deceased

Claire Nafiste, the descendant of the noble who was hated by the noble youths of the imperial capital because he defeated many suitors and won the beauty back, the one who was once criticized by the noble circles of the imperial capital because of his love that was not compatible with the world The head of the Pfister family stood on the battlefield like a statue at this moment.

Those azure eyes, exactly the same as Hayden's, were like two glass beads, still clear, but without any expression.

Glory and disgrace have all gone from him, leaving only emptiness and dullness.

The man raised his staff and roared to attack.

Krell suddenly rushed forward.

At the same time, Hayden also moved.Like a tiny needle, he quickly and accurately inserted between Krell and the Holy Knights, blocking his progress with a water wall.

"Father!"

Hayden stared through the rippling water wall, locked on the sluggish figure.

The man is angry. "attack!"

A green mist overflowed from Krell's body, and the green mist penetrated the water wall and spread towards Hayden's palm.

Mundra suddenly got out of the necromancer's gap and slammed into Hayden hard.

His rushing force is really negligible for Hayden.But Hayden took a few steps back in his direction to buffer his strength and prevent him from being injured by the violent collision.

Where he was originally standing, the green mist completely melted into the water wall, and the water wall surged like boiling water, gradually gathering into a huge bubble.

Hayden hugged Mundella, and hurriedly propped up the water wall and the double-layer enchantment of vindictiveness.

The moment the barrier was formed——

The blisters suddenly burst!

The green liquid was like scattered petals, splashing towards the holy knights overwhelmingly.

Although the Holy Knights didn't know what it was, Necromancers were always associated with words such as death, poison and curse, so they retreated cautiously.

The green water splashed on the ground, making a splashing sound.

Under the corrosion of the green water, the flat ground was sunken in small pieces and turned into potholes.

The man excitedly said: "Good job! Krell."

Krell stood motionless, oblivious.

Hayden moved slightly.

Mundella tugged at his sleeve and said, "It's useless."

Hayden held his hand, "He is my father, I want to rescue him. You stay by my side and don't move."

Mundra said: "It's useless. He's dead."

Hayden frowned slightly, "Duncan said that liches are conscious."

Mundra shook his head and said, "He's not a lich, but a witch corpse. He's already dead." Hayden looked down at him with his hands tightened, with unprecedented sharpness in his eyes, "How do you know? "

Mundra looked down at his toes.

A green mist filled the sky.

The Holy Knights and the Priests of Light had just seen how powerful the green mist was, and they didn't dare to confront it head-on, so they retreated one after another.

Hayden looked at Krell who was being manipulated by the man as a puppet, his left hand slowly clenched into a fist, and a layer of bone-chilling ice condensed in his azure pupils.Just when the man was complacent when he saw that the God of Light would retreat in fear of his own attack, his chest was pierced by a long sword protruding from the slope!

Warm blood dripped down the blade and onto the ground.

The man's eyes were wide open, his pupils were blank, as if he was completely unaware that he was about to die, or he was aware of death but didn't understand why it happened.But he didn't have that much time to think. With the long sword drawn out, his life was also drawn out of his body along with the blood.

The necromancer nearby looked at him, then at the man, and the manipulative puppet gradually moved around Hayden.

"Who are you?" cried Kondraff.

Hayden drew his sword back, and before he could answer, Melon greeted happily: "Marshal Hayden! Are you also here to destroy the Necromancer?"

In fact, Malone had seen Hayden and the girl beside him from the very beginning, but he was not sure of their positions, so he pretended not to see them.After all, the relationship between the God of Light and the Banding Empire is now tense, and if there is any trouble, it may escalate from a local struggle to a full-scale war. This is what the God of Light, which intends to face the necromancer head-on, is extremely unwilling to see.Now, Hayden killed the necromancer as soon as he made a move, which showed that even if their positions were not completely consistent, they would definitely not contradict each other, so it was extremely cost-effective to say hello and get closer to each other.

Hayden tightened his grip on the sword.

If personal will is everything, he will definitely not form a united front with the God of Light.Not only because of the conflict of interests between the empire and the God of Light, but also because of the God of Light's use of believers to continue to expand in recent years, and the practice of holding small countries in the name of God for their own interests made him deeply disgusted.

But individual will is not everything.

Between the Necromancer and the Society of Light, he had to make a choice.Obviously, as the murderer who just killed the necromancer, his choice is very narrow.

Thinking is just a moment, and the reaction honed by years of marching and fighting made him make a quick decision.

"I'm here to save my father." Hayden's eyes fell on Krell, who had been frozen like a log since the man's death.

"That's it." Myron was moved, as if he was infected by Hayden's behavior of breaking into the Necromancer's base camp alone, and couldn't help sighing, "The Marshal is really a filial son. But it's a pity..." Everyone can see that this man who gave birth Before the father of the Marshal of the Empire had time to enjoy the glory of the father of the Marshal, he became a soulless witch corpse.

Hayden turned around.

The witch corpses around him subconsciously raised their staffs.

Hayden stopped in his tracks.

The witch corpses also stood there dumbfounded, without further action.

While the holy knights were fighting with other witch corpses and undead knights, their small area maintained an eerie silence.

Hayden turned his head, looked over the body of the witch corpse covered in potion, and met Kondraf.Because he is the one who talks the most among the necromancers, he has become a bridge between the necromancers and other people without knowing it.

"I want to take my father away." Hayden said.

Kondraf held up his staff and looked arrogantly at the man called the Marshal of the Empire by the Priest of Light, "In the world of necromancers, there are only two kinds of people. Necromancers and people who are about to become witch corpses. I belong to the former , you belong to the latter, your father... he is not anymore. He is just a witch corpse."

The anger in Hayden's eyes was ignited.He laughed angrily, "Want to make me into a witch corpse? Come and try!"

The long sword was raised flatly and pointed at Kondraf provocatively.

Kondraf licked his lips, the greed on his face was flickering under the light of fire and water in the sky, "Shuangxiu in both magic and martial arts. I have always wanted such a witch corpse...but before that, I want It!" He pointed with his staff, in the direction of Krell.

The faces of the necromancers around Hayden suddenly changed, and their already pale cheeks revealed a sickly blue.

The corner of Kondraf's mouth raised, and Krell, who was originally still, moved.He took a few steps back, then turned, his chest facing Hayden's blade.

Hayden's hand holding the sword slowly dropped.

Kondraf said: "You should be proud of your father, he is only one step away from becoming a lich. What an honor!"

Claire raised his eyes, his eyes were empty.

Hayden's heart shook violently, and the hand holding the sword became hesitant for once.

Not far from them, Myron watched quietly.Whether Hayden killed the Necromancer, or the Necromancer killed Hayden, it was a sure-fire deal for the Society of Light.In fact, he was more looking forward to the latter, so that he could have an extra powerful ally in the camp against the necromancer.

Kondraf waved his staff.

Claire raised his hand suddenly.

"Father!" Hayden cried anxiously.

Claire's hand stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Kondraff was stunned.He didn't think that the witch corpse would still retain the memories and perceptions of his life.Could it be that...it is not a witch corpse, but a lich?Thinking of this, his heart beat faster, and he tentatively called, "Krell?"

Claire turned around slowly.

Behind Claire——

Mundra took out the bone staff, and put the armband and key back into the interspatial bag.