Former General Is Undead Knight

Three figures were face-to-face in the basement of the old large church in the Holy City of Heinstier, now unused.

One was a big man, wrapped in black armor.

The second was a short, light-wearing woman.

The third was a long-lasting, honorable man.

"We're ready under the water. Our" Flute Demon "is the leader," The Immortal King "has already finished preparing the" Demonic Silver Giant "for the King's Capital. Rooting for nobility is pointless no more. I began to expose myself from one of Count Obock's cases, and I got a disturbing impression on Viscount Lagard's case."

A big black armored man tells the two later.

The voice was unusually low because it was crouched in armor, and it was like the roar of the devil.

"The people of this kingdom are all heartless, but only the madly stained ones of the heretical Inquisition are troublesome. Leaving him in excess was one of the gaps in this country... but in order to be complete, we have to get rid of them before we can move" The Giant of Demonic Silver ". This murder of the four Holy Pillars in the Holy City of Heinstia, and Cardinal Zebedai, is virtually our last challenge and will be the showdown"

They were the face of the Eight Wise Men, the executives of The Whistling Devil.

The man in black armor is called the "Knight of Blood Mist," and the head of the Eight Wise Men, the "Immortal King", was a friend from before the formation of the "Flute Blowing Devil," who talked about his age being over a hundred at last.

It was before the revolution began in earnest that the heretical Inquisition, the kingdom's most powerful body of magicians, was to be broken down.

In front of the heretical Inquisition, the sorcerer in line has no teeth at all and only lets the dead out in vain.

Also, compared to the magicians of the Inquisition moving as pale as tools, the magicians of the Flute Demon lack a great deal of coordination.

No matter how much second-rate we put together, it doesn't make much sense.

He had also lost a large number of magicians of the 'Angel of Death', an internal organization, in Tethomburg, Viscount Lagard before, and four of the eight wise men, executives of the 'Flute Demon', were to launch direct attacks.

"... Hate, I know it's an extraction you expect from my bugs, but my bugs are worth more than all the miscellaneous fish magicians"

A long-lasting good man speaks as if he were frightened.

He was sitting in a chair that was still old and about to collapse, stroking the back of a creepy bug that emitted a red-purple glow, about half a hayne (about fifty centimeters) by his side.

"That's good. I'm not sure I can do a better job alone than those guys. Anyway, I'm just like you, I'm immortal. But..." The Princess and the Knight "wasn't supposed to come? I've never seen him before. I came here as an old stock, but I've been treated very clutterfully."

"Don't say that, 'worm pot'. He's confused. My head's not too good either. I have come here... but I don't know how much it will make me work. But it is definitely worth it as a force of war. Not enough to line me up."

"... don't put a guy like that in line with this me. I was sick and tired of that" Corpse Ugly Old "kid and the" Laughing Dopey "kid. I am a. Look, they killed you exactly. Can you stop adding a few more clutterfish every generation, every generation?

A 'worm pot' with a youth figure laughs with her eyes on the third woman as she says.

"Ma... compared to those guys, you're still the one to do it. Me too, just you, because I honestly don't want to deal with you. Let's get along with each other's secretive descendants, huh?

"... thank you"

The woman returned pale with no expression.

"Anyway, the present system and the way it is done, it's all the will of the 'Immortal King'. Then...... this time I am the will of the 'Immortal King' and I have my insurance covered. I'm not very flashy motivated. The main force is' worm pot 'and' rose of the subworld ', and I am allowed to stand around as an assistant. The magic of the two of you is more suited to mass murder than it was. This time, it also means showing off. We'll do it thoroughly."

Black Armor says.

"... yeah, I'll take care of it"

A woman called "The Rose of the Subworld" laughed as she distorted her mouth.

"Because I feel a little licked because of The Ugly Old Man of the Corpse and The Spinner of Truth. Let's do it, and I'll teach these peace-breakers in this country his fear of a real magician. Temehe and the others should do it at best, even if it's overpaid. All four holy pillars and Zebedae will suffer enough to curse their mothers and their believing gods with regret that I was born."

A man lifted a giant bug beside him, retreated his feathers with the opposite hand, and stuck to his back.

The body surface is peeled off, the fluid drips, and the insects snap their legs hard.

"This time, they're telling me I can do it for real. It's been decades since I've been able to do all I can."

A man throws a bug to the floor.

The bug was trying to get up by moving his legs weakly for a while, but his belly was eaten apart and a large number of insect larvae gushed from inside, and the original bug was quickly eaten up.

Hand-wrapped the remaining wreckage, a man drooling his long tongue and pushing it into his mouth.

A man gives in and strokes the toddlers with his index fingers.

"Oh, okay, good girl, sweetheart. Then I'll let you use this basement to prepare me. You guys are killing time elsewhere at best."

"... Speaking of which, there seems to be a mixture of odd undead, rampant in Viscount Lagard territory. Just be careful."

"You'll be the only one who'll be careful. He's a demon curse. I checked him out, but the guy with that hand, he's my specialty. It's so much better than fighting you. I'm sorry, but he's immortal."