Seeing Swain's expression, Manfred felt a little uneasy in his heart, but the spear had already been shot, and he wouldn't think much about it at this time. A person like him who has gone through an era will not be restrained even if he is cautious.

The blood spear was projected straight towards Sven, and Sven, who fell in mid-air, really couldn't dodge, he barely held his hand in front of him, and used the cane in his hand to block it, but Manfred's blow didn't leave any hands, it was his perfect level, and it was not so easy to block.

The spear quickly broke through Swain's defenses, but slowed slightly, and after knocking away Sven's hastily blocked cane, the spear stabbed him in the abdomen, nailing the embarrassed Sven to the rubble ground.

Sven coughed up another mouthful of blood, and now he looked really embarrassed, not at all as relaxed and laid-back as when he fought against Young. Although Manfred's strength is indeed not comparable to Young's, Swain was beaten so badly that Manfred felt a little strange.

"What's the matter, Jericho, is that all you have to do? Stand up, don't be like a bird without wings, I'm going to kill you properly, not do something as simple as throwing a sick chicken into the water to boil!"

Manfred swooped down, the ball of his foot directly on the tail of the spear, pressing the spear that pierced Swain's body deeper, until the whole body of the spear passed through Sven's body, and Manfred's foot on the tail of the spear touched Sven's body.

"Sick chicken?" Sven coughed, "Perhaps, I'm a sick chicken." ”

Manfred was stunned, he had been in contact with Swain several times, and although he didn't dare to say that he knew Swain very well, one thing Manfred was sure of was that Swain would never say such a thing.

"You're not Jericho. Manfred grimaced and kicked the spear away. Reaching out and grabbing "Sven" by the neck, "So far, you've actually looked like him, but Jericho would never say this." A person like him will never bow to his opponent, and the arrogance engraved in his bones, you can't imitate. ”

"Swain" smiled, although it was such a face, but Manfred was even more sure that this person was not Swain, because this kind of smile could not be on that person's face at all.

Camouflage, or simulacrum? No, Jericho's manipulation of magic is not enough to hide my perception. So what's going on, in my magical perception, this guy is indeed Sven Noe Jericho, and there's nothing wrong with that, but now I'm sure this guy isn't him. So who is he, and where did Jericho go?

Manfred's palm increased in force, and "Sven" was pinched by him, and his whole face turned purple. However, although "Swain" was choked by Manfred and almost suffocated, the smile on his face grew brighter and brighter, as if he was laughing at Manfred.

"I see. Manfred let go of his hand slightly, allowing Swain to catch his breath and then immediately tightened his neck, ensuring that he would not die, and keeping the man firmly in the palm of his hand, "Jericho took advantage of the puff of smoke and dust just now, and let you replace him, while he himself went to sneak up on something else." If I'm not mistaken, his purpose should be my magic array, the hub for controlling the magic array. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the place where he had just been levitated. "Am I right, Jericho?"

The black wings stretched out, supporting Sven in mid-air, and he stayed where Manfred had been, taking over the magic circle.

"It's such a delicate thing. "Countless magic words and runes extend from the hub of the magic array and merge into the magic array, this huge magic array covering the entire imperial capital is controlled by these small things, "If you want to manipulate this thing well, you must spend a lot of energy, and the slightest mistake will lead to errors in your own instructions." That's why you're so relieved, aren't you afraid that I'll steal the core of this hub at all?"

"Well, if it's so easy to fall for you, what's the difference between me and a fool like Michel VII. Manfred picked up the fake Swain and looked at Swain with a provocative gaze, "Don't waste your efforts, although your magic power is very strong, but with your magic level, if you want to control this magic array, you are still far away!"

Sven lifted his eyes and glanced at Manfred. "Aren't you worried that I'll just destroy this magic array?"

"Hah!" Manfred laughed disdainfully, "you can try and see if you can do it." ”

Sven stretched out his hand towards those magic runes, and the dark green ** force close to pitch black was output from his palm and merged into the runes. Jericho's magic is extremely corrosive, and as soon as he touches the runes, the red magic words are immediately impregnated by Jericho's magic and gradually turn dark green. However, this magic array is too huge, although its hub core is small, but this hub core is like a human heart, injecting magic power into the magic array continuously, and not long after Sven's magic power entered the rune, it was operated to other parts, and the color of the hub core faded again.

"You're really persistent. Manfred sneered and picked up the fake Swain in his hand, "Who the hell is this guy, if you don't answer, he's going to die." ”

"Since I asked him to be my fake body, naturally I don't care about his life or death. Sven was still trying to manipulate the pile of runes and scripts, and he didn't mean to answer Manfred's question directly.

