Endless power from the Lord of the Undead, Nagash, was being sucked into Man Frey's body like a whale. The last Count viciously choked Archbishop Vikma's neck and sucked out large amounts of dark magic from his body.
Archbishop Vikma wailed in pain. The Armor of Nagash on his body, the Witchcraft Crown on his head, and the Hand of Nagash in his hand glowed at the same time. The will and power of the Lord of the Undead, Nagash, was crazily colliding within Vikma's body, causing him to almost go crazy. The Archbishop used his most vicious curses and most devout calls to let Man Frey have a taste of his power, but as usual, nothing happened.
In the cauldron, the blood of Charlemagne and the blood of the Goddess of War were mixed with Yisha's blessing. The blood of the remaining six sacrifices were also mixed together and injected into the Archbishop's body. The powerful dark magic and the will of Nagash flowed through the soul chains into Vikma's body, and was immediately absorbed by Man Frey.
Akerhan hurriedly rushed under the cauldron. He saw that his master had finally obtained a chance to revive after absorbing the blessings of the nine gods and the blood of the eight chosen ones. When he was just a step away from revival, Man Frey stole the fruit of victory. Akerhan couldn't help but be furious. "Stop, Man Frey, you can't control my master's power!"
"I've never thought of controlling your master's power, foolish Lich!" Man Frey stood in front of Akerhan with the attitude of a victor. The last Count was in the process of evolving. His body gradually became larger and grander. The Count was extremely proud. "I only need a part of it. Nagash, your master, he can continue to sleep in his Black Pyramid. He belongs to me now! The era of the Eternal Emperor Man Frey has begun! "
"Man Frey!" Akerhan roared and cast a spell, attempting to stop the spell or release his ancient tomb spell to attack Man Frey.
However, it was ineffective. The Lich King had set up too many defensive spells to ensure the safety of the ritual. Man Frey had decisively activated the spell formation after stealing a part of Nagash's power. Akerhan had now shot himself in the foot. The spell formation he set up stopped him in his tracks.
Logically speaking, Akerhan shouldn't have been stopped by his own spell formation. However, it was different this time. Man Frey had obtained the primal power of darkness. His magic was of a higher level than Akerhan's.
Mystery would lose its effectiveness in front of a higher Mystery.
Looking at all this, Manfred couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Yes, it was impossible for him to become a powerful Lord of the Dead like Nagash, and it was impossible for him to become a true God. After all, he couldn't inherit the complete Godhood and Divine Power, which the Lord of the Dead himself didn't have.
But what did all of that matter? As long as he could absorb all the Dark Magic Source Energy in the ritual site, that would be enough! The new Eternal Emperor, the Lord of Death, would be born here!
The pre-arranged descendants of von Kastein, as well as the necromancers loyal to Manfred, began to chant in unison, "My Lord, Manfred von Kastein, you are the master of death, you are the master of Sylvania, you are the king of von Kastein, you are the emperor of vampires, you are the protector of all descendants, you are the last vampire count, you are …"
Amidst the chaos of the ritual, thousands of magical winds formed a storm that wrapped everything in it. The boundary between the mortal world and the subspace became thin. Akerhan tried to salvage the situation. He began chanting loudly to stop Man Frey's ascension ritual.
The Lich King made up his mind. It seemed that he couldn't revive his master this time. But even so, he, Man Frey, could forget about becoming a demigod. The Lord of Death!
The two sides began to fight. There was no doubt that Man Frey's power had the upper hand. But relying on his understanding of Death Magic and Nagash's power, Akerhan's obstruction also had a certain effect. Man Frey's ascension ritual became painful and difficult.
And what made Man Frey a little strange was that although he absorbed a lot of Dark Magic, the proportion that he could control was relatively small. It was as if something was "parasitic" in his body.
At this time, a Vampire Baron standing behind Man Frey, the Von Castein family's descendant, Hal Harris, rolled his pale eyes.
"You have to stop him. You have to stop Man Frey." A voice came from his mind.
It was the voice of the gray knight's genetic prototype, the Sun Wang Laing.
"Stop him? But, what should I do? " Hal Harris looked at his master's infinite power, the power to tear the real world apart, the power to suppress Sylvania, and the dominance of the Lich King Akerhan. The Vampire Baron admitted that he was afraid. He was afraid.
"If you don't stop him, all of you will end up as his puppets." Laing's voice continued. He had no emotion at all. It was cold and full of cruelty. "He won't let you go. He knows that you are Lemia's informant, right? He didn't do anything to you before because you are still useful to him. If he becomes the Lord of Death, then even the Queen of Silver Peak Mountain, Nefrata, will have to kneel at Man Frey's feet. After that, what use will you be? "
"But …" Hal Harris was still hesitating. What if he failed?
Seeing that the spy was still hesitating, Laing's voice became even colder. "Hurry up. There is no time. You can think about it. Who is more trustworthy, me or your master?"
