Because Sven's right leg was not yet able to move, he had no way to dodge, and subconsciously chose to reach out to block the sword's slash. When he stretched out his hand, in order to ensure a sword attack under his crotch, he directly covered his arm with magic power, causing his arm to change into a hard claw.

The cane that Swain was holding in his hand also fell to the ground, rolled for a while, and landed at Yang's feet.

This big sword with an unclean aura was not as heavy as Swin imagined, and the force of the slash was not strong, so Sven easily blocked the slash. However, it was clear that Yang summoned this sword not because of how sharp it was - no matter how sharp the sword was, it would only cut Swain in two, and if the sword wielder was wrong, this level would not have hurt Sven.

As soon as his hand touched the sword, Sven understood why Yang was trying to empty all his magic power and get the sword in front of him.

The cries, the most poignant cries, were like the most heart-rending wails of the tormented from the depths of hell, and the palpitating cries continued to drill into Swain's head. The cries of men being slashed by swords, the cries of women being shot by arrows, the cries of children being stabbed by guns, and the cries of old men being burned to death, these sounds not only really disturbed Swain's mind, but also turned into a real effect, pounced on Swain's body.

A faint, vague gray mist lingered around the sword and Sven, who stood still and could only let the mist envelop his body as he was held down by the unholy sword. Fortunately, now Yang has no strength to continue attacking Swain because his magic power is exhausted, otherwise Sven, who is controlled like this, is completely at the mercy of the enemy.

Using the last of his magic power, Yang who summoned the Unholy Sword sat down on the ground, and his whole body was devoid of strength. Even if they are all magicians, even if they are practicing the same magic path, there will be small differences between each person because of their different talents. Sven has a huge amount of magic power, but he is very weak in magic perception, while Yang has a strong talent for adaptation, but the upper limit of his magic power and physical strength is not high, and after a little fighting, he has exhausted his magic power.

But now for him, he can indeed relax, that sword does not need him to use magic to control, as long as Yang sits like this, he can watch Sven be entangled in the mist little by little, as if he was the prey captured by a spider, about to be wrapped in layers of spider silk.

"During the reign of Astrad I, the twenty-third Earl of Glamorgan, who was also the king of Franconia in the new empire, and the mad count as the world is known, in order to save his compatriots who had been driven out of his homes and displaced by the war, preferred to scatter all his possessions and use all his efforts to make up for the wrongs committed against his compatriots. ”

However, the Franconians did not accept the good intentions of the mad count at all, and they never forgave him for his mistakes, and they insisted that the mad count was a sinner who led the armies of other countries to break into the homeland of his own people and completely collapse the glory of the empire for his own ambitions, and the sins of the mad count could not be made up for by apology. ”

"Faced with his fellow citizens, who have always been proud and contemptuous of themselves in the face of dire trouble, the Mad Earl fell into great pain and self-reproach. He wanted to save his countrymen from being bullied by other people, to let the Franconian name shine brightly, and to let the world know that he was not a careerist with no conscience. ”

"But all his efforts failed, the Franconians did not accept him, and the other lords of the empire looked down on him, even the alien lords of the original Franconian Empire, who looked at him with the same contempt—these people knew that to His Majesty Astrad I, Emperor of the new empire, the existence of the mad count was a thorn, a fellow who would not allow him to live. ”

"Under the pretext that the emperor had already thought about it, just like the Earls of Glamorgan, the county that waited quietly next to De Weide became a death invitation to the mad earl. ”

"When the Mad Earl received a letter from His Majesty Astrad I, demanding that he surrender the title and domain of the Earl of Glamorgan, the Mad Earl, who had been under pressure, was at last overwhelmed and driven mad by the hatred of his countrymen and the foolishness of the monarch. ”

"Mad, he tried his best to save his countrymen, but it is unreasonable for a man to fall into crazy thinking, and after a long period of hard thought, the mad earl finally came to a conclusion. ”

"If they don't agree with me, just make them all one with me, wouldn't it?"

"From the mysterious wizard, the Mad Count learned a magic from the Maud that made him immortal, and that his people could follow him. ”

"All the Franconians were gathered in the domain of the Mad Count, whether they were willing or involuntary, invited by the Mad Count, or driven by other lords, and in short, the Franconians, this proud and glorious people, disappeared on that day. ”

"The Mad Count has drawn a magic circle on his territory that is large enough to cover the entire city, and when the last day of the deadline given by Astrad I came, the Mad Count activated the magic circle. His people, his countrymen, the Franconians who hated him and at the same time were confused about the way forward, were all devoured by the magic of the Mad Count on that day, as the meaning literally meant, the Mad Count, ate the lives of all his people, and thus made himself immortal, immortal with his own people. ”

"'You won't be against me this time, will you?' thought the Mad Earl. ”

But he was wrong, no matter how powerful this evil magic was, and how many souls and lives he absorbed, the Phraknians he had swallowed in his womb were still rebelling against the tyranny of his mad king. Their terrible cries echoed in the mad count's mind day and night, and the pain and hatred in the hearts of the Franconians were transmitted to the mad count, and these negative emotions were tearing at his heart and lungs all the time, even if he had an eternal body, he could not escape the mental torment. ”

"To escape the voices in his head, he forged a sword, a sword that could bear all his pain, in which all the grievances of the Franconians were imprisoned, the last burial place of the Franconians, and the last leader of the mad count, who was born and died in Si. ”

After telling this story, Yang's physical strength has recovered somewhat, and he has been unable to move, and it is difficult to say whether he even heard Yang's words, Sven, who has been entangled in layers of gray silk threads at this moment, and is wrapped tightly, it really looks like a cocoon.

