Former General Is Undead Knight

The "Devil Bug" floated by the ritual "Eating and Crying Spider Meal" rapidly dries up and ends up like a mummy.

"... the first time you responded to melee was for this timing"

Originally, "Bug Kettle" had the technique of summoning high-ranking spirits using the remains of the "Booster Bug" that had already been scattered sufficiently, even if they were not in close proximity to their Rambale opponents.

What did not take that hand immediately was aimed at the timing when the Rambal could be definitively completed by the continuous summons of the High Spirit.

The ritual for summoning the High Spirit requires a large number of 'exorcisms'.

To do it in a row, the randomly scattered 'Booster Worm' wasn't enough.

We needed to direct Lambert to where we were aiming.

And the Bug Kettle, as you can imagine, also succeeded in a series of summonses aimed at where Lambert was overhead of Abaddon's harsh motion.

"Respond to my voice, come from the worm kingdom, you unseen malice, Atrak Nacha!

Between the 'worm pot' and the lambale, a giant spider monster emerges.

At the same time, the remains of the 'Apocalypse', which were floating around, stop in an unnatural way, as if they had been entangled in something.

Lambert tried to leave the scene aggressively, but something was tangled up in his leg and he couldn't lift it.

"Yarn..."

"Your answer! It's an invisible adhesive yarn from Atrak Nacha! While the host is nearby, it boasts a strength that surpasses every yarn in this world!

Lambert quickly pierces the sword into Abaddon on the scaffold.

Abaddon let his head bounce up loudly, releasing his head over the nest of Atlak Nacha to Lambert.

If Lambert hadn't been shocked by the Great Sword, it would have been an unsafe blow, albeit over the Demonic Gold "Organ" armor.

A rambal bounced by the universe, but I was still uncomfortable with my legs.

Flip your body and pay under your feet with a great sword.

The stretched nest of Atrak Nacha was cut off by the blade of the Great Sword.

For one thing, I was liberated.

But if it fell, it would quickly feed on the adhesive yarn again.

Abaddon is forcefully pulling his face off the nest, but in Abaddon and Lambert there is just too much difference in stature.

Besides, Abaddon has his feet firmly on the ground, but Lambert has to stand on the nest.

I can't help myself with this.

Rambale bounces large on the spot at the same time as landing to turn his body, turning off the adhesive thread stretched with the blade and moving forward.

Repeat this and move forcefully.

Just behind Lambert, Abaddon's head slammed again.

The nest rocks heavily.

Atlak Nacha, who had stopped moving until just now, begins to approach where Lambert is struggling to move.

The eight eyes of the great spider emit a red glow.

"Bug Kettle" had refrained behind it.

"Hahahahahaha! Come on, Ola. If you can get to me on this nest with Abaddon and Atrac Nacha!

Atlak Nacha's stretched big leg stretches to Lambert.

Lambert waves the Great Sword and plays Atlak Nacha's leg.

Slightly scratched legs but didn't seem like a decent trauma.

(... the body chart is too strong for anything. Impossible to pass an attack from the front to the high spirits)

Atlak Nacha gives up walking back and forth with his legs, hissing his big mouth and stretching his face to him.

To his open mouth, Lambert threw a great sword in.

A giant blade pierces Atrak Nacha's mouth, turning his face wide to heaven, bored with bitterness.

"O, O, O..."

Fluid leaks sloppily out of Atlak Nacha's mouth and pours down to Lambert.

"Become...!

"Bug Kettle" looks up at Atlak Nacha in a flash.

"But my advantage hasn't changed! It's a simple summons, so it won't last long, but let's go with the battle until Atlak Nacha and Abaddon disappear! I'll see how far I can go without a big sword!

Lambert pulls his arm.

From the mouth of Atrak Nacha, a great sword is drawn out and flew to Lambert.

Before he threw it, he was wearing the yarn of Atlak Nacha, which he refused with his sword, on the tail of the pattern.

Lambert jumps forcefully to the back of Atlak Nacha, who randomly storms into pain, as he turns down the yarn that wields the Great Sword.

And to the "worm pot," he threw the great sword in a straight line.

"Hey!

The blade of the great sword touches the tip of the arm that the "worm pot" stretched out to protect the body.

Moving away from her body on the brink, the tip blew from the shoulders of the now luxurious girl, and the blood bled out to the periphery.

Push through the side of the 'worm pot' and stab it against the tall building wall.

"Danger, now I'm about to die..."

Like chasing a great sword, Lambert flies in a straight line to the 'worm pot'.

He pulled the thread on the tail of the pattern and drew himself to the sword fixed on the wall.

The 'worm pot' dodges the body by knocking it down to a large extent against a metal mass that suddenly flies in.

But the fingers of his hand, which Lambert stretched wide as he passed, choosed the heart of the girl and blew her mild body away.

from the shoulder to the top and underneath are separated.

The body part hit and pulled against the wall and the head fell over the nest of Atlak Nacha.

Atlak Nacha and Abaddon disappear, and the loss of their nest causes their heads to fall to the ground.

Lambert weighs on the great sword that pierced the wall and descends as he scrapes the wall to follow the head of the 'worm pot'.

"I didn't know I'd be hunted down so much more than once. It hasn't happened in 200 years since it was created."

The mouth of a virgin's neck moves.

The light of the eyes had been lost, and it was definitely already of the dead.

Breaking through the back of the head, big feathers spread.

An elongated, slight body is stretched and inflated as if air had been put in.

Sickle-like arms wave down in front of your body.

An alien creature descends to the ground.

Overall, it had the appearance of an ant shining in purple.

The mouth of a girl left halfway in the head moves.

A bug's eye peeking from the edge of his torn face was staring at Lambert.

"Before the Hude tribe guys perished, misguided resentment and a parasite smelled by eight-hitting obsession, senseless paranoia, that's me. Existence itself is the collection of the spells of the Hude tribe. Are you freaking out? Come with me. Running away is also a hand... but I can't travel for very long. Shall we settle?"