Former General Is Undead Knight

Volume 2, 38: Feast of Revenant Dragon ?

Volume 2, Chapter 38: Feast of Revenant Dragon ?

Rawnpoop looked down at Lambert from above with an enraged look on its face.

Bluish-black body fluid spurted out from one eye—the one with a vertical line made by the single slash of greatsword that tore both the eyelid and eyeball.

Lambert readied his greatsword too, glaring back at Rawnpoop’s ugly head.

Lilith’s undead army blocked Lambert, who couldn’t move, as he focused his attention on Rawnpoop from behind.

Lambert swung his greatsword the moment Rawnpoop and the undead army made their move.

?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?

Rawnpoop’s eerie upper body made a loud cracking sound as its head moved toward Lambert, trying to squash the latter with its weight.

Lambert dodged that rush by a paper-thin margin, countering right away by slashing at the dragon’s cheek.

But his attack failed to scratch Rawnpoop this time.

Rawnpoop’s body was really solid.

Even someone as strong as Lambert couldn’t injure it unless he put more strength into each of his attacks.

In addition, in contrast to its stupid yet eerie appearance, Rawnpoop was smart and agile. It knew that it mustn’t give Lambert a chance to use a powerful move.

Its eerie heads rose as it rushed forward.

Without giving any moment for Lambert to prepare his next move, Rawnpoop slammed against Lambert with the same speed as before.

For any normal person, it was a series of nightmarish, consecutive attacks.

Lambert dodged this attack as well by a hair’s breadth.

Instead, the falling head smashed a poor undead who just happened to be there, turning said undead into mincemeat.

The remaining power from that attack destroyed dozens undead at once.

In total, its attack was two swift strikes from such a gigantic body.

Seeing Lambert move desperately to dodge even those two attacks, Manzi regained his confidence in Rawnpoop’s immense strength.

His face, which was previously drenched in cold sweat due to fear, regained an eerie smile.

‘The dragon turned out to be able to attack twice at such an unbelievable speed! As expected, my Rawnpoop is invincible! Although he managed to wound Rawnpoop before, it was just a lucky strike after all! It’s only a matter of time until Rawnpoop corners him… GOGOGO!’

At that moment, a phenomenon beyond Manzi’s wildest dream unfolded before his very eyes.

Rawnpoop raised its head quickly, attacking Lambert for the third time with the same speed as before.

?HYO…??

That attack gouged the ground, sending a spray of soil dancing in the air.

That phenomenon blocked Manzi’s line of sight, preventing him from seeing the situation.

Rawnpoop’s attack didn’t stop after the third strike.

Within the cloud of dust, the dragon followed up with a fourth and then fifth strike, each as swift as the strike prior.

?HYOHOHOHOHO…??

Rawnpoop was swift despite its weight. That alone was enough of a threat.

The attacks that combined both its mass and swiftness changed the terrain around the battlefield.

The vibrations from Rawnpoop’s attacks pulsed outward, reverberating to where Manzi stood.

In particular, Manzi knew that Rawnpoop’s fifth strike—despite being blocked by a cloud of dust—was more powerful than the previous strikes.

‘Not even that undead knight should be able to dodge those attacks!’

And then, the fifth attack was followed by the sixth, seventh, and eighth strikes in quick succession.

In the cloud of dust, pieces of undead flesh were scattered about. These remnants seemed to be coming from the undead who got involved in the battle.

Manzi couldn’t hide his excitement upon seeing Rawnpoop’s eight consecutive strikes. He was elated to the point that his body leaned forward.

?HYOHOHOHOHOHOHO! YOU’RE SO AMAZING, RAWNPOOP! I NEVER KNEW THAT YOU HAD THAT KIND OF ABILITY! NOT EVEN THAT UNDEAD KNIGHT CAN SURVI—!?

Then, the cloud of dust settled down a bit.

Manzi saw the figure of Lambert, who stood on top of a mountain of flesh and blood, swiftly dodging Rawnpoop’s fierce strikes.

