"Dark Knight!" the young girl Olena looked at a knight in the sky with a black dead air, riding a skeletal horse burning with Stygian flames and falling step by step from the sky filled with necromantic gray mist.

"Father!" the girl quickly recognized the Dark Knight's familiar armor, as well as the spear in his hand and the sword hanging from his waist, and exclaimed.

"Daddy!" the girl's cries alarmed his brother Balk, who was hiding in the carriage and trembling under the lich's pressure, and the little boy emerged from the carriage, recognizing the armor and weapons worn by the Dark Knight at a glance, which belonged to his father.

"Quack, little girl, it turns out that you have a younger brother, it's so good, it's so touching to be reunited as a family. The lich smiled even more when he saw the little boy appear, "Unfortunately, I'm not human anymore. ”

"Daddy?" the little boy looked at the dark knight riding a skeleton steed in front of him with some confusion and fear, he felt that this knight gave him a feeling as familiar as his father, but more than that, strange.

The dark knight's cold temperament with countless negative emotions such as death, despair, resentment, and pain would never be found in his own father.

Therefore, the little boy slowly shook his head and vetoed the identity of the person in front of him: "No, no, you are not my father. ”

Hearing the words of the little boy, the Dark Knight, who was riding a bone war horse, his body did not shake in the slightest, and under his mask, the blazing blue soul fire trembled slightly for a moment, representing his fluctuating emotions, and he still had wisdom.

"Quack, little one, what a heartlessness, it makes my knight so sad to say such a thing. When the lich heard the little boy's words, the soul fire that enveloped his head trembled violently, and he was excited, for the scene before him was so interesting.

"He is your father, and your esteemed lord, whether it is soul, body, weapons, or armor, it is the same, but with a slight change. ”

"What happened to my father?" Orina asked the lich with a calm look in her eyes, and at some point, she had cast the two-ring spell of the Mechanical Mind on herself.

"Didn't you see it? He's now a dark knight with eternal life. However, your father is stronger than the average Dark Knight, and he is special. Do you want to know what makes him special? Why is he so special?"

"......" so the people were silent, but an atmosphere of extreme despair enveloped this fleeing team. The lords with gold-level strength have now become a high-level undead, and there is no need to say what will happen to them.

"Because he was personally refined by me, a mere gold-level human knight dared to swing his sword at the great legendary lich Lord Barbossa, such courage made Lord Barbossa amazed.

So, to reward this knight for his bravery, Lord Barbossa ordered me to train him alive as a dark knight.

Quack, to be honest, it was an interesting experience, as it was the first time I had directly refined the Dark Knight with a living person.

Your father was indeed a worthy knight, and even though his body was completely withered in the fire of the dead, he did not let out a scream or beg me for mercy. But the pain and wailing from the soul, he couldn't help it, quack, it was so funny. ”

"Father!" Two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably from Olena's eyes, who were in an absolutely sane state, but her eyes were still indifferent, without the slightest superfluous emotion, like a machine.

"Daddy!" Balk wept bitterly as he looked at the Dark Knight with a thick black dead aura on his body.

"Ah, what a sad picture. The lich, whose body was engraved with runes on every bone, stretched out his white bone arm and touched the smooth white bone jaw, looking very distressed.

"However, there is a bit of disharmony, it is unfair that the father has attained eternal life, but his daughter and the youngest son are still short-lived and short-lived. ”

The lich turned his head sideways, looked at the Dark Knight he had forged with his own hands, and gave an order that seemed merciful to him:

"As a good father, you can't just take care of yourself. My knight, since you have attained eternal life, go and grant your children eternal life!"

The soul fire in the head of the former Lord Ansel, now the Dark Knight, trembled violently, but in the end, he still fell to the ground on a skeletal warhorse, blocking the city gate.

"Lord Earl!" the silver-level knight with a broken arm looked at the lifeless dark knight in front of him, and he clenched the spear in his hand as he was mentally and physically exhausted.

Although the Count, who has become a dark knight, has brought him more pressure than when he was alive, he has no intention of putting down his weapon and surrendering......

"Sure enough, the memories I erased weren't thorough enough. Looking at the Dark Knight who pierced the one-armed knight's chest with a single shot below and provoked it, the lich standing in mid-air shook his head dissatisfiedly, "Obviously he has left a mark on his soul core, and he is still resisting my orders." ”

"But it doesn't matter, as long as he kills his own pair of children with his own hands, it should be able to eliminate his obsession, and I will be able to completely control him in the future.

This knight still has a lot of potential, and if he has been cultivating well for more than a hundred years, he has the opportunity to become my third soul-level undead subordinate. ”

"Ahh......h The terrible screams continued to sound, and the girl Olena looked at the dead dark knight, holding a spear, and rushed into the ranks, like a tiger into a flock, slaughtering them.

The spear that was supposed to be surrounded by fiery flames was now haunted by the flames of the forest, and the attributes of this spear were completely changed, and it became a soldier of the dead.

Every time it was swung, more than a dozen people died, and the Cecil Lord, who was originally a gold-level lord, was even more unstoppable after being tempered into a dark knight by the lich.

The civilians, adventurers, and guards in the fleeing ranks screamed, wailed, and roared...... Then, in despair, death came, and nearly eighty percent of the mid-level undead born in Cecil were summoned to this area by the lich, surrounding them, and they had no way to jump.

"Step!" "Step!" ...... More than 100 people were slaughtered, including the Dark Knight, who had been under his command, carrying blood-stained spears and riding bone horses to the dragon cart surrounded in the center of the convoy.

"Do you want to kill me?" Olena jumped down from the dragon cart and stood in front of Lord Cecil, who had been reduced to a lich puppet, and looked up at the visor that shone with a faint blue light, "Father!"