After that, a very deep voice sounded from the long sword in the duke's hand.

"So you've long treated us like inferior people, lowly farmers, and garbage worse than dogs?"

The Duke looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, and before he could answer, another voice full of hatred sounded from the long sword.

"That is, your invitation, reward, promotion, encouragement to us.... All of this is to use us to die? ”

"No...."The Duke looked at the sword in his hand, and then at Halwick not far away. No! This.... It's a scam! It's an illusion! It's the magic of Harwick! ”

"Indeed." A third, almost sobbing sounded from the sword. "If it weren't for his illusion magic, we wouldn't have seen your true side yet!"

"We became this for you! Because you gave the order! We're attacking the mages who helped us, benefited us, and promised to save us in the future! ”

"It is because of your orders that we continue to fight despite the adverse circumstances; It is because of your orders that we became like this after we died, and we still follow you and fight for you. And you, that's what you think of us? ”

After saying this, the voice began to cry. Then, more weeping sounded from the sword--- and even the few men with shields beside Halwick began to cry.

These cries are intertwined, getting louder and louder, more and more real, more and more painful.

Yuan Sen looked at the ashes and ruins around him, and a feeling rose in his heart---- this intertwined cry was simply an elegy for the funeral of this castle, this kingdom, and this duke.

"Let's go." In the midst of a cry, one such voice sounded somewhere. "There's no need to play for him anymore."

For a moment, countless points of light floated out from the long sword in the duke's hand. The Duke stretched out his other hand, as if trying to catch the scattered point of light, but it was halfway up and put it down again. After that, he himself fell to his knees, and the bones in his body trembled.

"Is it painful?" Halwick watched as the points of light floated up into the sky and disappeared into thin air. After a while, he walked towards Duke Lucill. "Is it uncomfortable?"

"A little magic can kill me.," the Duke looked up at the mage in front of him. That's true. ”

"Because you're weak." Halwick laughed. "I thought I had survived the difficulties, but I was completely exposed--- weak like a fool."

"Why do you think I'm asking you those questions? You're trying to stall for time to get my men close to me. Wouldn't I have wanted to prepare magic to create such an illusion in order to corrupt your spirit? ”

The Duke jerked to his feet and rushed towards Harwick. As he got closer, the red spear appeared in his hand and stabbed at Halwick.

This time, however, the spear was not as effective as it had been against the Phantom. A golden light flashed in front of Harwick, easily blocking the spear.

"This is also the garbage that only the weak will study." Halwick looked at the gun and said. "It works wonders against your own men, but it's very weak against your enemies... Litter. ”

With that, the scales appeared behind him. Next, the duke, who was still trying to attack, was crushed to the ground.

"Huh? Isn't there a fool who insists on following you and being loyal to you even if you abandon you? "When the Duke fell, Harwick let out a sound of feigned surprise." Or had this fool been consumed in the use of the Sword of Punishment before? ”

"You bastard!" The Duke looked up, looked at Halwick, and cursed. "You lowly bastard..."

"I advise you to think carefully when you use your words." With a slight wave of his hand, the Duke was pressed down three centimeters deep. "Now I am the one who holds your life in my hands!"

"Haha... Hahaha.... Hahahaha! The Duke laughed. All right! You win! ”

"But what's the use? The kingdom is destroyed! Your students are dead, too! Next, you go to the peasants outside the castle and become their prime minister! Then, die with the beasts when they attack! ”

"Not necessarily." Halwick said, looking at the dissipating points of light around him. "Counting the quantity and quality of the sacrifices, it's almost enough."

"What do you mean?" The Duke was surprised.

"Didn't you ask before, what I'm doing isn't like that, don't you understand what I'm doing? I'll tell you right now. ”

As he spoke, Halwick glowed with the scarlet glow that --- had seen during the explosion.

"Spirit... Soul stripping? The Duke was surprised. You...."

"You've done a small and superficial study to find a little way to harness this energy, and you've called it 'Soul Stripping.'" Halwick snorted. "I don't understand the essence of it at all!"

"To me, it's called 'Divine Grace.'"

"Divine grace?" The Duke was surprised. "This..."

"It's very powerful." Halwick said. "The effects and potential are almost endless."

"Now, with its effect, the energy that escaped from the previous death can be collected and utilized. Can your small research have such an effect? ”

"You... Who are you trying to attack with this power? "The duke was lying there, trying to turn his head, but he couldn't." What other enemies? ”

"What a rude barbarian." Halwick said. "Why would you, after seeing this power, think of attacking anyone with it? Wouldn't it be nice to use it to do something more appropriate? ”

As he spoke, the scarlet glow spread out and permeated the larger area around him. As it spread, the light dimmed a lot.

Harwick also chanted.

"O great God, your servant has offered you sacrifices. The richest, the most delicious, your favorite offering! ”

"Ask for your grace! Pray for your blessings! ”

After shouting like this, the scarlet light around him became brighter. A moment later, countless points of light emerged from above, --- from Duke Lucill's sword, and then dissolved in this scarlet light.

"You.—" The Duke watched as Harwick did it. Didn't you say before that in order to achieve liberation, you need to study magic? ”