On the Necrogenic Mountain, where the black clouds gradually dissipated, Dregri II held the Sword of Victory and Oath to block the attack of the Black Knight Emperor and save Arthur, who was mortally wounded.

"Father. Arthur wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to his feet.

"Arthur, you go down the mountain first. I'll deal with it here. Dregri II flicked away the greatsword of demonic flame that was pressing against him. Then he turned around and grabbed Ossad, who was unconscious on the ground, and handed him into Arthur's arms.

The moment he hugged General Osad, Arthur, who was pulled to the wound, had a somewhat ugly face, but now he couldn't estimate it that much. Arthur did not hesitate, and directly hugged General Ossad and ran towards the bottom of the Necronomicon Mountain.

"Mortal King, you ought not have come here. The choice of fate is something you can't stop. The Black Warrior Emperor said majestically with his two-handed sword.

"The men of the Osapangun family do not believe in any fateful arrangement at all. No matter who you are, you can't decide Arthur's future fate. Dragri II let out a loud shout, and the sword of victory and oath slashed into the shoulder of the Black Knight Emperor.

"Bell"

The two two-handed greatswords collided again, and sparks flew everywhere.

Dregri II looked directly into the emotionless eyes of the Black Knight Emperor, and there was a hint of mockery in those eyes. Knowing that something was wrong, Dregri II hurriedly retreated, then turned his head and shouted to Arthur, who was running down the hill at great speed: "Arthur, danger, get out of the way." ”

It's just a pity that Dragri II's reminder was too late.

With a loud "boom", a black flame rose from the place where Arthur was standing, engulfing Arthur in an instant.

When Archbishop Terraria saw the new sun of faith hanging in the air like a second sun disappear into the Mount of Necromy, he knew that his worst fears had happened.

With a light sigh, Archbishop Terraria said to his attendants, "Stay. Then, like a bird, Archbishop Terraria flew to the Mount of the Necrons.

After witnessing Arthur being engulfed in a pillar of death, Dragri II calmed down, "What you want to do is for Arthur to die?"

"No, as a god who can control death in the future. If he can't survive this crisis, then he doesn't deserve it. The Black Warrior Emperor's words did not mean a trace of sarcasm, but simply stated a fact.

"The ancestors rejected you, why did you choose Arthur again? As his father, I don't see anything magical about Arthur. "Dragory II had always been curious that Arthur would be chosen. It's all so weird.

"Time will tell. With that, the Black Knight Emperor glanced at the Archbishop of Terraria who flew over, then turned and walked towards the top of the Necronomicon Mountain.

Dregri II did not stop the Black Knight Emperor from leaving, nor did the Archbishop of Terraria, who fell to the king's side. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then turned to look at the pillar of death that was gradually extinguishing.

When he saw Arthur with a puzzled face appear, Dregri II's hanging heart finally let go. "Your Majesty, about Necronomicon Mountain?" asked Archbishop Terraria. Your God has already decided on this. Dragri II said coldly.

Terraria's smile remained unchanged, "Your Majesty, the Lord is our common god. It needs to be devout. "Hmph," Dragri II snorted, and walked towards Arthur.

Archbishop Terraria, who was not the slightest displeased with Dregri II's reaction, looked at the mountain of the dead that had been restored, and his eyes were playful.

Picking up the unconscious Arthur, Dregri II looked at his son in his arms with cold eyes, mixed feelings. If you choose to kill Arthur now for the sake of the people of the mainland, then you will also lose a lovely son. And Arthur didn't know anything, he was not yet an adult at the age of twelve, and he had done something wrong, all this was just a choice of fate.

The Valley of the Kings Plague, which broke out briefly and ended quickly, came to an end under the full suppression of the Ovit Kingdom. In this battle, the kingdom lost several nobles, including the Marquis of Oheb, and the king's army suffered the heaviest losses in the army, and there was not one in ten. The other noble private soldiers suffered very few losses because they did not fight on the main battlefield.

As the burial place of the kings of the Kingdom of Ovit, the Valley of the Kings was so badly damaged by the scourge of the dead that it is no longer suitable as a tomb for kings. Therefore, on the orders of Dragri, the royal family decided to move the bones of the kings of the Ovit Kingdom to a new mausoleum.

The Valley of the Kings incident, the Ovit Kingdom did not deliberately block the news. All continental countries, city-states, and federations, including the Eloda Empire, have known about it and sent representatives to offer their condolences.

Ovit Palace, Arthur's bedchamber.

Archbishop Terraria and Dragri II stood side by side in front of Arthur's bed, looking at Arthur in his sleep, Delgris II's eyes were complicated, while Archbishop Terraria was happy, although he disguised it very well.

"Your Majesty, I have already checked His Highness the Son's health, and it is fine. The effect of believing in the new yang is extremely significant, and the body of His Royal Highness the Holy Son is very suitable for the belief in the new yang, so in a few days, His Royal Highness the Holy Son can recover as before. At that time, please also ask Your Majesty to let His Highness the Holy Son go to the Holy Mountain. Archbishop Terraria said respectfully.

