"Stab her, my knight, let your daughter gain eternal life like you." Upon seeing the girl blocking the Dark knight's path, the Lich, filled with fervor, incessantly gave orders through the brand he had imprinted in the Dark Knight.
However, an unprecedented resistance was sent back through the brand to the Lich, causing its soul fire to flicker uncertainly.
"Bastard, what are you hesitating for?" The Lich, cloaked in an ancient black robe, landed on the ground and flew next to the Dark Knight. It grabbed the long spear in his hand and scolded, banging his faceguard which was topped by the bluish netherflame :
"Don't you want your daughter to have eternal life? To possess a body that won't feel fatigue, won't feel pain, won't be affected by those trivial emotions."
"..." Under the faceguard, the soul fire of the Dark Knight trembled fiercely and then a clear wave of soul intention was heard, "No!"
