Former General Is Undead Knight

Unopened sites also exist inside the Kingdom of Legions.

A place with extremely distorted magic fields does not become a very inhabitable place because powerful demons come from next to next.

And many of those lands become hiding places for those who do not stand on the surface stage.

Most of all, it's only for those who can protect themselves from the many powerful demons...

It is the territory of the Kingdom of Legions and a huge forest that occupies about one eighth of the entire country… 'The Great Forest of Cannibals' was a typical land of such lands.

Especially near the extremely large centre of distortion is considered the most dangerous place in this country.

There are adventurers who break in shallow for hunting, and those who dive deep enough to meet trolls, which are also the origin of forest names, do not exist first.

There was a magician who set up a base deep into the Great Forest of Cannibal Ghosts.

His name is Real. He had survived more than one hundred and fifty years and turned himself into a transcendent being of man's reason.

Far away, he now treats the tomb supposedly built by the king a thousand years before the late country as his own lair.

Behind the grave, on the altar, was a cylinder of transparent ore.

The cylinder is filled with blue liquid and the old man's head floats.

This neck is the real thing.

Each room in the shady tomb is guarded by his prepared undead soldiers.

Real madness came purely from fear of death.

A sleep of perpetual robbery that is the reason of this world and visits all things equally.

He was far more afraid of never waking up again with a lid on his own self than to be permanently annoyed by pain and loneliness.

His purpose is life, guaranteed never to perish in perpetuity.

A woman climbs the stairs of an altar nestled in Real.

When she comes to his present, she pounds her knees like a doll, turning her vain eyes to her neck.

"I'm here to report you, Master Real"

His men are undead and brainwashed by witchcraft deep in their brains.

He had let the undead catch a man who had come to the woods, and used that man to catch another man again, increasing his subordination inexhaustibly.

There are as many as two hundred people under his command.

Together with other times, the number of his sacrifices exceeds a thousand.

Unbrainwashing is not difficult in itself.

If you lay the magic on top of each other and put an end to it, and continue with your healing life, the effect will soon disappear.

However, it is difficult to live a normal life even if the brainwashing is unraveled, because Real does not consider the load on the brain, and magic ceremonies are used to erase memories when the magic runs out for fear of information leakage.

"Since the fall of the Einsas Underground Labyrinth, there have been no incidents that appear to belong to the witch Domillione"

"I thought there was no way that witch could screw up easily, but when this happens, you're finally getting real.... Hung, I don't know how confident you were, but that's what happens because you have a grand place to live near the city '

Thought waves leak from Real against a woman's voice.

"Eight wise men of" The Whistling Devil, "" The Laughing Dogmatization, "and" The Spinning Hand of Truth, "are also thought to have died in one of Tethomburg's cases. I've looked into the traces, but I didn't get anything beneficial. It must have already been disposed of by the church."

'... now they have lost three of the eight wise men, following' The Ugly Old Man of the Corpse '? Besides, one "spinner of truth" within has occupied the seat of the Eight Wise Men for a long time, not just in modern times, isn't it one of the Four?

I say it like Real is stunned.

"Then... into the Eight Wise Men. I'm still a shallow 'princess and knight', but I still don't have any decent information. Even the other Eight Wise Men seem likely to have no direct knowledge. Being itself may be a bluff. When that happens, there will already be four survivors among them. The movement has been revitalizing recently… but may also refrain from acting prominently for some time"

They will not be able to retreat now. … In the end, no new information is available for this time? That's enough, back off. '

"No, there's one more thing I need to tell you..."

A woman comes forward and approaches the cylinder of the Ore of Leral.

"What? Hey, back off...... you should have a magic ceremony set up to keep you away from me any further. Don't come... stop, don't stop!

The woman's faceless face changes.

Your eyes are narrowed and your mouth ends are connected.

"Undead, kill him!

The warriors, lined up far apart, wrapped in rotten flesh, jumped at the woman at once.

