Proof of the Sun King

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As we all know, there are only greenskins and tomb kings in the world who have no sexual desires.

This aspect of vampires is also possible. If nothing else, the Laimia blood clan is an expert in this area. Those female vampires hook up with the human nobles one by one. , it feels like even the marrow is being sucked out."

The blood ancestor Nefrata himself is also a guy who takes all men and women. Only the Laemia vampire with the highest status in the sorority can be qualified to grind tofu with the blood ancestor himself.

Now Aurora Dragon Emperor's favorite concubine is also a female vampire, but not from the Laemia blood family.

As for the bald head of Man, that is also there.

Manfred von Carstein is a descendant of the blood ancestor Vlad von Carstein, and Vlad is a famous lover. When he was still called Vassanish, Vlad He easily won the heart of Nefrata with his humor, strength, and handsomeness. After the fall of Laemia, Vasanesh became Vlad after hiding for many years. What he did after disguising as a human noble The first thing is to love Isabella, the only daughter of Otto, elector of Sylvania.

But unlike the blood ancestors who are good at life and can talk about eloquence, suave, suave, strong, powerful, govern the country, administer the army, and fight wars, Manfred has no interest in this aspect, and he intentionally wants to rebel against Vlad many times. come.

For example, Vlad's policy towards vampires is unity, while Manfred's policy towards vampires is suppression, assassination and intimidation.

For example, Vlad paid great attention to maintaining the number of pigs in his pigpen (referring to the mortals of Sylvania), and Vlad welcomed and established many "Royal Sylvania Army (mortal army, even Vlad also allowed the knights of Duncanhof, who were trying to expel the undead, to continue their activities in Sylvania.

Of course, Vlad is not a kind guy, these knights of Sylvania just went through a tragic process, working hard to restore Sylvania - hunted by Vlad - tragic death - Resurrected from time to time - working hard to restore Sylvania.

Manfred is different. When Conrad, the second vampire count, was defeated and Manfred took charge of Sylvania, the first thing Manfred did was to completely destroy and kill Sylvania. The knights of Duncanhof and all their family members, in this way he told everyone that he was different from Vlad, and that the bald man would not tolerate any mortals still operating in his domain.

I am me, different fireworks~

What makes Manfred the happiest is the crushing of all the beautiful and precious things in this world, the extreme despair and shock of his opponents, the loss of everything, and the social death.

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

Manfred's face froze.

Vlad is still alive, he is always alive, as a blood ancestor, Vlad will never really die, his will continues with the dark blood flowing in Manfred's body, Vlad is icy cold. Watching everything, even centuries after the vampire wars, Vlad's name is still sung, in the whispers of the ghouls, in the old tombstones, at the end of the world, Right in the depths of Duncanhof Castle.

Vlad is always alive, he just has no body: "My son, you are not like me at all, you should not treat a lady like this, you should give her basic respect, even if you want to kill her, it should be decent. "

"Enough! Old thing!" Manfred yelled impatiently, admiring and contempt, respecting and contempt for Vlad.

"You didn't inherit my wisdom at all, your abilities don't match your ambitions..." When the blood ancestor's voice sounded one after another, the heavy blows from the side of the prison interrupted Vlad's words, and also let the blood ancestor's voice sound. Power temporarily immersed.

"Boom!" The walls of the prison burst open instantly, and several crimson light bullets flew out from the broken walls and bombarded the crowd directly.

The dire wolves, ghouls, tomb demons, and two vampires that were originally on Alisara were blown away in an instant, but the little queen under her was unharmed. Stepping back, the stockings on her legs had been torn a few times, and the round-toed princess shoes on her little feet were missing.

Squads of Nikohara court guards appeared, then Arkhan the Lich King, whose voice was furious at the moment, and he seemed thoroughly enraged by Manfred's actions: "Manfred You vulture in the desert, corpse in the pyramid, what are you doing?"

"What?" The expression on Manfred's face remained the same: "Look at him, my Lich King, look at this little queen, where does she have even a little bit of consciousness as a prisoner? She More like the owner of this castle than we all look!"

"There is only one master in this castle, and that is Nagash, the necromancer, and we are all his servants!" Arkhan took out his artifact, the Arkhan Tomb Sword, and the Lich King seemed to recall What made him angry about the past: "Enough, Manfred, I warn you."

"I don't need your warning, I know what I'm doing!" Not to be outdone, Manfred drew his own sword of blasphemy at the end of the vampire count.

Arkhan greeted him in an instant, and the two artifacts were like phantoms, and they clashed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the Lich King and the last vampire count fought a dozen moves in the prison.

