Commodus Antoninus, 10 years old. The Beyelan royal bloodline, which was not cut off by the Dark Lord, took back the great country. As a prince, the whole world is extremely beautiful to Commodus.

The Duke of the South is particularly fond of him, and everything in the world seems like a dream.

One night, the young prince could not fall asleep. He walked past the sleeping servants, along the corridor of Sanssouci Palace, and came to a brightly lit room. There, he saw his father being treated by the senator.

surrounded by ministers.

"This is an order. Blocking magic is an order."

The king threw the pen in his hand on the table.

"I think we've heard enough stories about hunters and liars."

A senator rejected the king without respect. No one criticized such rude behavior. The senators, generals and ministers all talked about budgets and new provinces.

This is not the leader of the country, he is clearly a greedy businessman and a pawn.

The 10-year-old prince could already understand their conversation. Based on common sense, conscience and simple belief in justice, Commodus believed that the actions of the senators were wrong!

The next day, the prince told his friend, the Princess of the South, who was destined to become the queen, about what happened last night. The little girl asked him like this:

"What should a king do?"

"Leadership," the prince replied without hesitation, "give your subordinates a goal, show them a great cause, and lead them!"

"But everyone has their own ideas and lives," the girl asked. "I heard that before each bill is voted on, it will be in the living room of the big shots..."

enough!

The prince shouted in his heart, and then expressed his will in a very high voice:

"If someone picks up the napkin on the right first, then everyone else has to pick up the napkin on the "right";

"If you take the left napkin, everyone will pick up the left napkin. They have to do that. This is called "order."

"And this 'person who can pick up the napkin' must be a character who is 'respected' by thousands of people."

…

The wails of the wounded soldiers echoed across the sky.

Alombis's volley shot the soldiers around Commodus at extremely close range, leaving corpses scattered all over the field. The wild beast lost control and began to slaughter the living people around it crazily. Those soldiers and extraordinary people who were lucky enough to survive were not

If you run away, you will become a mess.

"I am the King of Beyelan, and I have picked up the "napkin"...

"Will override must be restarted..."

Commodus was vomiting as the world was spinning. His helmet had been blown away by shrapnel, and his eyes were covered with sticky blood. He dragged his extremely heavy body crawling through the mud and water, pulling at water plants and dead wood.

“My head hurts so much, I can’t move my body.

"Want to vomit...

"It's just a slight injury, is it so uncomfortable..."

In the intense pain, Commodus saw scenes from the past flashing by in a trance. That was a long time ago, before he received the blessing of nightmares.

Consciousness overwriting is a powerful ability that can subvert the sanity of an extraordinary person and drag the subject into a fantasy world. The more powerful the caster is, the greater the scope and extent of the influence. However, as a price, the caster needs to bear a heavy burden

The mental burden - constructing illusory dreams for all those who accept the suggestion.

Commodus' hint of blessing the entire army has been interrupted. The army that was originally under incredible good discipline suddenly woke up from a nightmare. Troll warriors ran everywhere like rabbits, and humans attacked across the board for the undead base.

The soldiers were in an indescribable confusion. Under the ruins, swamps and shelling, the squadron could not find the brigade, the soldiers could not find the officers, and fell into collective chaos.

Even Erza, who was summoned by the Nightmare Horn, shed the form of a mythical creature and landed on the Pyramid of Zul'Haka.

This is part of accepting the suggestion, just like the contract whispered in the ethereal realm. When you sink into a dream, you accept the alien god of nightmares into your consciousness. He will demand a price - just like the roots of a big tree emerging from the soil.

Get nutrients.

The gift from the outer gods has already been marked with a price.

Now, the price has been paid.

Commodus reached out his hand, grabbed the holy sword that fell aside, and stood up from the muddy water.

He defended himself loudly:

"My actions are not motivated by selfishness or selfish desires. I am not based on the pursuit of power or the desire to dominate someone... I have a "patriotic heart" and everything I do is for this country. It is me.

An action taken based on the judgment that it is "absolutely indispensable.""

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the Holy Sword of Enduil.

At this moment, a deathly silent wail came from behind. The world suddenly became silent and dark, leaving only the faint wail and a darkness. A pair of eyes shining with blood were staring at him emotionlessly.

Under the dark and deep shadows, a heart-stopping low roar echoed, which was particularly captivating amidst the screams and moans that filled the world.

“Hoo, ho—”

Slow breathing gathered between the visor and helmet. The sound of breathing seemed to cover the big black-armored hands, dripping with blood, passing through the desperate cry, crossing the void and strangling the throat.

