Proof of the Sun King

Endless power, from Nagash, the lord of the undead, was being swallowed into his body by Manfred. The last vampire Count slammed Archbishop Vikma by the neck, sucking a large amount from his body. The power of dark origin magic.

Archbishop Vikma whined in pain. The armor of Nagash on his body and the crown of sorcery on his head are shining together. The will and strength of Nagash, the undead lord, are in Vik. The horse's body slammed around frantically, knocking Vekma almost mad, and the archbishop used his most vicious curse and most devout call to give Manfred a taste, but as usual, nothing happened.

In the cauldron, the blood of Charlemagne and the blood of the goddess of war were mixed with the blessings of Isa, and the blood of the remaining six sacrifices was also mixed, infused into the body of the archbishop, those powerful dark magic and Nagash's. The will was injected into Vekma's body along a chain of souls, and was immediately absorbed by Manfred.

Arkhan hurriedly rushed under the cauldron. He watched his master finally get a chance to resurrect, absorbed the blessings of nine gods and the blood of eight gods, and was only one step away from being resurrected by Manfred Red stole the fruits of victory and couldn't help but be furious: "Stop, Manfred, you can't control the power of the master!"

"I never thought of harnessing the power of your master, stupid lich!" Manfred reigned in front of Arkhan as the victor, and his body gradually became more and more as the last Vampire Count was promoted. Even more huge and magnificent, the Vampire Count was very proud: "I only need a part, I only need to get a part of it, it is enough, Nagash, your master, he will continue to sleep in his black pyramid, now it belongs to me! It's time for the Eternal Emperor Manfred!"

"Manfred!" Arkhan roared casting spells, trying to abort the spell, or unleash his tomb spell to attack Manfred.

However, it was invalid. The Lich King had set up too many defensive magics to ensure the safety of the ceremony site. Manfred resolutely activated the magic circle after stealing part of Nagash's power. The stone hit his foot, and the magic circle he set up stopped him.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Arkhan to be blocked by his magic circle, but this time is different, Manfred gets the original dark power, and he now has more advanced magic than Arkhan.

Mysteries lose their power in the face of higher mysteries.

Manfred looked at all the things in front of him, and he couldn't help showing a satisfied smile, yes, he couldn't possibly become the undead master as powerful as Nagash, and he couldn't really be conferred a god, because after all, he couldn't. It is possible to inherit the complete godhead and divine power, which the undead master himself does not have.

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

The pre-arranged von Carstein bloods, as well as those necromancers loyal to Manfred, began to chant: "My lord Manfred von Carstein, you are the master of death, You are the lord of Sylvania, you are the king of von Carstein, you are the emperor of the vampires, you are the patron of the vampires, you are the last count of the vampires, you are..."

The chaotic ceremony scene, the storm formed by thousands of magical winds engulfed everything, the boundaries between the mortal world and the warp became thin, Arkhan tried to save the situation, he began to chanting aloud, hindering Manfred's Promotion Ceremony.

The Lich King made up his mind, it seemed that he could not resurrect his master this time, but even so, he, Manfred, would never be promoted to a demigod, the Lord of Death!

The two sides began to confront each other. There is no doubt that Manfred's power has the upper hand. However, relying on his understanding of undead magic and Nagash's power, Arkhan's obstruction has also played a certain role. Manfred's promotion ceremony become painful and difficult.

And what makes Manfred a little strange is that there is a lot of dark magic energy absorbed into the body, but the proportion that is really under his control is relatively small. It seems that something is "parasitic" in his body.

At this moment, a vampire baron standing after Manfred, a blood descendant of the von Carstein family, Hal Harris rolled his pale eyes.

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

It is the Grey Knight Primarch, the voice of Sun King Ryan!

"Stop him? But, what should I do?" Hal Harris looked at his master's infinite power, the power of tearing apart the real world and suppressing Sylvania, pressing the Lich King Ake Han's domineering, the Vampire Baron admits, he's scared, he's terrified.

