Secretary of the Devil's Castle

There is no emotion in the white animal skull, and the standing shadow-like body fluctuates endlessly. Huge magic power continuously erupts from his body, turning into a thick wave-like shadow, fiercely rushing towards Viscount Sharp. After wrestling, the substantive ice couldn't resist the pervasive shadow at all. Although it was slow, it still penetrated into the magic gap steadily, and gradually approached Viscount Sharp himself.

Ender's magical power seems to be fundamentally stronger than these ordinary magical powers.

The shadow eroded the viscount's magic. His expression changed several times in a row, and then he gritted his teeth and released the second magic. A light spot was shot into the sky by him, and a few seconds later, a "sun" bloomed in the air , The terrifying glare poured in all directions like sharp arrows, Viscount Sharp suddenly groaned, white eyes appeared on his body, and the exposed skin was gradually stained with scorched marks, as if being ignited.

As a third-tier blood mage, although Viscount Sharp could not be unable to move in the sun, facing such a strong light, the spell that he originally used to resist Ender's shadow was like pouring concentrated sulfuric acid on him. Obvious burn marks.

However, his idea of ​​injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred is useless after all. If Ender's shadow spell can be weakened so easily, then he is not worthy of the title of pinnacle of power in the world.

The shadow was hardly affected in any way, and was still eager to move towards Viscount Sharp. Seeing this, he could only grit his teeth and cancel the ultimate enhanced version of the flash technique, and instead created pure magic missiles that fell into those shadows like raindrops , this effect is quite prominent.

In the face of Ender's shadow, the best way is to avoid it, or to hedge against it with powerful enough magic power.

It just so happened that the magic power that Viscount Sharp could use at this time was terrifying, but unfortunately, every point he delayed, the situation would become even more unfavorable to him. The huge crystal behind Viscount Sharp had already begun to exude instability. It's flashing, obviously already on the verge of limit.

But on the other side, the situation on Fatalia's side is not very good.

Her face also looked serious. Although the situation in front of her seemed to be beneficial to her, in fact, she was not sure whether the magic that Ender exerted on her ran out of magic power or Tan En woke up first. After all, it was nothing. In the game, Viscount Sharp did not have a blood bar on his head.

"It can't go on like this."

Fatalia frowned, bit her thumb, and said, "Favna, try to get close to that crystal and see if there is a chance to destroy it. I will cover you."

"Yes, Master."

Favna's dragon wings spread out behind her, and she turned into a phantom and rushed towards Viscount Sharp. Behind her was the figure of Fatalia.

Ender's clone has no consciousness and will not leave Fatalia's side, so in order to exert more powerful power, Fatalia must take the initiative to attack.

The shadow became thicker and thicker, almost turned into a substance that actually existed, flowing on the ground like thick mud, and Fatalia stepped on the shadow, and the shadow would flow by itself without even needing to move Fatalia. She can send Ya to wherever she wants to go, and that's how she can keep up with Favna's speed.

Seeing the two approaching quickly, Viscount Sharp waved his hand, and a series of ice thorns sprouted from his feet and stabbed at the two of them. Favna flapped her wings, and she quickly raised her figure and easily bypassed the ice thorns. Fatalia It was a little more simple and rough. The Ender clone behind her let out a silent roar, and then the shadow-covered arm turned into a huge sharp claw and directly tore the ice thorns, and continued to rush towards Viscount Sharp.

"Recklessly!"

The magic power on his body was almost condensed into substance. Viscount Sharp waved the cane in his hand - the cane was almost transformed into a strange big sword under the infusion of magic power - and slashed towards Fatalia, but Ender's The avatar was firmly pinched, and then a fierce two-handed ax appeared in Fatalia's hand. She swung the ax round and slashed at Viscount Sharp.

A trace of disdain flashed in Viscount Sharp's eyes when he saw this. It was impossible for Fatalia to break through the magic defense around him without using the power of the Demon King. However, the disdain in his eyes turned into horror before it faded, because he found The ax easily tore apart the violent magic power surrounding him. He retreated quickly, but half of his waist was still cut off.

But fortunately, as a vampire, this kind of injury is not very serious for him. With the support of magic power, the granulation soon glued the wound together, and he only waited for the follow-up to fully recover.