Hal Harris thought to himself. Isn't this nonsense? To Man Frey, betrayal was like breathing. He didn't feel happy anymore. He was used to it.
"Can you promise? If I do as you say … "The Vampire Baron was still hesitating.
"Yes, I promise you," Ryan said in a very sincere and trustworthy manner.
The Vampire Baron clenched his fangs. While Man Frey and Akerhan were fighting, the storm of spells and the flood of witchcraft collided. He stretched out his hand, grabbed his Undead Bone Sword, and slowly crept behind Man Frey.
Man Frey seemed to be unaware of Hal Harris' actions. The Vampire Baron focused all his attention on Akerhan. Hal Harris saw this and unsheathed his Bone Sword. He gripped the hilt tightly and attacked Man Frey's back.
The sharp edge of the sword drew a cold light. Just as the tip of the sword was about to penetrate Frey's back, something terrible happened!
The scream from deep within Hal Harris's bloodline penetrated his skull and exploded from his skull, ears, and eyes. The harsh noise made the vampire baron drop his sword and kneel on the ground in pain. He covered his head with his hands and rolled on the ground in pain. Blood spurted out from his eyes, ears, and mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hal Harris, Akhan's loyal dog, Nefrata's lackey and spy. I knew this day would come." Man Frey looked at the vampire baron struggling on the ground with a mocking and mocking expression. He bared his teeth and laughed. "You think I don't know your background? Do you think I don't know who you work for? You traitor, do you think I won't guard against you? "
"You … Ugh!" Hal Harris' face was covered in blood. The vampire baron was paralyzed on the ground. "When?"
"When? I've already cast a spell on you and hinted at you. " Man Frey chuckled. He forced Akhan to retreat with a Wind of Death. Only then did he turn his attention to the spy under his command. "From the beginning, I knew you couldn't be trusted. You're Matthew Bard's lackey. After Mu Xilon was destroyed, I sent you to Nefrata. Very well, you were Akhan's man from the beginning, right? It's normal for you to appear at this time. Any later and you won't have another chance. Am I right? "
"…" Hal Harris was sent flying by a kick and smashed into a stone tablet.
"Then, it's over!" Man Frey blasted the vampire baron with a Curse of Time. Hal Harris was enveloped in black magic. His body gradually stiffened. His armor rotted and his flesh petrified. The vampire baron turned into white dust in extreme pain.
"Who else wants to stab me in the back?" Man Frey roared at the vampires and necromancers under his command. "Who else wants to interrupt my destined path to rule the world? I'll give you a fair chance to challenge me! "
Fair challenge my ass! Man Frey's vampires and dozens of necromancers shook their heads when they saw what happened to Hal Harris. Clearly, Man Frey was prepared. Resisting now was no different from hitting a rock with an egg. Moreover, only idiots would believe Man Frey's "fair".
Finally, the demigod barrier thinned. Man Frey spread his arms and enjoyed his last moments as a mortal.
Man Frey, the vampires' vampires, the third vampire count of Sylvania, and the last and most cunning of the vampires, recalled his past. In his life, there were failures, successes, retreats, concealment, and glorious moments.
So, when was his most glorious moment?
Without a doubt, it was now. The moment when he defeated the five armies, suppressed the Lich King, and became the Lord of Death!
Ah, so glorious, so sweet.
So high!
I feel like I've reached the peak of my life!
The deafening screams of thousands of creatures and the joy of victory covered up a flash of light. Without any warning, a silver light fell from the sky, from where the only dark clouds in Sylvania were broken. Before Manfred could react, a sword pierced through his chest from behind!
"Ugh!" The light and the sword made of pure psionic energy pierced his heart from behind. Blood immediately flowed out of Man Frey's mouth. The vampire count, who was about to become the Lord of Death, was severely injured by this blow. Man Frey's body twitched. He slowly turned his head back in disbelief. "It's … It's you, Laing!"
"Yes, it's me." The light and shadow of the original body appeared behind Man Frey. The Goddess of Vengeance had already turned into a giant sword that was several meters long and half a meter wide. The tip of the sword, burning with psionic flames, pierced through Man Frey's rotten and depraved heart, and completely destroyed his body structure and soul. "Let me give you a surprise, my dear Man Frey. Do you like it?"
"No … Impossible, how can you be here?" Black blood flowed out of Man Frey's chest and mouth like a waterfall. The last vampire count struggled and twitched. "Impossible, the scene of the ceremony … is perfect."
"It was before." Laing forcefully pushed the burning Goddess of Vengeance into Man Frey's body, causing the sword to penetrate even deeper. Hundreds of undead winds bombarded Laing's body. His face twisted. "The Staff of Nagash provided me with an anchor point in the subspace, and your promotion ceremony tore open the gap between the mortal world and the subspace."
