Suddenly, Galen saw his younger self.

It was a boy who had escaped from his hometown in the carriage that had escaped from his hometown, and he opened the window of the car, looked at the city and the yellow sand that were gradually moving away, and asked uneasily where we were going.

The mother touched his head and just said sleep, and when he woke up, he would come.

When he was young, he could feel his mother's guilt, not for his past life, but for him, an ignorant child.

When my mother arrived in Tingen, she found a job as a barmaid in a small border town.

Although there was no money for him to go to school, he was not hungry. Galen was like a little bear cub who ate a lot, and his mother always got off work late and took on an extra job as a housekeeper so that she could bring back leftover meat from the bar's customers.

The western continent is different from the rich south, and it is a happy thing to have a meal of meat to eat.

Later, my mother met a man, and gradually, I didn't have to work in a bar.

Although the man was fierce after drinking and his mother was occasionally beaten, she was still very happy and her smile grew more and more every day.

Galen's breakfast started with milk, every day.

Later, following him to practice swords, the man said dog cub, you are a natural knight, in the future, you will write your name in the story of the crusade against the demon king, pick up the sword, pick it up if you can't hold it, cut it down, swing it again, and cut it again......

A knight's sword weighs three pounds, which can be used by a half-year-old child all the time. His arm was so sore that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't lift it, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and the man basking in the sun next to him would scold, saying that the dog should not tarnish my reputation, and the scolding was very dirty. His mother was always giggling and holding the man by the arm and helping him into the house. After a long time, he came out again, and gently wiped the sweat off his arms with a handkerchief.

She said you're not a bitch, you're a mom's little man.

Gradually, the sword never fell to the ground again.

As time passed, he was sharp, and the teacher no longer scolded him, but became more and more kind and polite to him.

He also thought that he had been approved by his teacher.

Then many things happened, like the clouds of the past, the hymns of the congregation in the low church, the yellow sand on the way home, the snow in the northern continent, and the third eye opened on Sadiqi's forehead......

He cut off the teacher's head, and just like a dream, the invincible knight returned to his hometown, which was incomparably vast in his memory, but the road became narrow, and he departed in despair.

The young knight, with his confused sword, embarked on a journey again, trying to find a place to rest in the empty knighthood.

But he didn't want to, he was busy, and after many years, the knighthood had become a ridiculous thing that was not worth talking about, and he didn't even know what the meaning of picking up the sword and shield was. was merry on Nanda Road, served as an eagle dog for the chaebol, and wanted to prove what it was like to go to the Northern Continent to kill people, and finally returned to his hometown.

While at the palace, he fell in love with wine, which he hated before.

But he comforted himself that I don't hit people after drinking, so I was different from the teacher.

Mother waited for her to become prosperous, and the little man became the head of the knights of the kingdom. Galen's loyal chivalry is preached, troubadours compose him into poems, the melodious rhythm of the accordion sounds, and the knight in the story has a wonderful and bumpy life, and finally returns home with beauty.

It's a pity that reality is not a story. In reality, the knight finally became a lost dog, just like when he got out of his hometown, and ran away. The most disgraceful framing is the tragic plot that cannot be applauded even in the drama, even in the end, the grievances and slander are still smearing his reputation, there is not a word of justice, no one avenges him, and even, time has passed, and no one is curious about where the former witch-slayer knight has gone.

In the last years of his life, Galen had long since ceased to practice swordsmanship. The body gradually grew in shape, and the uncontrolled alcohol intake made the hands tremble, and I could no longer hold the sword. The beard is messy, sometimes the benches on the street can make do with sleeping, mingling with beggars, and my mother will be by my side when I open my eyes anyway. He wandered through the taverns in the countryside, drinking two copper coins and a glass of inferior ale with his fellow adventurers, scolding the heavens and the earth together, going to your mother's world, going to your mother's knighthood, and the pickled things used to trick women into splitting their legs.

But when I dream back at midnight, I occasionally think of myself who was once high-spirited.

After being harmed like this by a wizard, he was even more drunk and dreamed of death, and he was no longer angry.