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

The final vampire Count's shot speed was like a gust of wind and a torrential rain. The power of the vampire's blood gave Manfred unparalleled speed, powerful wrist strength and ferocious physical strength. In Manfred's view, this piece of art in front of him only knows how to play Sorcery's bacon can't be his opponent in melee combat.

But in a fierce confrontation, every sword move of Manfred was checked by Arkhan, the footsteps of the Lich King were quick and swift, his defense was indestructible, and every attack of the Vampire Earl was determined by Arkhan. Han stopped before the blade.

Manfred thrusts forward sharply, Arkhan dodges.

The Sword of Blasphemy missed a single hit, raised it up, and Arkhan blocked it.

The Vampire Count slashed down, and Arkhan blocked it again.

And at this moment, Arkhan suddenly shifted the blade to his back, and right there, Manfred emerged from the shadows, and the backstab he was bound to get was almost perfect by Arkhan stopped.

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

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 retracted his sword, and at the same time showed a hearty look towards the Lich King. With a smile, it seemed that none of the previous confrontations had happened: "Swordsmanship is good, where did you learn it?"

"You too can be like me when you have thousands of years to slowly hone your swordsmanship, your wits, and your art of war," Arkhan said indifferently.

The Lich King's melee combat ability and commanding ability were completely learned from Settra. Since Settra's resurrection, Arkhan has stopped and stopped with Settra. All the tomb priests under Settra's command Combined, they are not Arkhan's opponents in terms of spells, but in terms of war art and melee abilities, Arkhan is far inferior to Settra.

Therefore, Arkhan chose to go to war with Settra, and while he was at war with Settra, he tried his best to learn Settra's tactics, art of commanding the army, command ability and hone his melee skills. When it is almost done, he will make a decisive peace, and Settra will often readily agree. Arkhan will be quiet for a few years and pay tribute, and then find the right time to rebel again and fight Settra on the battlefield, and so on and so forth.

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

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

"It doesn't make sense." Arkhan stared intently at Manfred, the flames in the Lich King's eyes flickering, as if reassessing Manfred's threat: "We can't choose our destiny, because that's the Naga Everything is what it was given to us, but we at least let her go quietly and painlessly."

"So 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: "Noble Nicohara people never take pleasure in insulting others, especially a pure girl."

"Then you're willing to let her insult you? Oh, you're such a licking dog, enough licking, Nefrata is now a transsexual, and come to lick our little queen? A world-shattering love affair between a sacrifice and a priest! Wow, how touching... it's a pity it's useless." Manfred said disdainfully, then he immediately turned and left: "As you wish, may your useless kindness don't hurt you, my Lich King ."

Arkhan watched Manfred leave, and then the Lich King turned around and said to Alisara, who was lying on the ground and shivering with fear: "Let's change places, I'll take care of you in the future, you I won't be bothered by that guy again."

"You...you promise?" Alisara was overly frightened. In fact, Manfred's method of dealing with the little queen was completely correct. Alisara knew very well that if she was really caught by such two or three hundred companies It was a hundred times more cruel than killing her to tarnish something that no one counts.

"I promise." Arkhan hesitated, but agreed, the Lich King motioned to the palace guards of the Nicohara tomb to open the shackles for Alisara, but the magic ring was not released.

"It's amazing, you still have a bit of humanity and pity in your heart." As the eternal little queen, Alisara could easily feel that Arkhan really didn't want to be hurt, and she embraced her. Looking at the little white-faced owl given to him by the Queen of the Forest, Ariel, there was great doubt in the owl's eyes: "Unbelievable, in any case, thank you."

Arkhan said with great grace and grace: "It is an honor, I have encountered a similar thing, a... It's been a huge pain, so I swore I wouldn't let it happen again."

"Nefrata..." Alisara was walked by the tomb guards, and the little queen sneered a few times: "So you will still sacrifice me? For your master? So what's the point of you saving me?"

"Everything is the master's task." Arkhan shook his head: "I must play my role well, until the end of the day, the master is very few and has the ability to resist the tide of destruction, he must be resurrected, otherwise our The kingdom of silence will fall."

"But Nefrata isn't dead." Alisara walked with difficulty, her face was wet, her stockings were ripped through several holes, and the saliva of many tomb demons was still stained.

"She's dead," Arkhan emphasized again, and the Lich King told the little queen, "It's just that she came back to life."

"I don't want to tell you, where is my new cell?" Alisara 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."

"It can't be done."

"Then don't be so hypocritical."

