Former General Is Undead Knight

"... oh yes, there was nothing else, but this might be a little inconvenient. I wish I had a better hand."

Lambert was squeaking and running around the holy capital Heinstier.

Nearly ten sorcerers from the heretical Inquisition will come after them later.

After depositing the daughter of the Baron Diberto family with a seemingly acquaintance group of blind poets Albania, Lambert was distracting them by daring to appear before a heretical inquisition on the other side of the city so that they could easily escape from the city.

They left the building at about the same time as Lambert, so they should have already taken off this city if they had succeeded.

What was slightly unexpected was their snubbing.

I was going to sprinkle it properly, hide, and resume gathering information again, but no matter how many times I shook it off, a bunch of heretical interrogators appeared from nowhere, blocking Lambert's whereabouts.

It seemed apparent to the whole city, by the way, that Lambert kicked Matthew, the two-armed man of the four Holy Pillars, in the place of execution.

"Flame, burn it down!

Besides, the heretical Inquisition sorcerer says he's in the city, but he's relentlessly spraying flames with sorcery in the wake of Rambal.

It seems that many people in this Holy City have magical arms, and other magicians seem to be manipulating water to extinguish the fire so that it does not burn, but it is still a way of fighting damage to the inhabitants of the Holy City if you make a mistake.

"I had no choice but to gather information and then move a little more seriously."

Lambert looks back at them and pulls out the Great Sword.

"It seems we're no longer in a situation where we have much choice of means. I'm sorry, but from here on out, I'm going to let you use a little rough means."

At that time a large giant appeared on the roof of the building, far from Lambert.

The body is white as pottery, with three faces lined up, all of which have large holes in them.

There is no lower body, and the upper body floats.

It was the spirits of the immense light realm, also seen before in Tethomburg.

Before the Spirit also stood a man wearing a mask, a summoner.

"Master Johann is here."

"The Archangel has also descended"

The sorcerer of the heretical Inquisition speaks quietly.

Their faces are hidden with coverings and cannot be seen, and their tones are pale and their emotional colors cannot be peered.

The spirit-eyed general and the inhabitants of the Holy Capital run away from the scene with their faces bright blue.

"Are you going to unleash that sorcery in the middle of this capital...?

When Lambert spoke, a huge cross rose high in the sky, burning red.

Lambert ran and ran out to the man he was called Johann.

A huge cross, made late and heated, pierces right behind him.

"I thought you demonstrated in that abandoned capital that you didn't hit that magic, but I hear it wasn't enough yet."

Lambert faced each other in Tethomburg with Johann and had already fought once to escape the children who had been made escaped specimens and Al Ante, who had been incorporated into the tissue.

At that time, the battle had been interrupted by Johann's escape, who had driven all his companions out of combat.

"... I was just thinking I had to take the prisoner and move. Fine, I'll deal with them again."

The opposite of Lambert's escape, he runs out and heads to Johann.

"Coming this way. Intercept in the formation of the Fire Coffin (Faralis)"

One of the sorcerers of the Inquisition tells the others.

The other magicians move quickly, forming themselves in two rows so as to open the intervals and draw the arc of the circle, and try to welcome him.

"Soil, deform it!

Three magicians lined up in the rear row simultaneously raise their voices together and put up their canes.

The paved road rolls up wide and tries to swallow the lambale as it is.

It was a massive cage to ensure the movement of the rambales moving around at high speeds was stopped.

The earthly prison quickly turns into a sphere.

Three magicians lined up in the front row ran out and pressed their wands against the dirt.

"Flame, fill it!

A prison of dirt shines red from the inside.

The sorcerer of the heretical Inquisition originally braided his tactics in preparation for the battle against his mighty enemies and trained them daily.

"It was a horrible monster. He may still be alive, keep on guarding him..."

Lambert stood behind the man of the heretical inquisition who spoke so.

Before he looks back, he plays the side head with his cage hands.

The casually bounced man punched his body to the ground and stopped moving.

He continued, kicking the two left and right quickly and rushing out to Johann ahead.

There was no one in the heretical inquisition who had an accurate idea of what had happened at this point.

They were physically and mentally trained, but those who had not been beaten by Lambert were also taken aback and stood flat on the spot.

As the ground rolled up, Lambert was using the dust and debris that had broken out, traveling around their blind spots at high speeds.

The supremely natural idea that the assumption that a magic of this magnitude would surely have captured them was that there was no way a man wearing such armor could move around in a judicious fashion in the first place had created a gap in their consciousness.

Lambert's sword arms stand tremendously, but there are many gaps because of his high ideals and pride, and that alone would not have allowed him to survive the War of Eight Kingdoms.

Things In standing around in battle, I have learned and elevated a lot.

Standing and walking around using obstacles and magical aftermath to conceal oneself was one of the tactics of the foundations in it.

Lambert stares at Johann as he observes himself from the roof of the building.

The great spirit behind him was also pointing three facial cavities towards Lambert.