"If you don't stop him, all of you will end up being his puppets." Ryan's voice continued, he had no emotion at all, cold and cruel: "He won't let you go, he knows you are Laemia's informant, isn't it? I didn't do anything to you before, because you were still useful to him. If he is promoted to Death Lord, then even the Queen of Silver Peak Mountain, Nefrata, must kneel in Manver Under Red's feet, after that, what's the use of you?"

"But..." Hal Harris is still hesitating, what if he fails?

Seeing this undercover agent was still hesitating, Ryan's voice became even colder: "Come on, there's no time left, you can think about it, am I credible, or is your master more credible?"

Hal Harris thought, isn't this nonsense? For Manfred, breaking the alliance feels like breathing—he's no longer happy, he's used to it.

"Can you promise? If I do as you say..." The Vampire Baron was still hesitating.

"Yes, I promise you credit." Ryan said very sincerely and credibly.

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

Manfred seemed to be unaware of Hal Harris' actions. The last vampire Count focused all his attention on Arkhan. Hal Harris saw this and unsheathed his bone sword and clenched it tightly. The handle hits Manfred's back.

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

A scream from the depths of the bloodline penetrated Hal Harris' skull, blasting out of his skull, out of his ears and out of his eyeballs, a torrent of harsh noises that made the Vampire Baron throw his sword, painfully. Kneeling on the ground, he covered his head with his hands, rolling on the ground in pain, blood spurting out of his eyes, ears and mouth: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Hal Harris, Arkhan's loyal dog, Nefrata's lackey and undercover, I knew there would be such a day." Manfred looked at the vampire baron who was struggling on the ground with playful and mocking eyes. , He showed his teeth and smiled: "Do you think I don't know your details? Do you think I don't know who you are? You traitor, do you think I won't guard against you?"

"You... uh!" Hal Harris' face was covered in blood, and the vampire baron slumped to the ground: "When?"

"When? I've already cast spells and hints on you." Manfred laughed, he forced Arkhan back with a wind of death, and then turned his attention to his undercover agent: " From the very beginning, I knew you couldn't be trusted, you Matthew Bard's lackey, after the fall of Musillon, I asked you to go to Nefrata, very good, you were the one from the beginning. The people of Kehan, right? It's too normal to appear at this time, and if it's too late, there's no chance? Am I right?"

"..." Hal Harris was kicked and smashed a stone tablet.

"Then, it's over!" Manfred cursed the vampire baron for a year. Hal Harris was shrouded in black magic. His body gradually became rigid and stiff. The agony turned into a cloud of white dust.

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

Fair challenge to a chicken! Manfred's von Carstein blood descendants and dozens of necromancers watched Hal Harris's fate and shook their heads. Manfred was obviously prepared, and coming out to resist at this time was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. , and whoever believes in "fairness" in Manfred's mouth is an idiot.

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

The blood of von Carstein named Manfred, the third Count of Sylvania Vampire, and the last and most cunning von Carstein family recalled his past, there were failures in his life, There are also successes, there are retreats, there are hiding one's strengths, and there are moments of glory.

So when was your greatest moment?

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

Ah~ so brilliant, so sweet.

so hi!

It feels like life has reached its peak!

The deafening screams of all spirits and the joy of victory covered up a flash of aura, without any warning, a silver light and shadow fell from the sky above the sky, from the only broken place of the dark cloud in Sylvania, A sword pierced through Manfred's chest from behind before he could react!

"Hmm!" The light and shadow of the thunderbolt and the blade made of pure psionic energy pierced his heart from behind, and blood immediately flowed from Manfred's mouth. , Manfred's body twitched, and he turned his head slowly behind him in disbelief: "Yes... it's you, Ryan!"

"That's right, it's me." The light and shadow of the primarch appeared behind Manfred, and the Nemesis Originium had already transformed into a giant blade several meters long and half a meter wide, and the tip of the sword was burning with psychic flames. It pierced Manfred's rotten and depraved heart, and completely destroyed his body structure and soul: "A surprise for you, dear Manfred, do you like it?"

