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Vlad's head flew up, and the flames began to burn from the break in his neck, spreading, his upper body, his hands, his feet, and soon he was reduced to ashes in the flames

This time he couldn't be reborn. ¤，

Roger smiled: "The living sacrifice of the funeral cult is to evaporate all the blood in the human body, because this is your biggest weakness, as far as I know, the blood in the human body has two uses, one is to cast a curse, but to solve the curse, your so-called immortality is just a special spell",

"Now, tell me, Nikolai, how does it feel to face death again?",

"This time, it's eternal death",

His words were full of mockery, the war was over, the Knights, the Crusaders, and the Funeral Cult were all defeated, and they were all played with by Roger in applause from beginning to end, and there was only one real winner, the puppeteer Roger.

Nikolai looked at him with blue eyes, and there were doubts and incomprehensions in his eyes, but there was no sadness for the dead rabbit and the fox.

Roger scoffed, "Isn't it strange that you used mind reading on me from the first day of the war, but you didn't see through my tactics until the end of the war."

He stretched out his hand, his fingers hooked, invisible puppet threads peeking through his fingers, and Nikolai could clearly feel their presence though they were colorless.

"My puppet line can spy on memories and seal them, and what you see with your mind reading is what I let you see from beginning to end",

"And there is only one person in the Valley of the Severed Head who knows all my strategies and tactics, Jessos you have never met, the actual master of the Bomberman Alliance, you have completely ignored it, how stupid are you who think you are smart?"

This time, the strategy and tactics were planned by Roger and Jessos. Execute. None of the others knew about it, and even Kovo was kept in the dark.

Jessos is hidden in the inferior cavalry, and Roger is hidden behind the scenes, and they cooperate seamlessly in this war.

Nikolai was not depressed, but smiled admiringly.

"You've grown, puppeteer, and I'm happy to admit that you've grown to heights I didn't expect",

Roger said: "It's all thanks to the Funeral Church." I will return all the offenses that the Funeral Religion has done to me",

"It's a pity, you can't kill me", a raging flame ignited outside his body, and his body disappeared little by little in the flames.

Roger said: "I am not in a hurry to kill you, besides, tell Lasviken, Elizabeth and Liana and Sadia who are cowering in Candin, I have written down all their heads."

"I'll tell you the truth," Nikolai smiled wickedly and disappeared into the flames.

The remaining prisoners of the flame are all thirty percent Mars. The Mars then converged into the ring of fire, eventually disappearing with it, but the wounded headless Hellhorse did not.

Roger glanced at it with interest, and he leapt from the top of the mountain, quickly descended to the ground, walked into the swamp, and walked in front of the headless Hellhorse.

The Hellhorse, with two spears in it, neighed back, seemingly terrified of the puppeteer who had killed the old master.

It has no head, its voice is coming from inside its neck, and all its emotions are expressed through hissing and body movements.

Roger said: "If you have the instinct to survive, I will give you a chance to survive",

"Forget that poor and incompetent Vlad, submit to me, I will give you far more than before",

Cold words, commanding tones, non-negotiable. The Headless Hellhorse let out two more roars, but this time it didn't go backwards, but instead roared and its hooves flexed into a kneeling position.

In death and in life it chooses the latter, and it also surrenders to the new master in front of it.

Roger laughed and pulled out the two riding spears on its body, and the puppet line entered its body one by one, and the blood dripped down its puppet line, and when the flames burned again, its body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Looks like I'm better suited to control you than Vlad",

He spied into the memories of the Hellhorse, "Flying, traversing space, harnessing fire, ominous curses, rare and practical abilities." Fear of water, blood, obvious weaknesses, you are lucky and I can help you overcome your weaknesses",

He rolled over and grabbed the reins, and the Hellhorse neighed and carried him out of the swamp.

Exhausted, wounded, and poisoned, the Knights, the most elite cavalry regiment on the continent suffered the worst defeat in two hundred years.

But as they walked out of the Valley of the Severed Head, a light rain fell from the sky, and the valley, on the plains beyond the valley, was littered with corpses, mutilated corpses left behind by the Crusaders.

A light rain washed the ground, washing away the stumps and broken arms, and also hit the emir in the face coldly, and he swept the faces of all the knights one by one.

The exhaustion on their faces was clear, but their eyes still flashed with unyielding fighting spirit, what kind of army was this? Able to run for five days without sleep, able to face ten times their own strength without fear, able to completely crush the army of flame prisoners who did not feel pain, but in the end they were defeated at the hands of the despicable puppeteers.

The Crusaders had retreated, and he had to retreat, no matter how elite the Knights were, to conquer this valley and kill the abominable puppeteers.

The emir laughed miserably: "Two hundred years ago, the knights tasted defeat for the first time in the puppet division legion, and two hundred years later the puppet division was defeated again at the hands of the puppeteer, is this fate?",

What kind of humiliation is it when the commander of an invincible corps says "fate"? What kind of blow is it?

Twelve years ago, he joined the Knights Templar in high spirits, and the Prophet Fatima himself baptized him, prayed for his blessings, and made an exception to promote the baby-faced swordsman from a poor background to knighthood.

The knights on the continent have a strict threshold, and many poor people will not be able to advance to the knighthood in their lifetime, which is a coveted honor for the poor, and the same is true for the emir, if it were not for Fatima, he would probably not be able to become a knight in the end.

So he was grateful, grateful to the prophets, grateful to the Holy See, studied the doctrine diligently, and swore allegiance to the Holy See.

In the face of such a miserable whiteness, how could he face the prophet?

"Commander, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, there is no undefeated corps, and the Knights are no exception, you are the commander of the regiment, and it is your responsibility to lead the Knights to rebirth from the ashes", Neo said.

The emir glanced back at him gratefully, wiped the rain from his face and ordered the Knights to adjust the array and retreat.

A stitching beast flew out of the Valley of the Severed Head, and as a letter fell above the Emir's head, he reached out to take it, and the pure white angel wings badge on the envelope came into view. (To be continued......)