Now, no one can stop me, no one, not even you... can!"

The Witch King stood tall and stood on the south wall of the military fortress, laughing and talking to himself, talking about his achievements, and even glanced to the northwest with a look of disdain, and there was the third wave on the battlefield.

The source of huge space energy fluctuations.

The Witch King knew very well who would appear in that position.

The elves will not rush deep into that position without gaining control of the battlefield and seek death.

And neither Ptolemy nor Solna would send anyone to that position. In addition, as Ptolemy's master, the guy in Delali would probably not want to appear on the battlefield to see his apprentice at this time.

The kingdom is in danger of collapse.

So it’s already obvious who will appear there~

Diastino…Bone King…

While silently chewing these two names in his heart, the Witch King's eyes were full of soul fire!

As long as Solna is annexed...then turn around and annex Ptolemy! By then, Garswood will be greatly expanded and no one can stop it!

When the time comes, no bone king or old man will be able to stop him from reaching the sky!

The Witch King...

When he thought of the titles he could change after becoming the king of the most powerful kingdom, the Witch King's heart was filled with cruel excitement and violent emotions!

That skeletal idiot has been weighing on his head for hundreds of years!

This time...it's finally his turn to sit on the supreme throne!

Yes~

Yes~~~

Everything will unfold smoothly according to your plan, and there will definitely be no more surprises. It will never be allowed...

When he thought of this, the Witch King even sneered in his heart~

Did that idiot Ptolemy really believe that he would let his kingdom survive and help him regain the land that had been invaded by the elves?

That idiot is just a fool who deserves to die!

The Witch King thought so bitterly~

How can such a naive and idiotic guy be qualified to sit on the throne of the king?

Yes, those lost territories must be regained, but not for damn Ptolemy, but for his Garthwood!

For the most powerful and vast Garswood Empire!!!

As for that idiot Ptolemy, we might as well get rid of him in a while~

Anyway, I just received the news. It seems that the idiot was inexplicably severely injured by Torradre's little bat... Haha! Actually, this is not bad~

If Ptolemy would eventually die in the hands of Thoradere, then everything would be almost perfect!

As long as Ptolemy dies, he can immediately take over the command of the Ptolemaic Kingdom, and then eradicate Solna and take both countries back into his hands... It is simply a perfect plan!

Speaking of which, I have to thank Toradre’s little bat~

Well, that's right! Let him live to see the destruction of the kingdom's capital~

In addition, he can also take a good look at the scene when his subjects surrendered... It must be very interesting, right?

Hahahaha~

Oh, by the way, where did those two brats Thoradere and Ptolemy go?

Didn't you say that the teleportation was activated? Didn't it come towards the southern border?

And just when the Witch King was having various evil or sinister thoughts in his mind, on the other side, on a small cliff more than 100 meters high to the north of Ptolemy's southern battlefield, a group of strong silver light suddenly exploded.

, the next moment, two figures landed on the pile of bones together in no particular order.

The rich and strange "flame" on the red long sword was slowly undulating and jumping like blood, exuding a terrifying bloody power. However, the other end of the strange long sword had already penetrated a solid and thick armor.

It pierced the being named Ptolemy without any obstacles.

These two people were none other than the Toradres who suddenly disappeared from the battlefield above the Ptolemaic capital.

At this moment, the postures of the two men were not the same as before, and even the length of the sword tip penetrated Ptolemy's body was exactly the same. The only difference was that the blood-red blood in Toradre's eyes, which was as terrifying as an evil ghost, was no longer the same.

Disappeared.

"Why... why..."

Toradre had a look of disbelief on his face, and pulled out his sword with a slight click. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Ptolemy in front of him speechlessly, as if he really knew each other for the first time.

"Exactly...as I just said...my...eternal best friend...

Now that Solna has passed away, the vows we made can only be fulfilled by the two of us~

only…

But if we continue to move forward slowly as before, we...will eventually...fall into despair~

this time…

The conspiracy of the elves and the Witch King this time is certainly a huge disaster, but in this disaster, it is almost the only real hope for us hidden!

My...best friend...

Today...I present that hope to you...to open...the door of hope that we have long expected...and please...please forgive me for my betrayal to you...

Because...for our highest ideal...I really...have to betray you...my eternal best friend..."

Ptolemy's voice was always light, except that it seemed to be intermittent and weak due to injury. You can even imagine his indifferent expression as he said these words with a smile.

However, the face of the Black Warrior was not visible in the end, only the voice, like a sharp cone, pierced into Toradre's heart, making him think of something for a moment~

But the next moment, an invisible powerful force enveloped Toradre, making him unable to even move his fingers before he was violently thrown away.

And almost at the same time, Ptolemy, who had been pierced by Thoradere's sword and could not even speak coherently, was automatically lifted by a mysterious force to a height of more than 100 meters.

In the air~

Look far and wide from here.

The east, west, north and west were all covered by the familiar land of bones covered by clouds. Only in the south, from a distance of several thousand meters, Ptolemy could clearly see that land, which was like a sharp knife that deeply pierced his soul.

The scene... It was a forest as green as new. Although it was not nourished by the sun, it still looked delicate and charming, full of rich vitality...

It was also the land of the Undead, and it was an integral part of my Ptolemaic Kingdom!

But now... now...

Whatever~

Just think that I, Ptolemy, am incompetent!

Even the inherited kingdom was unable to protect it. Instead, it was seduced by traitors and almost destroyed the country of our compatriots~

Yes, all this is punishment for my cowardice!

If I hadn't been intimidated by the power of Su Lao and stood by and ignored Solna's crisis, I'm afraid those pointed ears of the elves wouldn't have been able to easily break into hundreds of miles north of our country and easily separate and occupy the territory of the kingdom...

Yes!

All this is my punishment!

But, my thousands of people, and my eternal friends, today, I will atone for my sins with my life. Will you forgive me? Are you willing to forgive me?

I just hope that the Lord of Death will come to the earth, and that the power of immortality will look after you. Please... please forgive me...

All thoughts flashed through Ptolemy's mind in the blink of an eye. The next moment, as a black warrior who was not good at casting spells, he stood still in the wind and suddenly lowered his head and began to recite a curse~

Because he was a little far away, Toradre didn't know what Ptolemy was preparing. However, whether it was his strange behavior or the strange power fluctuations around him, Toradre was shaken from his soul.

I felt an involuntary terrible tremor deep down!

That feeling...that feeling is the recognition of "fear" that lies deep in the soul!

At this moment, what anger and hatred, even if Toradre was almost swallowed up by that negative beauty at the last moment, at this moment it is not as intuitive as the horror that overflows his heart!

Although he still didn't know what Ptolemy wanted to do, Toradre had already noticed something was wrong in his heart, and instead began to fight against the mysterious power suppressing him with all his strength!

However, this power is unusually terrifying. Even if Toradre shows the power of his soul, it cannot shake it in the slightest!

In fact, being unable to break through the control of this strange force was not what shocked Toradre the most. What really made him feel almost crazy was that... he should have already opened up the power of his soul, but... But...

Why does the soul space not appear?

This is impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Even if those beings who have mastered the power of rules suppress it with the power of rules, it is impossible for them to not be able to reveal even the slightest soul space!

This...what on earth is going on?

Time passed quietly as Toradere tried desperately and then came to nothing. After almost ten minutes, Ptolemy's chanting voice suspended in the air became increasingly clear and discernible.

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To be continued...