Former General Is Undead Knight

The next day, Lambert was taken by the undead of a woman with no neck, walking along a long corridor with the others who had been caught.

The metal passage had a corroded and coagulated blood build-up by the way.

Those caught outside of Lambert seemed to have more women and children than warriors.

If the guide is undead alone, he or she cannot properly collect information.

Lambert has now decided to obey honestly.

Lambert was brought to a place like the battlefield on the table without any explanation.

The shape and structure are the same, but the appearance is completely different.

Firstly, the walls to the guest seats were high, besides being protected by an iron lattice between the guest seats and the stage.

In addition, the walls were embedded with human bones and mummies.

It's an unusual sight, but it wasn't any more surprising to be here now.

More importantly, Lambert was paying attention to the height of the wall.

It did not seem easy for Lambert to do harm to the passenger seat in this situation.

Besides, the passage here is very long.

If you're hassled with walls and cages, you'll get run into the aisle and you won't be able to follow.

It's not just walls and cages.

Undead, a woman with no neck, placed all over this institution, was also something that could never be ignored.

Undead, a woman without a neck, has a high degree of precision in the movement of the whole thing.

It was such a natural move that I didn't think it was undead.

Undead's arms and legs were also beautiful and all I could think of was a pathological obsession with conservation.

A dead manipulator who can afford to put the hassle where it can be said to be unnecessary is, in short, that's all he's used to doing.

Even where I was sure to drop my neck, I could see the refracted restraint of their Lord.

A broken person restrained by the way the corpse is twisted is also the flip of the fact that he excels as a death manipulator.

You can't brush your arms as a death manipulator if you're on a proper nerve.

The neckless undead are undoubtedly highly skilled in combat.

Maggot, too, had been threatening the undead for a long time.

There were shadows in the guests' seats.

As Lambert ran his eyes toward the passenger seat in an attempt to find individual information, he heard a weak voice from behind him.

"Run, veil? Why are you here...?

Slightly away from Lambert, he mingled with those he wished if he were brought here as a warrior, and looked like Charles.

He was forced to bring him in and throw him out, or he was dressed like he fell on the ground.

My clothes are worn out and my skin is scratched.

He was also shackled in the back of his hand.

It didn't seem like it could be fought properly already, but Maggot had spoken of this as just a murder show.

He looked good, and if he moved and screamed, maybe he didn't care about the rest.

Lambert approached Charles and smashed and destroyed the shackles with his caged hands.

"Ouch......!

It would be because the shackles were thin and unhygienic again.

Of Charles' thin arms, where the shackles were fitted, a red pus was formed and purulent.

They were rubbed and scratched.

"I really didn't know you'd been this far too. It's something you do a lot at that age in this peaceful time, but didn't you think about it later?"

Charles originally zeroed the word "arena."

I may have known in some way that this place existed, but I got to this point aiming, so I could say that it was just a big deal.

Most importantly, she would have lost her life lightly after this without Lambert.

"Oh, thank you, Lambert...... So, but if we get this far already... we have to die..."

Charles squatts with his body down.

I'm trembling. I hadn't wept, but under my eyes were dirty with tear marks.

They've already dried up crying.

Charles, who was so busy and victorious, had just broken his heart in his life in this creepy arena.

"Don't worry. Count Perciris and I want to see each other again. And for that, I'll make sure you live."

"... but"

Charles lays down his face.

"... but he said there wasn't one person who came here and got away with it. Wherever you go, there's that undead... and it's like you don't know where it's connected outside."

"If you chase around, like, where the exit is, you'll get there sooner or later."

"What..."

"Didn't you come here to kill The Neckless Witch? This is the side to follow. Don't worry, I'm on it."

To Lambert's words, Charles opens his mouth small and solidifies his expression.

Then I grinned powerlessly.

"... Lambert, you don't brace. Thank you, I feel brave. I hope so."

"Tell me more about this place than that. Something, isn't it holding the information? He seemed to know a lot about this place."

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Charles was a little silent, staring at the guest seat and indicating it with his fingers.

"Lined up over there are Hawkins in Jeune from left, Arnite in Khaliu... all like the executive class of this leading armed group in Dark City Dredda. That's what makes me come here without an escort. Some people don't know their names, but I think they were probably executives somewhere"

"Ho."

Lambert runs his eyes to them.

Finally, the rulers behind this arena and the Dark City are connected.

There is no way that an armed group in a Dark City that is supposed to be in conflict can be assembled in one place without allowing escorts, unless there is a clear relationship of power.

"Then... I'm probably the ruler of this dark city..."

With Charles trembling his voice, he turns to the highest privileged seat.

Her cheeks were wet with sweat, and her eyes had a color of fear.

At the end of Charles' gaze sat a young girl with a strange appearance.

Next to each other, one by one stood the undead of a woman with no neck.

The girl was dressed in a dark dress with long sleeves, her face hidden by drooling a large square cloth with the first patterned.

The chair was made of a combination of white bones to solidify and, worst of all, it was apparently a real human bone.

"The witch without the neck."

Lambert stares.

The big eyes painted on the cloth and the eyes met.

"Maybe there's nothing real about it..."

"No, probably, but it's real. It has troublesome escorts."

Lambert shakes his head.

Behind "The Witch Without a Neck," stood the big man in black armor.

It looked familiar in cursed metal, black demon steel (Dalwright) armor.

(viii) One of the Wise Men: The Knight of Blood Mist.

Lambert had slashed his arm off in the Holy City of Heinstier, and had seen black armor crushed by the wreckage of the tower afterwards.

But his arms remain firm, and above all alive.

I can tell by the style and movement, but it doesn't mean the contents are different.

He was definitely the one who fought Lambert for the first time.

"... Again, wasn't he dead"