"Say, what is your purpose. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

While keeping an eye on it, Julian looked around without a trace, beware of other high-level undead ambushes.

[It has been said very clearly, welcome the new Dead Rider Lord of the Immortal Empire. I'm looking forward to being the first undead to be the first candidate for transformation as the supreme leader of the Dawn Sect. 】

Apparently fully ossified, the lich's nonchalant tone gave Orlando the illusion that it still had a wealth of facial muscles and was not facing a sworn enemy.

"Shut up, stop talk!stop talk!" "Julian trembled with anger, "You and the Immortal Empire killed the High Priest, and you thought I would join. ”

The lich tilted his head slightly, and the flickering soul flames were like two swirls: [Do you think you are still the deputy head of the Dawn Knight, or the heir of the high priest?]

Orlando clearly felt the hesitation of the knight beside him, and his pursed lips had already revealed the tension in his heart.

[From the beginning, you have no way back. The plans I have set are interlocking, and even if you don't take that half-elf back to the fortress, you won't escape the end of betrayal. 】

It soon became clear to Julian what the lich was referring to.

As the encirclement shrinks, the army of the undead, who can't see clearly due to the blizzard, reveals their true faces.

"This ...... How could it be ......"

Orlando's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Densely packed with dead corpses, not only the outcasts of the caravan, but also the knights who were chasing after them a moment ago, just after a while, they became undead?

Julian could barely hold the blade of light in his hand, and Eri, who had accused him just now, had a blank face, his eyes were blank, and his steps were staggering, and he looked like a living person.

Am I crazy? Or is the whole world crazy?

[Is there a difference between dead and alive? Aren't they all puppets in my hands. As if seeing through Julian's thoughts, the lich put the last straw on his already confused nature: "Do you think this is also an illusion? Otherwise, how could I go to great lengths to pave the way for you. 】

"What did you say?!"

[Don't you feel that you are promoted too quickly? Indeed, your talent comes once in a hundred years, but you are too young, and it will take at least thirty years to step by step to reach the position of the high priest, and I don't have the patience to wait for you to grow up slowly, so I made some small pushes. 】

That's ridiculous, no...... No way......

Julian didn't dare and didn't want to believe it.

If the record he has always been proud of is adulterated, what else can he be proud of?

The scene of the High Priest showing the oracle to the Child of Nature could not help but come to mind, and Otto at that time had not only impatience but also worry in his eyes. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's not just that I'm worried about my perverse personality causing trouble, but more worried about goofs, right?

If it is true as the lich says, it has intervened in the merits of pacifying the undead and traitors over the years......

Julian didn't want to think about it, and he couldn't contain the growing anxiety about whether his entire life had been manipulated by the lich.

[You guessed it right, I chose you. Remember how you were chosen?] The Lich's strange accent is noticeably uplifted.

Julian, of course, remembers that it is not an exaggeration to describe it as unforgettable.

The street children who don't know their parents huddle in the corners of the slums all day long, fighting bravely with their peers, risking the beaten phoenix just to grab half a rotten apple. Originally, he thought that he would live his life in such a mess, just like those old people who stayed in the slums until they died from the moment they appeared. But the appearance of the High Priest was like a light that illuminated his dark life, brought him into the sun, and gave him another life.

Bang -

The lich stretched out his hand, and a golden flame suddenly ignited in the palm of his boneless hand, and the pure holy power it emitted caused Julian's already unsteady blade of light to fall from his hand.

[Looks like you get it.] 】

Staring into the lich's palm, Julian stepped back unconsciously.

"It's ...... you"

[It's me.] 】

What are you and mine?

Orlando was confused, he was still counting on fighting the lich with Julian, but he didn't expect this guy to be distracted by just a few words. What are you doing, doesn't it mean that the Dawn Sect has a firm faith? Why are they either rebelled or killed? If a few words could fool a high-ranking knight, this northern battle would have been lost hundreds of years ago.

What the duke's son didn't know was that Julian was so upset because he knew that it wasn't the high priest who had gone to the slums to choose him, but the flamboyant lich in front of him.

Went alone, without a retinue, and chose himself in a crowd of beggars and homeless people, Julian thought it was good luck, but now that he thinks about it, it is clearly doom.

On second thought, no, how could a lich use the power of light?

[It's just an ancient badge with the morning light.] The lich threw away the light source in his hand, and the energy that had lost its excitement was instantly extinguished, revealing its original appearance - a broken badge the size of a fingernail. It is too old to make out the imprint engraved on it. Of course, the lich did this at a cost, and a hole of comparable size was dissolved in the palm of his hand.

