The Sun King's Evidence

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As we all know, only greenskins and tomb kings in the world have no sexual desire.

Vampires are also capable of this. Among other things, the Lahmian clan are experts in this area. Those female vampires are better at hooking up with human nobles. According to the original words of the human male nobles who have experienced it, they are "very comfortable." , it feels like even the bone marrow has been sucked out.”

Blood Ancestor Neferata herself is also a guy for both men and women. Only the Lahmian vampire with the highest status in the sisterhood can be qualified to grind tofu with the Blood Ancestor himself.

The current favorite concubine of the Dragon Emperor of Cathay is also a female vampire, but she is not of the Lahmian blood clan.

As for Man's bald head, that's also true.

Manfred von Carstein is the blood descendant of the blood ancestor Vlad von Carstein, and Vlad is a famous love saint. When he was still called Vashanish, Vlad He easily won the heart of Neferata with his humor, strength, and handsomeness. After the fall of Lahmia, Vashanesh became Vlad after lurking for many years. What he did after disguising himself as a human noble The first thing is to pick up Isabella, the only daughter of Elector Otto of Sylvania.

But unlike the Blood Ancestor, who was very talented, well-spoken, elegant, powerful, capable of governing the country, running the army, and fighting, Manfred had no interest in this aspect, and he often deliberately wanted to rebel against Vlad. Come on.

For example, Vlad's goal against vampires is to unite, while Manfred's goal against vampires is to suppress, assassinate, and intimidate.

For example, Vlad paid great attention to maintaining the number of pigs in his pigsty (referring to Sylvanian mortals). Vlad welcomed and established many "Sylvanian Imperial Alliance Army (mortal army)", and even Vlad also allowed the Knights of Duncanhof, who were trying to drive out the undead, to continue operating in Sylvania.

Of course, Vlad is not a kind-hearted guy. These Sylvanian knights just went through a tragic process and worked hard to regain Sylvania - being hunted by Vlad - and died tragically - Resurrected after a while - working hard to regain Sylvania.

Manfred was different. When Conrad, the second vampire count, was defeated and Manfred took charge of Sylvania, the first thing Bald Man did was to completely destroy and kill Sylvania. The knights of Duncanhof and all the family members of each of them, this is his way of telling everyone that he is different from Vlad, and that Man Bald will not tolerate any mortals still operating in his territory.

I am me, different fireworks~

What makes Manfred the happiest is to crush all the beautiful and precious things in the world, making his opponents show expressions of extreme despair and shock, causing them to lose everything and die socially.

"You are so despicable, my son." At this moment, a cold, elegant voice came into Manfred's mind.

Manfred's face froze.

Vlad is still alive, he has always been alive. As a blood ancestor, Vlad will never really die. His will will always continue with the dark blood flowing in Manfred's body. Vlad is coldly Watching everything, even though centuries have passed since the Vampire War, Vlad's name is always singing, in the whispers of those ghouls, on those ancient tombstones, at the end of the world, It's deep inside Duncanhof Castle.

Vlad is always alive, he just has no body: "My son, you are nothing like me. You should not treat a lady like this. You should give her basic respect. Even if you want to kill her, you should still be decent. "

"Enough! Old man!" Manfred shouted impatiently. He admired and despised Vlad, respected and despised him at the same time.

"You have not inherited my wisdom at all, and your ability does not match your ambition..." When the Blood Ancestor's voice sounded one after another, the heavy banging on the side of the prison interrupted Vlad's words, and the Blood Ancestor's Power is temporarily immersed.

"Boom!" The prison wall exploded instantly, and several crimson light bullets flew out from the broken wall and directly bombarded the crowd.

The dire wolf, ghoul, tomb evil spirit and two vampires that were originally pressing on Alisara were instantly blown away, but the little queen underneath her was unscathed. Alisara continued to move forward for the rest of her life. When she stepped back, several holes had been torn in the stockings on her legs, and none of the round-toed princess shoes on her feet was missing.

Teams of Nicohara palace guards appeared, and then the Lich King Arkhan. The Tomb King's voice was extremely angry at this moment. He seemed to be completely angered by Manfred's behavior: "Manfred ! You vulture in the desert, corpse in the pyramid, what are you doing?"

"What to do?" The expression on Manfred's face remained unchanged: "Look at him, my Lich King, look at this little queen, where is there even a little bit of awareness of being a prisoner in her body? She He looks more like the owner of this castle than we all look!”

"There is only one master of this castle, and that is Nagash, the Lord of the Undead. We are all his servants!" Arkhan pulled out his artifact-Arkhan Tomb Sword, and the Lich King seemed to recall What makes him angry about the past: "That's enough, Manfred, I'm warning you."

"I don't need your warning, I know what I'm doing!" Manfred was not to be outdone, and the last vampire count drew his sword of blasphemy.

Arkhan immediately faced him, and the two artifacts were like phantoms, fighting at high speed. In the blink of an eye, the Lich King and the last vampire count exchanged more than a dozen moves in the prison.

Manfred was quickly shocked by the strength of the man in front of him.

