Former General Is Undead Knight

"Yes, that's it... Let's make it time to negotiate."

A bald-headed big man has called that to Lambert in a woman's speech tone.

Perhaps Lambert decided that this big man was the leader of the Bandits.

"For those guys, why do you think I surrender?

If Lambert says cold, the hostages move their necks desperately with tears in their eyes and beg to Lambert.

"It's no use falling in love. You're here to help these guys, aren't you? Rest assured. Come on, I was going to teach you a lesson, so I haven't got my hands on it yet. Wow."

"... Hmm"

Lambert, listening to the bandits, recalls the words he heard from the villager girl.

'Even the other day, an adventurer came who suspected that the village had interrupted contact... and soon all three of them were caught. You, too, stay out of it...'

Then I look back at the hostage's facial rash.

All three hostages were around the age of eighteen and their bodies also appeared to be working out somewhat.

These three aren't as thin and fading as the other villagers are, and it seems better to think they've just been caught.

"And I wouldn't even say... take my life. Wow. One arm, don't drop your wrist. So let these three go... and I'll miss you too. Wow."

That being said, he takes the skull in his hand and puts his mouth on the incision of his head.

It was like he was sipping brain miso.

Apparently, the skull was like a cup, filled with clay from the inside so that it could not be zeroed out by pouring water.

The skull itself also appears to be painted and has a surface application.

As Lambert turned his eyes to the cup, the bandit's chief laughed distorting his licence with his unfeeling eyes intact, licking around his mouth with a short, diagrammatically thick tongue in red purple.

"Oh, is this what bothers you? Hey, I made this with the head of a young girl in the village, it's a liquor cup. Hmm... you didn't make it, you made it, to that father. Isn't that funny?

When the chief says, his men raise their voices and laugh.

"Hey, if you're afraid to do it yourself, why don't I do it all the time?

"Are you freaking out with such a decadent figure? Oh, come on, slash it off. Besides... thank your head I'm glad this is all you got to do, huh? If your head is serious, I can catch you, torture you, and show you hell in the world... unfortunately, because you killed me around, I can't do any more damage alone, just in case."

"Ma... I really don't know if you'll be safe in the future. You don't even know who our buck is, do you? I did something stupid... YOU WOW!

My men come to ridicule Lambert on each of them.

(Do you want to hear more of this...? No, don't you need it? To crack your mouth, you just have to leave one)

Lambert pulled out his sword after checking each and every one of the bandits' faces.

The bandits thought Lambert was what slashed his own wrist off.

This village could not have come first, due to certain circumstances, such as the help of a well-armed swordsman.

From the bandits, I could only assume that they were the purpose, such as a sudden visit of a terribly armed swordsman at this time after catching the adventurer.

That is why they stomped on the idea that they could only be held hostage.

"As far as I'm concerned, I can't let a young man from the future kingdom of Legions die. Nothing. I can't even resist dropping my arms in my body right now, or maybe when it comes to attractive suggestions..."

That's all I said, I was upset. I leaked it and let it go.

"I'm sorry, but let me say no. I just dropped it, and I don't think I can convince you."

The bandits, suddenly exposed to intense curiosity, were stretched out by fear.

Within that moment, he stood in the middle of two bandits who were securing hostages and slapped them all down with just one machete in the head.

"Become!"

"What, what happened?!?

The bandits didn't even know what was going on at the earliest opportunity and kept their eyes open as odds.

The chief changed his expression.

"You guys, show him hell. Come on!

Barking, he squeezed the munchkin cup in his hand, less excited.

"Temee, if you can handle this number of people......!

One of the bandits stood in front of Lambert scratching his own fears out loud.

But before I could say that dialogue, my body went vertically straight into two.

"Kill him. Huh! There's only one of them! Don't kill me. Aah!

Four more, bright red fruit bouncing and flying.

Those powerful enough to see that sword muscle were not among the bandits.

I can't react at all.

Rather than avoiding it, even fleeing.

In the end, the bandits who were there did not wave their swords properly, but turned into mutilated bodies one after the other.

"This, this... this... stupid thing...!

Only the barbed chief was left behind.

Lambert glances at the skull glass on the ground before glancing at the leader.

"Well, you have a lot to ask. I can't show the villagers too much dirt... so why don't we rent one empty house and move the place that way?"

"Oh, are you going to torture me? I wonder if Atashi looks like such a jerk..."

The chief crouched on the spot and took the great axe he was letting his men hold.

I glance back at Lambert with my bloody running eyes.

"You... you think you're the most brutal person in the world?

"Hey, what's the sudden..."

"I know a lot more guys who aren't even Locke. The torturist ordaine called the vampire of the kingdom of Berphis...... Hernikos, the usurper king of the kingdom of Marderak...... Gairov, humanity's worst alchemist in the kingdom of Arglous. And be the magician of my Regios kingdom, the great sinner, the wise man, Domillione...... If you've seen one of their evils, a little man like you will never sleep again."

"So, who! What are you talking about!

"What? It's all the names of the guys I used to kill."

Lambert said, dropping his sword to the ground.

"You...... I don't know what that means, it's disgusting. Whoa!

As the chief raises his wild roar, he strikes Rambale.

He avoided the chief waving down his axe and slapped the chief's lowered shoulder with his arm like an iron mass wrapped in armor.

The shoulder joints are shattered and scattered without hesitation.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Open your mouth full, drooling covetousness and tears from too many faces of severe pain.

Immediately Lambert smacks and destroys the opposite shoulder with his joints and knees over his armor.

"What do you say? How does it feel to have both hands and feet all out of use in no time? From now on, you will only be kept alive to inflict pain. But I'm not a ghost. I don't share hobbies like Ordine or Gairov. That was lucky for you. I'll kill you anytime soon."

Lambert grabs the chief's knee crushed and ragged legs, and pulls them apart in a mess.

The chief was drooling out all the moisture in his body with too much fear and intense pain.

The licence is dirty with vomit.

"Nozzle... Nozzle, nozzle..."

The chief was nearby, his eyes turned to plead with the hostages.

It was like an abusive puppy.

Those who were held hostage were so merciful that they forgot the eyes they had been subjected to.

I didn't very much think that the same person was that creepy, emotionless big guy and the guy who was drawn in mud and diarrhea paint.

For some reason, the back length is so illusory that it has also been reduced once.

But they could not do anything because they were bound and stuffed in their mouths.

The chief is increasingly drawn.

Eventually Lambert knocked on one house and opened its door.

"Hmm, looks like this place is empty"

"Ah, ah... oh..."

The chief looked at the hostages to seek help until the end, shuddering his body in disgust.

Once, the door closes.

That was the last time the hostages saw the leader.