Outside the Grey Mist Castle.

At this moment, everything was silent, the air seemed to be frozen, and countless mist mixed with negative energy continued to gather from all directions, pouring into the cavalry team composed of undead in front of him.

Their strength increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original ordinary skeletons were gradually covered with bone armor, and the rusted and damaged weapons once again emitted a cold light, and the gray-white aura continued to expand from the feet of the undead, connecting them into a whole.

"I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I need your help. I'm really sorry!" Lancelot looked at the familiar figures in front of him, and kept confessing to them.

The undead who had risen from their slumber didn't say anything, they just stood silently behind him once more, forming a full charge formation.

A strange force connected them completely, and the aura on the headless horseman Lancelot continued to boil until he completely transcended the mundane and stepped into the Sanctuary.

The torn armor cracks on the headless horseman Lancelot's body continued to heal, and as the mist continued to pour into the armor, complex and exquisite patterns gradually emerged, which looked very mysterious.

The skeleton war horse under him was huge again, becoming more and more powerful, and a spiral-shaped horn protruding from his forehead continued to flicker with a faint light. It was surrounded by a black mist, its scarlet eyes were constantly emitting a breathtaking light, and the ground burned with dark green flames between its hooves, like the legendary nightmare of hell.

Lancelot also changed greatly, and a dark green flame suddenly burst out from the originally empty head, and the miserable green flame gradually turned into the outline of a head, and a square-looking ghostfire head appeared on the Headless Horseman.

The next moment, Lancelot opened his ghostly eyes and looked at the Grey Mist Castle in the distance.

In the mist, hundreds of eyes burning with orange-red soul fire stared at the enemy in front of them, and the five Saikaro only felt a cold air rushing from their feet to the top of their heads, and their whole bodies began to chill.

"St. ... Sanctuary?"

Secaro felt the constant pressure in front of him, and he was really panicked. He flailed his wide wings as hard as he could, trying to get out of here again.

Danger, danger!

The instinct from the griffin kept reminding him, and Saicaro instinctively wanted to escape from the gray mist pine forest, but the invisible pressure was tightly bound to his body, and his body did not obey his own call at all, and kept convulsing and spasming.

"Charge !!"

With a muffled voice, the assembled undead cavalry attacked in an instant, as they had been hundreds of years ago, and they were invincible under the leadership of the Lancelot Knights. Whether you're facing outcasts, bandits, or trolls, the Cavister Cavalry is never afraid of battle.

Da! Da! Da!

The sound of the horse's hooves was uniform, and finally merged into one sound, and the entire gray mist forest vibrated with the sound of the horses' hooves.

The undead cavalry led by Lancelot rained down like a collapsing torrent, crushing everything in front of them.

The whole pine forest also seemed to welcome the return of the cavalry, and the ground under their feet began to rise and gradually turn into a flat downhill, making the cavalry charge a little faster.

In the blink of an eye, the undead cavalry had already passed through the five people, and they rushed directly in the direction of the Grey Mist Castle under the leadership of Lancelot, without looking at the guys they saw.

After their figures vanished, a huge puddle of flesh suddenly appeared on the ground. The five Saikaro didn't have any power to fight back at all, and they were directly trampled into a puddle of flesh by the undead cavalry, and the preparations they made earlier were already cold before they had time to perform.

After a long period of time, a head made of flesh puree that could be vaguely seen on the ground in the shape of a griffin slowly took shape, and soon crawled out of most of its body.

Saicaro looked at the few people around him who were killed in an instant, and looked at the direction where the Headless Horseman Lancelot disappeared with palpitations, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Damn, how is this possible? How could he suddenly advance to the Sanctuary at this time? This is not written in a movie, how can there be such a coincidence. ”

Saicaro didn't know that the Headless Horseman Lancelot had already been able to advance to the Sanctuary, but he didn't want to blaspheme his subordinates who had fallen into eternal sleep, so he had been stuck at the Calamity level and had not been promoted.

After all, they had died together in the forest, and the force of death had already united them. Lancelot was resurrected because of his vows, and became an undead spirit guarding Delissa.

But he didn't wake up his men who had died in battle, after all, they had already died for themselves once, and Lancelot really didn't want to arouse them again, turning into spitting undead creatures to continue fighting for himself.

The oath between them has come to an end with the Cavister Cavalry, and it's time for them to sleep in eternal peace.

It's just that after the dying Lancelot felt that Delissa was in danger, he couldn't care about his own insistence anymore and woke up his loyal subordinates, so after crushing these guys in front of him, he didn't even bother to check whether they were completely dead and went straight to the Grey Mist Castle.

Delissa needed him at the moment.

On the ground outside the Grey Mist Castle, most of Secaro's body had formed again, just as he was about to recover.

In the midst of a murmuring sound, countless Zela fire ants, which were far superior to their kind, suddenly appeared in front of him, pulling him into the pitch-black ground along with the flesh and blood on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, everything on the ground had completely disappeared, and even the scream that Saicaro let out just now was like an auditory hallucination, and soon he couldn't hear the slightest sound.

"No!!! Delisa ......"

In the distance, in the direction of the Grey Mist Castle. A terrible wail echoed throughout the Grey Mist Pine Forest.

Lancelot looked up at the little witch hanging in mid-air from a noose that seemed to be made of ordinary hemp rope outside the castle walls, and fell to her knees in despair.

His head flickered and shook like a candle about to be blown by the wind. Two lines of tear-like death continued to flow from his eyes.

Lancelot suddenly didn't know, desperately looking at the little witch who was hanging up in front of him without the slightest bit of life, constantly recalling the bits and pieces of these hundreds of years in his mind, and he could still hear Telisa's glutinous voice in his ears, as if she would return to him in the next second.

"Hey, no head is no head, it's so stupid. ”

"Lancelot, who has no head, come and play with Delissa!"

Caught in his memory, Lancelot did not see the void not far in front of him, and between the light and shadow, a figure exuded a clear light that was not like a real person.

He leisurely walked out of a mirror, and then walked up amid the vigilant movements of dozens of undead, quietly observing the undead in front of him.

Lancelot didn't react to this, as if he didn't see the mysterious person in front of him at all, or rather, Lancelot didn't pay attention even if he saw it.

Delissa is dead, his existence has no meaning, what does it matter if the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him is friend or foe?

"Do you want to resurrect her?"

Lancelot was struck by lightning, he jerked his head up at the mysterious figure in front of him, and asked in disbelief, "You, what did you say?"

The corners of the mysterious man's mouth slightly hooked into a smile, and he gently asked again with endless temptation in his demon-like tone, "Do you want to resurrect her?"