I forgot the sword, I forgot the knight's way, I forgot a lot of things in the past, but I didn't forget my mother's words, I couldn't understand it, and I continued to drink.

Sleep, wake up and arrive.

So the boy who was lying on the edge of the carriage window looking at his hometown fell into a deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing here.

Snow falls.

The unfamiliar body, the corpse next to him still maintained the appearance of his life, endless coercion came from the air, and hundreds of distorted and strange human eyes on the body of the death creature stared at him at the same time.

Galen clenched his fist, okay, at least not shaking.

Everywhere he looked, the mana burned and churned with soul flesh and blood, burning the sky, the undead wailed bitterly, and death wriggled and multiplied and expanded, like an apocalypse.

A perfect masterpiece.

Very good, Galen smiled, extremely happy.

Like the dragon at the end of the knight's story, it brings his life to an end.

He couldn't have found a more pleasant death than this.

From the moment the skull was used as a medium to activate necromantic alchemy, the connection between him and his body was severed.

Now Galen is a lonely ghost with no place to go.

But it doesn't matter, necromantic alchemy, who wouldn't.

With the same root and origin, the death in front of him is using his spell, and Galen knows that the firewood that supplies death can burn for a few more seconds at most, and the creation in front of him will collapse and disintegrate.

The Count seems to be dead, and with all the others, I don't know if Peter has escaped.

It would be pointless to fight for your life again, it would be better to take advantage of Sotep's body being controlled by yourself, and try to escape, and it would be nothing more than an evil spirit in the future.

But Galen's knighthood was pointless, so he chose to hold the sword.

As it happens, my soul is enough to burn for more than ten seconds.

The flames spread along the limbs, and the past of life, the emotions, everything that made up the human being called Galen, all boiled at this moment, and he opened his arms to embrace death.

The knight's sword reappeared in Galen's hand, but unlike the one in the manor, the ornate weapon became the cheap iron sword used for training in his childhood, the blade of which was old and simple, but it was well maintained by his mother.

Used to kill a wizard, that's enough.

Rams hid at the exit at the bottom of the canyon, no more than a hundred meters away from the newly wiped out convoy.

His senses were already connected to the creation of necromantic alchemy, and he naturally saw Sotep still standing on the ground.

Ricky the Batwoman and the one-armed man, along with the convoy, were wiped out by Rams.

From the moment they participated in the killing of the Earl, their lives went on a predetermined countdown.

Early in the beginning, Cole was given the order to get rid of the three men and shut them up forever after the deed was done.

The Wizard, on the other hand, is responsible for getting rid of Cole.

That marquis could not trust any loyalty, and only the bundle of interests that could continue to develop was the most trustworthy.

Rams sat hunched over and kneeled on the ground, his cloak burned by the mana of necromantic alchemy, revealing a disfigured face covered in scars, and Letania's heavy prison tattoo had been burned off with a soldering iron after he had escaped from prison, leaving only an extremely pale skin bag.

He looked at Sotep, his mouth twitching, and he seemed to be smiling.

The pain of necromantic alchemy was also feeding back to him, but he didn't feel it at all, only felt extremely happy.

Very well, there is still a living person, otherwise wouldn't it be a pity that the power stolen from the River Styx would be useless in his hands?

Immediately, Rams frowned.

He saw the sword in Sotep's hand, and the death that burned on him.

It is the same as his creation, but it is overwhelmingly splendid.

There are different levels of life.

What kind of firewood is burning?

"Actually..... Such a beautiful ......."

As if seeing an incomparable treasure, Rams trembled and laughed maniacally, yes, that's right!

This is the toy that can be worthy of this great power!

"Sotep" grinned at him as well.

"It's been a long time coming, wizard ——!!!"

The sword light penetrated the heavens and the earth, and the extremely terrifying mana collided together, and finally disappeared in a flash.

Galen retracted his sword.

The mirage-like flesh skeleton was decapitated with a sword.