Manzi’s face stiffened.

The muscles in his face cramped, and he shouted again with an enraged voice.

?WHY…WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY! WHY AREN’T YOU DESPAIRING UPON SEEING RAWNPOOP’S OVERWHELMING MIGHT? WHY HAVE YOU NOT BEEN EATEN BY RAWNPOOP, THE HIGHEST RANKING SPIRIT?!?

?…As expected, I could barely hang in there. I mean, I can’t just lose a horse that I finally managed to find after so much hardship. Guess I have no choice but to crush that huge body with brute force.?

In contrast to Manzi who was screaming like a madman, Lambert spoke with a rather carefree voice, regardless of the content of what he said.

?Y-YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN AGAINST RAWNPOOP?! That way of speaking, as if… as if…?

Manzi almost snapped upon hearing Lambert’s carefree remark. He broke his posture, about to fall from the calamity horse, Troy.

His breath was disordered due to fear and shock. His heartbeat so loud, almost as if it was going to explode.

‘Those aren’t the movements of someone fighting a hopeless battle! Does he by chance… think that he can still win?!’

Manzi regarded Rawnpoop as his trump card to annihilate Barreira City.

And that said trump card was stopped by a mere undead swordsman.

He couldn’t believe the spectacle that unfolded right before him. After all, he knew that Rawnpoop wasn’t the kind of spirit that could be stopped by a single man.

Rawnpoop was a strategic-class weapon that could destroy a city on its own.

‘Impossible… this is impossible! It’s the highest-ranked spirit that made a pact with Guiref-sama after he massacred ten million humans?! And yet, it can’t even kill a single human?’

Rawnpoop stiffened after its eighth strike.

Naturally, Lambert wouldn’t let go of such an opening.

He raised his greatsword as he jumped high in the air. The tip of his sword locked onto Rawnpoop’s forehead.

The tip of his sword stabbed right into Rawnpoop’s forehead, resulting in a crack spreading on its face from the huge stab wound.

?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?

The enraged Rawnpoop butted its head at Lambert.

But at that moment, Lambert’s figure had already vanished from in front of Rawnpoop.

?Over here!?

The moment he stabbed his sword into Rawnpoop’s forehead, Lambert climbed on top of the latter’s head.

And then, he stabbed his greatsword into Rawnpoop’s calvaria.

Rawnpoop twisted its long, eerie body while raising an equally eerie scream, apparently trying to shake off Lambert from its head.

Lambert ran freely on Rawnpoop’s body, moving around to prevent Rawnpoop from catching him, and jumped on top of Rawnpoop’s head again when it tried to slam Lambert on the ground.

The countless arms growing along Rawnpoop’s body tried to catch Lambert.

But those arms were cut off by the next moment. They were blown really far away due to the residual force from Lambert’s powerful slash.

Lambert ran around while inflicting one random wound after another onto Rawnpoop’s body, clearly intending to destroy Rawnpoop’s body.

?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?

Rawnpoop’s head rose high in the air.

And Lambert used that as a stepping stone to jump even higher.

??Lunar Wings?!?

The figure of Lambert rose high in the air as he raised his greatsword overhead with the full moon shining over him. It looked like it came straight out of the most famous painting.

The swarms of undead stretched their arms toward Lambert, who jumped high in the sky.

His greatsword was swung down at once, stopping right when the tip was pointed directly downward.

At that moment, the combination of the entire weight of his greatsword, Organ armor, and gravity was concentrated at the tip of his greatsword.

The combined might of those factors in that single strike was aimed toward the center of Rawnpoop’s elongated body.

The shockwave created from that strike sent the swarm of undead around Rawnpoop’s body flying.

That terrifying strike divided Ranpoop’s centipede-like body into two.

Rawnpoop’s strange cries resounded on the battlefield.

Even though the rear-half of its body had already lost its head, it continued to crawl on the ground as if it had its own mind.