Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert turned his attention to the remains of Baltier's Black Demon Steel (Dalwright) armor.

Perhaps the remains of this armor are just remains.

Baltia has already escaped.

Lambert was still unable to find the thread for the Baltian offense.

He couldn't have dropped his arm, buried it alive, slashed his head and heart.

To think that appearing like this would unilaterally damage the battlefield and detain Lambert was not a pleasure.

Baltia herself did not seem to intend to show up in front of Rambal any longer.

However, if we hunt down the "whistling demon," we should eventually face each other again.

But now there is no respite for thinking all about Baltia.

From afar, "The Giant of Demonic Silver (Mithril)" is coming to Haylesk, the king's capital.

The battle power of the 'whistling demon' is also rampant on this occasion.

And as their center, there is Zeke, a death manipulator in the Kingdom of Lauraul who has fought Lambert.

We need to clear these two challenges first.

Lambert defeated the swordsmen, magicians, and undead of "The Whistling Devil," and pushed toward Siege.

Sieg's stopping had asked the General Commander of the Kingdom Soldiers, Sword Saint Ethiopia.

But it was cruel to throw the opponent of the Phantom, who continues to live from the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms, at soldiers in the present Kingdom of Legions.

"Where! Come out! Sieg Carnage!"

At that time, the kingdom soldiers and the swordsmen of the 'whistle blowing demons', who were fighting around them, attacked at the same time with their blades to Lambert.

Something was delayed in understanding, and Lambert was defensive as he retreated.

But that was a mistake.

From where I was not alert, I was suddenly struck with breath.

By imposing a shackle on himself that he should not kill because there are also kingdom soldiers, he decided to undermine the opponent's attack.

A blade blow released from the blind spot punched Lambert in the neck.

It was a royal soldier.

Lambert succeeded in dissipating power while pulling his neck and tightening the gap in the joint.

But still, the blow was echoing.

I shake up my legs and kick the Kingdom soldiers that have been slashed, guarding my surroundings.

There should have been a culprit for this unusual situation nearby.

"Nyahahahahaha! Still, dull. What is it that hangs on your hands like this, among the Four Demons?

In the voice, a girl in a bright red dress was laughing at Lambert.

It's Sieg.

Only one person stood flat in its center as those around him fought with blood.

No one cares about his existence, as if it's not visible to the others.

"Sieg......!

Lambert's kicked kingdom soldier rose up and slashed into Lambert again.

Lambert stared at his opponent as he prevented it with a blade.

"Chi, no... my body, my body moves on its own... help me..."

That's what the soldier said to excuse himself.

And from all around them, those who lacked their facial expressions attacked Lambert with each weapon.

As Lambert retreated, he wielded their weapons with a great sword.

"Di, Dear Sieg! Undo the magic you hung on me! Dear Sieg! Why, why did you do this to me when you swore allegiance!

A big man with an axe comes to Lambert screaming like that.

Lambert unleashed a flash of the great sword, cutting the man's body up and down.

A body divided into two parts rolls down the ground as it is bloodstained.

"Are you depriving yourself of your physical freedom, no matter your enemy allies... an evil hobby"

That's what Lambert did.

Besides, those deprived of their physical freedom seemed to be able to collaborate breathlessly with each other and move beyond the limits of their original physical abilities.

Lambert stares at Sieg.

Those who had been slaughtered by Rambal were usually engaged until Rambal arrived.

Perhaps he was playing that kind of move to disguise himself.

There are also people around Zeke who are fighting while ignoring Zeke.

I wonder if that majority has already taken over their bodies.

"Help me... Ouch, it hurts so bad... how can I live in such pain?

From the ground, I heard voices.

A man slashed by Lambert was coming towards him as he crawled on the ground.

Because he is moving forcefully, his hands are bloodstained, and the traces he has moved have a path of blood buildup.

Until then, he still held the axe firmly in his hand.

Lambert protruded the great sword and wore his head.

Brain pulp splashed and the man finally stopped moving.

Lambert finally noticed what the man was doing now.

It is more correct that it is manipulated, rather than so replaced.

They're already undead, moving as Zeke wants.

It was the same as when we fought Sieg in the past.

Zeke is able to create an undead that binds freedom while leaving his self behind.

But what was different from two hundred years ago was that it made it impromptu possible.

Lambert shook the blade, paying for the sticky meat and brain.

"Sieg... how much you care about humans!

"Naturally, until I feel better. I don't even know that. If you want to stop it, you have to help yourself. I wanted to play more with you."

That's what Zeke says, smiles and shows his fingers with a small mouth.

"I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you! Two hundred years ago, when I lost to you, I couldn't help but see it!

Sieg waved his arms wide and said so as he drooled his saliva out of his mouth.

"Until then, the music I was looking for, the research, it's all faded! Look at this, Lambert. Look at this body! I did my best to beat you!

Breaking through Siege's dress shoulder, two long arms appeared.

There were four joints on the right and five on the left.

"Yet you are! You're telling me you lost a ridiculous political battle and died! What a terrible guy you decided to kill all the princesses when you were at the top of your happiness and you were so relieved that it was all over! Yeah, but now that you're out in front of me again, I'll forgive you for everything."

"Bad hobby pervert"

Sieg laughs at Lambert's words.

"You'd know that, wouldn't you? Such words are neither derogatory nor praiseworthy to a death magician. We're used to hating each other."