Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert and Griff collided many times and shook their blades down against each other.

The sidewalks and surrounding walls collapsed in the aftermath of the battle, even without trauma to them.

The road was as rough as the herd of warcraft had trampled, creating a great crack by the blade of the Great Sword.

It was just hard to say the battle between the two swordsmen, it was an unusual sight.

The ground cracks and the debris flies.

The two swordfights moving at high speeds had even left the sound behind.

It was like a small disaster.

The two competing swords are bounced opposite each other.

Lambert and Griff stare at each other.

In the midst of a fierce battle, a moment's rest came.

"La, n, veil......"

Griff roars in a low voice.

Lambert lowered his sword tip slightly, wondering if he had regained his sanity.

"Lambert, Lambert, Lambert, Lambert!

Griff threw a great sword with the screams.

Lambert strikes with a blade flying in at high speed.

Lambert, who thought there was no way he could accidentally let go of his own weapon, delayed his reaction to that throw.

He hastily flew backwards, threw his own sword straight, and hit the vicious blade coming towards him.

Griff's unleashed sword slipped out of orbit and penetrated deep into the ground just next to Lambert.

"Have you lost your mind so much?"

Lambert shrugged and grabbed Griff's unleashed sword.

That's how I realized.

"Is this my sword?"

It was originally the Great Sword of the Griff that Lambert had been using since his resurrection as an undead.

When Lambert was pushed down to the cliff by Griff, he reached out to grab something, and it was Griff's sword that grabbed him.

The great sword of Lambert should have been left on the cliff.

The fact that it was here meant that Griff continued to use his sword after Lambert's death, nothing more.

"Griff... you..."

Lambert shrugged, holding a real sword of his own.

It was two hundred years old, but it was a firm grip.

Lambert almost laughed unexpectedly.

"I didn't think you'd get behind this, but it's not going to be that sweet."

Glyph was a glyph, picking up the great sword Lambert threw to get off track.

It is Griff's original sword.

Griff also recovered his favorite weapon.

"Lambyeel!"

The glyph is slaughtered.

Lambert set up a great sword.

Then began a more arduous battle.

Lambert continued to meet Griff and the Great Sword, pulling at times and attacking at times.

I can't lose my mind for a moment.

Whatever, it is a heavy blow of Demon Gold (Organ).

If you take it properly, you won't be safe with this armor.

It's not strange to be slapped with every piece of armor with a single blow.

If you take a direct hit, you must be prepared that the area where you received your armor even if it was not damaged will not be able to move.

Each other's sword made a collision that they didn't know how many times it would be.

Lambert pushes his sword out vigorously and plays the glyph.

I thought the glyph had been lightly bounced off me, and I kicked the abandoned wall and immediately came forward.

The ruins kicked by the glyphs begin to collapse instantly.

A sharp blow prevents Lambert from hurting.

Griff used that recoil to jump to the side, kicking the wall again and slashing it in from another angle.

"Gu!"

Although prevented, Lambert's posture collapsed dramatically.

Glyph uses that recoil to jump big and sideways, slashing him from another angle again.

"Run, beje, luuuuuuuuu!

It was an awesome series of attacks.

But every blow was filled with tremendous power and strong hatred.

In a streak of blows, Lambert retreated heavily behind him.

At that time, Griff fainted and jumped in the opposite direction from Lambert's expectations.

The glyph disappears from Lambert's sight.

It was something that should not happen, such as losing sight of enemies in battle.

I rush to follow Griff's move with my eyes, but I still don't see him.

Where'd he disappear?

The moment I thought about it, I had a bad feeling about it.

Immediately after, a metal noise sounds from overhead.

It was the sound of the joint of the armor rubbing and ringing.

Griff was on the rambale.

It was supposed to be wrapped in heavy demonic gold (organ) armor, but it was like a mild leap that didn't make you feel gravity.

He is good at glyphs, "Moon Feathers".

The moment he entered Lambert's blind spot, Griff killed the sound and jumped.

All I could say was divinity to make it run and succeed against a master opponent as good as Lambert.

By the time Lambert realized, Griff had already come to a position where he could not handle it properly.

At a time when he was jumping high and dropping the body of a demonic gold (organ) mass, there was no doubt that the Great Sword had an unusual power.

If something like this hits you directly, even if it's magic gold (organ) armor, you're not safe.

Lambert turned his body and hung on to the recirculation as he moved to avoid a direct hit.

There was nothing more I could do to hit it.

Then we just have to reduce the damage to the maximum.

Griff's "Moon Feather" burst into Lambert's right shoulder.

The magic gold (organ) armor screamed a metal sound.

A severe pain runs on my shoulder.

Griff's sword, which fell off Lambert's shoulder and slapped him on the ground, rocked the perimeter.

Lambert retreated in great haste.

I didn't feel my right arm.

I felt a rash run on my bones.

There is no visible damage to the Magic Gold (Organ) Armor.

But most of the impact of the current blow fell on Lambert's shoulder without being able to recieve it.

At a distance, Lambert tries to move his right arm.

The sensation was still blurry, but there was no obstacle to moving it.

But it was clearly powerless.

"It's what you did..."

Lambert squeaks.

Without force in one arm, it's almost impossible to deal damage over the opponent's Demon Gold (Organ) armor.

The prospect of winning narrowed at once.

"Lambeveyeel!"

Griff comes to Lambert screaming.

Lambert's right arm was thorough to support him, and he set up a great sword.