"Viscount, what standpoint do you use to say this to me? It seems that no matter what standpoint you stand on, you don't have the qualifications to say that I act recklessly."

Fatalia said calmly, put the despair in her hands aside and directly chopped into the ground. The tall figure of Ender behind her blocked the sunlight, making her whole body shrouded in shadow, only her eyes were slightly glowing scarlet , "Don't worry, I won't care about your faux pas, after all, it will be repaid soon."

Dark lines emerged, outlining simple but enchantingly beautiful patterns on Fatalia's body. An extremely violent aura erupted from her body, and a certain kind of endless hunger enveloped her.

Fatalia opened her mouth slightly, and the magic power around her continuously poured into her mouth, turning into burning food, and then she continued to rush forward, her whole person's speed increased sharply compared to before, that tall as a god of death The figure followed Viscount Sharp like a shadow.

At this time, Viscount Sharp's expression was extremely ugly. The magic power on his body gathered into a pair of mage hands that shone with fluctuating runes to resist Ender's attack. His free hands clenched the cane tightly and stuck it in Fatalia's desperate place. At the handle of the axe, the terrifyingly powerful blade of despair was avoided.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were almost bloodshot, "It's obviously close, it's obviously close, why do you want to get in the way at this time?!"

"If it was normal, I would probably refute a few words, but now I will only say..."

Ender's avatar pressed down again, the ground under Viscount Sharp's feet could no longer hold up and shattered, and his body couldn't bear such a huge pressure, and began to show signs of collapse. His pale skin flushed abnormally, and some fragile Cracks have already appeared in some places.

"You're in the way. Favna, do it!"

Viscount Sharp's eyes widened suddenly, and he desperately turned his head to look in the direction of the crystal at the risk of being seriously injured by Ender's avatar, only to see that Favna, who had disappeared from just now, was patting her dragon wings and landed on the crystal. Hearing Fatalia's order, Favna immediately raised her right fist, wrapped in magic power, and then ruthlessly hammered at the crystal below her.

"No!"

Viscount Sharp completely gave up resisting the attack of Ender's clone. The sharp claws formed by the shadow almost tore him apart completely. In fact, he had already torn off half of his body. To Favna, "Stop!"

But he was still a long way from Favna, and the shadows under his feet were still restlessly delaying his steps. Viscount Sharp could only watch Favna's magical fist hit the crystal. The crystal was already covered with cracks, and then exploded into countless tiny pieces with a crisp cracking sound.

"Asshole, bastard!"

Viscount Sharp almost lost his mind completely. He forcibly sucked the soul power released from the shattered crystal into his body. The magic power level in his body quickly recovered to the peak level, and then continued to rise. Those fragments were also inexplicably attracted, surrounding him. , and then exploded into dust, turning into flowing glare, "It's only the last bit, the last bit!"

The mournful roar resounded through the sky, accompanied by a powerful storm of magic power sweeping everything around, even Fatalia, who had Ender's magic protection, was a little overwhelmed, and Favna, who was only at the sixth level, was even more so. struggling to support.

And in the center of the storm, Viscount Sharp, whose face was distorted by extreme anger, is no longer handsome and gloomy as before. At this time, he is more like a lunatic who has taken everything away, and this lunatic has red eyes , looked at Favna!

"Favna, run!"

Fatalia barely stood up and shouted over there, but Favna was surrounded by the magic storm, and she didn't even have the leeway to stand up, so she could only watch Viscount Sharp approaching her step by step, " You have taken away my hope, and now even if I must die, I will drag you to die with me!"

Viscount Sharp walked up to Favna and raised his right hand high. The huge magic power was gathering and turned into a flaming sword. The scorching flames almost ignited the surrounding air. The unbearable heat It spread in all directions, he stared indifferently, his arms dropped, "The first one."

The sharp sword cut through the air and slashed at Favna, but when it reached the head, a big hand covered with heavy armor grabbed his arm, and then squeezed it lightly.

Click!

Viscount Sharp's arm suddenly twisted into a strange shape, and at the same time, the magic power on his arm disappeared completely. Then Viscount Sharp felt a strong force coming from his arm, and then he flew up in the sky and on the ground. After playing a few times, I don't know how far it rolled out before stopping again.

