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

As Swain spoke, the spear wrapped around the Franconian undead struck him in the heart, and the force pierced Swain's body, nailing him into the scarlet river.

"Disappear?" Manfred's eyes blinked unnaturally, his neck trembling as it collapsed so tightly, "Am I gone?" Jericho, you say- am I gone?"

Manfred made his way to the place where Swain had fallen into the river and looked down, but the untold faces of the undead obscured his vision, preventing Manfred from seeing where Swain had gone.

"Hmph, hum, hum, hum......" Manfred chuckled, his face twitching as if cramped, and his expression looked very unnatural, "After all...... After all, it's just a matter of words, and that's how you Jericho, holding a bunch of old papers, keep nagging all day long, thinking how great you are. Now you can finally shut up, and there won't be any more obnoxious guys like Jericho in this world. ”

He raised his head, looked at the scarlet sky, and took a deep breath.

"There are only Franconians in this world......"

When he opened his eyes, Manfred's eyes suddenly became very confused.

"Franconian ......"

He lowered his head, grabbed his hair, and cried out frantically as if he had a headache:

"No, Franconians...... I know, I remember them, I remember the faces of every one of my compatriots...... No, it shouldn't be like this, don't disappear, my compatriots, don't disappear—"

Even though he shouted heartbreakingly, those erased memories could not be returned. Manfred was horrified to find that his memories of the Franconians, and even of himself, were disappearing.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, damn it, what's going on!"

The roar of pain couldn't slow Manfred's memory down, and he realized that Swain's words weren't just trying to scare him. No, it should be said that Manfred had already realized that although he did not have it in his memory, those memories engraved in his body made him feel uneasy for the first time.

"Jericho!" Manfred let out a heart-rending roar, and then jumped into the river, diving into the undead and sticky blood of his people, "Jericho, what the hell have you done! I'm going to find you, I'm going to break you to pieces, I'm not going to give in to this curse! I won't let you take away all the memories, that's mine, mine!"

Manfred struggled to swim deeper, the undead in the river still wailing, only this time they were really wailing that they were about to disappear, their shadow-like ethereal bodies were disappearing, and their faces were becoming more and more blurred, as if they were about to come to an end soon after they reappeared.

"Jericho!"

Manfred couldn't care about the disappearance of his compatriots, he couldn't even tolerate their obstruction, and all the undead who stood in his way were simply expelled by Manfred.

"Jericho!"

Gradually, Manfred reached the bottom of the river, where it used to be the pavement of the street. This was not a real river after all, the water of blood and undead was free of impurities such as mud and sand, and when Manfred reached the bottom of the dark river, he immediately saw the scarlet eyes that sparkled in the darkness and the undead.

"Jericho—"

In such an environment, there is only one person who can have such a pair of eyes, and that is Swain, who has just been stabbed into the river by a spear. The blood spear that ran through his heart had fused with the blood in the river, and now Sven had nothing to pull him except for the scars on his body, and even the undead did not want to approach this man, because the scarlet eyes were even more ominous than the river, and even stranger than the Manfred.

"The time of the Franconians is long gone, and you don't understand that this group of undead has come to disturb the order of the world. Swain walked towards Manfred with a slow step, each step carrying the waves that made the river tremble, with a very oppressive momentum, "Since you have done so, you must also be punished, the existence of the Franconians will not only disappear from history, it will disappear completely, and all memories of this people will be erased." This is the verdict of me, Count Midnight Swain Noe Jericho, in my capacity as the caretaker of the Great Library and the warden of the Goddess of Trouble. ”

"Order and judgment in this world, don't laugh at the dead, Jericho, what are you, just a crow waiting to peck at the wreckage of this world, and you are qualified to talk to me about order and judgment!" Manfred grabbed his hair in pain, the long flowing golden hair was pulled off by him one by one, and the blood also escaped along his long hair and melted into the river, "You yourself are the one who wants to destroy this world order the most!" Jericho, no matter what god you move, I will not be intimidated, I am Manfred, Manfred Alcado von Nosferathu, the last Franconian ruler, the last heir of the Empire, I am ......"

Manfred's eyes widened, but the words below were suddenly jammed and unable to speak, and the movements of his hands stopped. He stared blankly at Swain, his lips still opening and closing from time to time, but not a single sound came from it.

"What are you?" Swain stopped four or five paces in front of Manfred, "remember, what are you?"