"Ugh! Ugh!!! "Man Frey's entire body trembled. He realized in horror that his strength was leaving him! The moment he was about to break through to the Demigod level, he was stabbed in the back by Laing. He did not succeed in one spurt of energy, and now he would face endless backlash. Nagash's will and Lich King Akerhan would not let go of this opportunity!
"Go to hell! Man Frey, pay for everything you've done! " Laing was about to pull out the sword when he realized that Man Frey had actually reached out and grabbed the Goddess of Vengeance's blade. "What?"
"Yes, I might die!" One of Man Frey's hands had been chopped off by Azarion, but he had already reconstructed his body. Seizing the opportunity, the vampire Count held the Goddess of Vengeance's blade in his chest with one hand. His face was filled with complete madness. "But you will definitely die!"
In the next second, Man Frey used all the power of Nagash he could still control to form a two-meter-long bone spear in his other hand. Finally, the vampire Count's eyes flashed with hatred as he turned around and stabbed. The gathered power of the Lord of the Undead instantly pierced through all of Laing's defenses, piercing through his heart and sternum!
"Ugh …" Laing's body was pierced, and the boiling hot silver blood of his original body spurted out. He supported himself slightly, and his limbs drooped down weakly. The ultra-long distance teleportation that spanned almost a third of the world and the Staff of Nagash's Dark Pull to forcefully descend to the Cursed Lands had exhausted his original body. The power of the Lord of the Undead was enough to kill many true gods, let alone a demigod like him.
This attack had also severely injured Laing! His original body's power instantly fell by a large amount!
"Let me die with you!!!" Man Frey roared crazily.
"That's not necessarily true." Laing suddenly smiled. His body gradually turned into a blur of light and then exploded into pieces, dissipating under the sky of Sylvania.
Forgotten Shadow!
Thunder streaked across the sky, and Laing disappeared, leaving behind his words in the air.
"The seal has been lifted. Our deal is complete."
Deal? What deal? Man Frey was puzzled. The last vampire Count did not have time to think so much. He clutched his chest. The crazy energy backlash and the injury to his soul were destroying everything!
There was still a chance! There was still a chance. Man Frey tried to guide Nagash's energy to repair his soul and body. The Lord of the Undead's dark power could do anything. As long as he could control it, he could survive. Becoming a demigod could wait for another time!
There was still a chance! Man Frey was already in a state of madness.
Survive, just like what he had always done. As long as he survived, there would be a chance for him to rise again.
However, something terrible happened. In the depths of his soul, in the depths of his blood, some kind of existence had been unsealed. It greedily absorbed all the power, including Manfred's power, including the power of the Lord of the Dead, Nagash's power, and even all the power of the curse and the wind of the dead in the whole of Sylvania!
Something, something was coming out of his body! Manfred struggled frantically, but it was to no avail. The other party was obviously much stronger than he was, and could easily control his magic power and bloodline. He was more proficient than Manfred himself.
"No! No! No!!! Why did it become like this, no! " Man Frey screamed. He could feel his soul, his body, and everything about him being completely absorbed and completely destroyed.
"Pa!" Blood exploded. Under the horrified eyes of the large group of Vampires and Necromancers, and under the incredulous expression of Lich King Arkham, Man Frey's chest exploded. A hand reached out from the body of the last Vampire Count.
A person grew out of Man Frey's body!
"My foolish son, you have never had the talent and strength to match your ambition. You have never truly understood the noble spirit of Von Karstein. This has doomed you to failure. Your pattern is limited to this. A pitiful ambitious schemer, a schemer, will never rise to the top. Never."
A tall, noble, elegant, aloof, and insufferably arrogant figure emerged from Man Frey's body. He had an ancient and handsome face, sharp fangs, and long white hair. He slowly landed on the ground with a perfect posture. "Now, I have returned. Sylvania's long night is about to break ~"
"No … No …" Man Frey was still making his final struggle. This fellow suddenly realized that everything he had done before had become a wedding dress for the person in front of him. The fruits of his "biological father's" victory. Everything he had was a wedding dress for him!
The clown was actually himself!
At the last moment of his life, self-deprecating words flashed through Man Frey's mind. Then, his soul and body were swallowed by the Spiritual Flame. That was the part that his "biological father" didn't want.
The third Vampire Count, and also the last Vampire Count, Man Frey Von Karstein, Life Destruction Sylvania.
The Nine Devil Halos fell into silence. The ritual to revive Nagash had ended. Only a bright red figure was left standing above the 100,000 Undead Army, accepting the worship of everyone.
“King，oftheDarkness！”
In the center of the ritual stood a newly ascended Demigod. He had absorbed part of the Dark Origin Energy of the Lord of the Undead, Nagash, and all of Man Frey's power to complete the ritual.
The new Lord of Death, the Blood Ancestor of the Von Karstein Family, the rightful Kurfürst of the Empire of Sylvania, the first Vampire Count, Vlad Von Karstein announced his return!
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