Time goes back a little.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."
In a prison beneath the royal castle. Replaced by a pulsating mass of meat half her body, Lawrence was wandering through the maze of thought as the zombies mutilated her guts.
I have nothing to do but groan. When that happens, I get a hazy but prolonged thought.
Where did it fail?
How could it have worked?
I deny it every time I think that if I hadn't killed Rene, the coup would have been made.
If I hadn't hung her on guillotine and let her live in house arrest as appropriate, I wouldn't have come back as an undead.
But...
- No... it is unjust... all those who have given the Federation... must be killed...
So what should I have done...? Justice... What...?
Thoughts go back to shaking.
How could that justice have been achieved in this country if Lawrence had?
Lawrence, who was not even allowed to sleep and continued to suffer constantly, had no longer lost his decent ability to think.
But listening to the footsteps echoing the stone wall, Lawrence is only a little sane.
A silver girl appeared in prison.
- This guy... who he was... oh, yeah, he's the enemy.
Destroy the Bad Federation... if you don't defeat it... but where's my sword? My hand... how come it doesn't move?
Rene looks up at Lawrence, who has the lower half of a pulsating meat mass and has become a giant.
The silver eyes were blinking like stars.
"Work, Lawrence. I'll give you another chance to fight."
Taylakaine boulevard where people's signs disappeared.
There were five Decisive Droets close to the city gate.
Three avant-gardes are in formation in the middle of the street, if I may be exact, and Loretta and Edgar hold a demonic machine (artifact) like a round cannon over a building on either side of the street.
"Yo, let's do another test drive.
Alfonso, please play the enemy again. "
"Ha."
As Alfonso walked towards the city wall, he turned his heels on the way back and stormed with his sword.
"Whoa, whoa!
"Now!
Loretta and Edgar operate the Demonic Machine (Artifact) in Erminio's Decree.
Bai Hui's rays were emitted from the cannon mouth.
The two rays capture Alfonso like a spotlight illuminating the actors on stage.
Of course this is not just a light.
"The Eye of the Sun God". A magic item that pinpoints an effect equal to "Sanctuary Boundary".
"Good aim! If the undead puts this on, my leg stops. On the contrary, a weak guy would be purified in an instant.
Caught in Sanctuary Boundary (Sanctuary): Deals Damage while Stopping. That's where we add our pursuit. Perfect! "
Erminio self-admires the perfect operation he came up with.
"Loretta, is the output stable? How's the connection to the vein?
"It's just, no!
"Then there's no fuel problem. Hmm, we can catch him with this guy for two or three days until he's done his best."
Of course, the world isn't sweet enough to use such a powerful item for free.
Let them have it with tons of demon stones, or else they'll have to use the magic stored in the land.
Here, Taylakaine is on top of the magic buildup (hot spot) without leaking into the example of a large city. Well, compared to Wang Du, the stature falls a lot, but for lack of magical defense on the city walls, I can tell you that there is room.
The "decisive droet”, hired directly from the Marquis Edfeld, was to be able to use the magic of the land with the permission of the Marquis. Now you can use "The Eye of the Sun God" all you want.
Outside the city walls are the undead.
They'll attack soon. And you won't be able to prevent it on the city walls.
But from there is the battle.
And, suddenly.
The city gate blew up with the roar.
"Ahhh!
"Hey, did you sniff it!
The city gates are like walls with just a little sturdy double-open doors.
But just because you blow it up in one blow, it's not the same opponent.
It would be some powerful attack magic. The rubble, and several soldiers descend, apparently entangled in an attempt to protect the gate.
Still, Erminio was not frightened.
"Come on! This Erminio Doloette is the one who wrote" Princess Rose of Grievances "..."
I was about to tell you, Erminio noticed that.
Coming up to scratch the earthly smoke that will stand up soon...... in a huge, distorted (snoring) shadow.
"... what? That object..."
"Ohhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!
Lawrence screamed. Totally unrelated to that, a broken castle hammer wields off a soldier who was stiff with a shield and a spear.
Lawrence's flesh, made by joining many corpses, was crawling on numerous legs growing from pulsating masses of meat, as if a galley ship were moving and sailing.
On its back were many flags pierced like the flag difference of the Japanese warlord, and on its flag was written a letter deliberately and poorly written by Rene, "Rorensu Reinharu".
Many too long arms grow from the enlarged upper body, swinging alone supporting the broken castle hammer.
And even more blasphemously, next to Lawrence's head, there was a knight's head that didn't know who it was. My eyes, nose and ears were stitched together and my head was growing. But the power of the flesh lies with this newly grown head.
Lawrence can't move one finger. It was just a huge, blasphemous fresh golem that was a sensory instrument for getting vision and hearing.
But only his consciousness remained.
Lawrence overlooks Marquis Edfeld's gathered knights and peasants.
People are pointing weapons at Lawrence fighting to protect the city, the people, and the country.
Push fright to death, in a way full of a sense of purpose. Face the mighty monster!
"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!
