The Sun King's Evidence

The endless power, coming from Nagash, the Lord of the Undead, is being swallowed into his body by Manfred. The last vampire Earl clamped the neck of Archbishop Vekmar fiercely and absorbed a large amount of it from his body. The original magic power of darkness.

Archbishop Vekmar whined in pain. The armor of Nagash on his body, the witchcraft crown on his head, and the hand of Nagash in his hand were shining together. The will and power of Nagash, the Lord of the Undead, were shining in Vekmar. The horse's body was pounding wildly in all directions, driving Vic Horse almost crazy. The archbishop used his most vicious curses and most pious calls to try to give Manfred a taste of the power, but as always, nothing happened.

In the cauldron, the blood of Charlemagne and the blood of the Goddess of War were mixed with Isa's blessing. The blood of the remaining six sacrifices was also mixed together and injected into the Archbishop's body. The powerful dark magic and Nagash's The will was injected into Vikma's body along the soul chains, and was immediately absorbed by Manfred.

Arkhan hurriedly rushed to the cauldron. He watched his master finally get the chance to be resurrected, absorbing the blessings of the nine gods and the blood of the eight chosen ones. He was only one step away from resurrection when he was killed by Manfr Red stole the fruits of victory and couldn't help but be furious: "Stop it, Manfred, you can't control the power of your master!"

"I never thought about harnessing your master's power, stupid lich!" Manfred came to Arkhan as a victor. The last vampire count was in the process of being promoted, and his body gradually became Even bigger and grander, the Vampire Count was extremely proud: "Only a part is needed. I only need to get a part of it. That's enough. Nagash, your master, let him continue to sleep in his black pyramid. Now it belongs to me!" It’s the time of the Eternal Emperor Manfred!”

"Manfred!" Arkhan roared and cast a spell, trying to interrupt the spell or release his tomb spell to attack Manfred.

However, it was ineffective. The Lich King had previously set up too many defensive magics to ensure the safety of the ritual site. Manfred decisively activated the magic circle after stealing part of Nagash's power. Now Arkhan moved The stone hit him on the foot, and the magic circle he set up stopped him in his tracks.

Logically speaking, Arkhan could not be blocked by his own magic circle, but this time it was different. Manfred had obtained the original power of darkness, and the magic he now possessed was even more advanced than Arkhan's.

Mystery loses its effectiveness in the face of higher mysteries.

Manfred looked at everything in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Yes, it is impossible for him to become the Lord of the Undead as powerful as Nagash, and it is impossible for him to truly become a god, because after all, he cannot It is possible to inherit complete divine personality and divine power, which the Lord of the Dead himself does not have.

But what does this have to do with anything? As long as he can absorb all the dark magic power at the ceremony site, it will be enough! The new Eternal Emperor, Lord Death will be born here!

The pre-arranged blood descendants of von Carstein, as well as the necromancers loyal to Manfred, began to sing together: "My lord Manfred von Carstein, you are the master of death, You are the master of Sylvania, you are the king of Von Carstein, you are the emperor of vampires, you are the protector of all blood descendants, you are the last vampire count, you are..."

At the chaotic ceremony site, a storm formed by thousands of magical winds enveloped everything, and the boundary between the mortal world and the subspace became thinner. Arkhan tried to save the situation. He began to chant a spell loudly to thwart Manfred's attack. Promotion ceremony.

The Lich King was determined. It seemed that he would not be able to resurrect his master this time, but even so, Manfred could never hope to become a demigod, the Lord of Death!

The two sides began to confront each other. There was no doubt that Manfred's power had the upper hand. However, relying on his understanding of undead magic and the power of Nagash, Arkhan's obstruction also had a certain effect. Manfred's promotion ceremony It gets painful and hard.

And what makes Manfred a little strange is that he absorbs a lot of dark magic energy into his body, but the proportion that he actually controls is relatively small. It seems that something is "parasitic" in his body.

At this moment, Hal Harris, a vampire baron who stood behind Manfred and a descendant of the Von Carstein family, rolled his pale eyes.

"You have to stop him, you have to stop Manfred." A voice came from his mind.

It’s the voice of the Primarch of the Gray Knights, Sun King Llane!

"Stop him? But, what should I do?" Hal Harris looked at his master's infinite power, the power to tear the real world apart and suppress Sylvania, overwhelming the Lich King Ark. Han's domineering, the vampire baron admitted, he was scared, he was afraid.

"If you don't stop him, you will all end up becoming his puppets." Ryan's voice continued. He had no emotion at all, was cold and full of cruelty: "He will not let you go, he knows that you are Lahmia's informant, isn't he? He didn't take action against you before because you are still useful to him. If he is promoted to Lord of Death, then even Neferata, the Queen of Silver Peak Mountain, must kneel down before Manfre Under Red’s feet, what use will you have after that?”

"But..." Hal Harris was still hesitating, what if he failed?

