“This damned Adventurer dares to…” General Overlock grumbled as he slowly got up from the ground.

His appearance?

It was quite grotesque.

His head was bashed open, his brain was flowing out from the cracks, one of his eyeballs was dangling from his eye socket, and he was covered in blood.

General Overlock’s appearance right now looked like something out of an American gory horror film.

“Who the hell are you?” Siegfried asked.

General Overlock—no, the creature that had been disguising as General Overlock replied, “Beats me… I wonder who I am?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re not General Overlock,” Siegfried said before he nonchalantly added, “General Overlock is the type of person who would try to hold his ground at least for a week before making any rash decisions.”

“Kek…”

“He’s not the type of person who would order a full-scale offensive just because the supply line has been cut. I mean, he would have already gotten fired otherwise.”

“I haven’t thought of that, but I knew that my cover won’t last that long..”

“That’s probably why you ordered this full-scale offensive. You wanted to annihilate the entire army before I got the chance to expose you.”

Siegfried accurately pinpointed the intentions of the fake General...