One hour ago...

Twilight Fortress, everyone in the world does not want to be exposed to the sight of this fortress, because they all clearly understand that if the twilight enemy stands in front of the Twilight Fortress, they will see the scenery as early as the end of the century.

The power of creation is to break even part of the world's existence.

However, in this fortress, there are not many people stationed, and even the army is not considered a... In the huge fortress, the scenery at the sight is purple-black made of the strongest black stone, giving people a kind of oppressive and dull visual sense. If humans live in this fortress for a long time, their spirits will definitely fall into madness because the surrounding environment is filled with a kind of solemnity.

The sorcerer hidden in the tranquility, the purple-black walls in the fortress were painted with dark red blood. Judging from the color, it must have been a long time since it was.

It was human blood, but there were no corpses under the blood, because the corpses all lived in this fortress, yes... In this fortress, the corpses came alive, and there were undead everywhere, as if patrolling, the carrion on their bodies emitted an unpleasant smell, the bones and minced meat were exposed outside the body, with sluggish skin and dry hair.

This is a world belonging to the dead. You can see everywhere wearing rusty clothes and holding blades that are so blunt that they cannot be called weapons. The living person seems to be unable to find in this world full of flesh and blood.

The only thing is, perhaps, this world full of minced meat, the only pure place, is at the top of the watchtower at the top of the Dusk Fortress, along the corridor from bottom to top of the Dusk Fortress, the windows in the sky are slightly open, and the orange sunset is shining in this small and dark lookout...

The slowly descending sun was reflected in the deep eyes of the sea, with long golden hair and white skin. A girl sat on a table near the window, wearing a white robe and holding her legs, and leaning against the bed, staring blankly at the sun that was approaching dusk.

"Sister... Sir... What should I do..." The girl's eyes were a little hollow, as if she was trapped in deep memories... In this strange and solemn space, the girl seemed so helpless and buried her head silently in her knees.

A voice kept echoing in the girl's mind: "If you want your sister to survive, you need more souls, the soul of the dead! Go and kill with your own hands! Lancelo!"

The girl who recalled the bad things raised her head and looked at the surrounding environment in panic, but found that there was no change and she breathed a sigh of relief.

This girl watching the top of the watchtower is Lancelo... Now Lancelo has completely lost his elegant and domineering spirit as a "blood-stained follower" and has completely become a soft girl.

I am not brave or strong. Lancelo held his legs and closed his eyes tightly. Tears blew out of the corners of his eyes. When I was killing people, I was afraid, and my heart trembled... Every time my heart was about to collapse, I could only use crying to vent.

But even when crying, I can only cry secretly in this corner, because I want to play an omnipotent servant in front of my sister, and my cowardly side cannot be exposed to my sister.

"How does it feel to look directly at my sin?" Luo Qianhuan's scarlet pupils and the smile on his lips passed in Lancelo's mind, but that sentence was deeply engraved in Lancelo's heart. He never forgot it, never forgot it, and even dreamed that he would meet the situation of fighting Luo Qianhuan again, just like a dream demon that has always bothered Lancelo.

Nearly collapse!

Dusk Fortress, the dusk you see here is the most beautiful. Lancelo and his servants have liked to come here to see the falling sunset since childhood. However, when the person he serves is entangled by that disease and the old king goes crazy... everything has changed. Lancelo looks at his hands, his very perfect arm, and has an ivory feeling, but the color on it is indeed shocking scarlet.

The last time I saw the sunset with my sister...that was it? Lancelo silently looked at the blood-stained walls around me. After the old king passed away, the empire was in chaos. The entire empire regarded his sister as prey. Because he seized the young princess, the entire Twilight Empire would be under its control.

What a wonderful temptation, including these soldiers serving in the dusk fortress.

This is the first request my sister made to herself, she wanted to come to the fortress to watch the sunset.

Lancelo remembered what happened before, and a desolate smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The empire's hot heirs came to the dusk fortress as if they were like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. Everyone wanted to catch the heirs, and of course all those who wanted to threaten their sister were killed... Lancelo's blood-stained hands formed a huge contrast with his white skin, and they were still trembling...

They were all killed by themselves by themselves. When they came the second time, they had become the most evil spirits.

"Sorry..." Lancelo buried his head in his knees again and kept tears. For the deceased, apology cannot play any role, but it will make him feel better when he is close to his collapse.