Seeing that the undercover was still hesitating, Ryan's voice became even colder: "Hurry, there is no time, you can think about it, am I more trustworthy, or is your master more trustworthy?"

Hal Harris thought, isn't this nonsense? For Manfred, betraying an alliance felt like breathing - he no longer felt happy, but accustomed to it.

"Can you promise? If I do as you say..." The vampire baron was still hesitating.

"Yes, I guarantee your credit." Ryan said very sincerely.

The vampire baron clenched his fangs. While Manfred and Arkhan were fighting, and the storm of spells and witchcraft in the sky collided, he stretched out his hand, held his undead bone sword, and slowly He touched Manfred's back.

Manfred seemed unaware of Hal Harris's actions. The last vampire Earl focused all his attention on Arkhan. Upon seeing this, Hal Harris unsheathed the bone sword and held the sword tightly. The handle hit Manfred directly in the back.

The sharp sword blade flashed a cold light, and just when the sword tip was about to penetrate Manfred's back, something terrible happened!

The scream from the depths of the blood penetrated Hal Harris's skull, exploding from his skull, his ears and his eyes. The torrent of piercing noise made the vampire baron throw away his sword and agonized. Kneeling on the ground, he covered his head with his hands and rolled on the ground in pain. Blood spurted out from his eyes, ears and mouth: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Hal Harris, Arkhan's loyal dog, Neferata's lackey and undercover agent, I knew this day would come." Manfred looked at the struggling vampire baron lying on the ground with teasing and mocking eyes. , he showed his teeth and smiled: "You think I don't know your background? You think I don't know who you are? You traitor, do you think I won't guard you?"

"You... um!" Hal Harris' face was covered with blood, and the vampire baron collapsed on the ground: "When?"

"When? I have already given you spells and hints." Manfred laughed. He forced Arkhan back with the wind of death, and then turned his attention to the undercover under his command: " From the very beginning, I knew you couldn’t be trusted. You, a lackey of Mahhubard, defected to me after the destruction of Mousilon, and I asked you to defect to Neferata. Very good. From the beginning, you were a People from Kehan, right? It’s normal for them to show up at this time. If it’s too late, there will be no chance? Am I right?”

"..." Hal Harris was kicked away and broke a stone tablet.

"Then, it's over!" Manfred cast a curse of time on the vampire baron. Hal Harris' whole body was shrouded in black magic. His body gradually became rigid and hardened, his armor rotted and rusted, and his flesh and blood turned to stone. The vampire baron was In excruciating pain, it turned into a cloud of white dust.

"Who else wants to backstab me?" Manfred shouted at the vampires and necromancers under his command: "Who else wants to interrupt my destined journey to dominate the world? I'll give it to you once A fair chance to challenge me!”

A fair challenge to a chicken! Manfred's Von Carstein blood descendants and dozens of necromancers looked at the fate of Hal Harris and shook their heads. Manfred had obviously been prepared, and resisting at this time was tantamount to striking an egg with an egg against a stone. , and whoever believes Manfred’s “fairness” is an idiot.

Finally, the demigod's barrier thinned, and Manfred spread his arms, enjoying his last moments as a mortal.

The blood descendant of von Carstein named Manfred, the third vampire count of Sylvania, and the last and most cunning head of the von Carstein family recalled his past. There were failures in his life. There are successes, retreats, hiding one's capabilities and biding one's time, and moments of brilliance.

So when was your most glorious moment?

There is no doubt that this is the moment when the five soldiers are retreated wisely, the Lich King is defeated, and he is promoted to the Lord of Death!

Ah ~ so brilliant, so sweet.

So fun!

It feels like life has reached its peak!

The deafening screams of all souls and the joy of victory covered up a flash of spiritual light. Without any warning, a silver light shadow fell from the sky and from the broken part of Sylvania's only dark clouds. Before Manfred could react, a sword penetrated his chest from behind!

"Ugh!" The light and shadow of the thunderbolt and the blade made of pure spiritual energy pierced his heart from behind. Blood immediately flowed from Manfred's mouth. The vampire count who was about to be promoted to the Lord of Death was completely severely injured by this blow. , Manfred's whole body twitched, and he slowly turned his head behind him incredulously: "It's...it's you, Ryan!"

"Yes, it's me." The light and shadow of the original body appeared behind Manfred. The goddess of vengeance had already transformed into a giant blade several meters long and half a meter wide, with a tip burning with psychic flames. It pierced Manfred's rotten and fallen heart, and completely destroyed his body structure and soul: "I have a surprise for you, dear Manfred, do you like it?"

"No...impossible, how could you appear here?" Black blood flowed from Manfred's chest and mouth like a waterfall. The last vampire count struggled and twitched: "Impossible, the ceremony site …Perfect.”

"Yes before." Ryan pushed the burning goddess of vengeance into Manfred's body with force, letting the sword penetrate twice as much. Hundreds of undead winds bombarded Ryan's body, and his facial features were twisted into a ball: "The Staff of Nagash provided me with an anchor in the Warp, and your rite of ascension tore the rift between the mortal world and the Warp."

