The Sun King's Evidence

Inside the palace of Kurona.

In the middle of the secret room is the authentic Staff of Nagash, and the will in this staff is still stirring crazily. Surrounded by ten Gray Knight recruits, led by Petain, are working together to release spiritual energy and strengthen the seal.

Normally, these recruits like Petain are unlikely to be opponents of Nagash's will and its undead power, but who said that Nagash's resurrection ceremony failed? The current Lord of the Undead cannot be resurrected. Both his will and strength are at the lowest point in a thousand years. The incompetent and furious Na Lao has done nothing but continue to curse and shake his staff in his black pyramid. If nothing else happened, as Petain and others increased their psychic power, Nagash's Staff was sealed again relatively easily and locked within the psychic chain.

However, no one in the room paid attention to Nagash's staff. On the contrary, the Lake Fairy Lilith, Lake God Witch Morgiana and Knight Queen Surya all focused their attention on the staff in the room. In another magic circle.

Within a few seconds, the magic circle lit up, and Ryan's figure fell from the air. At this time, the original body was in an extremely embarrassed state. There were no wounds on his body, but his face was very ugly. As soon as he landed, Ryan was like a head. Lying on the ground like a dead dog, he opened his mouth to say something, but a mouthful of hot blood of the original body spurted out.

"Ryan!"

"No, Ryan!"

"Honey, how are you?"

"Are you okay?"

The Lake God Witch, the Queen, and the head maid Sylvia who was standing behind Sulia were shocked. They rushed to check Ryan's condition. The Lake Fairy already knew what happened, and the goddess immediately held Ryan in her arms. , letting him lean against his tall chest to make Ryan feel better.

"Hmm~" Ryan vomited blood, the original body covered his chest with his hands, and he gasped with a little fear.

Almost, almost Manfred really reached his limit.

The power of the Lord of the Dead is really not something that can be easily resisted. As long as Man Baldou gathers all the power of Nagash in this blow accurately, he can really trade his life with Ryan.

In fact, Ryan personally took action. This was plan B. The original plan was to let the undercover Hal Harris take action. As long as he could inflict enough damage to Manfred at the critical moment of promotion to cause him to suffer backlash, Manfred Baldhead It's dead.

It turned out that Manfred had been prepared for the undercover agent, and Ryan was forced to take action himself.

Hal Harris's failure was both good and bad. His failure forced Ryan to take action himself, teleport over long distances, forcibly follow the dark pull of Nagash's Staff to tear apart the subspace, and directly fall into Sylvania. Faced with thousands of undead winds at the cursed land and resurrection ceremony site, Ryan was exhausted almost as soon as he entered the scene.

However, there are also benefits. After detonating the time bomb of Hal Harris, Manfred really felt that there was no threat. Manfred's complete relaxation gave Ryan the opportunity to quickly approach and kill with one blow. With a backstab that kills instantly.

"Cough cough cough~" Ryan kept coughing, and Lidya Su quickly took out a silk scarf to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Lyan, are you okay?"

"Cough cough cough~ It's okay... We succeeded. We prevented the resurrection of the Lord of the Dead. I also successfully dealt with Manfred and found us a relatively reliable ally who is willing to join forces." Ryan bared his teeth. , the original body wanted to smile, but his face turned pale.

"Okay! We have listened to what the lady said. Stop talking!" When Sulia saw that Ryan was seriously injured but his life should not be in danger, the Queen of Knights immediately straightened her face. She calmly ordered to Sylvia: "Sylvie, His Majesty is tired and needs to rest. He needs a warm bed and a good environment to recuperate. Go and make arrangements."

"Yes." Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Lidya Su's expression had calmed down. The head maid bowed: "Okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

"Your Highness Morgiana, please take care of Ryan personally during this period." Sulia continued.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Morgiana didn't expect that the huge pie actually hit her head. The Lake God Witch couldn't help but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She quickly put away her joyful expression. , took this task seriously.

Ryan smiled bitterly and nodded.

Although Manfred almost exchanged with Ryan at the limit, this is the distance from Dark Sword 21 to 22. The special ability of "Shadow of Oblivion" possessed by Ryan ensures that the original body can switch positions instantly, so Manfred There is no way Red can really trade with Ryan at the limit, there is no chance at all.

However, Ryan still paid a huge price. As mentioned before, instantly switching places with his own Forgotten Shadow will immediately lose 50% of all Ryan's spiritual energy, physical strength and vitality. Forgotten Shadow took Manfred's responsibility instead of Ryan. With a desperate blow, Ryan forcefully teleported away despite huge losses.

This cannot be recovered in a few days of rest. What makes Ryan even more uncomfortable is the feeling of being torn apart by countless undead winds and the feeling of being penetrated by bone spurs throughout his body.