A wound suddenly opened on Rams's neck, and blood gushed out, but instead of being angry, he shrieked and said, "Boom... That's it, that's it!! ”

In the canyon, the fallen head of the Death Creation rose from the ground before it hit the ground, and rivers of flesh and blood surged out from under the neck composed of bone spurs, and the twisted and decaying soul body was reborn.

And the original body that lacked a head was like a bud breaking through the ground, and an incomparably huge vertical pupil and bloody eye came out of the flesh that tore through the void under the neck, taking the place of the skull, and the dead creation was split in two in an instant, and the already narrow rift was completely collapsed, and the curse was almost condensed into substance, surging and boiling, and the snow in a radius of several miles was instantly evaporated at this moment.

The concept of death itself, how will you kill?

Galen gave the answer.

The sword churned and cursed, the equally burning knight stepped on the invisible staircase, strangled the giant's magnificent death strangulation, the ultimate violent madness tortured and killed those strange and crazy human tissues, the sword was danced into a storm by him, and the sword went with him, washing away the sins.

In an instant, the blood in the canyon rained down, and the two creatures struggled to fight back, but just as a knight could not kill death, how could death kill another death?

With the blessing of the fully open alchemy of necromancy, Galen has almost reached the limits of humanity.

The howl of the unjust soul was shattered by his twist, and the fierce sword wind slashed the spine of bone spurs into bone powder, and the knight was bathed in burning mana, as if he wanted to smash the gate of hell with his own hands.

The body flew high, crashed into the new river of flesh and blood, tumbled, the knight's sword trembled and roared, and the sword moves taught to him by the teacher when he was nine years old were held and slashed out, withdrawn, and slashed out again...... The tip of the sword cut through the flames and forced death back, and so on and so on as if he had lived forty-one years.

Ten thousand swords are like stars, falling on this world.

Rams, who was connected to the creation of his life, was hit hard, and countless wounds opened on his body, almost turning him into a bloody man, and it was only at this moment that he realized that death may not be able to be killed—

But it will eventually be replaced by a greater death.

Even if he finds a hundred, a thousand, 10,000 homeless people and death row prisoners, how can he compare to the witch-slaying knights who have a legendary life, killed the Witch Alliance, and finally provoked the war in the Western Continent?

The scales of death were tilted from the beginning.

Galen's fireworks alone, at this moment, overshadowed the grand death orchestrated by the wizard.

Galen never understood the meaning of chivalry.

After all, people live in the gutter, and there is nothing to demand from them. Swords and romance will always be replaced by the truth of life and reality.

But even so.

There will always be people who yearn for chivalry, romance, and the ruthless life in the story.

At least that's how Galen first picked up his sword.

So, when he was insulted by the teacher, he would still pick up the sword, kill the messenger who came to solve the situation, and decisively let go of his hatred when he found out that his father was right, and raised his sword to the rebels under the city.

Galen can't be like the knight in the story, to be the exalted one who illuminates the whole land.

But he wanted to at least, to brighten his life.

For example, mother, such as life that goes round and round.

So Galen lifted his sword.

The monstrous spell of necromantic alchemy condensed, and different knights' swords were forged into shapes by scarlet curses, ordinary or precious, and materialized from his life, spreading all over the sky, with murderous intent.

Under such extreme torture, the creation of death has almost burned out.

Rams knew he couldn't live anymore, grinned, and threw his soul into a rain of blood on the verge of collapse.

The flames flickered, and the ashes were blown away by the wind on the snow at the mouth of the canyon.

The flames of death rose again, and the soul, the body, the backbone, and the resentment were all shattered and reassembled, tearing each other apart, distorted, and entangled with the curse, converging from the collapsed canyon land, and finally turning into the ugly and terrifying face of Rams, whose mouth was wide open, and even his face was torn open, revealing a mouth full of sharp bone spurs like shark teeth, and deep in his throat was a bottomless black end, rising from the ground and biting at Galen—

"If you have a next life, don't bring the wizard up again, bury it."

Galen slashed down with a volley.

The clouds open and the sky is bright.

Death avoidance.

The flames on Galen's body gradually extinguished, and he controlled Sotep's body and landed back on the ground.

