Former General Is Undead Knight

"Respond to my voice, come from the subworld, Arlaune, the prison of the spreading."

It was the summoning magic of Albania that took the lead.

While playing the harp, chanting with a clear voice as if chanting was still like playing.

The voice is followed by a loud magic formation, and a subpoenaed crawl from another realm dominates the underground passage.

The stretched crawl tangled, swollen, reshaped, and turned into a woman with green skin just beside Albana.

It is the Spirit Arlaune, the body of the spreading.

The prison of the spreads, Arlaune, can cover all the operating ranges with spreads and manipulate those spreads at high speeds.

Regardless, this spreading is also part of Arlaune's body, completely different from the plants present in the world in which normal human beings live.

The surface is as rugged as a metal mass, heavy, and moves around at a rate that is out of common sense.

All the spreading that covers this place is equal to a stubborn whip made of metal.

It is a terrible spirit that can turn all of it into pieces of flesh, even if it deals with a thousand tough soldiers, provided the conditions are in place.

The Spirit of the subworld can only be controlled by the Summoner within the reach of the tone of the harp.

But in such a narrow passage, the weakness is not poked.

As long as the Albanian mana continues, the prison of Alrawne will continue.

Lambert was soon surrounded by spreads as well.

Everything that surrounds him captures Lambert at its spearhead.

Lambert didn't dodge, he just stood there.

The Spirit Arlaune watched as Lambert was imprisoned in the crawl as he tried to hold onto Arbana's back, with a tall, out-of-the-way laugh.

"It's brilliant. It was not even seen in the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms that we are able to fully serve the Spirit of the Subworld. Wasn't that story a lie when the harp of Euterbe attracts even the people of the other world"

Lambert waved the great sword and slashed the crawl that had turned towards him.

The numerous crawls that went toward him are all slashed.

Go easy on the slaughter, but the fact that the slaughtered crawl plunged into the wall showed that the crawl was never a jerk.

The Spirit Arlaune also stopped laughing and stared at Lambert with his eyes open.

There's usually no such thing as a man who can cross with a high-spirited man on his own.

Especially the spirits of the subworld are intelligent and of high pride.

The current sight was unacceptable to Arlaune.

"... Simon the Four Holy Pillars also made me struggle, but you're just different in character"

Albana changes the melody of the harp.

From a calm tune to one that expresses fierce anger.

Even though it is the same instrument, I was amazed at how different the differences in melodies could also give a different impression, even though Lambert was also in the midst of battle.

"Respond to my voice, come from the subworld, the garden of evil eaters, Mad Eater."

With the chant, six large flowers appeared around

Although the colors varied from flower to flower, they were common in that they attached flashy colored petals to the poisonous.

And in the center of the petal was a longitudinally wide spread mouth and six well-moving eyeballs.

Pull the roots out by placing them on the floor, take off the ground, and peel off the big fangs of your mouth.

The Spirit Mad Eater stretches its roots like legs and runs for a rambale.

The leading Mad Eater leapt through between the cramps Lambert paid for, spreading his big mouth to him and jumping in.

Lambert quickly changed the orbit of the Great Sword and stabbed the blade into the center of its mouth.

The blade penetrated the Mad Eater.

An unidentified mucus drips out of his pierced mouth and six eyes.

Mad Eater crawls through the roots and tries to tangle into the Great Sword.

"You still don't want to go back to the other world!

Lambert jumps to the side to avoid a spreading attack and slaps MadEater's entangling sword into the second MadEater.

The struck creature flower danced through the universe, slamming itself against the wall.

But get up soon and try to get back to Lambert.

Spirits of flowers are inferior to spreading because of their speed, but their sturdiness is not a ratio.

Lambert strikes the Great Sword against the ceiling, floor and wall, crushing the Mad Eater that still wraps around the Great Sword.

That Mad Eater also had a thousand body cuts and fell to the floor.

I have not fastened the prototype yet.

However, one of the crushed eyeballs moved and the mouth with the broken fangs slightly opened and closed.

Lambert tramples the Mad Eater and runs to Arbana.

The second and third Mad Eaters then pop forward.

Left and right roads, the spreads of Arlaune crush.

Lambert kicks and jumps on the floor, then goes on to kick the ceiling and beat his own body to the floor.

No way could it have been predicted by the inhabitants of the other world that this piece of Demonic Gold "Organ" would move in such a motion.

As you face forward, wave your sword toward the two Mad Eaters on the back and push forward.

Lambert himself jumped forward in the wake of that recoil.

Neither are the other Mad Eaters on the road blocking Lambert's path.

The Arlaune sprawl has also been delayed in responding because it was not able to predict the current position of the Lambert.

The road to Albania was empty in a straight line.

No matter how monstrous the spirits of the subworld may be, Albania's own physical abilities do not extend far to Lambert.

In the first place, if she can no longer maintain the sound of the harp, she can no longer control the spirits of the subworld.

We need to keep exposed to defenselessness on the battlefield at all times.

"It's over, Albana"

Lambert erected a great sword as he declared, and ran in a straight line.

The Magic Gold "Organ" armor plays the spreading that tries to wrap around.

But at that moment, when Lambert was only slightly slowed down by the crawl, two Mad Eaters slipped right into the present of Albania and stood in front of Lambert.

"Push through"

Lambert went for the Mad Eater and stuck out his sword with tremendous momentum.

The Mad Eaters overlap each other by reading the orbit of the Great Sword and become double meat walls.

But even the overlapping Mad Eater, the blade of the Great Sword was pierced.

Lambert leaves it intact to its mighty power to push in and aim for Arbana over the meat wall.

Even if it is forceful, if we can take the harp from Albania, we can take the Spirit from her.

Albana pulls herself away and tries to escape the impending blade.

But I can't make it.

The blade was precisely aimed at her harp.

Arlaune's body, which held Arbana from her back side, jumped forward and became her shield.

A great sword pierces Arlaune's chest.

Out of orbit, the albana is off.

Lambert, however, shook the blade down forcefully, further slashing it for Arbana over Arlaune.

The tip of the sword slashed the coat of Albana.

She pokes her knee on the spot, holding the harp.

Blood was seeping through my thighs.

Lambert waves his sword lavishly, wielding away and slashing off the spirits wrapped around the blade.

"I didn't think it would hurt. You're loved by the Spirit. But it doesn't change the outcome."

Lambert waves up his sword to Albania, where he succumbs to the occasion.

"Respond to my voice and invite us. Oberon, ruler of the subworld."

Arbana chants.

That's when the world changed.

The narrow underground passage has no trace of it anymore.

Different flower gardens filled the surrounding area with fantastically colored flowers.

"I made it...... I was on the verge of it, but I'm ready"

Albana stood a great distance from Lambert.

When Albana met Lambert, he praised the pitiful colour in his eyes, as he pitied him.

Natural emotions were there, unlike her expression as if she had dared exaggerate.

"This battle... Your battle is over. Sleep slowly."

Albana tells him so and resumes the sound of the harp.