Yang saw the cane of Count Hecate that had fallen to the ground, and he walked over to pick it up, staring at it for a long time with a complicated expression.

"You don't deserve to hold this cane," he looked at the wrapped Swain and clenched his cane, "You're nowhere near as great as him, even with a near-immortal body, you're just a wretched creature, weak, so weak, just because of the shadow of your ancestors who have gained great strength and a glamorous identity, but you're actually just a good-for-nothing guy!"

After venting, Yang felt a little tired, he shouldn't have said so much, but maybe there was something buried in his heart that still made him not control his emotions.

"That's enough," he turned, no longer looking at Swain, "with Jericho in control, at least one less trouble to plan, and Manfred should be satisfied." ”

"I don't think he will. ”

The sudden sound behind him startled Yang's heart, and he hurriedly turned around, the gray cocoon that wrapped Sven was constantly vibrating, as if Sven was constantly hitting the inner wall inside, trying to break out of the cocoon.

More than Swain's attack on Cocoon, Yang was even more surprised that he was able to come to his senses from the resentment of the Franconians.

"Impossible, you can't break free from the shackles of the wraith, how can a guy like you, a guy who has inherited powerful magic power only by blood, have a tenacious mind and maintain himself in the negative emotions of the wraith?"

His hands tore open the cocoon, and Sven didn't even let his arms magicalize, he did it with just his own body.

"Do you really think that these dry bones in the grave can help me?"

Sven seemed to be completely enraged, and the expression on his face was unusual, and the fierce and contemptuous smile appeared on his face unabashedly, as if it was provocative.

"Don't brag about the spirits of the Franconians, these spirits are long dead, and the dead can't interfere with the living!" Facing Yang, who had exhausted his magic power, Swain grabbed him effortlessly and pressed him to the ground, just like the first time they faced each other, Yang was powerless in front of the angry Swain, "Besides, you reminded me of some bad experiences, let me think of this, your sins are very heavy." ”

The hand strangled Yang's neck as if it were an iron rope, and Yang had no ability to resist. And the force in Sven's hand is getting bigger and bigger, Yang is out of breath, this time, Sven may really be murderous.

"What do you want to tell me when you tell me such a long story? Do you want to show me how deep and heavy the pain you have endured? Childish little imp, do you feel that it is already the most unbearable weight in the world? Cowards? You who are crushed by this burden are the real cowards, you are, and so is the mad earl. ”

Swain looked up at the top of his head with furious eyes, he took a deep breath, and then let out a roar that could reach the entire building, "Is it? Mad Count Manfred Alkado von Nosferatu!"

The flames flickered around, and Swin Yang's shadow was lit by the firelight on all sides, and spread out in all directions. It seems that he is afraid, and even the fire does not dare to approach Sven at this time, and now Sven not only exudes a huge amount of magic power, but also has a terrifying aura.

"Boom"

A hole caved in the ceiling, and a figure fell, not far from Swain, a little distance from the flames.

"Who were you calling?"

Viscount Ernest No. Jericho, appeared.

Now Swain didn't care about it, and the memories of the Franconian ghost had made him completely angry. A person like Swain usually tries his best to suppress and close his feelings, and he shows no emotion in front of others, but the more this is the case, the more he needs an emotional outlet, and whenever he vents his emotions, this emotion will be as fierce and violent as a flood.

"See you again!" Sven's eyes widened with excitement, as if it was a pleasure for him to see Ernest, "Are you here too? Great, I'm waiting!"

Ernest's gaze shifted to Sven's right leg, the wound on the leg was still obvious, and although the bleeding had stopped for the time being, the bones that pierced the flesh had not been removed.

"Sure enough, was that monster you?"

"Aren't you not interested in knowing?" Swain tilted his neck, the smile on his face unusually crazy, and threw Yang aside, "Why do you have to ask so much?"

"Hmph, that's what I said. Ernest echoed Swain for a rare time, and at the same time put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Then let's try it, damn it, after all, you can't avoid it." ”

"Hmph, hmph......" Swain grinned as he clutched his stomach, while Viscount Ernest still kept a serious face facing him, "You shouldn't say that, maybe you have to thank Count Hecate, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't even have a chance to stand here today." ”

"Ah, yes, I really have to thank Your Excellency the Earl. Manfred suddenly appeared out of sight of Sven and Ernest. He slowly walked over to Yang, who had fainted, and picked up the young man.

"If it weren't for His Excellency the Earl, there really wouldn't have been such a grand scene, two amazing men appeared in front of me, sure enough, you are all like those men, strong-willed, convinced of the justice you uphold, with a body that will grow old and die, and fight monsters without fear, like knights of the last era, this is really ......"

Manfred clapped vigorously, tears of emotion in the corners of his eyes on his handsome face.

"I'm so excited!"