Manfred's body, scarlet, The lightning-like light continued to flicker, as if he was tormented by the pain unbearable, Manfred's fingers grabbed his scalp fiercely, after the contract with the Earl of Hecate was terminated, he had always been this handsome, but now, his towering and pretty nose began to bend, turning back to a gloomy hooked nose, and his eye sockets were sunken, and the whole person's face slowly changed back to the hideous and vicious face when Swain first saw him, and as for his long flowing golden hair, it had also continued to fall off with Manfred's self-harm, and gradually, Manfred's head was no longer hairless, and he returned to his original strange appearance。

Jericho ...... Jericho ...... So that's the case, I've been deceived by you for so long......" Manfred raised his eyes, his ever-changing eyes staring at Swain, "At that time, it was you Jericho who asked Astrad to attack me with my ritual, and it was you who wiped out everything about our nation in that most crucial battle, so I lost to Hecate, because you took away the source of my power, which has always been your fault!"

"Maybe even if I said that, you wouldn't believe it. Swain looked at Manfred with an unusually calm look in his eyes, "But I don't know what my ancestors did. Jericho has great power, but the price is also heavy, I want you to lose the memory of your nation, but our memory of Jericho has long been gone. ”

Manfred's face slowly distorted, and finally, under the rapid flickering of scarlet light, a large amount of mana on Manfred's body escaped, and now Manfred's magic power has been greatly weakened, not only has he lost the magic level of the Grand Magister, but he can't even continue to manipulate this magic array and control the undead of the Franconians.

"Now that you've remembered those things, I'll tell you the secrets of our Jericho clan, and the answers to the questions you've been wondering about. Swain raised his hand, and the coffee chair he had been sitting in before was pulled by his magic to Swain's feet, "We Jericho, the grave keepers of midnight, watch over Atropos, the goddess who governs all human social consciousness. I don't know if my ancestor explained to you what Atropos is, but now that we don't have much time, I'll explain to you that Atropos can hear the thoughts of everyone in this society, and he himself is the self-consciousness of this society, so he can manipulate the consciousness of people in this society. ”

"Like you just did?" Manfred stared at Swain, his horrific eyes completely devoid, "...... us The memory of our nation, erased from this world?"

Hearing Manfred's pause, Swain knew that Manfred had forgotten the name Franconian, and in a few moments, he would even forget the concept of his own nation.

"That's right, that's what we did, that's why the traces of the Franconians were so clean in the first place. But that time, for some reason I don't know, the Midnight Earls of that generation didn't choose to kill you, but kept the name Franconian, thus preserving your power and your life. ”

"Ha, you don't know, how could you not know!" Manfred clutched at his face, his bare head scratched by his sharp nails, "If you didn't know, how could you have thought of using the same trick against me, just like it was in the beginning." And you deliberately erased all my memories of this incident at that time, didn't it just for today, to erase me again!"

"Actually, I really don't know. Swain straightened his legs, not changing his expression at Manfred's roar, "I didn't even know the name of that ancestor, and I thought of it because of something he told me when Karadoge came to attack me before. ”

"Karadog......" Manfred clutched his head, his expression looking pained. However, perhaps because he had lost a lot of his memories, he easily found an impression of Karadog's personality in the remaining memories.

"Karadogh Apu Justin Morgan the Lost?"

"That's right. Swain nodded, "From his deeds alone, you can know that Karadoge is a person with great magical power just like you and me. However, unlike me, his magic came from the Lord's gift, so after he lost the Lord's favor, this legendary knight also reached the end of his life. At our level of magic, magic has formed a conceptual core, which is the key to our ability to make our bodies magical and protect ourselves from ordinary injuries. A knight like Karadog, who is favored by the Lord, his power comes from the Lord, so he loses the favor of the Lord, and his power comes to an end. My power comes from the demonic path that has been passed down from generations of the Jericho family, so what does your power come from?"

"If you want to defeat you, this question is the key, you sacrificed all your compatriots in exchange for this power, and became a vampire, so there are two possibilities for the source of your power. One is the concept of vampires, that is, blood, which is the most likely from the point of view of your magic, and the other is that your people, as the last descendant of this nation, you should inherit the power of those compatriots you sacrificed, so many people's power gathered together, even if everyone's power is small, but together it is still an incomparably large magic. ”

"So, one of the questions I had been thinking about before I came here was what exactly was the source of your mana. ”

"And you've been testing this question since you met me. Manfred's voice was a little weak, although he tried his best not to show this, but after all, the power was constantly draining from him, and now Manfred no longer had the ability to fight Swain.

"That's right, whether it's using Baron Deniz as bait to get me into the hub core of the magic circle, or the constant verbal exchange, that's what I'm trying to figure out. ”

"Then why don't you just erase both concepts and save a lot of trouble, or do you not have to?"

Swain was silent for a moment, rarely bowing his head, and didn't look at Manfried.

"No, it's just that the price is huge, after all, it's the goddess of chaos, and her power, once used, has already made me lose a lot. ”