If the people of Deweide looked up at the sky at this time, they would surely see a scene that they will never forget: countless ghostly red shadows, circling in the sky around magnificent and strange rune maps, and miserable howls lingering in the sky.

"How many souls are there?" Swain looked at the wailing spirits in the sky, as if to say to himself, as if to ask Manfred, "all the information about the Franconians has been lost to history, and no one knows how many people they really have. So, how many of your own people have you killed, Manfred?"

"Kill?" Manfred turned his face, his face was quite stiff, although he still seemed to smile, but so many souls leaving his body did have a great impact on him, "No, I have never hurt my people, what I give them is eternal life! Only with this power can we Franconians defeat you Cyrules and restore the glory of our empire!"

The undead torrent on the ground set off a wave and crashed against the wall of the building where Swain stood. This scene is very peculiar, it is clear that this so-called river is made up of the spirits of the undead who have regained their bodies, but just like the real river, it not only has undulating waves, but sometimes it also sets off waves.

"Blood. Swain looked at the receding waves, and with his eyesight, he could see the red blood hidden in the gaps between the undead, "Is this river made of Franconians, or is it made of blood?"

"You're asking too much. Manfred shook his head and did not continue to answer Swain's question, "If you really want to know, you can go in and take a closer look to see if there is blood in the river, or if it is my countrymen." ”

"I'm not interested in that. ”

The battle between the crows and the blood bats in the sky is nearing the end, and the two sides are evenly matched, and neither can help the other. This is the norm of the battle between the archmages, with a lot of mana, and can use the magic of the body to avoid fatal injuries, the archmages are difficult to kill each other, so the only casualties in their battles are to make each other fight between demons.

"Even if you're not interested...... Manfred left the hub core of the magic circle and slowly floated towards Sven, "It's not up to you to decide, Jericho, you must join us, you should have joined us before an epoch." Don't forget, you have also committed unforgivable sins against us Franconians, and I have told them to pay for the enemies who have hurt us, including Philip, O'Brien, and Gion, and now, it's your turn. ”

Manfred reached out and grabbed Swain, but his movements were too slow for Sven to dodge.

"So, did you capture the Philip family and the O'Brien family not only to resurrect those former heroes, but also to take revenge?" Swain was keenly aware of the information in Manfred's words, and it seemed that he had chosen his targets with a very special purpose, "but did you really take revenge on the Gions?" Don't forget, you just killed Beria and his illegitimate children, such a loss is nothing to the Gyan family, and even Alexander has to thank you for helping them kill Beria!"

"After today, I will also lower the punishment for the remaining Gion, and you don't need to worry about that. Although Manfred caught the air, he didn't give up, adjusted his direction, and raised his hand to grab Swain, "Now, you should join us obediently, this is a fate you can't escape." ”

"My fate?" Swain paused, as if the word had spurred him, "Who prescribes? Who prescribes, what kind of fate I will have in the future?"

"Everyone has his destiny. Because Swain didn't dodge, Manfred easily caught him this time, "No one can escape." ”

"That's how you think so, that's why you're going crazy, you're going to become such a monster, mad earl!" Swain grabbed Manfred with his backhand, and his wrist slammed into it, suddenly unloading Manfred's hand, "Fate is such a ridiculous thing, do you really believe it? If you really believe in fate, then you would have died a long time ago, an era ago, because no one's fate can last an era!"

One of Swain's arms was removed, and Manfred didn't feel any pain, he took a step back, and blood floated on the broken leg of his arm, which immediately congealed into a new arm.

"No, I just believe in fate and am here today. Manfred raised his hand and pointed at Swain, "Don't try to stall any longer, you'll be here today, blending into our river!"

The building where Swain was standing was surrounded by scarlet rivers, and the "rivers" were still rising, and the bloodied, horrified-looking undead were slowly crawling towards Swain, as if they were going to devour him.

Baron Deniz, who was lying on the side, was already dying, although he still maintained Swain's face, but he was not Sven after all, he did not have Sven's Jericho magic, and he did not have the ability to turn his body into magic, and the moment he was pierced by Manfred just now was enough for him to die several times.

Swain glanced at Baron Deniz, although he had told Manfred that he didn't care about the life and death of his men, but until now, he had not given up on Baron Deniz. Sven flicked his fingers, and the unconscious Baron Deniz suddenly disappeared.

"Teleportation again?" Manfred glanced at where Baron Deniz was lying just now, but didn't care about this person, "You did the same last time, but it seems that he didn't act in your favor later?"

