Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert turns his helmet around.

On one side, a demonic flower garden is unfolding, followed by flowers of unusual appearance.

The heavens shine brightly in peaches, and the mountains are anointed with blue and red.

The flowers had eyes and mouths one at a time, and they were laughing.

They seemed to make him a laugher rather than welcome Lambert.

was in an unusual state.

Nor did Lambert know immediately what this place was.

However, still, Lambert immediately and unconsciously reassembles the sword he was lowering.

Even if he were a warrior in the war, if he finds himself in this situation, he will have no understanding and will only be able to stand and do nothing.

But Lambert came through tens of thousands of distress, only with swords and armor.

It was very common for him to set up a sword rather than a habit.

Albana stands far from the flower garden and continues to play the harp.

"... I brought you, Lambert Dracroix. Bring you before the Lord of the Sub-kingdom, the Supreme Spirit."

When Albana met Lambert, he quietly returned it to him.

The impression I get from the look on Albana's face is usually slightly different.

Apparently, in this world, she was also blind.

At the present time in Lambert, the flower gardens thrived greatly.

Albana hides in the shadow of that giant.

Exactly that giant can only be described as a pile of flowers.

Slightly irregular shapes appear in the mountains of flowers, showing faces and contours.

Its shape is similar to that of a dragon somewhere.

The flowers that bloomed throughout his body were beautiful and divine.

The supreme Spirit, the ruler of the subworld, Auberon, manifested himself to the present day of Lambert.

"It's brilliant..."

Lambert leaves his sword standing, looking up at Oberon's head.

Oberon often meets Lambert and then changes the shape of his face to leopard.

Simplified eyes and mouth contours sharply led to the appearance of human eyes more surprisingly than behind the flower petals.

A horde of eyes stunningly embedded in a giant of a hundred haynes (about a hundred meters) stares at Lambert.

And Oberon came to Lambert with his big head stretched out.

His mouth opens wide and he presses to swallow a lambale.

The mass difference is too great.

Now it's like hitting each other with one mountain.

"I didn't think... I'd be hallucinating."

That's what Lambert said, knocking the sword up overhead all at once to the ground.

A much larger Auberon than Lambert was divided left and right by the orbit drawn by the Great Sword.

No, this space itself was cut off by the blade.

It was a moment.

Peachy skies, mountains and Oberon are torn apart, vortexed and the outline blurs.

The otherworlds were over and pulled back into a simple underground passage.

Albana was sitting on the floor, sounding the harp.

In the footsteps of Albana was created a bloody accumulation, overflowing from the wounds that Lambert had slashed her before she could be shown the phantom.

Earlier hallucinations were the stunt 'daydreams' of the Euterbe tribe.

The human detached supersensation of the Euterbe tribe lets its own mana on the vibration of the sound of the harp interfere with the other's mana, and by picking up the returned sound, it is possible to know the state of the other's mana.

After fully grasping the flow of the opponent's mana, it is possible to improvise a melody to suit the flow and even control the opponent's mana.

Later, let the mana of the opponent you put under your control grasp false five-sense information and show off your horrible hallucinations.

Mana's visions are no different from real life experiences.

Mana is the underlying life energy that dwells in all things.

In other words, it is also equal to the soul.

The "daydream" of the Euterbe tribe is the melody that binds the soul.

The aim of Albana was to collapse the mana that dwells in Lambert by allowing the opponent's mana to experience the pain and death concentrated directly.

That is why it should have acted equally to man against Lambert, who is undead.

If there was a computational difference, in the spirits of the subworld of the manipulative size of Albana, it was a high spiritual strength in his out-of-the-box that he did not sufficiently buy his Rambale opponent time to prepare for 'daydreaming'.

Even if he had not been able to rule his opponent's mana from the beginning, he should have been completely drawn into the 'daydream' if he had only been able to frustrate his opponent's spirit by hallucinations.

Even Simon, harshly trained to age, could not keep his sanity in front of the hallucinating Oberon.

But Lambert stood quietly with a great sword, even in front of Oberon, without moving heavily.

It was the difference.

"... that's right, swordsman"

Albana ruffled her breath in bitterness, still moving her clumsy look and creating a smile.

Lambert stopped the great sword he had lowered halfway, just over his head in Albana.

"Sorry, Albana"

"... don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. You must know that for yourself."

Albana meditates softly on her eyes.

"Finally, I have a favor to ask. Please incinerate this harp... without any trace. The Euterbe tribe will be the last one I really am. I'm sure this harp, even if it stays, will just be abused."

"... oh, they did ask me"

Lambert's sword dropped Arbana's neck.

Her head rolls and her surroundings stain with blood.

Both arms were dead and still holding the harp.

Lambert received the harp more than her hand, and now it was time to follow the underground passage.