"Laric, perhaps you still don't know, but this demon sword that Azrael Hassendis bestowed upon me can release a curse called 'Eternal Dream'. As for what this curse is, you will know in a moment." This time, Lancelot didn't just stand there, but walked towards us.
"Do you know why the Bloody Queen Mávila was willing to die in your hands? Do you really think that you can kill her with your strength? Of course, it's the same for me. After I die, my magic equipment, Ghost Armor, which is also Atholl's Protection, will belong to you. I hope that when the time comes, you won't disappoint everyone's expectations of you. Now that you know the truth, aren't you curious as to why I killed the Holy Emperor back then? "Lancelot continued.
"It was a season of wind and snow. My daughter was chosen by the Church because her soul was pure enough. They wanted to sacrifice my daughter, Layla, to the Goddess of Fate. I went to find the Holy Emperor and begged him to spare my daughter's life. However, the Holy Emperor told me that he was powerless. I will never forget that day. Layla's mother died of grief on the spot as she cried and screamed in agony. I had no choice but to use forbidden magic to find Azrael Hassendis. "
The Undead Witch King Lancelot choked with sobs as he spoke.
"I offered my soul to Azrael and became his loyal servant in the mortal realm. I made a deal with him. After that, I secretly allied with the Dwarves and slowly controlled the Royal Knights by the Holy Emperor's side. Because they also had children, they were dissatisfied with the Holy Emperor's actions. The Holy Emperor's strength was too strong. I could only kill him when he was injured and unprepared. At the same time, if the Church's light was their final faith, then I would make the world forever dark! I obtained energy from Lord Azrael and formed an army of the undead, trying to uproot the Church, but I was too naive. "
After hearing so much from Lancelot, I was disgusted with those sanctimonious people in the church, but I couldn't hate Gerrard. He was a righteous and powerful knight.
"After failing to destroy the Church, I died with a lifetime of regret. Nothing in life is perfect, and it's not easy. I've actually been reborn, but I'm no longer a human. I still have a chance to start over. I once tried to control the power of evil, but it was like a moth flying into a flame. Azrael told me that being strong doesn't mean you will live forever. Only death can make you live forever. Day after day, I wandered painfully in the abyss of revenge. I could feel Layla beside me, but she never appeared. That day, I sensed that he had brought a woman back. That woman was Avina. I wanted to search for Avina's soul, but a powerful and mysterious force prevented me from doing so. This was the first time I had no choice but to give up and let her die on her own. In the end, she attracted you. At that time, I was overjoyed. I had waited for hundreds of years for this moment. I knew that I could finally be free. In the deal with Azrael, if you want to gain something, you have to lose it. I lost my freedom and became Azrael's chess piece. Azrael told me to work with Irdele, so I could only work with him. I've told you everything after that. I only hope that you can release the other undead after my death and let them die on their own, especially the commander of the Ghost Knights, André. I know that our era will end, and your era will come. Come, my Demon's Sword will activate the curse of 'Eternal Dream.' This curse can make anyone live in a dream forever. It's up to you whether you can borrow this move of mine! " After saying that, Lancelot immediately swung the Demon's Sword. A transparent green wave of light shot towards us.
At this time, Natalia finally broke out of the Prison of Fear. She stepped forward bravely and used all her magic to cast a powerful Magic Shield, just like how Hissed protected me back then.
Natalia, who had exhausted all her magic, finally blocked the terrifying curse of 'Eternal Dream.' We weren't cursed. Instead, the Magic Shield reflected the curse back at Lancelot, the Undead Witch King. He didn't dodge, but gladly accepted the curse. In the end, he let out a rare relaxed smile. He saw his wife and daughter waving at him. At this moment, he was so happy. There was no more pain and hatred. No one could enslave his soul. His soul could finally rest in peace after so many things.
"Goodbye, Laric, Belgrave Flammarion. I hope you never lose your heart, and don't give up on your original dream so easily!"
After saying that, Lancelot disappeared completely. It was as though he had been sucked into the Demon's Sword, leaving the sword alone on the ground.
Before Lancelot disappeared, the Ghost Armor flew from his body into mine and merged with my soul. I could clearly feel these magic equipment.
Natalia's situation wasn't good. Although she had reflected Lancelot's curse, the magic's backlash had dissipated all the magic that had destroyed Natalia. She might never be able to cast magic again.
At this moment, the little ghost girl who had brought us in appeared in the main hall. She was Layla.
She turned to face us. She had an extremely terrifying face. She smiled at us with her horrifying charred face.
"Thank you, kind people."
Then, the little ghost girl slowly disappeared. Perhaps she had gone to heaven!
At the same time, the battle had reached the most critical moment. The undead nightmare army led by the commander of the Ghost Knights, André, had almost broken through all the defensive lines. Even the Light Magic Crystal Cannons of the Chief Magic Advisor Morse had almost been destroyed, not to mention the other ordinary troops. Gerrard and a few other Holy Knights were still struggling to hold on. The church had also lost more than half of its members.
At this moment, the light of dawn arrived. Most of the undead had disappeared as if they had been roasted by dragon fire. The commander of the Ghost Knights, André, turned his head to the east. Alonso, who had collapsed in front of him, was only one step away from him.
"Lord Witch King, we did our best." André glanced at Alonso. He didn't kill Alonso. Instead, he slowly dissipated in the air peacefully. The other undead also dissipated with him, leaving only Alonso with a terrified expression.
This great battle against the undead ended just like that, as if it had never happened. However, he had planted a seed, a seed that would grow into a towering tree.
A few days later, Pope Caloma held an extremely large mass for the dead civilians and warriors to send their heroic souls to the afterlife. The commander of the Ghost Knights, Dwayne, was also given a grand burial.
Flants, who had lost an arm, returned to the Demon Hunter's Blade base alone. Natalia, who had lost her magic, followed Lord Randall and led the last of her people back to Fredenburg to rebuild their home. Natalia, Avina, and I chose to leave. Fate left this scar on Avina's face, and I wanted to make it your glory. After this series of events, I had a new understanding of this world. I couldn't continue living like this. I knew that Hissed would respect my choice. I put Lofis' sword into my spatial ring. I would never forget this pirate leader of the Sinjardi Sea.
In the Red Moon Lake in the Death Mountain Range, the spatial ring that Lancelot had dropped, which was also the magic equipment Atholl's glory. After many twists and turns and the passage of time, I actually found it in Alice's treasure vault in the deep sea fortress. Perhaps this was fate, a fate that I couldn't escape no matter what.
Now that I had collected four pieces of Atholl's magic equipment, I only had three more to go. Perhaps I knew what I should do next. Irdele, it seemed that we were destined to meet. I suddenly remembered that we seemed to have already met in the Warlock Delamere's lair.
"Wing of Destruction, Black Dragon Irdele, it seemed that our fates would eventually intersect."
There were no gold coins, no glory or rewards. We completed this mission with a huge sacrifice. Everything was due to fate.
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