Vlad's head flew up, and the flames began to burn from the broken part of his neck, spreading, his upper body, his hands, his feet, and soon he turned into ashes in the flames.

This time he cannot be reborn.

Roger smiled and said, "The living sacrifice of the Burial 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 place a mantra, but to untie the mantra. What you call immortality is just a special mantra."

"Now, tell me, Nicholas, how it feels to face death again,"

"This time, it's eternal death."

His words were full of ridicule. The war was over. The Knights, the Crusaders, and the Burial Clan were both defeated. From beginning to end, they were played with Roger in applause. There was only one real winner, the puppet master Roger.

Nicholas looked at him with blue eyes, with doubts and confusion in his eyes, but there was no sadness of the dead rabbit and the fox.

Roger sneered: "Isn't it strange that you used mind reading skills to me from the first day of the war, but you couldn't see through my tactics until the end of the war."

He stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, and the invisible puppet lines emerged from his fingers. Although there was no color, Nikola could clearly feel their existence.

"My puppet line can peek at memories and seal them up. What you see in your mind reading technique is what I let you see from beginning to end."

"And in the Knocked Valley, there is only one person who knows all my strategies and tactics. Jessos, who you have never met before. You have completely ignored the master of this Bomb Man Alliance. How stupid you are, who thinks you are smart."

This time the strategy and tactics were planned and executed by Roger and Jessos, and no one else knew about it, even Kovo was kept in the dark.

Jessus was hidden in the inferior cavalry team, while Roger was hidden behind the scenes. They cooperated perfectly in this war.

Nicholas was not depressed, but instead smiled admiringly.

"You have grown up, puppet master. I'm happy to admit that you have grown to a height I expected."

Roger said: "I will return all the offenses of the burial church to me,"

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

Roger said: "I'm not in a hurry to kill you. In addition, I'll tell Rasviken for me that Elizabeth and Leana and Shadia were huddling in Candin. I've already recorded all their heads."

"I will convey it truthfully", Nicholas' evil smile disappeared into the flames.

All the remaining flame prisoners were 30% Mars, and then Mars gathered into the fire circle. Finally, they disappeared with the fire circle, but the injured headless hell horse did not disappear.

Roger glanced at it with interest, and he jumped down from the mountain. He quickly landed on the ground and walked into the swamp, and walked to the headless hell horse.

The hell horse with two spears stuck in his body neighed and retreated, as if he was very scared of the puppet master who killed the former master.

It has no head, the sound comes from the neck, and all its emotions are expressed through hissing and limb movements.

Roger said: "Since I have the instinct of survival, I will give you a chance to survive."

"Forget the pitiful and incompetent Vlad and surrender to me. What I will give you will be far more than before."

The cold words and commanding tone had no room for negotiation. The headless hell horse let out two more roars, but this time it did not retreat, but instead roared with its hooves bent in a kneeling position.

In death and survival it chose the latter and surrendered to the new master in front of it.

Roger laughed and pulled out the two rifles on its body. The puppet lines entered its body one by one to make it clear about the blood in its body. The blood dripped down its puppet lines. When the flames burned again, its body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It seems that I am better suited to control you than Vlad",

He peeked into the memory of Hell Horse and said: "Flying, traveling through space, controlling fire, unknown curse, rare and practical ability. Fearing water, blood, obvious weaknesses, you are lucky, I can help you overcome your weaknesses."

He turned over and tied the reins, and the hell horse roared and carried him out of the swamp.

The Knights broke through the encirclement and headed straight to the Goat Head Stele, exhausted, injured and poisoned. This most elite cavalry regiment in the mainland suffered the most painful failure in two hundred years.

But when they walked out of the Kilnit Valley, it started to drizzle in the sky. In the valley, the plains outside the valley were full of corpses, and incomplete corpses left by the Crusaders.

The rain washed the ground, washed the broken limbs and arms, and also hit Emil's face coldly. He swept the faces of the Knights one by one.

The fatigue on their faces was clear at a glance, but their eyes were still shining with unyielding fighting spirit. What kind of army is this? It can rush for five days, sleeplessly, face ten times their own troops without fear, and completely defeat the army of flame prisoners without pain, but in the end it was defeated by the despicable puppet master.

The Crusaders had retreated, and he had to retreat. No matter how elite the Knights were, they could no longer conquer this valley and could not kill the abominable puppet master.

Emil smiled bitterly and said, "Two hundred years ago, the Knights had a first defeat in the Puppet Master Legion. Two hundred years later, the Puppet Master was defeated by the Puppet Master again. Is this fate?"

What kind of humiliation and blows are it when an invincible corps leader speaks about "destiny"?

Twelve years ago, he joined the Knights Templar with great enthusiasm. The Prophet Fatima personally baptized him and prayed for him, making an exception to promote this baby-faced swordsman of a poor family to a knight.

The knights on the mainland have strict thresholds, and many poor people will never be able to advance to the position of knights throughout their lives. This is a dream honor for the poor, and the same is true for Emil. If it weren't for Fatima, he would have never had the chance to be with the knights with a word.

So he was grateful to the prophets, thanks to the Holy See, studied the teachings hard, and swore allegiance to the Holy See. However, there were so many thorns and bumps along the way.

How can he face the prophet in the face of such a pale face

"Captain, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. There is no undefeated corps, and the Knights are no exception. You are the leader of the regiment and have the responsibility to lead the Knights to be reborn from the ashes." Neodao.

Emil turned around and looked at him gratefully, and he wiped the rain from his face and ordered the Knights to adjust the array to retreat.

A sewing beast flew out of the Deadly Head Valley, and a letter fell as it flew over Emil's head. He reached out to take the letter, and the pure white angel wing badge on the envelope came into view. It was not completed.
Chapter completed!