"Stagnation - the cage."

Commodus' whole body trembled, his hair stood on end, and his dry throat squirmed. Suspense and confusion spread down his spine like melting ice water.

The power of the nightmare that had just been paid could not be exerted, and no matter how much he called, there was no response. Commodus felt that his sense of hearing, smell, and vision had been completely deprived, and only some kind of fear rooted in primitive instincts was entrenched here.

Huh? I can’t move my legs?

"I, I can't move?" The Kingslayer felt that he had truly been deprived of everything in this world.

dark,

Endless darkness!

There seems to be thick and turbid breathing in the darkness, and there seems to be a dull and crazy heartbeat. What's worse, it seems that hearing and vision have been completely lost, completely filled and filled with that crazy darkness!

Commodus fell into a mysterious cage woven by psychic energy. The invisible energy field captured him from the air, depriving him of the ability to perceive and act.

Griffith came waving his authority. The War Knight created a powerful psychic barrier that enveloped the enemy, depriving him of his five senses and losing his judgment and ability to act!

Commodus screamed desperately, praying to all the gods who could remember their names on the edge of destruction. Finally, a voice in the darkness answered him.

"Zheng——!"

With a crisp sound, the two swords clashed, splashing out with a shrill white light. The vision suddenly faded away, and the world returned to movement and color without any warning. The wind roared, and overwhelming death blows crisscrossed between the sword blades!

Enduil's blade moved Commodus' body!

What responded to him in despair was the fate of the Beyeland royal family and the will of the brave and fearless Beyeland army!

Both sides did not dodge. Griffith slashed Commodus's shoulder with his sword. Enduil, the sword of the king, moved with his sword holder and counterattacked, piercing Griffith's left hand!

The two holy swords danced wildly in the blood foam.

The smell of blood seemed rich and sweet in the air. Griffith and Commodus only fought for less than ten seconds. The blood flowing out of their bodies almost dyed the water under their feet bright red. They stepped on it and splashed.

The rising blood blended with the falling blood pieces, like red cherry blossoms flying all over the sky.

Griffith pressed Commodus to attack. The aftermath of the sword swept over a knight who came to help, and chopped him to the ground with one sword strike.

The sword wind tore the air apart, and the airtight attack was as oppressive as suffocation. The lightning-fast confrontation even surpassed the limits of Commodus' body and consciousness. He was just instinctive, and was carried away by the saint who carried the fate of the Beyelan royal family.

Pull the sword and fight back like a puppet on a string!

The undead ship Alombis dropped ghouls to reinforce it, but as soon as it reached the edge of the battle, it was smashed to pieces by Nduil's sweep.

Even the space, light and shadow were stirred and turned into a raging frenzy, and the air echoed with shrill shouts.

At the end of the tragedy, the generals of the two armies faced each other one on one.

Kill Griffith and the undead army will immediately return to dust.

Kill Commodus, and the scattered remnants of the army will return to the victor's command!

All the reckless men who dared to intervene in their duel were chopped down in the aftermath of the battle. The two fought from the swamp under the city wall to the broken gap.

Commodus's armor was split open, and a majestic vision of the former king appeared to protect him. It was shattered into dots of light on the spot. The king's protection that protected Commodus was shattered by Griffith's army.

However, the broken luck won a flash of lightning!

Commodus counterattacked with a jumping chop, making a dent in Griffith's breastplate. Several ribs were shattered in an instant, and Griffith staggered back several steps, his eyes spinning, and blood splattered from his mouth.

, dripping all over the body.

"It's now! Keep the distance now. As long as we can get rid of the mysterious realm that blocks us, we can reorganize the army!"

Commodus drew out the throwing spear he carried with him. The weapon made of fine gold showed its sharp edge, stretched out the barrel of the spear, and threw it out!

Griffith pulled out Yitian with his left hand, and the lightning and flint blocked the nearby projection.

"It's not over yet, Griffith, let's end it the way the Byerland soldiers do!" Commodus tried his best, "throw the spear three times!"

With the second blow, Griffith's helmet was blown off and the gun left a deep bloody gash on his forehead.

On the third throw, Commodus shot through Griffith's shoulder armor.

In the blood splashing, Commodus succeeded and chased forward, passing through the blood rain and water spray.

At this moment, Commodus sheathed his sword and pierced the enemy's abdomen with his backhand. However, just when he wanted to sheath his sword, he could not pull it out.
To be continued...