He finally understood why the Emperor was exhausted from the war on the Webway beneath the palace.

The power of Nagash is really terrifying. Ryan believes that even the Gods of Order are probably no match against Nagash at his peak, and there is a risk of his complete demise. It is no wonder that the Four Gods of Chaos must take action to stop Nagash. What a resurrection.

"Now, let's see what this new Lord of Death, the Blood Ancestor, the orthodox master of Sylvania, will do. I hope he won't disappoint us." Ryan finally said, the seriously injured original body Was sent out.

Ryan was escorted by Morgiana to rest. The Lake Fairy and Surya were left at the scene. The goddess was holding the Holy Grail: "Elsharion is dead."

"Really?" Sulia recalled the high-elite hero she saw in Ulthuan, the cold, ruthless, resolute, and eternal watcher.

"Elsharion knew very well that he came to the old world to die, and he had a chance to survive." The fairy in the lake had a complicated expression, and the goddess shook her head: "I warned him, but his heart is as strong as iron. He Alisala was successfully rescued.”

"Alyssa?!" Sulia was surprised, the little queen actually survived?

"Yes, she survived, but she has lost Isa's blessing, and now all she has left is the blood of Kane inherited from Tyrion." The Fairy in the Lake also felt that there was a bit of trouble: "This is troublesome. She is destined to be unable to become the eternal queen. What's worse is that if she..."

"I know, madam, but on our side..." Lidya Su also felt that the problem was complicated.

The secret room became quiet again, and the two good sisters whispered together, discussing what to do next.

.........I am the dividing line between good sisters who cause trouble......

"TMD, how did Sylvania become like this?"

"Is Duncanhof Castle the nest of inferior creatures?"

"Where are my carefully raised humans? Where are my Sylvanian auxiliaries?"

"Conrad! Manfred! Two losers!"

Except for Alishara, all eight sacrifices have died and been swallowed by dark magic.

The return of the new Lord of Death, Vlad, has activated the entire Sylvania. Compared to Manfred, who used conspiracy, tactics, cliques, and all kinds of wooing to get vampires and necromancers to work for him, when Vlad The moment Vlad appeared, all the blood descendants of von Carstein and his necromancers naturally swore allegiance to Vlad.

Vlad didn't even need to force and ask.

As the Blood Ancestor and the ruler of Sylvania for hundreds of years, Vlad has this kind of charm and skill, not to mention that the former Blood Ancestor has now become a demigod, the Lord of Death.

"Be born to serve, or die as a slave to the Lich King, choose one." This was what Vlad said to the Lich King, Arkhan, who was the only one who was qualified by Vlad to ask.

"Then I will serve you until the master is resurrected." Lich King Arkhan was very bachelor. He knew that Nagash's resurrection ceremony failed. Not only did his master fail to be resurrected, but he was also killed by Vlad and Manfred has stolen a lot of power, and Nagash has now fallen into a state of complete weakness. The next time it is ripe for resurrection and to collect nine sacrifices, I really don’t know when it will be. Maybe Five hundred years? Maybe a thousand years? Maybe longer.

Arkhan could not estimate how long it would be before his master would have such an opportunity again. Arkhan only knew that his form was stronger than the human being, and he was temporarily loyal to Vlad. He would repent in the future when his master was resurrected!

Moreover, the Lich King is still secretly happy deep in his heart. He will probably have a relaxing life for a long time. It is not because of my lack of effort, but because of the accident in the ceremony.

A trace of disdain flashed across Vlad's handsome and mature face. Of course he knew that the Lich King Arkhan's only master was Nagash. Being loyal to him now was just a temporary measure. The Lich King was still Will focus on resurrecting Nagash.

But Vlad didn't care. The Lord of Death really didn't care. He was different from Manfred's son who worried about gains and losses and thought about conspiracy all day long. Unlike Conrad, the madman, Vlad didn't care.

The first thing the Lord of Sylvania did when he returned was to inspect his territory. He soon became extremely angry because of the current situation in Sylvania.

Sylvania's originally very balanced and reasonable population allocation has been completely destroyed. The once-rich human towns and the once-prosperous inn system have been completely destroyed. There are no living mortals in the entire Sylvania!

idiot! Vlad was furious, you killed all the living people, where are we advanced humans going to get blood? If we cannot be self-sufficient in food, we must start a war!

Is now the time to start a human civil war?

The power of Chaos is already approaching the borders of the empire. Vlad knows better than anyone else how terrifying the power of Chaos is. When he was the Lord of Sylvania, he tried his best to stop the spread of Chaos, suppress the spread of corruption, and eliminate those who Chaos cultists lurking among mortals.

In Vlad's view, his legitimate claim to the throne of the Empire and the First Vampire War were both out-and-out human civil wars. They were internal conflicts at best. If the Empire was gone and the old world was gone, where would he be? The Lord of Death? Where does he go to maintain his supreme rule?

