Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert was taken by Maggot's men through the arena corridor and went out with the other fighters to the current day on the playing field.

The arena was a cylindrical building, with multiple layers of audience seating available in a circular fashion to surround the central playing field.

There are people lined up in the audience that aren't too likely to have a good pattern.

The majority of the guests were also armed, and the light-dressed also walked with armed men beside them.

It is an escort in case every problem occurs.

It is assumed that only those who can afford it financially can enter as spectators, but the folk of the upper echelons is not very high in this dark city either.

In the guest seat were also the figures of the swordsmen of Maggot's men.

There were sixteen, including Lambert, who were brought here as fighters.

Lambert looks around at the face of the gathered fighter and confirms that Charles is not there.

I thought Charles would likely come out here if he was caught, but he didn't have a single worry about being forced to kill her on this occasion.

Most of the time, Lambert only took Charles and pushed the guards and the crowd of spectators out of here.

"Come on, thank you for coming to this show of mine today! This match will take place in a very popular tournament format! The rules are always the same and we will continue until one of you falls into non-combat! … you may want to continue until you stop breathing."

Maggot, with his escort's men, said so as he looked back at the fighters in a meaningful way.

The words echo a poor quality laugh from the audience.

Lambert had in the meantime been thinking about his policy in this arena.

Perhaps Dark City ruler 'The Neckless Witch' should have come to this arena.

If Lambert walks out of the stage and runs wild in the guest seat, he's likely to show some sort of reaction.

But if there's a miscalculation or a trick, you just won't be able to settle here, or you'll alert them.

Especially "The Witch Without a Neck" didn't seem to do much good to expose herself.

That's why we keep the precinct that there's no specific head in the Dark City.

Compared to the Eight Wise Men who stood out and carried out the sabotage, it seems quite cautious.

The obvious act of provocation had a strong line on the back.

Besides, Lambert had Maggot's words caught on.

He had said so, saying that if Lambert had moved as Maggot wished, he might eventually have a chance to meet with Charles.

The bluff kind didn't seem like Lambert.

If Maggot had been so vigilant about Rambal as to bluff, he couldn't have put it here as a fighter in the first place.

(This time, let me be honest with you...)

Sixteen, tournament format.

If you win four times, you can win.

It is not bound by the victory itself, but it is difficult to deliberately defeat by the rules, and now it seemed better to follow the Maggot to fulfill Lambert's purpose.

"Then the first battle!" The Rebel Sword King "Lambert, resurrected from hell, and" The Spear of Divine Speed "Dionate, the number two former" Rasp "!

Hearing Maggot's mouth, Lambert stepped forward.

Dionate, dubbed "Spear of Divine Speed," was a long, purple-haired, skinny figure.

"Rakh" was an armed organization alongside Lambert's devastated "Earthspider," and Dionate was suspected of being more counter-intuitive than the head of the organization and was supposed to drop himself into the arena.

Dionate faced Lambert and put up a spear.

"Get your weapons, big fat ass. Let me set you up at that moment."

Dionate speaks to Lambert.

But Lambert doesn't return a response.

"What's up? Did you get swallowed up by the madness here and your legs snapped? Looks like the only thing that's good is that armor."

Lambert doesn't have a voice.

A curse flies from the audience.

Gambling is taking place in the arena, and those who were betting on Lambert are angry.

"If we keep winning, I'm supposed to be out again. Sorry, but you can't lose!

Dionate moves.

It was the speed worthy of the name of "Spear of Divine Speed".

He makes it look like he's headed straight for the line, and since coming to Rambale's present, he pinches steps and jumps up.

The joint part of Lambert's neck opened and released a poke.

"You've made up your mind! The strength of the former executives of" Rakusha "is not in Dada..."

Shortly afterwards, Lambert went out toward Dionate.

Dionate's spear misses target and is bounced into Demon Gold (Organ) armor.

Dionate grabbed him as he let go, but his arm bones were broken because of the shock.

"Ugh..."

Lambert stayed put and thrust Dionate around his body utilizing super-weight armor.

Dionate's body was launched lightly, clashing into the handrails of the audience.

"I did my best not to kill him. This is it, okay?

Maggot, who was confirmed by Lambert, was looking at Dionate, who had finally blown away without understanding the situation.

The audience didn't know what had happened either, and it was quiet.

But after a moment of silence, all at once cheered.

Only one man smiled quietly as the other fighters watched Lambert.

His skin was black, strangely bitter, and his face creeped like a ghost face.

The eye was closer to that of the beast than man.

Height is over Nim.

He was carrying a huge black, martial bone sword.

"" The Black Ghost Swordsmen "...... Bartolt, huh? That's what you call it."

Lambert remembered what was in Maggot's mouth and spoke his name.

Bartolt is the king of the fighters in this arena.

Unlike the other fighters, they were clearly out of character.