"No matter what problems Arthur's body has, I can solve it in the Ovit Kingdom, since it is said that it is said that Arthur will go to the Holy Mountain after he becomes an adult, then it is better to wait until Arthur is fifteen years old before going to the coming-of-age ceremony. Dregri II said without question.

"Your Majesty, it is more beneficial for him to go down to the Holy Mountain. I hope Your Majesty will think about it more. Archbishop Terraria advised.

"Okay, don't say it. Terraria, return to the Holy Mountain today. Greetings to His Majesty Pedogloos on my behalf. "Dergerie II ordered direct expulsion.

Seeing Dregri II's unkind face, Terraria stopped talking. It seems that Arthur's wish to go to the Holy Mountain early is not fulfilled.

In the Valley of the Kings, the Earl of Palmers stood on a high platform and watched the workers who were constantly busy. On the third day after the events in Valley of the Kings, the Council of Nobles passed the decision to raze Necronomicon Mountain to the ground. Then, under the command of Count Palmers, the kingdom mobilized 3,000 workers and 100 black- and gray-robed mages to raze the Necrogenomic Mountain. As for whether the vanished Black Warrior Emperor in the Necronomic Mountain will appear, Dregri II has given a clear answer. So, the Earl of Palmers reassures his men to work.

In Heinsburg, Duke Terry, the eagle of the kingdom, was reading the newspaper carefully, and Princess Rose Mary of Southern Xinjiang was standing aside.

"Mary, have you read the newspaper?" asked Duke Terry, putting down the newspaper. "The father has never seen it, and the daughter does not dare to see it first. Mary said respectfully. "Then take a look. Duke Terry handed the newspaper to Mary. Mary, who took the newspaper, read it carefully. After a moment, Mary looked at her father in disbelief, "Father, is what the newspaper says true?"

Duke Terry said, "It should be right. Palmers won't lie to me about this. ”

"In that case, as long as we reveal the true identity of Prince Arthur, it will definitely be a huge blow to the royal family. Mary advised.

"What's in it for us? It will only be the Holy See who will be happy. Duke Terry glanced at Mary, "There are some things that can't be rushed. Since, we know this information, then others will know it too. Then there will always be people who can't help but make a move, and wouldn't it be better for us to make a move then?"

"Yes, father, it's my daughter who is too anxious. Mary said with trepidation.

"Mary, you're twenty years old, aren't you? It's time to get married. Duke Terry changed the subject and asked about Mary's marriage, "Do you have a crush?"

"Father, my daughter has not thought about getting married for the time being. I still need to help in the family's affairs. ”

"Getting married is a lifelong event. On the family side, your father and I are not yet old, and you don't need to give up your happiness. What do you think of Gawain, the Rose Knight?"

Hearing Duke Terry's words, Mary understood that her father still used herself as a political bargaining chip, and asked herself if she just didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble because of the person she liked before she got married. The father who had already had an idea would not really listen to his own ideas, but fortunately, the marriage goal that his father chose for him was not bad.

"If I don't want to, I'll tell Palmers that the Rosenkavalier of his house is not blessed to marry the beautiful roses of our southern frontier. Duke Terry said with a look of regret.

"No, no, no, I do, Father. It's just a little shy, embarrassed to say it directly," Mary said hurriedly.

"Looks like that kid Gawain made a good impression on you the last time you came here. Duke Terry laughed.

"Father, don't make fun of your daughter anymore. ”

"Good, good, good. Duke Terry smiled, "Tomorrow I will send someone to the royal capital to let Palmers know the good news." ”

"It's all up to my father. ”

In the small mountain village southwest of Heinsburg, Lohr returns home in the setting sun. His mother had already prepared the meal, while his father sat under the tree in front of the house, a little lonely.

After handing over the prey to his mother, Lore sat down beside his father. "Father, today I found the trail of the Windswept Clawed Dragon. The father, who was smoking a dry tobacco, paused with his hand, then picked up the dry tobacco and smoked it again.

Half a year has passed since my father cut off his arm by the wind blade of the Wind Sweeping Claw Dragon in order to help him, and in this half year, my father has put down half of his life of hunting, sitting in front of the house every day with nothing to do and smoking dry tobacco, watching himself go up the mountain and watching him go home. Every time Lore saw his father's lonely figure, he was also very uncomfortable. But Lore didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to tell his father what he saw and heard in the mountains every day, so that he would not be lonely.

"You want to hunt that Windswept Clawed Dragon?"

"Yes. I can now. Lore didn't let go of his father's loss of an arm for him, and now the only thing he could do was to make his father understand that the child who needed his protection back then had grown up.

"Okay, if you like it, just do it. Be careful, though, after all, the Wind Sweeping Claw Dragon is a magical beast, not an ordinary beast. Hearing his father's words, Lore snorted. Father and son fell silent, knowing that Lore's mother had come out to call them for dinner.