Former General Is Undead Knight

"I'll make you regret it. You put a blade on this doma in an underground arena with no escape."

Doma said so to Lambert, supported by the undead.

Lambert stood on a raw, artificial giant (Fresh Golem) who had just defeated him, pointing a sword blade at Doma.

"That's you." and mourn the fact that he lived in hiding on the trail. "

Doma raises her arms.

As soon as they were in the audience, the undead, wrapped in a dress with no neck, stopped moving simultaneously and slowly turned towards Lambert.

Shortly afterwards, at the same time, they begin to move, jumping from between Lambert's empty iron lattices to the stage.

Following the herd of undead, 'The Blood Mist Knight' flew into the stage.

The weight of Black Demon Steel (Dalwright) rocks the area.

"Please stay out of my way!

Doma screams hysterically at 'The Blood Mist Knight'.

"When I found out he was coming, I advised him it wasn't a spectacle... Are you still going to expose yourself to ugliness, Doma? Cooperate, Lambert disposes of it by example. Your undead is what we asked for. You don't have to wear them out here."

"It was just a little incompatible. Don't let the trolls crush the flies. Fresh Golems specialize in strength and mass, while their daughters specialize in speed and skill."

Two neckless undead reached Lambert.

They are in possession of a weapon that was falling into the arena, pinching the rambale as they rush, kicking and jumping on the ground at the same time.

Lambert set the sword aside as he played a single cracked blade at his left elbow, releasing a quick flash.

The blade of the great sword passes through the torso of the two undead.

Delayed by the blade, the two undead were blown into space and rolled away with their upper and lower bodies separated.

"Nah......!

Doma leaks a startling voice.

"Doma, I expect a number of forces from you, but I don't want any force. Especially him, he's an irregular. The day of the plan is near. Before we do that...... at any rate, we have to clean it up here. If even he can be punished here, I can tolerate a little."

Doma was poking her own forehead with her index finger so frustrated by the suggestion of "The Blood Mist Knight," but eventually turned forward as she gave up.

"... that word, you won't forget. You too, get off the stage. Are you somewhat confident in your arms? I promise you my full standing and peace in this city."

Speak up to the heavy towns of Dark City, where Doma is an audience.

The heavy towns of Dark City paled their faces to Doma's words.

Everyone remained frozen and silent, but one raised his voice.

"Mm, unscrupulous, Master Doma. The kind of monster that cleans up the undead so lightly, we don't...!

Doma holds her fist.

The neckless undead who was near the man jumps at him.

He snapped the screaming man's neck and snapped it down to the floor.

"You do your job if you don't want to be like the garbage there. If you want to escape, think that all of your men waiting at headquarters will follow the same path."

The heavy towns of Dark City, blue in Doma's words, descend to the stage with one person, another.

"There's no point in getting more miscellaneous fish..."

"You don't want to wear out Doma's undead, do you? Don't worry, I'll let Doma go. It seems that neither the undead there nor the poor Count's daughter want this doma's neck to accumulate."

Doma rings her finger.

The wall behind the doma collapsed, and an artificial giant (Fresh Golem) appeared wrapped around a life without a neck.

She rides that shoulder.

Faux giants (Fresh Golem), wrapped around a lifetime without a neck, head to the arena stage with their domas on board and jump down with their giant arms, folding the iron plaid that separates them.

Lambert was meanwhile engaged with an army of undead with Charles without a neck on his back.

There was another increase in the number of new undead wreckages around Rambale, but whether you knock them down or not, a new undead appears through the doors surrounding the arena.

"The Blood Mist Knight" jumped on me as Lambert tried to slap the undead without a single neck again.

Lambert gave up the attack and took the 'Blood Mist Knight' sword with his own sword and pressed it with his weight.

Lambert slams a second blow through the gap where the black armor rested, but he walks back and forth through the great sword of Lambert with a big pull behind him.

"I thought we'd see each other again, the ghost of the former Four Demons."

"The ghost will be the same for you, 'The Blood Mist Knight'. Don't you have to put your arm back? Or does that mean you're confident you can fight me and win with one hand?

The fingers on the right hand side of the black armor were missing when playing the axe Lambert threw at Doma.

Now he manipulates the Great Sword with only his left hand.

But he was supposed to be able to regenerate his own flesh.

Lambert knows about it.

Black armor has been taken one arm by Lambert during his engagements in the holy capital Heinstier, followed by major injuries that should normally lead to death by the collapse of the consolation tower.

Failure to do that in this situation now meant nothing more than that there were some limitations regarding regeneration.

"One arm is enough."

Black armor draws a lot of body.

Lambert followed it and protruded the Great Sword forward.

Black armor, turning himself around, defends himself with a great sword and recieves.

Lambert tries to make a blow that leads to black armor, but pokes that gap and a neckless undead flies from side to side with his sword pointed at him.

Lambert punched the neckless undead with his caged hand as he restrained his black armor with a great sword.

"Even if you are the strongest of the former Four Demons... it will be difficult to strike a decision on me, who will defend myself while scouting all the soldiers."

Behind the black armor was the figure of a doma riding the neckless undead and the heavy towns of Dark City, as well as the living artificial giant (Fresh Golem).

"The knights of the Kingdom of Lauraul use their most humble hands."

"Don't be a jerk, you're going to hang the sway, former Four Demons General"

Black armor laughed Lambert's words with his nose.

The Kingdom of Lauraul is one of the nations destroyed by the War of Eight Unities.

His Black Demon Steel (Dalwright) armor, as well as his genre of swords, clearly belonged to the Kingdom of Lauraul.

Lambert was convinced that the identity of "The Blood Mist Knight" was connected to the Kingdom of Lauraul.

"I'm just saying that I have something to take precedence over, for example, my own pride and small things. It's chivalry to serve a purpose. It's a clown who has been cleansed and slashed in the middle of his dreams for his innocence. Still don't learn that."

Black armor did not touch on his own origins, and so he returned them.

"That's off-target. To the proud, the living do not follow. You can only fool the dead and manipulate them conveniently. You'll never know. My dream was already fulfilled 200 years ago. That's why we kill you."