Hearing Swain's cold and ruthless answer, Manfred couldn't help frowning, he looked at the dying fake Swain in his hand, on this Swain's face, he didn't see any anger or sadness, as if this double had already realized Swain's betrayal and callousness.

"Who the hell are you?" Manfred pressed his hand and began to ask the man.

Fake Swain didn't answer, although he was almost suffocated by Manfred, he still looked at Manfred coldly, and that kind of cold and arrogant gaze suddenly evoked Manfred's memories. His life was too long, so something that would have been a long time ago to Manfred was just yesterday's dream. Seeing Fake Swain's eyes, he immediately thought that he had seen such a gaze forty years ago.

"I see, you are the young swordsman back then. Manfred remembered where he had seen such a gaze, "That's right, you're Deniz...... Hmph, the last time I saw you, you were obviously too old to look good, why, now you are pretending to be young?"

As he spoke, he threw off Baron Deniz, who was pretending to be Swain, jumped to his feet, and rushed towards Swain in the air.

"How the hell did you make him like this? Manfred's hand grabbed Swain, and this time Swain didn't dodge, letting Manfred's hand run through his chest - it wouldn't hurt him anyway.

"I don't think I need to answer you. Swain grabbed Manfred's hand through his chest and said coldly, "You can't kill me, Manfred, what can you do with me?"

"Heh, I can't kill you?" Manfred raised the corner of his eye and smiled weirdly, "Then let you see what I can do with you." ”

He jerked his hand back, sending a splash of blood out of Swain's chest, then pushed Sven away and regained control of the hub's core.

"If you want to control this thing, you have to put all your attention on it, so you can't even fight back. Manfred grinned and looked at Swain who flapped his wings and stepped aside, "But I'm different, I'm not worried at all about whether it will take me too much energy to manipulate it, because ......"

Under the infusion of Manfred's magic power, the magic characters that had just been dyed dark green immediately turned into a bewitching scarlet color again, sending a large amount of magic power to all corners of the magic array.

As Manfred's magic poured into every part of the magic circle, the sound of silence began to hover over the imperial capital. The intermittent coughing of the elderly, the shouting and scolding of the man's heavy breathing, the trivial whispering of the woman, the annoying crying of the child, all the sounds can be heard everywhere on weekdays. However, the voices that appeared now were a little different from the usual, they were so soft that one could not distinguish the words inside, as if they were whispering from ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, an earth-shattering loud bang resounded throughout the imperial capital, and even Katarina, who was far away in Karin Castle, heard this heart-rending roar from Deweide. After this roar, all the voices changed, whether it was the old man or the child, whether it was a man or a woman, they were crying and screaming, these frightening voices gradually blurred, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the old man or the child, the man or the woman, these voices were mixed together, and became a terrifying composite sound, like a distorted undead, constantly wailing in the sky, the entire imperial capital was shrouded in these sounds, and everyone who heard this voice couldn't help but feel palpitations and fear.

"Do you hear me? This is our voice, the last wail of our Franconians!" Manfred raised his hands, an angry expression on his face, and then a strange smile, "This magic circle can only be manipulated by me, because only I have the souls of so many compatriots living with me!"

Faint, ghostly shadows were constantly peeling away from Manfred's body, and as soon as they left Manfred's body, they struck the ground. They were searching, searching for a body to hold their pathetic souls, the undead of the Franconians, who had been trapped in Manfred's body for an epoch, who had long since forgotten who they were, and who were left with nothing but the hatred of forgetting the cause and the object.

Swain looked at the ground, and the scarlet hordes of the undead merged into an even more intense river, rushing down the streets of Deweide, devouring all bodies, whether alive or long dead.

"I see. Swain was flying in the air, but he was not afraid of being attacked by these undead for a while, and he even had the leisure to fly down and save Baron Deniz who had fallen to the ground, "This is what you are looking at." Manfred Alcator von Nosferatu turned himself into a vampire and gained immortality and power, but because you devoured the blood of all the Franconians into your body, and the souls of those people haunted you all the time, you could not bear the wail, so you forged the unholy sword, and did not dare to keep it for yourself. ”

"Hmph, so what?" Manfred looked at Swain with disdain, "Do you still think you won't be killed by me?" when you're caught by my brethren and dragged into that river, no matter how strong Jericho's magic is, even if you take Beatrice's gaze out again, you'll join us, forever." ”

"Join you?" Swain placed Baron Deniz on the roof of the nearby building, high enough that the undead would not be able to reach it for at least a while.

"It makes me sick just thinking about it. ”

Manfred's face sank, he was not surprised by Swain's answer, but he hated Swain's attitude.

"Well, then, I'm going to have to disgust you!"