"It seems to have been a very long dream."

Tan En's tall figure stood in front of Favna, his helmet was blasted with a crack at some point by the magic wave, and the dark blue soul fire escaped from the gap, fluctuating violently, "Sorry, Your Highness Fatalia, I am late, this is a serious dereliction of duty."

"Don't worry, Mr. Tan En."

Fatalia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Tan En woke up, and there was a little relief in her eyes, "You arrived very timely."

"Really? That's really a blessing."

Tan En pulled out the throat on his back, and walked slowly towards Viscount Sharp who hadn't gotten up in the distance, "Then now, please let me eliminate the threat."

"Damn, damn, damn..."

Viscount Sharp propped himself up and sat up, while repeating the word in his mouth, while stretching out his broken right hand madly, all kinds of magic were released by him to attack Tan En, but they didn't even have the slightest effect play.

The flames smashed into sparks, the ice gun shattered into countless dust, the thunder and lightning did not leave a trace of scorching marks, and the stalagmites raised on the ground were crushed as easily as if they were completely ignored. In front of him, he raised his throat, and the blue flame burned on the blade.

At this moment, Fatalia remembered something, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill him!"

Tan En paused, and the flame that had just ignited was extinguished again, and then he slashed down with his sword without hesitation.

Chapter 69 Fatalia: I'm a demon after all

"In my memory, I have spent hundreds of years in a city, every ten years is a reincarnation, every ten years I will replace a new identity and a new memory, at the beginning I can clearly Realizing that the situation is wrong, I can still have my own memory, but as the number of reincarnations increases, I can feel that my memory is becoming more and more blurred, and my self-awareness is beginning to become unclear. Hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, I will completely forget who I am."

After confirming that Viscount Sharp had absolutely no strength left to resist, Tan En withdrew his sobs and began to talk to Fatalia. At this time, Fatalia, who was checking Favna's injuries, twitched her lips.

She and Favna were easily covered by memory without realizing it. If she hadn't found that her memory, habits and certain details did not match in the end, she would still be in the dark. On the other hand, Tan Well, he was just trapped and unable to move for the time being, and it would take such a long time to cover his consciousness. It can only be said that he is worthy of being a powerhouse of the twelfth rank.

"Okay, let's go back and report these things. Now let's see what Viscount Sharp can tell us."

After treating the wound on Favna's body a little, Fatalia looked back at Viscount Sharp, who was lying on the ground with only half of his body left. At this time, the remaining magic power in his body had been completely burned by Tan En's sword. Lost, but fortunately, his vampire physique prevented him from dying due to excessive blood loss for the time being.

Viscount Sharp half-opened his eyes and looked at the sky blankly. At this time, he neither had the gloom when he first saw him, nor the anger of being destroyed by the plan, but a kind of hopeless gray and indifference, as if a body was still in the sky. Breathing corpse.

Fatalia walked up to him and squatted down, just covering the sun and casting a shadow on Viscount Sharp's face. Viscount Sharp stared blankly at the sky, then slowly turned his eyes to cast his gaze on Fatalia, He wanted to move, to gather strength to give her a fatal blow, but the magic power in his body was completely exhausted. His right hand was broken, his right hand was broken, and even he was cut in half. No matter what he did, he couldn't do what he wanted. He could even feel it. My life is passing by.

Fatalia looked at her and said calmly: "Good afternoon, Viscount Sharp, do you have anything to say?"

Viscount Sharp stared at Fatalia in silence for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes. Obviously, he didn't have any intention to speak. Seeing this, Fatalia was not in a hurry, but continued to say flatly: "Although I don't know whether you are Why do you do all this, but probably no one else knows your plan, everyone in Sharpe, except your daughter and yourself, have probably become puppets, their original souls were devoured and replaced, leaving only The next false soul drives the puppet...in other words, if you die, then no one else will know what you planned, what you wanted, what your purpose...probably wasn't meant to be Rule the empire, so are you interested in telling your story? If you think this story deserves to be known by others, rather than rotten in the dirt with you."

His weak breathing was a bit heavy, but he remained silent. Fatalia waited patiently for a while, until Viscount Sharp opened his eyes again, "I want...to find my wife back."