"Uh! Uh-huh!!!" Manfred's whole body trembled, and he realized with horror that his power was leaving him! He was stabbed in the back by Ryan at the moment when he was about to break through the demigod level. He tried his best but failed. Next, he will face endless backlash. The will of Nagash and the Lich King Arkhan will not let go of this opportunity!

"Go to hell! Manfred, pay the price for everything you have done!" Ryan was about to pull out the blade, but found that Manfred actually reached out and grabbed the sword of the goddess of revenge. Body: "What?"

"Yes, I may die!" One of Manfred's hands had been cut off by Elsharion before, but he had already reconstructed his body. Seizing the opportunity, the vampire count held his hand. With the blade of the goddess of revenge on his chest, his face showed complete madness: "But you will definitely die!"

In the next second, Manfred transformed all the power of Nagash he could still control into a bone spur more than two meters long in his other hand. Finally, the vampire count's eyes flashed with hatred, and he stabbed back. , the gathered power of the Lord of the Dead instantly penetrated all of Ryan's defenses, and also pierced his heart and sternum!

"Uh..." Ryan's body was pierced, and the original body's hot and silvery blood spurted out. After a moment of support, his limbs hung down weakly, almost spanning a third of the world. The super long-distance teleportation and the forceful arrival in the Cursed Land by the dark pull of Nagash's Staff made the original body exhausted. The power of the Lord of the Dead is enough to kill many true gods, let alone deal with him as a half-man. God.

This blow also completely hit Ryan hard! The original body's power suddenly dropped a lot!

"Die with me!!!" Manfred yelled crazily.

"That's not necessarily the case." Ryan suddenly smiled, and his body gradually turned into a blur of light and shadow, then exploded into fragments and dissipated under the sky of Sylvania.

Shadow of Forgotten!

Thunder streaked across the sky, and Ryan disappeared, leaving behind his words in the air.

"The seal has been lifted and our deal is complete."

trade? What deal? Manfred was bewildered. The last vampire count had no time to think so much. He clutched his chest. The crazy energy backlash and soul trauma were destroying everything in him!

still have a chance! There is still a chance. Manfred is trying to guide Nagash's energy to repair his soul and body. The dark source power of the Lord of the Dead can do anything. As long as he can control it, he can survive and be promoted to semi-finals. God can wait for another time!

still have a chance! Manfred has descended into madness.

Survive, as he has always done, and as long as he survives, he has a chance to make a comeback.

However, something terrible happened. Deep in his soul, deep in his blood, some kind of existence had broken the seal. It greedily absorbed all power, including Manfred's power. Including the power of Nagash, the Lord of the Undead, and even all the cursed power and undead wind in the entire Sylvania!

Something, something is coming out of the body! Manfred struggled wildly, but to no avail. The opponent was obviously much stronger than his original strength, and could easily control his magic and his bloodline, even more skillfully than he himself.

"No! No! No!!! Why is it like this, no!" Manfred screamed and shouted. He could feel that his soul, his body and everything about him were being completely absorbed and completely destroyed. .

"Bang!" The bloody light exploded. In the horrified eyes of the large group of vampires and necromancers, and in the disbelief expression of the Lich King Arkhan, Manfred's chest exploded, and a hand came from the end. The vampire count's body protruded.

A person grew inside Manfred!

"My stupid son, you have never had the talent and strength to match your ambition, and you have never truly understood what the aristocratic spirit of my von Carstein is. This is doomed to your failure and your pattern. That's all. A miserable careerist and conspirator will never be able to reach the heights of elegance, ever."

Tall, noble, elegant, aloof and arrogant, an arrogant figure emerged from Manfred's body. He had an ancient and handsome face, sharp fangs and long pale hair. He slowed down with a perfect posture. Landing slowly: "Now, I have returned, and the long night of Sylvania is about to dawn~"

"No...no..." Manfred was still making his final struggle. This guy suddenly realized that everything he had done before had become the fruit of victory for the person in front of him, his "biological father". Everything about him was made into his wedding garment!

The clown is myself!

At the last moment of his life, Manfred's self-deprecating words flashed through his mind, and then his soul and body were swallowed up by psychic flames, which were also the parts that his "biological father" did not want.

The third and last vampire count, Manfred von Carstein, died in Sylvania.

The Ring of Nine Demons fell into silence, and the ceremony to resurrect Nagash was over. Only a bright red figure was left standing above the army of hundreds of thousands of undead, accepting everyone's worship.

"King of the Darkness!"

In the center of the ceremony stood a newly promoted demigod. He absorbed part of the dark source power of Nagash, the Lord of the Dead, and all the power of Manfred, completing the promotion ceremony.

The new Lord of Death, the blood ancestor of the von Carstein family, the orthodox elector of Sylvania in the Empire, and the first vampire count, Vlad von Carstein, declares that he is back again!

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