" lands slightly away from Lambert.

In this case, Alante - again, it is the "Ionizing Soul (ectoplasm)", also known as the Reach Point of Thermal Ionization Sorcery, uniquely knitted by the Spinner of Truth.

By completely ionizing Mana, the life energy itself, and turning it into another state, you can take off a person's vessel and fly around as a life form just for Mana.

If you prepare and adjust the fitting vessel further in advance, you can take the other person's body and even manipulate it as you wish by returning yourself to Mana again.

Freed from the flesh, The Spinner of Truth himself is even faster than his manipulative magic.

It is thunder itself that flies with will.

There's no way I can understand this sorcery at first glance, the confronted opponent can't even handle it properly, and I don't even know the situation, I just have to lose my life before the lightning that flies at divine speed.

Not to mention, there's no way in a handful of rambales because we fight demon dogs - there was supposed to be countermeasures.

"Finally, have you got your tail out"

Lambert rises with his sword protruding to the ground.

"Why can you slay this me...?

The "Spinner of Truth", who emits purple electricity, stood on the spot in a flash.

The right side of his abdomen was heavily determined by the Great Sword.

"Because you were not a good people of the Kingdom of Legions. Unlike the young ones there."

Lambert's gaze is slightly directed toward Arante.

He was falling to the ground. There is no way to get up.

"Has the audience finally come to the stage?" Spinner of Truth "- No, Charlobe, the worst disciple of Teslagoz."