With a crushed throat and a plucked tongue, Lawrence was still raising her voice.
Rene slowly follows Lawrence after he runs into bullshit like that.
"That wasn't a bad idea. It would be more convenient if I could manage the slow movement. It's hard not to be suitable for an expedition because you can't store it alive."
Fresh golems created by abusing "Corpse Soldier Repair (Repair Corps)" to fuse the undead.
It's not a bad force, except it has a little more magic cost to maintain, and if you mess with the shape, there's going to be a lot of room for improvement. Put on some armor, turn it into a moving tortica...
"Stop it, stop it!
"Wait... how can it not work!?
The way the Lawrence went raised the voice of how he was stuck with his feathers.
Lawrence looks from the top of the building beside the street, and a sober light is pouring down that creates physiological disgust.
"Are you getting some kind of sacred magic shot? Strange magic item. It doesn't really work on this meat tank."
Anyway, no matter how evil the surgical formula you create, this is only a creature, and Lawrence, the nucleus, is a living race, so (though it will be painful to die) it won't be fatal damage.
"... not these guys“ decisive droets ”"
One of them, a light clerk on the roof, is a witch magician (wizard) dressed (sobbing) with extreme chiralism for her sweet beauty.
Illis, previously possessed by Rene, had seen a "decisive droet," and Rene had taken over the memory.
The two on the roof desperately move the searchlight around to lick Lawrence's entire body, and even try to capture Rene. Rene jumped over Lawrence's body for a moment and turned on the light.
In front of Lawrence, who wields a broken castle hammer, the three men in armor ask how they are.
Leader Erminio is wearing silver armor. And these are the Temple Knights with two holy stamped full body armor that are out front to protect him.
A disturber who broke into the king's capital to work the wolves and reduced Rene's army. Well, I should probably just slaughter him.
Not bad as an ingredient for the undead either.
"I wonder if it was the two Temple Knights who were strong...... I think it's quality material, but whoops - you're protecting your soul, aren't you? Even though Rich can't do it without catching every soul. No more."
Well, it's not bad as an ingredient for gools and skeletons.
Rene thinks step by step.
For one thing, Rene eliminates the two who are going to bathe in the sacred beam, and the other three, in the meantime, you just have to let Lawrence stop you.
And...
"Oh... you shouldn't. This is the one who connected the living to the undead."
There was a relaxed old woman's voice that was not suitable for the battlefield.
As for Rene, a former Japanese, she's in the same condition that my grandmother would think of drinking tea while stroking a cat on the edge.
Rene wasn't the only one who was surprised.
The Erminios also look back towards the source of their voices.
One old woman revealed herself, trying to scratch the wary soldiers on the far roll.
Bright white hair wrapped up in an up. Wrinkly face.
She was wearing something presumed to have been a white coat. It's a garment with spotted red brown stains on it.
His hips are about to bend, but his ankles seem firm, coming at unexpected speeds while sticking his wand.
Rene was surprised. There is no fear. No hostility. She's an old woman with a strange heart, like painted in one color with cheap white paint.
"Good night."
When the old woman whined a word, a number of holy tempers swelled up from around her.
- Something's coming!?
Multiple signs of jumping across the roof and approaching at an unlikely rate for people. And.
"Goaaaaaaa!!
"Uh-oh!?
White and golden tiger-like beasts jumped on Lawrence.
Its fangs and toes have the appearance of a goldsmith's arsenal integrated with the flesh, as if it were a cyborg.
The Legion of Holy Tigers without Herds descended from heaven one after the other, poking their fangs and claws at Lawrence's giant.
"Oh, you should suffer. Even if it's not your will, don't suffer and pay for what you've done with this body. It doesn't hurt, but good luck."
"Guh, oh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!
"All right, good boy"
Lawrence raises a scream of pain as she spits blood.
The mysterious Cyborg Tiger attack seems to haunt the Holy Spirit, and that is an unparalleled pain for Lawrence today.
Seeing Lawrence, who was stuffy and suffering, the old woman looked delighted with her eyes narrowed.
- Is that for sure... the subpoena of the sacred magic system - "Holy Beast"?
Generated by magic, or summoned to serve, is collectively referred to as a summoning beast.
It's pinky to the likes of spirits, angels and distorted animal spirits, but this vain and majestic moulding (design) and overflowing holy spirit is absolutely sacred magic system.
Nearly 10 Holy Beasts instantly drove Lawrence into inaction.
The whole thing is powerful enough, and that's a lot...
But for that matter, I don't feel strong enough from the old woman in front of me to follow something like this. I don't even feel the magic of sacred magic.
Simply because she is a commander and there may be a magician behind her manipulating the subpoena, but if so, why did she come to such a frontline...
Anyway, this old lady was odd and creepy in a lot of places.
"Well, thank you. Looks like this is the real deal."
As calm as ever, the old woman turned to René.
"Bad boys who don't know how to hear have to be punished.
God is watching. Yeah. I'm not wearing a butterfly pen anymore.
... you're going to hell. Shit-hungry ghosts. "