My growth history is a long list of deaths. I guess my sins are the same as the holy sword said... But Lancelo didn't feel regretful.

Even if I am already unable to be tolerated by this world, it is enough to have someone willing to accommodate me, my dear sister...

Because Osora ran away, His Highness the Princess has been suffering from illness and cannot stay here anymore... Using this opportunity of war, he can gather the souls he needed to heal his sister at one time.

Lancelo tightened the white robe on his body, and when he raised his head again, he no longer had the weak girl expression on his face, but the perfect and elegant blood-stained follower.

Slowly stomping his unskinned feet on the ground, Lancelo took off his white robe and exposed his barren body, but he had a thrilling beauty like a statue carefully crafted by an artist.

The bloody smell on the deacon suit was too strong, and Lancelo didn't want to wear it at all, but in front of his sister, this was what he should be.

No matter how many people you kill, it doesn't matter. As long as you can heal your sister, Lancelo put on a black and white deacon suit, then grabbed the white gloves and started to put them on. No matter how much you wash the white gloves, the dark red blood stains were still visible. Finally, he tied up his shoulder-length golden hair with a hairband in front of the mirror, and picked up a simple iron sword without any decoration leaning against the corner of the wall.

The terrifying blood-stained follower appeared again. Lancelo waved the blade in his hand, and his appearance reflected on the sword. It looked like he was. Every time he saw his appearance, he was exactly the same as his sister... like a shadow.

The only difference is probably that my sister's eyes are as pure as the sky, while her eyes are as blue as the sea.

For my sister, it doesn’t matter even if I am enemies of the world, because I am...Lanslow, the blood-stained follower!

"This sound, the sound of horse riding? And the howling of monsters." Lancelo's keen five senses instantly sensed a strange sound in the dusk forest located under the dusk mountain range.

Lancelo ran to the window of the observation deck, and narrowed his eyes to the scenery in the grassland 1,000 meters away, instantly appeared in front of Lancelo.

An army! The flag above is the legion of the Sun Empire, but the leader is indeed...

Valkyrie of the Starry Night!

Looking at the figure sitting on the lion running in front of him, Lancelo's heart trembled. It was not Sethili, but the sleeping suta who was holding in Sethili's arms, the incredible holy sword Luo Qianhuan...

Lancello, his dream demon, didn't know what kind of feelings he had for this holy sword that had met several times.

The most certain thing is that you are unwilling to accept it. Being defeated is not... being unwilling to accept it when you see yourself cowardly! Lancelo held his hands tightly and then estimated the direction of the march of the army.

It turned out to be the fortress at dusk? Lancelo was stunned...

How many people have only been? They ran to the fortress without any scruples. If they hadn't reached the range of "Creation of the World", this army would have been bombarded as a slap!

Can't they not know that the famous "Break of Creation" was bitten by Cupid in their heads?

Lancelo couldn't understand the death behavior of these guys. He thought so much, he wanted to blow this holy sword away with one shot! But the Queen of the King seemed to fall in love with this Holy sword. Although Lancelo felt a little sad inside, since it was something that the Queen of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the

But we can't watch the army rush to the fortress without any reason, and deter it... Let them see the power of "creation of the world" with their own eyes, and Lancelo looked at the lush forest under the dusk mountains.

There seems to be an extra sinkhole in this forest... Lancelo closed his eyes and issued an order to the undead in the entire dusk fortress as the general!

"Start the goal of Creation..., right ahead!"

Gala Gala, whether it is a zombie or a skeleton, they moved their stiff bodies and walked to a huge crystal floating in the sky, emitting a glimmer of light, and began to operate under the crystal.

The most essential difference between the undead on the God-given Continent and the undead on the Scourge Legion is the soul fire in the eyes. The soul fire of the undead on the God-given Continent is filthy black, while the soul fire of the Scourge Legion is the ice blue representing the will of the Lich King!

The painted black soul fire appears like a fireflies, anywhere inside the entire dusk fortress. Night is coming, and the dead are active!

Lancelo did not see the movements of the undead below. Even if they died, their wisdom was still not low and they would act accurately according to the orders they issued. Lancelo was afraid of the undead and all creatures that were resurrected from the dead, so Lancelo stepped out of the roof of the dusk fortress, jumped into the territory of the Twilight Empire, and ran towards the imperial capital where the princess was located at an incredible speed.
Chapter completed!