The last vampire count's attacks were as fast as the wind and like a torrential rain. The power of vampire blood gave Manfred unparalleled speed, powerful wrist strength and ferocious physical strength. In Manfred's view, the person in front of him only knew how to play. The bacon of witchcraft cannot be his opponent in close combat.

But in a fierce confrontation, every sword move of Manfred was detected by Arkhan. The Lich King's footsteps were agile and swift, and his defense was impenetrable. Every attack that the Vampire Count aimed to win was on Arkhan. Han's sword stopped in front of him.

Manfred lunged forward, and Arkhan moved out of the way.

The sword of blasphemy missed a hit and was raised upwards. Arkhan blocked it.

The vampire count slashed down, but Arkhan blocked it again.

And at this moment, Arkhan suddenly moved the sword blade to his back, and right there, Manfred appeared from the shadows. The backstab he was bound to win was almost perfectly struck by Arkhan. The ground stopped.

"Cang!" The blade of Arkhan's Tomb Sword firmly blocked the tip of the Blade of Profanity.

More Nicohara palace guards rushed in from outside. Manfred suddenly realized that he had lost the best chance to defeat Arkhan. The vampire count immediately sheathed his sword and showed a cheerful expression towards the Lich King. With a smile on his face, it seemed that all the previous confrontations had never happened: "You are good at swordsmanship, where did you learn it?"

"When you have thousands of years to slowly hone your swordsmanship, your wisdom, and your art of war, you can be like me." Arkhan said indifferently.

The Lich King's melee combat ability and army commanding ability were completely learned from Settra. Since Settra's resurrection, Arkhan has been fighting with Settra, and all the tomb priests under Settra have In total, they are no match for Arkhan in terms of spells, but in terms of the art of war and close combat ability alone, Arkhan is far inferior to Settra.

Therefore, Arkhan chose to fight and make peace with Settra at times. He took advantage of the battle with Settra to study the tactics of Settra, the art of uniting troops, commanding ability, and hone his close combat skills. When the situation is almost over, he decisively sues for peace, and Settra will often readily agree. Arkhan will stay quiet for a few years and pay tribute, and then find the right time to rebel again and confront Settra on the battlefield, and so on.

This is how the Lich King's military abilities and melee combat skills were hard trained.

"I just want to teach her a lesson she will never forget." A sincere and reliable smile appeared on Manfred's face. With a wave of his hand, all the undead monsters retreated, and a dozen vampires slowly walked over. Behind Manfred, the last vampire count was very sincere: "Anyway, we just need a sacrifice."

"This makes no sense." Arkhan looked at Manfred intently. The flames in the Lich King's eyes flickered uncertainly, as if he was reassessing Manfred's threat: "We cannot choose our destiny, because that is Naga. Everything was given to us, but we at least let her go quietly and without pain."

"What's the difference?!" Manfred said unwillingly, and he asked angrily: "Don't you have any happiness of your own? Don't you have any ideas of your own?"

"My happiness is not this." Arkhan shook his head coldly: "The noble Nicohara people will never take pleasure in insulting others, especially a pure girl."

"Then you are willing to let her insult you? Oh, you are such a licking dog. After licking enough, Neferata has changed her gender and now comes to lick our little queen? A shocking love between a sacrifice and a priest! Wow, how touching... It's a pity that it's useless." Manfred said disdainfully, and then he immediately turned and left: "Do as you like, I hope your useless kindness will not harm you, my Lich King .”

Arkhan watched Manfred leave, and then the Lich King turned around and said to Alishara, who was lying on the ground and trembling with fear: "Let's change places. I will be responsible for guarding you from now on. You I won’t be bothered by that guy again.”

"You...you promise?" Alisala was too frightened. In fact, Manfred's method of dealing with the little queen was completely correct. Alisala knew very well that if she was really beaten by two or three hundred people like this, Defiling something that was not even a human being would be a hundred times crueler than killing her.

"I promise." Arkhan hesitated for a moment, but agreed. The Lich King signaled the palace guards of Nicohara Tomb to open Alishara's shackles, but the demon-sealing ring was not released.

"It's surprising that you still have a little bit of humanity and compassion in your heart." As the eternal little queen, Alisara could easily feel that Arkhan really didn't want to be hurt. She hugged him Looking at the little white-faced owl given to him by Forest Queen Alaire, the owl had great doubts in its eyes: "Incredible, no matter what, thank you."

Arkhan said very elegantly and appropriately: "It's an honor. I once encountered a similar thing, a prisoner similar to you. Her name was Neferata. Poison and betrayal killed her. Before she died, It was a huge pain, so I made a vow that I would never let it happen again."

"Neferata..." Alisara was being supported by the tomb guards as she walked. The little queen sneered a few times: "So you will still sacrifice me? For your master? So what's the point of saving me?"

"Everything is the master's task." Arkhan shook his head: "I must play my role well until the end comes. There are very few masters who have the ability to resist the tide of destruction. He must be resurrected, otherwise our The kingdom of silence will fall.”

"But Neferata is not dead." Alisara moved hard, her face was wet, her stockings had several holes, and they were stained with the saliva of the tomb demons.

"She died." Arkhan emphasized, and the Lich King told the little queen: "She was just resurrected later."