The Viscountess is a gentle and generous, enthusiastic, cheerful, understanding, and kind person. Occasionally, she will have some whimsy and frizz.

She was originally just an ordinary human being who was a little rare in Demon Island. She came to live in Sharp Territory with her parents, injecting some vitality into this slightly quiet land.

The Viscountess, who was still a young girl at that time, conquered everyone in Sharpe with her enthusiasm, and easily integrated into Sharpe. At that time, the gloomy and dull Viscount Sharp also noticed the immigrant.

As in all fairy tales, the kind Viscountess knocked—or more accurately, kicked open the heart of Viscount Sharp, and pulled him out of the dark corner with a forceful gesture. Standing under the light.

The dull and gloomy Viscount Sharp is no longer what he used to be, and he has a smile on his face, and his relationship with the people is better.

The addition of the Viscountess was like a lubricant, reconciling the atmosphere of the entire Sharpie, and soon, they also had a child, a lovely girl, the lady named her Patty, and made a bold statement that Patty would become The happiest girl in the world.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. The Sharp collar had a dispute with the surrounding lords because of the ownership of Marshan. Although the Viscount Sharp argued against it, the other party was an earl. The earl's power and connections were naturally greater than the viscount. However, under the restrictions of the imperial decree, he could not directly use his power to take Marshan away, and he also failed to use his position to exert pressure on Viscount Sharp.

In the end, the earl chose assassination.

The final result has long been known. The assassination was disguised as an accident. Viscount Sharp himself did not die, but his wife closed her eyes forever.

Since then, Viscount Sharp stopped laughing. He turned to study spells that can revive people. After repeated experiments, he turned his attention to the soul magic that he is most familiar with and is best at. Reappear in memory.

After many attempts, he successfully created an unprecedentedly large animism, and the reason for such a huge scale is also very easy to explain, because he wanted to extract all the memories of his wife's actions on this land , used as raw materials to restore her soul, and those who were invaded by the memory cover became the experimental subjects of Viscount Sharp, and he wanted to ensure that he could succeed 100%.

After that, there is the story of the arrival of Fatalia and her party. Viscount Sharp was close to success, but they discovered the truth of the Sharp collar, and finally destroyed the animistic core and shattered Viscount Sharp's hope.

After hearing Viscount Sharp's narration, Fatalia asked with some doubts: "Then...why did you modify the memory of the officials sent by Demon King City? If it's just an experiment, the people in Sharp's collar should be more than enough. A Demon King City official doesn’t have much benefit other than scaring the grass and scaring the snake away.”

"Probably... for revenge."

Viscount Sharp spoke calmly, his voice was extremely hoarse, but his tone was so flat that he almost seemed to be talking about something unrelated to him: "Although I have calmed down now because the plan has completely failed, but the things that dominated my heart at that time In addition to the idea of ​​wanting to revive my wife, there is also a heart full of anger, the anger towards the earl. But before I can take revenge, he died of illness, I lost the object of revenge, but the anger did not diminish, and spread to The nobles of the entire Cairns Empire, so I manipulated them to the point of eroding all the demon kings on the island who failed to reach the level of God's Domain on the grounds of experiments—with the help of animism, this is not impossible. Ha, now that I think about it, I was really crazy."

Fatalia's eyes widened immediately: "What did you say? You controlled all the demon kings on the Demon Island who failed to reach the level of God's Domain?"

"Yes."

Viscount Sharp twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "All the demon kings below the tenth rank, I let them unite to attack the Cairns Empire and provoke a war on the border."

After hearing Viscount Sharp's words, Fatalia clenched her hands tightly, her heart beating violently, but soon, she took a deep breath and calmed down. After all, it's useless for her to worry here. The only thing she can do is Just believe in Ende.

Wanting to understand this, Fatalia looked at Viscount Sharp again, looking at this viscount who seemed normal but had already gone crazy on the day his wife died.

What people will do when they lose their minds is unpredictable, and Viscount Sharp's performance may be the embodiment of this statement.

