Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Chapter 68

When the devil king was born, it was a chaotic mass of evil thoughts, it had no soul and no consciousness.

Now in this body, only the former Silver Snow Fox remains.

The scorching rune was imprinted into the dark sea of ​​consciousness, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the distant battlefield was emptily reflected in his vision, the dazzling magic, the shadow of swords and swords, the resurrection of the dead, the undead soldiers were surrounded by an endless army of the dead, and the soul fire flickered, line will go out.

In the Demon King's Sea of ​​Consciousness, the bit of consciousness belonging to Yinxuehu was about to be extinguished.

The sword made of ice and dark elements crumbled in Lancelot's hands, and the corpses of the dead rushed up greedily, burying him under a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"Master Demon King—" Tamara swooped down, expelled the dead, lifted Lancelot's body from the pile of corpses, and flew into the city of Karami.

Grezel's huge spiritual body covered the sky and attacked the city.

Ronald stood guard in front of the city gate with a battle ax in his hand, the soul fire burning in his eye sockets.

"Tsk, Nathaniel's running dog." Grezel taunted, "You used to be like this, guarding the palace gate and not giving an inch."

"But what's the use? It was destroyed by me. I thought you were buried with Nathaniel's palace thousands of years ago, but I didn't expect you to live to this day." He said, "Of course, I have to thank you for everything. My necromancy, or you would have ceased to exist."

"As long as I'm still here, you don't even think about taking half a step." Ronald's battle-axe was ignited with a faint blue soul fire, and he jumped up, and the sharp ax attached to the soul flame chopped open Grezel's spirit body.

In just an instant, the crack was healed again, and Grezel's soul was still intact.

He is immortal, invulnerable, invulnerable to death.

In the soul state, Grezel's affinity for the light element reached its peak, and he condensed a ring of light, slowly pushing it towards the sky.

The halo continued to rotate and expand until it enveloped the entire Karami and the battlefield, including civilians, undead, dark races, and even soldiers of the Holy See of Light.

The soldiers were still charging forward, but they didn't know that His Majesty the Pope, whom they were loyal to, planned to annihilate them together, so that there would be no trace of this disgraceful battle.

Grezel overlooked everything below that was about to be purified by the holy light, and muttered to himself, "Gods will die, but I won't."

The moment the light wheel descended, he saw a familiar figure in the vast corner of the battlefield. She was wearing a platinum embroidered robe, with a gentle and beautiful face, and her eyes faintly revealed compassion for the world.

"Dolores?" Grezel frowned hesitantly, "No..."

Dolores wouldn't give that look.

He suddenly had an ominous feeling.

The wheel composed of light elements in the sky slowly disintegrated, turning into feathers all over the sky and falling lightly, melting into the blood-soaked soil of the battlefield.

Grezel's magic was broken.

"No, impossible."

Even if Dolores is very talented, it is impossible to compare with him in the state of soul.

There is only one person in this world who can disperse the light elements he condensed—Isabella, the goddess of light.

Grezel looked at the corner of the battlefield in disbelief, and the pair of warm eyes under the embroidered robe and hood were also watching him, with disappointment, sadness, and a little pity.

"Isabella?"

"I'm Dolores," she said. "Isabella is dead."

After Isabella died, there was indeed a miracle—that was her obsession to linger in the world.

Isabella never complained or regretted disappearing in order to save human beings, but she was only worried about Grezel who had been growing up with her.

God loves the world, but her love for Grezel is a little different after all. Because of that obsession, Dolores was born, and she appeared beside Grezel to accompany Isabella with him.

"Grazel," Dolores said, "look me in the eyes and answer me."

"You ruined Nathaniel yourself, didn't you?"

"Prince Nathaniel embarked on a journey to protect mankind, but you destroyed his kingdom, subjects and everything, and treated them as experiments in necromancy..."

"It's all for you." Grezel suddenly interrupted her, "Isabella, I know you are."

"You don't know, it's just your obsession, Grezel." Dolores said, "What you miss is not Isabella at all, but the goddess you believe in in your heart. You don't remember her at all. What's it like?"

"Stop talking." Grezel's soul gradually shrank and landed in front of her. "I did all this to revive you."

"No, you are just trying to satisfy your own greed." Dolores stared at him coldly.

Grezel forced a smile at her, and walked forward: "Stop messing around, Isabella, since you're back, come back to me."

"Go away, stay away from me." Dolores stepped back, her eyes gradually turned red, "Do you know what they look like now? There is only a skeleton left, living in the darkness that sees no light—— They shouldn't be like this, I really regret it, I shouldn't let His Royal Highness leave Nathaniel..."

"Shut up! Don't mention him again." Grezel hysterically said, "What am I worse than him? His kingdom has already been destroyed by me. I am stronger than him. I am the god of Lothra."

"I think you look crazy."

In the oblique stab, pure white flames burned, and the blade slashed straight at Grezel.

He subconsciously avoided the vital part, but half of his arm was still removed.

The arm cut off by the Sword of Judgment did not regenerate, that part of the soul was burned away by the attached flame, the feather disappeared, and the ashes fell into the dust.

The boy holding the sword stood in place, waved his wrist casually, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and stared at him with clear eyes: "Grazel."

"You are..." Grezel stepped back, clutching his broken arm, "You really came back."

"I've come to get my things back."

Syl's movement was almost impossible to catch, and the Judgment Sword chopped off another leg.

Dolores couldn't bear to look any further, and turned her back.

Grezel lost his balance and fell into the rolling dust of the battlefield. The severed limbs had disappeared. He couldn't feel the pain, and he just struggled to get closer to Dolores, "Isabella, Isabella... "

The tip of Syl's sword was already on Grezel's back.

The soul body cannot be hit by ordinary attacks, but it cannot use life-saving equipment and armor.Grezel was originally just a magician, and he had no chance of winning against a swordsman in melee. What's more, Syl's sword of judgment can cut everything in the world, including souls.

"Don't go any further." Searle stopped him. "She doesn't want to see you."

Grezel seemed to have never heard of it, and only looked at Dolores' back and said softly, "Isabella, look at me again."

"I've been waiting for you to come back...I love you, Isabella."

Syl's sword tip shook slightly, and he looked up.

Dolores didn't turn around, only a trembling voice came from behind: "You don't deserve it."

"Grazel, you don't deserve it."

After speaking, she strode away without looking back.

"Isa—"

"Pasha."

The sound of something cracking.

A majestic palace appeared in front of Syl, with snow-white pillars and colorful paintings on the huge dome... The ringing of crisp bells came from far away. A crown of jewels and red velvet.

Looking out from the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the snow-covered mountains in the distance.

There is a pack of wolves on the distant mountain, and the little silver fox jumps over the snow at the foot of the mountain, lying on the window glass and wagging its tail, with blue and warm eyes.

There are also palace attendants, guard captains, and civilians in the market. Countless pairs of eyes are watching him earnestly, and the voice echoes: "You must come back safely, Your Royal Highness."

"We've been here waiting for your return."

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already standing on the back of the giant dragon, passing through the blue sky and flowing clouds.

"Wow--" the dragon's wings swooped across the lake, causing splashes of water ten feet high.

The memory in the depths of the soul awakened little by little, and the sword of judgment in his hand was slightly hot.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the sky, and the pure white flame dyed the entire sky into the color of dawn, dispelling all the haze.

In Grezel's eyes, countless pairs of eyes seemed to be reflected on the black part of the Sword of Judgment, and the hatred in the eyes made him shudder.

Syl held the sword in both hands and thrust it into Grezel's chest.

"Judgment—"

"In the name of Nathaniel."