"No...impossible, how could you be here?" Black blood flowed down Manfred's chest and mouth like a waterfall, the last vampire count struggled and twitched: "Impossible, the ceremony scene ...perfect."

"It was before." Ryan pushed the burning Nemesis Origin Quality into Manfred's body with force, allowing the blade to penetrate more deeply. Hundreds of undead winds bombarded Ryan's body, and his facial features twisted into a ball: "The Rod of Nagash provided me with an anchor in the warp, and your ascension ritual tore the gap between the mortal and the warp."

"Mmm! Mmmm!!!" Manfred shuddered, realizing in horror that his power was leaving him! At the moment when he was about to break through the demigod level, he was stabbed in the back by Ryan, but he failed to succeed. Next, he would face endless backlash. Neither Nagash's will nor the Lich King Arkhan would miss 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 Nemesis. Body: "What?"

"Yes, I may die!" Manfred had already cut off one hand by Azharion, but he had already reconstructed his body and seized the opportunity, the Vampire Count held himself with one hand The blade of the goddess of nemesis in his chest, his face showed complete madness: "But you, you will definitely die!"

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

"Uh..." Ryan's body was pierced, and the hot blood of the primarch spurted out. With a little support, his limbs hung down weakly, almost spanning a third of the world. Ultra-long-distance teleportation and the forcible descent into the cursed land by the dark pull of the Staff of Nagash left the Primarch exhausted. God.

This blow also completely hit Ryan! The power of the original body instantly fell a lot!

"Let me die together!!!" Manfred roared frantically.

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

Forgotten Shadow!

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

"The seal has been lifted, and our transaction is complete."

trade? what deal? Manfred was puzzled, and the last vampire count didn't have so many dreams. He was clutching his chest, and the crazy energy backlash and the trauma of his soul were destroying everything for 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 of the undead master can do anything, as long as he can control it, he can survive and be promoted to half God can wait another time!

still have a chance! Manfred has gone insane.

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

However, something terrible happened, in the depths of his soul, in the depths of his blood, some existence had unsealed, it greedily absorbed all the power, including the power of Manfred, Including the power of Nagash, the lord of the undead, and even all the power of the curse and the wind of the undead throughout Sylvania!

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

"No! No! No!!! Why did this happen, no!" screamed Manfred, he could feel his soul, his body and everything about him being completely absorbed, completely dead .

"Crack!" The blood exploded, and in the horrified eyes of the large group of vampires and necromancers, and in the unbelievable expression of the Lich King Arkhan, Manfred's chest exploded, and a hand from the end The Vampire Count's body stretched out.

Manfred's body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ grows a person!

"My stupid son, you have never had the talent and strength to match your ambition, and you have never really understood what my von Carstein noble spirit is, which is doomed to your failure, your pattern That's all, a pathetic careerist, a conspirator, never in the grand scheme of things, ever."

Tall, noble, elegant, arrogant, indomitable figure, emerging from Manfred's body, he has an ancient and handsome face, sharp fangs and long pale hair, he slows down in perfect posture. Slowly landed: "Now, I have returned, and the long night of Sylvania is about to break~"

"No...no..." Manfred was still struggling in 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 made him a wedding dress!

The clown is me!

In the last moments of his life, self-deprecating words flashed through Manfred's mind, and then his soul and body were engulfed by the psionic flames that his "biological father" didn't want.

The third and final Vampire Count, Manfred von Carstein, dies in Sylvania.

The Ring of Nine Demons fell silent, and the ceremony of resurrecting Nagash was over, leaving only a bright red figure standing above the army of 100,000 undead, accepting the worship of all.

"King, of the Darkness!"

In the center of the ceremony stood a newly promoted demigod. He absorbed part of the dark source of Nagash, the lord of the undead, and all the power of Manfred, and completed the promotion ceremony.

The new king of death, the blood ancestor of the von Carstein family, the orthodox elector of the Empire Sylvania, the first vampire count, Vlad von Carstein announced his return!