Former General Is Undead Knight

"Come on audience...... thank you for coming to Doma's show tonight"

Maggot, who was standing on the side of the audience, raised his voice.

Unlike the battlefield on the table, Maggot seemed to be making progress with frightening threats, running his eyes everywhere in the arena.

In particular, he has turned his attention to Doma over and over again about the organizer-like 'Witch Without a Neck'.

She seemed to be extra afraid of damaging her mood.

Lambert took his gaze off the maggot and turned to the audience.

Everyone in the audience is pale, too.

He looked restlessly at the unceremonious undead around him.

However, they were all afraid to buy Doma's unhappiness and basically seemed to try to see the arena stage.

But rather than having fun with the show, it seemed like the goal was to end this place today without Doma's attention.

It is about Doma who is looking forward to it.

The Dark City rogues also seemed sorry to be forced to accompany the evil taste of bloody corpses.

"Enjoy some of Doma's amazing artistic undead. We know that a swordsman of great skill is coming this time, and we know that you can enjoy the power of Doma's undead more than usual. Let's begin the first act of madness."

Maggot raises his arm.

The large door that was installed under the audience seat lifts up and opens.

To the stage, each army with a weapon came into an avalanche.

You look pale, your eyes are out of focus.

Something to mislead the rotten odor or smelled like a sweet disgusting flower.

The exterior is repaired, but Lambert soon found out it was undead.

The number was just ten.

All those who stood on stage began to scream and run away from the undead.

But the door was closed except that the undead came in, and there was no place left to escape.

"This, this, how can I..."

Charles groans with tears in his eyes.

"Charles, run as fast as you can behind me. I want to reduce the damage a little bit.... the top priority is Doma's neck and yours."

Lambert had erected a great sword to say, and was flying to the army of the undead that came in.

The deceased waves his weapon silently and hits Lambert.

Lambert waved the great sword into a sideburn.

With that one swing, the upper body of the surrounding undead was amputated, and the corrupt blood polluted the area.

Soon four dead men went back to sleep.

Release the two swings further diagonally as you move forward.

The torn apart undead body rolls down the floor.

Lambert's elbow-butting burst to the last undead that jumped from blind spot.

My head bounces off, my spine breaks in the aftermath and I get slapped to the floor.

"La, Lambert... you were so strong...?

Charles, who was moving behind Lambert, shrugged so as he stopped and groaned.

"I thought it might be a little more troublesome, but something like this"

Lambert waved the great sword and flew the rotten blood on the blade.

That alone drives the wind through the stage.

The eyes of those in the audience who couldn't possibly afford to watch the show were also nailed to Lambert's overwhelming sword.

Those who were brought in as fleeing warriors were also following Lambert's bravery with a dazed face, forgetting to even cry.

"They threatened me scattered, but I didn't expect them to just fight the mass-produced undead. But no way, that's not the end of it."

In Lambert's words, Doma's body, sitting in the privileged seat, trembles small.

Death manipulators in this hand have extremely high pride.

He stared at it as something that would show a big gap somewhere if it stimulated self-esteem.

Half immortal, half-dead, undead magicians who live by dragging their rotten flesh fear that their previously connected lives will be broken anyway.

In order to put them on the mound of battle, they need a big gap.

It was not Lambert's nature, but in order to survive the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, the provocation to the sorcerer was what he wore naturally.

"... I told you I'd go out with entertainment until you were convinced, but don't get on with that kind of visible provocation."

"The Blood Mist Knight" standing beside Doma advises her so.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu This doma is creeping me out, too. Maggot, give me directions for Act Two! That's enough."

Doma stuffs her face with her fingers over a dripping cloth.

"Yes! Now, let's take the Undead of Act Two!

With Maggot's proclamation, the big door lifts up again.

From there, the twisted, strange undead of the body came into an avalanche at once.

The number is completely different from the last one.

Overall, a light forty would be beyond.

Some have three heads, some have six arms.

If the first act earlier was a graveyard, the second act was hell.

"Earlier undead, just play. These kids are the undead that Doma prepared for the fight. Just fine." The Blood Mist Knight "… You are taking this doma a little lightly, so I hope you will see this show again. I'll show you the power of Doma's children."

Laughing as Doma dulls, he calls out to the 'Blood Mist Knight' beside him.

He received a glass of red liquid from an undead squire without a neck, rolled the cloth on his face and poured it into his mouth.

"In this number, you won't be able to afford to fight while protecting the rest of the bait, even though it's just Lambert."

To Doma's words, 'The Blood Mist Knight' turns silently to the stage.

"If you don't want to die, stay solidified in one place!

I cry out to those to whom Lambert has been brought as another fighter.

A scream of fear silences Lambert's drink.

To Lambert, a bunch of strange-looking undead push.

Lambert comes forward a lot and keeps swinging his big sword quickly.

Forty undead bodies are transformed from those who approach Lambert into mere pieces of meat.

An arm, a neck, rolls down the floor with rotten flesh.

It's not a fight.

Obviously, it was a unilateral disposition.

That doma also froze the movement of the body.

The tip of his face was fixed to the rambal.

"Can we have this much fun? That is not a pawn that can be punished with miscellaneous soldiers. He goes above me now, but to this extent I can do it."

Doma crushed the glass in her hand to the words of "The Blood Mist Knight".

It was the expression that could not be seen, but there was a clear anger.

"... I'm feeling fast. Don't look at me, Doma's undead isn't like this."