Soon she was strangled with wings, bit in the neck and cut a thousand pieces of meat, and she was desperate. That was supposed to happen.

The woman's eyeballs are cloudy and red blood is shed from the nerves of her eyes and head, which adds momentum.

A great magic formation unfolds on the floor of the altar, centered on the woman's body.

The undead and the others fall on the spot and raise their bitter voices as they pull their bodies together that have stopped moving properly.

"Hey, what the hell... mugg, hey, ooh..."

The liquid that filled the ore cylinder of Real turns from clear blue to something dark like a ditch.

Real couldn't stand the pain of eroding herself and stripped her white eyes.

'Oh, oh, oh... hey, why... why... what's going on?

Those who wore black robes appeared before Real, who divulged the thought of agony.

They were uniformly clothed, but only the tall girl at the head had her face exposed.

However, there was a blindfold cloth wrapped around his eyes, and the cloth depicted a Heinian symbol with eyes and shapes combined.

The girl has extra robe hems and sleeves, the hem is pulled over and the arms are completely covered and hidden in the sleeves.

That unusual outfit caught my eye earlier than the adorable gold twin tail.

"I will sit with you in a kingdom that scratches magic. John told me that the hyena might be coming, and I was watching Tetmburg, but a bigger prey took him than I thought. I am late in introducing myself, but I am entrusted with the honorary bishop of Heinnism, the corner of the heretical Inquisition, my name is Filippo of the four Holy Pillars"

Filippo used witchcraft that disrupted the movement of magic within the conjunction, which activated every human being in sacrifice.

Although it is a sorcery that requires a lot of magic, because it is activated by sucking up magic until sacrifice is abolished by a sorcery ceremony carved in advance on the body, even ordinary people whose sacrifice does not have a great deal of magic can have a high effect.

In addition to the difficulty of handling junctions that originally inhibit magic activation, the amount of procedures increases beyond sacrificing humans and the handling is complicated by several steps.

Sometimes the use of witchcraft that sucks up and activates the witchcraft of others is forbidden, and there is only one Filippo in the modern kingdom of Legions who can freely manipulate this advanced junctional witchcraft.

Real uses witchcraft to sustain his life, making him a lethal blow just because he was disturbed by magic.

Originally, there was an alarm that he would never bring others close enough to work harm on him in magic, but it should be his own brainwashing handkerchief.

Complex sorcery rewriting was within Filippo's specialty.

"Gu... gu, oh, ha...! You fanatics! To kill me, send a human into a bomb! The crazy thing is, you guys do the same thing! No, let me still get a better understanding!

"This is salvation. She was martyred. In paradise, after death, you will receive the rank of angel."

Filippo returns it to Real without any movement.

To the Losing Word Real, Filippo continues.

"You have killed many, pointlessly and brutally. But I, you want to bail out too"

Filippo goes so far as to look back at his men who line up in silence.

"Right, let's keep two of them on at once. Slowly nurse him to the end as he travels to death. If you don't keep your hands on it, you'll survive three days of suffering."

'Is...?

Real didn't understand any of Filippo's words.

"In doing so, I will remove at least a little of his sins that will be sent to hell. He was a great sinner, but that's not something we should hate."

Real was stunned.

Even when he lived a long time, 150 years, he didn't know there was such a monster inside the church.

She was completely out of his comprehension.

"Then the rest of you, follow me. We must also give them salvation, which has unfortunately become the limb of his evil deeds."

Real was stacked and stunned by the words.

Brainwashing by the sorcery he performed is not difficult to disarm.

There is an erasure of memory and a load on the brain, but not enough to lead to death.

But it was also clear from her earlier words and deeds that what she called salvation was not convenient.

On this day's border, an end was struck to the strange case of an adventurer entering the Great Forest of Cannibal Ghosts and his acquaintance, which lasted more than a hundred years in the Kingdom of Legions.

Most importantly, the truth was never revealed, and the tomb collapsed by unexplained falls.

No subsequent whereabouts have been revealed with regard to the hundreds of alleged victims.