Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert broke through World War II without difficulty, following the Dionate of World War I.

It was followed by a third round of finals.

... but the opponent of the battle didn't make it to the stage.

"I'm sorry! I don't want to fight such a monster!

Lambert's third opponent, Robe's mage man, was making a scene ahead of Maggot's three men.

It is Roz with two names: "Mad Mage".

WWI and WWII were Roz, who had come gloriously sinking his opponents with the magic of fire, but he had no mood to take Lambert forward to the stage of battle.

I can't help it.

Lambert is finishing two fights before he fought Roz, both only by body.

Roz was also thinking about how to deal with his haughty speed first when he saw the Battle of Lambert in WWI, but he also saw the opponent of Lambert in WWII blown up into the audience in an instant, knowing that he was not the one who could manage with all the fighting standing around.

"Give it up, Roz, when I get here, there's no other way to fight you."

Maggot speaks over his men.

"I know you don't like it! Is there a prisoner or something that goes on and climbs the stranglehold and hangs his neck on the wheel! Abstain! You can lose me!

"Look, Roz, I have no abstentions in this arena. Either one dies, or it lasts until I stop you with mercy. I thought the latter would be fine as long as it wasn't too white, but this time it could be the former."

"Don't be ridiculous, Magotto! What's that rambale back from hell! What is that monster? Where the hell did you bring him from!

Lambert turns to Roz.

Lambert also lost a lot of power and bounced off, so neither of the two men who fought before should have died.

But I didn't even think I could get him to settle down for telling it to Roz from Lambert, so Lambert just stood silently on the stage.

"How long are you gonna keep me waiting, you chicken bastard!

He said, "Kill him! It's already a digestive match to the finals!

The audience had a filthy curse against Roz.

"Fucking both of them... because they're other HRs, they're doomed. No...! Temee and all the others, I'll kill you when I get out of here!

Roz barks at the audience.

"Come on! You can chop off your arm and kick your ass on stage. This way!

Maggot's men grabbed Roz's arm.

At that moment, the flames rose from his men's arms to his shoulders.

I rolled down the floor screaming.

Maggot makes his face look bad.

"Roz... you did it, didn't you? Do you understand that? The guards here, this me and all the audience escorts are now your enemies. It's not like I don't know that disturbing order in this arena is the most serious crime in this city."

"Superior! I'll deal with that monster, there's always a chance! Aren't you sorry that the fighters got beat up? Follow me, everyone! I'm gonna smash it all!

Roz raised his voice and shouted.

Two of Maggot's men set up swords.

"Flame, turn it into armor!

A flame engulfed Roz's body.

The flames spread and symbolized the contours of a great demon.

Behind the flames, his own body surface was burning.

"Hahaha, I feel good! If you're going to die anyway, this way is much better! Devil, I'll give you my body! But until I burn this place down, protect me!

A twist spreads to the audience.

Maggot's men, who were hitting security elsewhere, also went down to the stage and rushed to Roz.

But he seemed to be closing in on the flaming Roz.

At that time, a shadow ran behind Roz.

At the same time Roz looked back, his body was amputated at the hip position.

Roz's upper body falls to the floor in flames.

It was Bartolt, king of the arena, who waved a giant sword.

I wiped out the flames that burned into my clothes, waving my arms away clutteringly.

"Get out of the way, mage. We've finally found a decent enemy in this rusty arena."

Bartolt looked back at Lambert with his beastly stained eyes, carrying a great sword, and grinned like a ghost.

Roz's flames were supposed to be fairly hot.

Maggot's men, who had grabbed his arm and burned his body, and Maggot's men, who had been grabbed by the arms of the flaming armor, had been blackened to death.

But Bartolt has no burn marks or anything on his arm, even though he was burning away in touch with that flame.

Though it appeared to have the appearance and appearance of an orga that was unlikely to be human, its sturdiness also appeared to be in the outward realm.

"You were born?

When Lambert calls out, Bartolt laughs with his nose.

"Abominable children have been so despised more than children. But Non never mourned Non's body. My arms crush silver and my fangs eat orgasms."

Lambert and Bartolt glanced at each other.

Bartolt hoists the end of his mouth.

Behind his mouth, a demonic fang was peeking.

"Not like the rest of us. Non sought death himself and went down to this arena. You think so, too? I had something to ask for, and I came here. Didn't I?"

…………

"You don't have to answer. Non is a Bartolt, a man must exist. Extremely black ghost with sword. Samurai, no loose imitation is necessary in the finals. Let's make a good killing."

Bartolt goes down.

Lambert, whose opponent disappeared in WWIII, also decided to get off the stage once.

"This is going to need to be serious."

Lambert shrugged small.

- Having finished the semi-finals against Roz in the form of an undefeated victory, Lambert saw Bartolt overwhelm the other fighters and went up to the playing field again.

It is the fourth and final match.

Until now the noisy audience seats were surrounded by silence.

The wildlings, who had no locomotive possessions or combined, understood that this battle would be a sacred duel rather than an ordinary brutal spectacle show.

After finishing listening to Maggot's mouth, Lambert set up his first great sword in this arena.

"This nervousness... this exhilaration... this is the battle I was looking for"

Bartolt rushes to Lambert.

"... Hmm"

At the moment of the collision, Lambert lowered his sword downward.

Correspondingly, Bartolt will also reassemble the Great Sword in momentary time and prepare for slaughter from below.

If it is a clash in this type, Bartolt's sword can obstruct Lambert's sword while being slashed as it is.

It was supposed to be.

Lambert greeted Bartolt with a smash of armor as he lowered his sword.

A roar sounds like a meeting between metal and metal, and Bartolt's giant flies lightly through the universe.

"Ogovo."

The impact of the giant falling caused a crash to enter the floor and the arena to shake.

The audience didn't know what had happened, they were just flabbergasted.

Maggot had forgotten to win or lose, too.

Ten seconds went by as it was, but the arena was still unable to regain its hustle and bustle.

"Didn't you have to do much?"

Lambert's soliloquy went to the quiet arena.