"Victor?" The Queen of Iceland saw the Viking heads on the ground and said in surprise, "How is it possible? You have obviously...!"
"Dying, not far from death? That's right." Victor opened his eyes. His mouth did not move, and he seemed to be using some kind of telepathy to communicate with the people around him.
"I also thought I was dead. But when I still had a glimmer of consciousness, you froze my body with the eternal ice coffin. So I fell into a deep sleep until..."
"Until I wake you up and send my photons to you!" The succubus Beldolice, whose whole body was frozen with only one head left, said, "Hahahahahaha! That's it! You are not an undead spirit at all. I am here
Unconsciously created an Emerald Knight!"
"Father, father?" Tristan came up and said.
"What's your name, kid?" the Viking asked.
"Tristan." The fish-man boy cried.
"I always feel like... I have always seen you in my dreams. It was such a long dream. When I woke up, the child was already so big. The color of your hair is exactly the same as Lilith's. It's such a beautiful color."
The fishman boy was choked with sobs and could not speak.
"Please name the knight who defeated me."
"I am Arthur, Arthur Kell...no, Arthur Pantorakon." Arthur came up and said, his voice was so low that only Victor could hear it.
"Pantolaken!" The giant's eyes widened, as if he suddenly realized, "You are that guy's son. No wonder! Hahahaha! It's the same as before, it's a really fun battle!"
"Then, Arthur, hurry up and kill that succubus! If it takes a long time, I will regenerate, and then I will have to fight again! For this kind of battle, one fight is enough!"
Knight Arthur picked up the sword and walked towards the succubus.
"No! Don't!!" Tristan held on to the knight's leg, "If you kill her, your father will disappear too!!"
"Let him go, Tristan." The Mermaid Queen said,
"It's...enough." She held the head of the man she once loved dearly. Although she was in tears, her face looked happy and satisfied.
"Let him go, son." Victor, the legendary Viking hero, closed his eyes in the arms of his beloved woman, "I have been dreaming for so long, and I am already a little sleepy. Now, it is time for me to rest in peace."
Tristan cried quietly and let go of his hand. Arthur walked up to the succubus: "Tell me, what does Morgan want to do? Is he seeking revenge from me?"
"Hahahahaha, Knight Arthur, don't overestimate yourself!" The witch sneered disapprovingly, "Queen Morgan just sent me to accompany you to relieve your boredom! Kill me, and then drink my blood -----
-This way you can be saved!"
"I don't need charity from the succubus." Arthur frowned disdainfully.
"Alms? No!" The witch laughed crazily, shaking a lot of frost off her frozen neck. "Live on, Knight Arthur! Live to witness the end of this world! This is what Queen Morgan wants from you."
Saw it!
No matter how hard you struggle, you can't change the fate of the world, and no matter what you do, you can't escape the fate of destruction!
So, live on! Witness the cruel world of living until the last moment!"
Arthur frowned deeply, raised the spearhead of the golden trident, and smashed the succubus's head into pieces with one blow.
He did not rush to take the succubus' blood, but turned his head to look at the rising sun in the east sky.
"Father..." Tristan looked at Victor's head that was gradually frozen by the frost.
The early morning light shone on Victor's peaceful face, and he finally fell asleep forever.
Queen Lilith of Iceland hugged her son and hugged him tightly, "Be strong. From now on, it will be just the two of us."
"Queen...Mother." The fishman prince snuggled into the queen's arms and sobbed softly.