The moment it touched the ground, Sotep's powerful body immediately turned into ashes, revealing Galen's almost transparent withered soul, and one fell to the ground unsteadily.

Peter, who was on the edge of the whole process, hurriedly rushed over, overjoyed-

"The two of us are so powerful!"

Galen smiled.

"Indeed."

"Fuck, the Count is dead, and my brother Potter and Batman have donated it," Peter said, the more sad and angry he became, "it's all in vain." ”

"Hey, what you promised me."

Galen's voice grew weaker, his skull shattered, and the burned knight's soul was like a candle in the wind, about to disappear in the winter blizzard.

Peter nodded solemnly.

"I'll do it."

He said from the bottom of his heart.

Galen smiled gratefully, didn't say anything more, and his soul slowly faded.

"Oh, that's right." Peter suddenly pulled out a brand-new skull covered in scarlet lines, "I have a girl's own ninety-nine new head, do you want to go in and stay for a while?" ”

Galen, who had disappeared half of the way and had not completely disappeared, was shocked.

"Where did it come from?"

"Ah, this ....."

Peter scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I'm not stealing, I'm just picking up, I said it earlier, I still think about this skull, and no one wants to ......"

Galen's mouth moved, and the few remaining souls instantly burrowed into the skull, and there was no movement.

He said as if he was thanks.

[Congratulations, Galen Selvie's fate has been changed by you.] Rewards 50,000 soul chips and 50,000 experience points. You have received 10% of Galen Selvey's overall attributes]

[Galen Selvey's fate has been successfully changed, if you want to know, please use 300,000 soul chips to re-divination.] 】

Peter's eyes widened and he was shocked, how else could this be?!

The skull was a system reward for Galen's divination before, and he just tried it, but he didn't expect to really save Galen, who was originally going to die?

Peter smiled happily and put the skull into the system's storage space, then smiled again.

I can't laugh anymore, damn it.

He cried and sat on the ground crying: "Brother Potter, why did you die - you died so miserably, what can I do if I am left alone in this world!" ”

He and Harry are really a little bonded, not to mention anything else, that kind of layered security, once experienced once, I don't want to lose it again.

"Harry, woo woo, don't worry, buddy will go back and burn you two defensive magic scrolls, you must ..... in the Heavenly Spirit"

Under the broken rock that was ploughed, a weak scolding suddenly came out: "Don't howl, dig out Lao Tzu..."

"Ah???h

Peter's weeping was sluggish.

"You're not dead, are you?"

"It's coming."

Peter hurriedly picked up the stick and pried open the broken rock on the ground, and then saw the stacked shield armor that had been completely reduced to scrap metal.

It took a suffrage to remove the armor, revealing Harry, who was protected underneath it.

Not only him, but also Frey, the fat earl, and a beautiful girl with a dusty face.

"I'm a grass, you're not dead?!"

Harry spat out a mouthful of blood, looking sluggish and not bothering to pay attention to him.

"Not ......"

Peter knew how fierce the elbow of the death creature was just now, and even the carriage equipped with seventh-order magic was instantly slapped into a discus, which can be called the strength of a big elbow man, how did Harry stop it?

"How did you resist that?"

That's not something that can be stopped by stacking low-level magic. The quality of the magic power alone is not at the same level, it is already comparable to the ultimate move of the boss in the late game, and the ordinary magic shield is of no help at all, even Peter, who was hiding in the distance, was rubbed by Yu Wei, and the sixth-order earth element torrent on his body was almost stopped.

Do you kid still have an eighth-order magic shield hidden?

"Necromantic Alchemy...... No matter how powerful it is, it's still a spell constructed by a spirit... Ahem... In this case, you can be restrained by divine magic....."

He unbuttoned his clothes tremblingly, and his body was densely covered with no less than two hundred cross pendants of the Church of Light, all of which had been consecrated by the priest, like the sun god walking on earth.

Exorcise evil spirits, the more the merrier.

"I'm a person... Ahem... Don't fight unprepared battles. ”