In the long run, only unity can survive!

"Now is not the time to consider taking back the throne that belongs to me. Now we must unite with everyone, including dwarves, elves, and humans, to defend against foreign enemies." Vlad did not hesitate, and he immediately ordered the newly appointed Lord of Death. His identity calls on all undead vampires to gather together to defend the empire and the old world.

Must be united.

Messengers were sent out one by one, to Silver Peak Mountain, to Nicohara, to Lustria, and to the Burial Ship Cemetery.

Lord Death, Vlad awaits your response.

Arkhan saw all this, and the Lich King remained silent.

With a flash of undead magic, the vampire baron Hal Harris, who was killed by Manfred, was resurrected. He couldn't help but be overjoyed to see the blood ancestor return, and knelt at Vlad's feet: "Lord, You are finally back!"

"Forget about the past, serve me now."

"yes!"

Immediately afterwards, Vlad returned to his base camp, Duncanhof Castle,

The Blood Ancestor soon became angry again over the state of his castle.

The once magnificent Duncanhof Castle is now more like a robber's den. Over the centuries, time has not been kind to these ancient buildings. The entire side hall has fallen into ivy-covered ruins, blowing from the border mountains. The cold wind passed directly through the walls covered with mud and cracks, passing through the dusty hall and shaking the old and tattered tapestries hanging on the walls.

The two generations of vampire counts after him failed to maintain the glory of von Carstein. Instead, Duncanhoff was covered in dust. Vlad's carefully designed sculptures, architectural structures, and various precious legacies left behind were all destroyed. After all, damn Manfred also used Duncanhof Castle as a place to raise dark creatures. Those filthy ghouls, tomb goblins, and bloodthirsty sky ghosts are also despicable cannon fodder in my possession. A nest inside a castle?

And Isabella... Thinking of his wife, a heart-wrenching feeling lingered in Vlad's chest. Being promoted to demigod did not make him lose his love for his wife. The Lord of Death still knows it clearly. He vividly remembered the way Isabella, wearing a white wedding dress, smiled at him on the night they got married. He would never forget that feeling of passionate love.

A sense of grief lingered in Vlad's heart. Isabella was gone, and he didn't know where his wife's soul went after she died with him under the city of Brunswick, but he would find it, he firmly believed.

There are many, many things he has to do now.

In order to resurrect Nagash, Arkhan took the chosen gods of the old world and obtained divine blood and divine power. Although the ceremony failed, it also severely weakened the power of the gods of the old world. Soon, mortals The people will realize that their gods are no longer able to help them withstand the erosion of Chaos.

Vlad also needs time to master his new power, rebuild his Sylvanian army - both living and dead, rebuild Duncanhof Castle, which will become the strongest fortress in the old world and send troops point, even the frontline battlefield against Chaos!

At the same time, the border of Sylvania province.

It seems to be intentional or unintentional. Ever since Alisala escaped from the ceremony, no undead creature has stopped the little queen from leaving. Even if she accidentally met an undead or even a vampire on the road, the other party had no intention of harming her. What she meant was that she vaguely regarded her as... a similar person.

This made the little queen shout that she was lucky, but she also had an extremely bad premonition in her heart.

Finding an icy stream, Alisara took a look at herself.

Although Alisara's face looked very pale and her spirit was very depressed due to being trapped and imprisoned for a long time, she did not become an undead vampire, she was still a living person.

Her originally bright blond hair had faded in color and turned into a light flaxen color.

What's even more terrifying is that Isha's blessing is gone, and all life magic can no longer be used. All she can still master now are only a few advanced small spells and... the new death magic, Ai Lisala changed from a life mage to an apprentice-level death mage.

It is impossible for a death mage and a little queen who has lost even Isa's blessing to ascend the throne and become the next eternal queen.

Alisala's first reaction was to commit suicide.

However, something stopped her.

"Isa's blessing has been lost. Alisara, you can no longer become the eternal queen. It will definitely be painful in the future, but promise me to live on, okay?"

"I promise you, Uncle Eltharion!"

Alyssa bit her lip, and the little queen got up again.

Yes, I promised Uncle Elsharion that I would live well.

In the distance, thunder roared along the eastern horizon, jagged mountains briefly came into view, printed black against the darkness outside, scavenging crows shrieked and gathered in huge colonies, and the Moon of Death hung high in the eastern sky. , shimmering with a sickly green luster, and the messy withered grass and dry grass swayed back and forth in the cold wind.

But where is my future?

Alishara silently prayed to the elven gods for their guidance. A poor person who had lost her blessing and power was in urgent need of redemption.

A god answered her prayers.

It’s Lilith, the moon goddess of the Elf Paradise pantheon!

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