"I don't want to tell you anymore, where is my new cell?" Alisala said indifferently.

"I'm next door." Arkhan seemed to hesitate for a while, and he sighed: "Have a good rest... Do you have any wishes?"

"Let me go."

"This can't be done."

"Then don't be so hypocritical."

"...I'm sorry, but I really can't do it. The master's resurrection requires an extremely pure soul, a powerful storage of divine power, and a suitable shell-removing carrier." Arkhan explained everything seriously: "Only You can be an extremely pure soul and a powerful storage device of divine power. I originally preferred Morgiana, the Lake God Witch of Britannia, but unfortunately..."

"It's a pity that the Sun King and his demigod brother are here, right?" Alisara sneered. At the same time, the little queen couldn't help but feel very regretful. If she had known, she would have been so pretentious towards the two brothers.

She knew how many undead armies Nagashiza had, dozens of undead legions, hundreds of undead wizards, and city walls hundreds of meters high. It was despairing, and Arkhan's power might not be inferior to that of her uncle Tiger. Reese.

"The Archbishop of Mirmedia, the Goddess of War, is quite satisfactory. As for the suitable shell-repelling carrier." Arkhan seemed to realize that he shouldn't say so much. The Lich King changed his tone: "I'm sorry, your clothes were Tear it up. I'll have your luggage brought to you. I remember there are some women's clothes from the Nicohara era in the basement. I'll bring them up for you to try on later. Also, if you have any requests, you can tell me directly. , I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Let me go, and I will let Asul stop pursuing you."

"This can't be done."

"You are not completely dead yet, Arkhan. You still have a heart. Why are you willing to be a lackey for the Lord of the Dead?"

"No, I didn't!" Arkhan was finally a little angry. The Lich King signaled to put Alishara back into prison. At the end, the Lich King finally sighed: "When the master resurrects me, In an instant, my destiny no longer belonged to me.”

After leaving his prison cell, Arkhan reached out and his beloved zombie cat jumped onto his arm.

The Lich King whispered silently.

"As servants, the only thing we can decide is how to welcome destruction."

…………I am the dividing line of destruction…………

On the other side, the meeting at Fontainebleau Palace was still being held.

"There is another issue." Ryan sat on the main seat, and the Sun King said in a deep voice: "Regarding the matter of Marienburg, we all know that the group of business princes in Marienburg have smelled the coming huge turmoil, and they are working on it. Buying goods from everywhere and hoarding them..."

Sitting outside, Aurora's eyes instantly lit up after hearing Ryan's words. She smelled a business opportunity. If Ryan planned to deal with the business princes in Marienburg, would she and Theresa have the opportunity to participate and seek some benefits? Woolen cloth?

This is not Aurora's random imagination. MI7 does have a lot of backstage and influence in Marienburg, and there is also the most important helper - Schulz's chief magic advisor who temporarily lives in Marienburg. Tsarina Katalin, she is Aurora's best friend.

No, you can’t look too ugly. Aurora rolled her eyes. She whispered to Theresa who was sitting next to her: "Daughter, it’s almost time. Why don’t you go and ask if you can just be here at noon?" How about a banquet? It’s better to have us all go to the meeting hungry, right? I really want to try Her Majesty Morgiana’s craftsmanship again.”

"Mother? It's not my turn to ask about this kind of thing, right?" Teresa knew that her mother was going to sell her daughter again. The sorceress whispered helplessly: "Morgiana has only given birth to the lady in the lake." There are only a few people such as , Ryan and Mrs. Sulia who open small stoves. Whether we can eat it depends on our luck. "

"Oh, what's the point? You're his female courtier, and you can't even go up and ask?" Aurora didn't consider Theresa's opinion at all. At this time, Morgiana happened to be passing by with several food boxes in her hand. It seemed that the Witch of the Lake God had brought a few boxes of cakes, and the two prophets of the Lake God behind them were also carrying some plates of fresh fruits that were rare in the middle of winter, so Aurora shouted directly to Morgiana: "My Royal Highness, MI7 There is confidential information to be conveyed to His Majesty, can Teresa go in and have a word with His Majesty?"

The conference hall is divided into an outer hall and an inner hall. Aurora and other female courtiers are naturally the core figures in the inner court of the King of Knights, but they still have to sit in the outer hall, and they have to sit in the outer hall, and several ministers such as Talleyrand and Vincent, as well as two Behind the Holy Realm's Great Holy Grail, Marquis Tulas-Changel, Count Julian Cajon, Flag Officer Baron Armand, Count Devin Hex and others, the people in the outer hall could only listen to the discussion in the inner hall. Don't interrupt unless they take the initiative to ask.

Morgiana instinctively frowned her golden eyebrows when she heard Aurora's voice. The Lake God Witch had always disliked this holy witch, but Morgiana didn't have any ill feelings toward Teresa. Their mother and daughter also had a military relationship. The person in charge of Branch 7 had just made a great contribution and couldn’t refuse even thinking about it, so he nodded towards Teresa:

"Come with me."

Teresa was so anxious that she almost cried.

Is there anyone who sells their daughter like this? What do you want me to tell Ryan?

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