"...Sorry, but I really can't do it. The resurrection of the master requires an extremely pure soul, a powerful storehouse of divine power, and a suitable expelling carrier." Arkhan explained everything seriously: "Only You can be an extremely pure soul, a powerful storehouse of divine power. I originally intended for Morgiana, the witch of the lake **** in Brittany, but unfortunately..."

"It's a pity that the Sun King and his half-god brother are here, right?" Alisara sneered, and at the same time, the little queen couldn't help but feel very regretful, and she would have been more pretentious to the brothers if she knew it earlier.

She knows how many undead army Nagashza has, dozens of undead legions, hundreds of necromancers, and the city wall hundreds of meters high, which is desperate, and Arkhan's power may not be lost to his uncle Tiger at all. Reese.

"The archbishop of Mirdia, goddess of war, is not quite satisfactory. As for a suitable expelling carrier." Arkhan seemed to realize that he should not say so much, and the Lich King turned his voice: "Sorry, your clothes were If it's torn, I'll let someone show you your luggage. I remember that there are some women's clothes from the Nicohara era in the basement. I'll bring them up for you to try. Also, if you have any requirements, you can tell me directly. , I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Let me go, and I'll let Asul stop chasing you."

"It can't be done."

"You are not dead yet, Arkhan, you still have the heart, why are you willing to be the lackey of the Necromancer?"

"No, I didn't!" Arkhan was finally a little annoyed, and the Lich King motioned to put Alisara back in prison. For a moment, my destiny no longer belongs to me."

After leaving the prison, Arkhan reached out and his beloved zombie cat jumped on his arm.

The Lich King whispered silently.

"For those of us who are servants, the only thing we can decide is how to face the destruction."

...... I am the dividing line of destruction......

On the other hand, the meeting at the Palace of Fontainebleau is still being held.

"There is one more issue." Ryan sat on the main seat, and the Sun King said in a deep voice: "As for the matter of Marienburg, we all know that the group of business princes in Marienburg have smelled the coming great turmoil, and they are Eating goods everywhere, hoarding strange things..."

Aurora, who was sitting outside, heard Ryan's words and her eyes lit up instantly. She smelled a business opportunity. If Ryan was going to deal with the business princes in Marienburg, would she and Teresa have a chance to get involved and seek some benefits? Woolen cloth?

This is not Aurora's wild thoughts. MI7 does have a lot of hidden stakes and influence in Marienburg, and there is also one of the most important helpers-the one who temporarily lives in Marienburg as Schultz's chief magic advisor Queen Catalin, she is Aurora's best friend.

No, it's too ugly to not eat, Aurora rolled her eyes, she whispered towards Teresa who was sitting beside her: "Daughter, it's almost time, why don't you ask if it's just here at noon? The banquet is ready? It’s not good for us to have a meeting with an empty stomach, right? I really want to taste the craftsmanship of His Royal Highness Morgiana~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mother? This kind of thing, how can it be my turn? Come and ask?" Teresa knew that her mother was going to sell her daughter again, and the sorceress whispered helplessly: "Morgiana, she has always opened a small kitchen for a few people such as Lady Lake, Lane, and Lady Suria. Whether we can eat it or not depends on luck.”

"Oh, what's the matter, you are his female courtier, you can't even ask a question?" Aurora didn't consider Teresa's opinion at all, just at this moment Morgiana passed by with a few food boxes in her hand, It seems that the witch of the lake **** brought a few boxes of cakes, and the two prophets of the lake **** at the back also carried a few trays of fresh fruits that are rarely seen in the middle of winter, so Aurora called directly to Morgiana: "My Highness, MI7 There is confidential information to convey to His Majesty, can you let Teresa in and have a word with His Majesty?”

The conference hall is divided into an outer hall and an inner hall. Female courtiers such as Aurora 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 ministers Talleyrand and Vincent, as well as two others. Behind the Holy Grail, Marquis of Turas-Shanger, Count Julian-Cajon, Baron Armand, Earl of Devon, and Hex, Earl of Devon, the people in the outer hall could only listen to the discussions in the inner hall. They can't interject without them taking the initiative to ask.

As soon as Morgiana heard Aurora's voice, she instinctively frowned. The witch of the lake **** had always disliked the witch of the sanctuary, but Morgiana had no ill will towards Teresa. Their mother and daughter were also military intelligence. The person in charge of the Seventh Division, who had just made a great contribution, could not refuse to think about it, so he nodded towards Teresa:

"Come with me."

Teresa was so anxious that she almost cried.

Is there such a thing as selling a daughter? You asked me to tell Lane what to say!