The target Vest is the ultimate boss

Seeing Canias standing in the distance, Sid ran over in small steps.

At least Cañas didn't lose his temper, which wasn't a bad start.

He walked over step by step and saw the gloomy face of Canias.

The witch and him reached an agreement, and he didn't think he was at a disadvantage.

He didn't feel much at first, but the closer he got to Kanas, the more aggrieved he became.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Sid hugged Canias and silently put a sea salt candy in his palm.

Canias didn't close his fingers, but Sid pressed his fingers together, letting him hold the candy in his hand.

After a long time, Canias said, "Take off your hat, Sid."

Sid unbuttoned his neck and took off his hood.His hair had been cut behind his ears with the witch's silver scissors.

It seemed as if the dreams that the paladins had woven for him for a year had been blown away with the flow of time and space.

"Can I explain?" He asked softly, "Don't leave me here."

Cañas' cold fingers brushed the ends of his hair beside his ear.

Sid breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Undead Witch wants to trade your prophecy poem for my hair. I made her swear in the contract spell." He paused and added, "It's a fair deal, I agree, I signed a contract with her." After the contract, she can't lie to me."

He unfolded the paper he had received from the witch before Canias.

"

Soldier in scale armor

Bow to the dead throne

The Burning Crown, crowning the head of the Trickster

The usurper takes the long-sought bitter fruit

Spinning silk from branches in the dark night

sprouted from the rivers of hell

Crimson Larva

Repeat the same mistakes

The same mistakes must not be repeated.

"

Sid watched Canias take it, and quietly observed Canias' expression from behind the note.

It's not far from his bar mitzvah.The closer he got to that day, the more guilty he felt.

No one can defeat the supreme god, he understood it when he was very young, and he accepted his fate very early.

If on that day, the lackeys of the guild found the father who had been missing for many days, and he disappeared from people's sight, what would happen to Kanas?

Sid lowered his head, covering the steam in the corners of his eyes.

In his last days, he hoped to do something for Cañas.

In fact, he is very greedy.He didn't want to be Canias' brother.What he wanted was another identity.

He heard the paper being folded and folded.

Canias finished reading the witch's prophetic poem.

With a chill down Sid's spine, he began to wait for the sentencing.

"Fair or not, she is not the only one who has the final say. Every strand of your hair is worth a fortune, and it shouldn't be just a piece of paper."

Canias' voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring the restless Son standing in front of him.

Sid was taken aback for a moment, and the hot mist appeared from the corner of his eyes again.

He held back his soreness, his voice hoarse: "But this is a piece of paper about you."

Then, he took a breath and said in a low voice: "If you are angry, burn it. I have memorized it, and when you are angry, I can recite it to you."

Kanas put away the note, knelt down on one knee in front of Sid, and stroked his cheek with his knuckles.

"I don't blame you." The paladin lowered his voice, making his gloomy voice sound as gentle as possible, "I can never blame you. I just feel bad."

He felt sorry for a kid named Sid Chelt.

He had no idea how much Sid had done for him at his own risk, where he couldn't see it.

Cañas doesn't like being kept in the dark.Obviously he is a knight.

Kanas stood up and walked up the steps beside Sid.

Sid turned his head and was about to catch up, but was pulled back by an invisible force.

He looked up, and Kanias separated the stairs from the hall with a circular mental barrier, preventing him from going up to the attic again.

Sid heard a gust of wind bring a message from the paladin.

"Don't get lost this time."

Sid wiped the corners of his eyes in the shadow.

it is good.

Canias pushed open the door of the attic, and there was no one in the huge room. Silver hair floated in the misty air, and the wooden owl above the door screamed piercingly, painting the dome of the night of the blood moon. Constantly elongated and twisted.

But Harry is still trapped in the castle.

The moment Sid disappeared from the circle, Canias immediately set up an enchantment around the castle.Even if ten undead witches cast spells together, they cannot escape from this place.

Kanas released the field, and caught a few traces of the spirit of the undead around.

He said, "Who gave you the guts to touch him?"

Between the towering dome, faint echoes like the moon and sky from distant mountains can be heard.

"Are you angry?" The woman's voice was extraordinarily cheerful, "Yes, I know he is very precious. But it's a fair trade, and what you love is exchanged for what you love. What's wrong with that?"

The remaining spiritual body of the Undead Witch grabbed a few strands of shiny silver hair and placed them in front of the paladin to play with them wantonly.

The frivolous voice provocatively bypassed Canias' ear canal, and he felt that every cell was provoked into a flame of resentment.

"Alchemists talk about fairness. And you're not fair."

Heri laughed: "The instinct of the undead is to watch a good show. Seeing you angry makes me feel very happy."

The urging of the Undead Witch gets especially dark at midnight.Canias raised his head, whispering and the shredded silver hair of Son of Light floating in the sky.

Everything is urging him to the brink of rational collapse, and to destroy this ancient castle full of crime and hatred with a surge of rage.