[I have been completely transformed, but I rely on the blessing of death to resist the power of purification, you are shallow and unable to distinguish between the deity and disguise, and it didn't take much effort to make you think that you had met the leader of the Sect of Light. 】

Julian covered his ears, not wanting to hear the explanations that would drive him crazy, but the lich's language itself was magical, not from the vocal cords, but with magic reaching the brain.

Lies, hallucinations, no, none of these are true!

He refused to accept the harsh reality.

If you know the prophecy, why...... Why did they accept me into the Order of Light? Aren't they most fond of removing the dangers of uncertainty as early as possible? Why......

[Because I need an eyeliner to penetrate the enemy.] 】

Confused enough, Julian received another blow from the lich, and his mind froze, what did it say?

[Ah~ Didn't you notice it? Great, the talent of the life weaver is really amazing. The lich's tone was filled with unconcealable joy, "I'll tell you if you're so useful. I put a spell of my own creation on you, and you will unconsciously report to me what you see, ah~ Of course, I am disguised as the high priest. Of course, there are a few tricks here, so you don't know that the person you're reporting to is not the deity. I also received the news through magic props, after all, no matter what, you are also a knight who has received the divine power of the dawn, and it is difficult to guarantee that you will not be exposed if you come into contact with you after seeing the deity. 】

Traitor!

Eri's accusations lingered in his ears, and Julian fell to his knees with his feet limp.

"That's what I revealed...... It's me...... It's ...... me."

It's no wonder that the strategy against the undead has been repeatedly frustrated, and it's no wonder that the High Priest always sends me out on a mission, but I thought he was testing me, and it was clear that he was already suspicious of me.

"Hahahaha......"

The sound of sobbing laughter caused Orlando to crawl as far away from Julian as possible.

"Just by doing this unconsciously, does Dawn recognize me as a traitor? Doesn't the gods be able to read thoughts? Can't he tell whether I am pious or not? Those nobles of the empire, those high-ranking cultists, are they pious in their beliefs? Why don't they punish them one by one who only cares about their own status and status, and only cares about accumulating wealth and prestige? Isn't it called a just order?"

"Hey...... Hold on, you and be clear-headed...... He's lying to you. Orlando shouted loudly in the face of the increasingly fierce snowstorm, but his voice could no longer reach Julian's ears.

The muttering Knight of Dawn finally collapsed under the weight of wave after wave, letting out a roar even more terrible than the laughter that had preceded it, like the dying struggle of a wild beast.

Orlando was eager to bury himself completely in the snow, and the armor on Julian's body was originally glowing as warm as the morning light, but now, the light faded and was coated with a layer of dark red, which was uncomfortable to look at.

The lich walked around Julian on his knees a few times, his posture could not hide his ecstasy, but before it could usher in its final transformation, the gray clouds were pierced by a thunderous light, and the body of the lich who bore the brunt of it immediately burned. Reluctantly, he grabbed Yurian, who was only one step away from becoming a death knight, and was finally purified by the powerful divine power. The nearby undead were not spared, and one by one they spontaneously combusted, and in a short time they burned to the ground, leaving no ashes, as if they had never existed.

Orlando, who was lying in the snow, quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the blurred shadow in the pillar of light.

Whether it is an apostle or a real body, there is no doubt that it is the presence of the dawn. Knowing such a big secret, he won't be silenced......

Julian's vague consciousness was gradually pulled back from the pain and resentment, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing in the white expanse.

Over here...... Where's it? I'm ...... What's wrong with me......

After a brief void, he recalled the last memory in his mind—the lich's triumphant laughter.

Grabbing his hair and pulling hard, Julian was in pain.

Fake, all fake.

His proud ability, his military record, and his life are all fake! What is the point of living?

The high priest is dead, the imperial capital is in chaos, and the undead don't know how many spies and eyeliners have been ambushed in the human race, and there is no chance of winning this battle. Already...... It is impossible to organize an undead empire. Why do you want me, a traitor in your eyes, the traitor you prophesied, to live, and let me transform to verify my fate.

Do you want to die like that?

A voice echoed in my head, like two people of different ages speaking at the same time.

Julian looked up, and the golden light in front of him slowly condensed into a human form, an old man and a childish teenager.

After a moment of silence, Julian fell to his knees again, prostrate before the gods he believed in.

"My Lord Dawn, guide me. (To be continued.) )