When he saw Camille bow his head and breathe, the black feather arrow piercing his father's head, and Mira falling into a pool of blood, as old as a septuagenarian, he realized what a stupid thing he had done. "No...... It's not true, no...... No...... No...... Don't ......" he shook his head, only to feel his scalp tingle, and his right foot twitched again, "No!!"

"Alright, it's all cleaned up now. An old voice echoed through the Great Hall, as if coming from the night sky above the dome.

Horn felt something hit his feet. Looking down, he saw Aiden's bloody head over his boots, tumbling down the stone steps from the throne, eventually crashing into a corpse and stopping in a pool of blood reflecting the crimson dome.

In the next second, he saw the fingers of the headless corpse move, then curled up into a fist and slowly stood up.

"Witch ...... Witchcraft?" Linde, who had just cut off Aiden's head, stumbled over.

"Who the hell are you?" Horn tried to clench the black steel sword, but fear had made his right hand disobey, "Transfiguration...... Witchcraft?"

"Me?" the headless corpse seemed to sneer twice, "I should be called Wader now." Oh no, Walder is dead, his head is gone, and this stinky skin is useless. The corpse let out two more sneers, and the sound seemed to come from all directions. "What was my name before that...... Oh, sorry, it's been so long, so long that I've forgotten. But I can tell you that originally, my next name was Kenny Dalton, but now it has changed, and my next name is Alan Dalton. That's right, Alan Dalton, what a good name, hehehehe......"

There was some kind of magic in this laughter, which could drill down the skin into the delicate pores and down the blood to the heart, making Horn shudder and shiver. "You...... Who the hell is it?" he asked, gritting his teeth.

Two guards with swords in hand rushed out of the crowd side by side. I saw that the headless corpse raised his hand, one person was killed on the spot, and it instantly turned into a pool of blood, and the other person struggled to lie low, so he was thrown into the air by some force, and the sword halberds scattered on the ground all flew up silently, so fast that it was impossible to even distinguish which one hit first. The blade pierced the guard's breastplate as if it were made of silk. He fell heavily, in a pool of blood, the most miserable of hundreds of corpses. By the time he landed, he couldn't tell which arm was his.

"Come here, good boy, don't be fearless in your resistance. The old voice said.

Horn tried to run away from it all, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he knew it wasn't witchcraft, it wasn't fear, it was Dalton's honor. "You did all this?" he said angrily, pointing at the corpse.

"Yes," the voice admitted, cheerfully, "if you want to know, let me think where to start, huh...... I took control of the Battle of Talos and drove that proud Kenny to Sumer, he had to go, or else, hehehe...... I also controlled his southern crusade, which is funny to think about......"

"Jia, Guardian?" Horn suddenly remembered the wizard with his skills seventeen years ago.

"No, no, he's just a pawn, and I've abandoned him. The voice replied quickly, "As for the reason, he is so greedy, and after only doing a little thing for me, he has become insatiable and demands everything, but don't you humans be so virtuous?"

"We humans?" Horn swallowed, instinctively taking two steps back.

"Many years ago, when I taught the Dark Arts to humans, you were as insatiable as Garder, and after all these years, you are still the same, not the same. The corpse suddenly took a step towards the stone steps.

"Negar?" Horn heard Mira's voice.

"Oh! there is still someone here who can recognize me!" the corpse stopped at the stone steps, "Disciple of Fulai?"

"Are you really Negar?" Mira got up and looked at the headless corpse, "Liars and liars!

"Oh, it's boring that the lie has been exposed so quickly. The corpse turned to Mira, "Child, is there any difference between your teacher and me? She is also a prophet, but she took the body of a human and hid in that shell for so many years, if I hadn't sent Gard to help her free, hehehe...... She's still in pain. ”

"All she took was a corpse!" Mi stretched his hand to pull away the silver thread that covered his eyes, and staggered back behind him, "You are also a rebellious wizard, don't be delusional, we still have 30,000 troops attacking Black, and they will return in triumph soon." At that point, will you kill them and become a second me, or will you let them attack Karta and slaughter you, a deerman?"

"What if I told you that Mike was already my man eighteen years ago?" the headless corpse suddenly stopped and let out a sneer. "Right now, the Confederates should be killing each other. Kids, they can't come back, none of them come back, hehehehe......"

"Get out of here!" Mira had retreated into the corner, but the corpse was still moving forward.

"Why do you want my body?" asked Horn aloud at this moment.

"Because of the wolf's blood, it's ......," the old voice stopped suddenly. Above the dome, there was a loud noise, and the whole hall swayed.

At some point, from nowhere, a gust of wind blew the candles, casting a gloomy red over the pale skin of countless corpses. "It's coming, it's finally coming......" The old voice sounded again, with a wordless excitement.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the hall shook again, and the momentum was even more violent than before. The marble pillars cracked suddenly, the chandelier hanging from the dome fell from a height, and the walls no longer seemed to be able to support the heavy stone roof.

"Mira, run!" Horn leaped down the stone steps and rushed towards his father's corpse, which followed with a piercing scream, but then an even more terrifying scream came from above the shattered dome. He heard it, it was the roar of a dragon.

Horn almost crawled and rushed to the square strewn with corpses. When he turned back again, he saw that the solid Great Hall was collapsing, the stones were splashing, the soot was everywhere, and in the dim moonlight, the dragon's scales and armor shone with a pitch-black glaze, and it was spreading its huge wings, spiraling upward, gradually blocking the first-born mid-empty moon.

He ran forward a little further, and when he looked back, the glowing flaming sword fell into a pool of blood, and at the same time, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his shoulders. "Brother, I'm late. He heard the voice of his younger brother, and his feet flew into the air.

The palace square was getting smaller and smaller, and the smell of blood was no longer pungent, but in the next second, a black and red dragon flame lit up the night sky, accompanied by the trembling scream of the dragon.