Fatalia sighed, then stood up and said: "Viscount Sharp, frankly speaking, even if we don't stop it, your ultimate goal will be impossible to achieve, your wife is dead, this cannot be changed In fact, even if you use memory to reproduce it, it is just an extremely sophisticated artificial soul, not your wife herself."

"Yeah, even if I can input all her memories, it's just a copy of the same person, but not the same person—not to mention I can't do it."

Viscount Sharp laughed again, and two lines of tears rolled down, "I am just paralyzing myself with an illusion. From this point of view, I am just a... puppet controlled by obsession."

Since the day Madam died, Viscount Sharp never felt that he was alive the next day. Perhaps his heart also died along with Madam, and what was left was just a lump of flesh that was still working stiffly. This piece of meat paralyzed itself with illusions, and finally set off a disaster that covered the entire Sharp Territory and even many demon kings, making the Cairns Empire crumbling. 【%

No matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that Viscount Sharp is a heinous criminal. He will be shot ten times on the ground and owe ten times. Generally speaking, Fatalia should draw out her despair But now, Fatalia has another point of concern, "You just mentioned... you created the animism? How did you create it?"

"That's really a big project, but ah, Your Royal Highness."

"so."

Fatalia stared at Viscount Sharp's face for a while, then knelt down and dipped her fingers in the blood that flowed from his waist, then stuck out her tongue and licked the blood on her fingertips, "Well, I don't like This taste, and I don't have the habit of eating humanoid creatures. You should be thankful, Viscount Sharp, because this means that you have the opportunity to accept the conditions I offer."

"What are you playing..."

"Miss Patty."

Viscount Sharp's words were interrupted by Fatalia before he finished speaking, and the name that Fatalia spit out made his eyes widen even more. Under Viscount Sharp's gaze, Fatalia continued to say : "She once said that the purpose of her going to school was to help her father. For this reason, she even transferred from Andy Women's College to Xinghai College."

Viscount Sharp's eyes trembled violently, and he suppressed his emotions and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Viscount."

Fatalia still had that calm expression, but in the eyes of Viscount Sharp at this time, she was extremely sinister, "I just want to remind you that there is not only a wife in your family, your daughter loves you very much, and also She is also worthy of your love—she should be very important in your eyes, right? After all, Miss Patty is completely unaware of what you are doing. When you were modifying the memory of the residents in the territory, Miss Patty was sent to She went to school in Demon King City and couldn’t go home for a few years, but at the critical moment of your plan, when she suddenly returned to her hometown, you didn’t forcibly drive her away. Even when we realized something was wrong, you used the excuse of attending other noble banquets to send It was sent away from Sharp to stay away from strife..."

As Fatalia said one thing after another, Viscount Sharp's heartbeat became faster and faster. He stared intently at Fatalia's lips that kept opening and closing, hating that his eyes could not take those lips into consideration. The damn mouth is sewn shut.

"Mr. Viscount, you...should attach great importance to Miss Patty, right?"

Fatalia's eyes were slightly red with a strange beauty, but this beauty could only suffocate him in the eyes of Viscount Sharp, Viscount Sharp smiled reluctantly, "Your Highness, Patty Isn't it your friend?"

"Yes, Patty is one of the few people I can talk to."

Saying that, Fatalia supported her cheeks with her hands, "However, when I need it, I don't care if she is my friend or not, as long as it is useful."

Viscount Sharp opened his mouth, and then squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "...you are really cold and ruthless, very vicious."

When Fatalia heard Viscount Sharp's evaluation, she looked disapproving: "Thank you for the compliment, after all, I am a devil."

After staring at Fatalia for a while, Viscount Sharp sighed, gave up the idea of ​​fighting against the devil princess, and said rather weakly: "As long as I can take good care of Patty, I will tell you what you want to know, I'll give you whatever you want from me."

"that would be great."

Fatalia nodded, then stood up, and motioned Tan En to bring Viscount Sharp on the ground, "We can talk slowly on the road, but before that, I need to treat your wounds."

Chapter 70 Where Viscount Sharpe Goes

"what!"

Viscount Sharp exclaimed, and sat up from the bed. His already pale complexion was even paler now. Cold sweat had already wet his forehead, his pupils were trembling uncontrollably, and some kind of panic squirmed in his eyes.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, gently wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and lay back on the bed again.