A Headless Horsemann notices Carlo.

The purgatory aura that permeated him made it shine like a morning star in the eyes of the Headless Horseman.

"Defector from Hell...", the blue fire that danced in its hard bone helmet sent out soul fluctuations, apparently because of the Infernal Flame, which made Carlo a part of Hell.

But Carlo clearly looked like a demon, and the headless horseman, who was not very intelligent, had the idea of going forward to find out.

Unaware that he was being targeted by the Headless Horsemann, who was close to the level of the Commander, Carlo had gradually moved to the edge of the battlefield, intending to find an opportunity to get out of the battle and prepare to descend.

Suddenly, a headless horseman with a monstrous horse appeared in front of him.

Less than ten meters away from him, blue flames splattered from under the bony horse's hooves, and Carlo's pupils contracted, as if he understood something.

That is the breath of the Infernal Flames.

A great sense of crisis erupted in Carlo's heart, and he almost did not hesitate to turn around and run.

The Headless Horsemann approached quickly.

"Do you want to go to war again?" the Abyssal Lord's roar echoed through the sky, but the Headless Horseman seemed unaware.

It had to catch that little bug and study it.

The Headless Horseman was so fast that he almost traveled through the void, and Carlo was about to be caught up in no time.

"Open your soul .." A loud roar stirred through Carlo's mind, swaying his soul and making him dizzy.

Just as the Headless Horseman was about to grab Carlo, Carlo's figure suddenly disappeared, and he burrowed into an open spatial rift.

Carlo gasped and entered the plane, wiping the blood from his nose with his hands, his soul trembling violently, and there was still a buzzing tinnitus in his ears.

Carlo didn't care about his injuries at all, instead stared at the spatial rift and shouted frantically in his heart.

Come in! Be sure to follow up..

Finally, a horse's hoof with a faint blue flame appeared in Carlo's eyes.

Carlo had an ecstatic grin on his face.

Let's make out with this friend from hell.

"Do you want to choose the Random Plane Arrival?"

"Yes. ”

When the Headless Horsemann fully stepped into the plane, Carlo's figure disappeared into the void just before it.

What about the little bug? The Headless Horseman's soul fire trembled, apparently still unaware of how Carlo's aura had completely vanished.

"Damn it, who broke into the plane chosen by Lord Beret?"

An angry roar was heard in the distance.

The Headless Horseman was silent for a moment, then galloped his horse over.

"Hell, Headless Horseman.. How could the mongrels of hell end up here!"

...

In the solemn palace, the magicians in black robes are in a hurry.

When I walked to the gate of the conference hall, I was greeted by a waiter.

"Your Excellency Pittman, Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The magician replied in a low voice, and followed the attendant into the chamber, where a tall, honorable figure stood with his back to him, heard the voice, and turned back.

"Pittman, you're finally here. ”

The king's brow was filled with sorrow, as if he was troubled by something.

"I need your help. ”

The magician removed the hood from his head, revealing an old face that was crisscrossed by ravines.

"Your Majesty, is it because of the new tower?"

"Yes. The king sighed heavily, "Now the people of the whole country think that their king is crazy, and you must help me, I can only trust you." ”

Half a month ago, the king of Wales, Wodigan, in a dream inspired the gods to guide him to build a tower, and the day when the tower was completed would be the time when he would free himself from the shackles of Rome and rule the whole continent of Europe, and spread the glory of Great Britain all over the endless land.

The dream lasted for seven days, and the king had to believe it, so he gathered his people to build the tower of the dream.

But no matter how hard the soldiers and craftsmen worked during the day, after a night, the tower would always be reduced to ruins.

Now that the tower has been abandoned for three days, rumors are circulating throughout the country that the king has provoked demons and led to punishment.

The king had no choice but to recruit his henchman Pittman, a great magician and astrologer.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Nope. Pittman surprisingly affirmed, "On the contrary, I have received the same myth as you, Your Majesty." ”

"Really?" "Really," the king's eyes flashed with surprise, "if the myth is true, why did the tower fall in the night, and what was it that defied God's will?"

Pitman said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there is light and darkness in this world. The Tower of God collapsed because it was cursed by demons. There's only one way to break the curse.."

"What way?" asked the king, impatiently.

"Demonic blood. Pittman's tone was resolute, "As long as the blood of demons is added to the lime from which the tower was built, the tower will never collapse." ”

"Demon blood," the light in the king's eyes dimmed, "this legendary existence is invincible, and where should I go to find its blood?"

"Your country has it. "God told me that there was a seven-year-old boy who had the blood of sin in his veins, and that killing him would leave him unhindered. ”

"Who is he?"

Pittman replied word for word: "His name is. . . Merlin Ambrosius"

The next day, a seven-year-old child was brought before the king. He had curly flaxen hair, fair skin, and an unusually wise eye.

"Who is your father?" rebuked the king with a stern expression.

"A merchant, a destitute merchant who died of illness on his bed. Little Merlin looked up at the majestic king of a country, but his expression was unexpectedly calm, and these qualities appeared in a seven-year-old child, which showed that he was extraordinary.

"You're lying. Pitman interjected, "Your father is a demon, an evil monster, and it took your poor mother to give birth to your damned seed." ”

Merlin looked at Pittman, his eyebrows full of undisguised mockery: "I can swear by my soul that my father is definitely not a demon. ”

"It doesn't matter. The king clearly did not want to waste his time arguing about a futile argument, especially for a child as young as seven years old.

He can't wait to build the tower, stop the rumors in the country, and realize the glorious future of his dreams.

The king drew his sword, the sharp edge of which pressed against the boy's tender neck.

"I can assure you. There was no panic in Little Merlin's eyes, but he was terribly calm, "Even if my blood is mixed with it, Your Majesty's Tower will never stand within the borders of Wales." ”

The king hesitated.

Xiao Merlin then spoke, with a demagogic tone: "I know the reason for the collapse of the tower, if Your Majesty doesn't mind, can you listen to me finish speaking." ”

"Kill him, Your Majesty. Pittman urged, "He's the son of the devil." ”

The king gripped the hilt of his sword for a moment, and finally put it down.

"Hear him out, Pittman. After all, he was just a child. ”

Merlin had a sly smile on his face, as if everything had been expected by him.

"The reason why Your Majesty's tower will collapse is not some ridiculous curse.." Merlin glanced at Pittman, with a piercing sneer, and continued, "It's because you chose the place where the tower was built on top of a piece of groundwater, and if you can drain the water underneath, not only can the tower be completed smoothly, but you can also see two sleeping dragons." ”

Merlin looked into the king's eyes and said with great seriousness, "These two dragons. One for Wales and the other for Rome.."