Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 624 You are truly my good son, Manfred
The giant snake disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The darkness dissipated from his eyes, and the dim light reflected in Manfred's eyes. He seemed to see a city in the sky, with endless dark clouds surrounding the circular palace. The design without a dome allowed him to intuitively feel the distance from the sky.

A giant red crystal that is 30 meters high is inserted in the center of the circular palace. The ground is covered with murals of various four-winged dragons, accompanied by unknown words as explanations.

Roughly speaking, the diameter of this palace is at least a thousand meters, an incredible area.

And Imric, whose mind he wanted to control, was standing in front of the red crystal with his hands folded across his chest, seemingly waiting for a long time.

When Imric saw the highly nervous Manfred, he couldn't help but feel ridiculous. He really didn't know if these vampires had brain convulsions, and they dared to do such things as mental invasion.

However, if it were someone else, and they encountered a black magic master headed by Nagash, they might have no choice but to appoint him as a puppet, but unfortunately they encountered unreasonable people.

After the disguise magic took effect, Manfred was really fooled. He was indeed the Earl of Sylvania who had both loyalty and filial piety and the brightest view of the overall situation. His courage was commendable.

After finishing the taunting in his heart, Imric clapped his hands and sent a congratulatory message to Manfred.

"Welcome to the ancient dragon city, I prefer to call it Fam Azra, a place that provides shelter for souls, the last Earl of Sylvania - His Excellency von Carstein."

"What do you mean?" Manfred felt that the last title was meaningful. Although he nominally inherited Conrad's title, according to the laws of the empire, the only person who inherited the title of Count Otto was Vlad.

A chair suddenly appeared from behind Imrik. He sat on it peacefully and answered calmly,

"It's not interesting. I just suddenly wanted to see the warm scene of father and son getting together. For me, who regards my father as a role model in my life, maybe the way you get along with your father can make me change my mind. Do you think so? I hope Count Vlad von Carstein of Lvania, or Prince Vashanesh of Khemri.”

In Manfred's disbelieving gaze, a man with pale long hair appeared from his shadow, wearing a blood ring on his finger, with eternal arrogance in his eyes, and a familiar face.

It all means one thing, he is back.

Vlad, who had escaped from the shadow of the Vampire, twisted his body, allowing his soul that had been bound for a long time to stretch, and took a few steps to the side with a natural expression, keeping a distance from Manfred.

He stroked his nose, fearing that the important parts would turn into a severely vampiric and ugly appearance. After finding that he was as straight as ever, he felt quite satisfied, and even his tone was a little surprised.

"I prefer the name Vlad. Vashanesh is already in the past. There is no place for me in the desert."

Imrik said with regret, as if he suddenly realized something.

"That's such a pity. I thought Nagash's legacy should be inherited by you, not by the barbarian beside you who was born in the empire."

Vlad glanced at Manfred, who was still vigilant, and felt more and more disappointed. He had witnessed many actions of the vampire, but he did not expect that he would not inherit even a trace of Carstein's nobility.

But due to his father's psychological influence, he still provided some excuses,
"Birth does not determine whether you are noble or not, strength and will are the proof of being a king."

Imric clapped again. This is true. Strength is the proof of the king. Vlad can get high praise from many people. Eloquence is a very key factor.

"Then does this blood descendant have proof that he is king?" Vlad began to look at Manfred squarely this time. After a long stare, he chose to shake his head in denial.

"He has some merits... but... he is not a qualified ruler. He is too greedy for power, but does not know how to maintain this power. Fear and conspiracy are means, not ends."

"Enough!" Manfred was finally unbearable. He had been trying to surpass Vlad all his life. In order to avoid the fate of his brother Conrad, he strictly monitored his mages to avoid any omissions. During the war, Sudden rebellion.

But all of this is not worth mentioning in Vlad's eyes, and it seems that the result of his efforts is just clown behavior.

"Your rule is too weak. The kingdom of the dead does not need trivial authority and honor. It needs bones and wars. Let the whole world become a paradise for the silent!"

Vlad, who was suddenly criticized by his son, did not want to explain too much. Stubbornness was one of the few inherited traits of Manfred. The desire for power was rooted in every Carstein. This was a curse and destiny.

He drew his blood-drinking sword, but it was aimed at Imric.

"I'm sorry to let you see an unhappy father-son reunion, but as a father, you have to do something for your children, otherwise Isabella will blame me for not fulfilling my husband's obligations."

Imrik leaned out half of his body. Compared to Manfred, who was cautiously looking for possible opportunities for a breakthrough, Vlad remained calm after appearing. He seemed to have anticipated the fate that followed, and chose to accept it with great calmness.

"Even if the hope of resurrection is lost here and the soul is completely annihilated? You should know that crushing your two souls is as easy as crushing ants. This is my country, a place that is beyond the reach of mortals."

Vlad showed a hint of relief, not caring about this reality.

"I'm just looking for Isabella again. I really hope these two sons can save me some trouble after I die."

Manfred seemed quite moved at this time, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a touch of respect.
"Father……"

Imrik seemed to have had enough of this scene of father and son getting together, and snapped his fingers to stop the roaring storm in the sky.

"It's a nice reunion between father and son, but I still give you a piece of information. After listening to it, how about you make a decision?"

Faced with Vlad's doubts and Manfred's disbelieving expression, Imric told something that might be well known,
"Your blood ring was stolen by your dearest son. Of course, it might just be done for research purposes. But who knows, after all, there is indeed some coincidence in this time. The most important thing is on the eve of the decisive battle. The loss of the artifact happened to give the empire the opportunity to complete its reversal."

Vlad's confused face became solemn, and he carefully recalled the scene before the decisive battle in Altdorf. As long as he defeated William III, the high priest of Sigmar, he would have the throne of the emperor.

But all this disappeared when the blood ring was stolen. Furious, he ordered the entire army to attack, and finally died under a wooden stake together with William III.

The disappearance of the ring, Manfred's performance in the siege...

Vlad slowly pointed the sword at his dearest son, and his handsome face finally revealed a smile full of oppression.
"You are such a good son to me, Manfred."

(End of this chapter)