Swain didn't answer Manfred's question, he stepped forward and raised his fist.

Manfred's stiff face also showed a sinister smile, and he agreed to raise his fists, and the two fists brushed past each other before slamming into each other's faces. Neither Swain nor Manfred's faces were made of reinforced concrete, and when they were hit like this, their faces were almost distorted, a large piece of skin was scraped off, and their whole faces were drenched in blood, which looked very scary.

However, the two men did not stop like this, and soon their free hand was raised and struck at the intact half of the other's face.

It was almost the same story, and then the same ending, and the faces on both sides were bloody, although Manfred was a vampire and Swain had Jericho's magic, and they were not afraid of such flesh wounds, but for two magicians with the magic power of the Grand Magister, such a battle was too barbaric and too rude.

As if having made up their minds, Swin and Manfred both adopted this style of play. After all, for them, even if they use powerful magic, they can't inflict fatal injuries on each other, so maybe a rude fist smash will be more direct. It's a little less effortless.

The two of them almost went back and forth, their fists fell on each other's bodies fiercely, Manfred broke Swain's neck, and Sven pierced Manfred's heart, and the two of them were not in a hurry to recover from their physical injuries, allowing the other party to beat themselves all over their bodies, and at the same time beat each other all over their bodies.

Eventually, both men lifted their feet and kicked each other in the abdomen, sending both of them back some distance with such force that Manfred fell straight into the scarlet river, while Swain was just one step away from being caught by the undead.

"Still unwilling to admit defeat?" Manfred, with the support of the undead, slowly straightened up his tall body, although he had a height advantage, but in the brutal fight just now, he did not gain an advantage, "You have no way to escape now, look at it, even if you fly into the sky, my compatriots who have not obtained a body will be waiting for you in the air." Moreover, even if you use teleportation to leave, it is meaningless, De Wei has already been blocked by this magic array, including Deniz, who you teleported away just now, can't leave this cage, so no matter how you escape, it will be useless. ”

Swain swung his arm, and with a spell of Jericho's magic, drove back the undead who tried to capture him. He stood up slowly, his head had to be hung to one side because his neck had been broken by Manfred, and it looked weird, and it was inconvenient for Swain himself to remain in such a state.

Pulling at the twisted neck, perhaps because he hadn't been beaten like this, Sven fiddled with it for a long time, and didn't turn his head right. In the end, probably even Swain himself was a little impatient, and simply twisted his neck fiercely, and the neck bone made a chilling sound, and then his head was straightened.

"Do you really think so?" Swain turned his neck, as if adjusting the position of his bones, "Maybe you're the one who has no way out, Manfred." ”

"There's no way for me to escape?" Manfred sneered, staring at Swain with wide eyes, "Are you serious? Not kidding? Do you still think Jericho's ancestors will still bless you?"

"Jericho's ancestor?" Swain shook his head, "I forgot their names. ”

As soon as Manfred was about to say something, his face suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something.

"Have you finally noticed? Maybe there's one thing you've forgotten too, Manfred, how many Jericho's names do you remember after you've lived for an epoch?"

Manfred's face became gloomy, and when Swain said this, he suddenly realized that except for Swin and Ernest, who was still alive, and Winston, who had just passed away not long ago, he couldn't even remember the name of a Jericho, including Jerichault, who had watched him fall to the point where he is now, he didn't remember the names of those people, and he didn't even have a little impression.

"People are always good at forgetting, and once something is completely forgotten, it doesn't exist. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Manfred let out a low growl, as if utterly enraged, "how could it not exist! As long as it has existed, no one can erase this fact, no!"

Swain stared at Manfred calmly, without any expression on his face.

"Why are you so excited, do you think of what happened to the Franconians?"

"Ahh

"Nope. Swain shook his head expressionlessly, "It's the river that's going to disappear." ”

"Disappear?ha, hahaha, haha......" Manfred laughed, he laughed a little nervously, as if his inner anxiety had given him too much pressure, Manfred couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you do it? If you could, then you could have done it a long time ago, come on, erase the existence of this river, erase my existence, try it, Jay-Ri-Ke!"

Manfred roared, and even he didn't know why he was so excited, driven by the hidden memories of his body, he stirred up a torrent from the scarlet water, turned into a spear made of undead and blood, and hurled it at Sven.

But Swain silently raised his hand and pointed at Manfred.

"Disappear, Manfred, the Franconians don't exist anymore. ”