"Be angry, be furious..." Harry whispered excitedly, "Your anger is my best funeral object..."

"It doesn't do you any good?" Kanias laughed suddenly, "Stop acting, you just want to drive me crazy, witch."

He snapped his fingers, and the magic trajectory of the charm technique around him suddenly dissipated, and his eyes were clear.

A burning sensation rushed into Heli's brain, and the screams of the undead witch filled the sky.

A witch's spell of charm connects directly to the body, capable of inducing the most negative emotions of a creature.

Canias pinched a fragment of a three-cornered hat in the dusty air: "When I reveal my true form, do you think you can escape? Or can you even use your own means to manipulate me—"

He sneered, grabbed the fragments, and stepped back, a cobweb-like crack appeared on the surface of the black coffin facing him, the cracks fell to the ground like dead leaves, and a terrified face appeared from behind.

Harry fell to the ground, and hurriedly crawled out.Kanas watched indifferently as she climbed to the window, walked over, grabbed her by the hair, and brutally pulled her up from the ground.

"Let go of me! Damn it! Devil, you devil!" the witch cried out with a pale face.

The paladin's face was shrouded in the chaotic night, and the hand holding the witch's head was ruthlessly veined, as if it was covered with thorns from hell.

The Holy Son was trapped in a sound-isolating barrier, and he couldn't hear any screams. Kanas didn't need to pretend anymore.

"I heard it panting. You have imprisoned a ceratopsian undead underground, and you want to use it to lure me away after my madness?" Kanas' voice was slightly sinister, but He seemed to have suddenly lost interest, and his expression was half-sick, "I thought you were a little worm who pretended to be a tiger."

The Undead Witch was thrown in a corner.She heard the paladin's icy smile and the friction of the dagger rushing out of its sheath, and finally crawled out of boundless fear.

According to the information she knows... Isn't this person still unable to fully control the dark current?

No, she has no time to care about this now!

Harry hurriedly shouted: "Wait! I still have a piece of information to trade with you! Do you know who you are? I can use prophecy poems to help you see everything—"

Kanas froze for a moment, looking down at her expressionlessly.

Harry didn't miss this scene, and was ecstatic in his heart.

Kanias squatted down and quietly looked at this ignorant undead: "Is he coaxed by you in such a way?"

He Si thought for a while and laughed dumbfoundedly.

In fact, his boy is very smart and knows what is real and what is deception.

It's just that as soon as he's involved, things get complicated, and then the bear can't judge right from wrong.

What a terrible find.

Heri turned pale, and was about to defend herself, but Kanas' dagger bit her neck open.

Since Kanias went to the desert, she has no way out.

A fair deal—provided the two sides were evenly matched, and it would be easier for Kanias to kill her than to run over a bug.

When Sid lowered his head and waited for Kanas to come down, he suddenly saw a red light on the ground.

When Kanas pushed open the door, the full moon outside Heli Castle was stained with blood.

Sid watched Canias walk down the stone steps from a distance, still in a trance.

Those words of Kanas made him a little at a loss.That doesn't seem to be an elder's care for the younger generation.

This made his feet almost step on the clouds, and the young man in front of him seemed no longer the familiar and inaccessible paladin.

When Canias approached, seeing Sid standing there in a daze, he felt a little amused, and gently pinched the Son's jaw with his fingertips, making him raise his face and look at him.

"Vera will find a solution." He said, "I remember that she submitted a research application for hair growth potion to the research group last year."

Sid heard the teasing in the words, and found the familiar roommate in an instant.

He glanced at Canias, pulling his hood over his flushed cheeks.

Kanas landed on the ground with Sid in his arms.The Xilin Mercenary Group has been waiting outside Heli Castle for a long time.

Ever since they learned that Kanias was the famous paladin, the Xilin mercenary group lost the right to compete with him for Heri's head.

Before the mercenary group suffered heavy losses, Gary quickly asked them to retreat outside the castle.

Sure enough, as he expected, not long after Xilin withdrew, the castle that had been feared for hundreds of years was reduced to ruins.

……

After the group left, a long dragon chant resounded from the collapsed castle.

The breath that was suppressed deep in the castle was not the undead that Kanas had thought.The spirit it showed when it was dormant was too peaceful, which caused Cagnas to misunderstand it.

After a whole year of slumber, under the influence of the abyss lord's field, it finally woke up.

The dark horned dragon opened its blood-bright eyes in the burial of sand and stones.It sniffed a familiar scent from the wind howling across the desert.

It roared to the sky, and the stars receded in the deafening roar.

"Stay here! Great, forgetful Lord of Darkness!

"Did you know—"

There was the clash of chains and suspicious, aggrieved whimpers in the air.

"—Your most powerful partner, Hellscream, Abyss of Hell, Arnold, the Darkhorn Dragon, is still trapped here, can't go anywhere..."