Imperial Crown

When the mist dissipated, an indescribable scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

On the vast fertile land outside the city of Mon'en, there were countless dense bones, almost surrounding the entire city in three layers!

When the coalition forces were attacked, the 100,000 skeleton soldiers were enough to scare people, but now the scale of the undead army outside the city of Mon'en is at least six or seven times that of the attack on them.

In the center of this vast undead creature, there stands a pale spire, which is so huge that it looks like a mountain of bones!

The gray-white undead breath flows and swallows around the spire, like clouds and fog. At first glance, the terrifying energy contained in it makes Raven a little scared.

Jude's body suddenly trembled, pointing to the sky and shouting:

"What is that...!?"

This immediately attracted the attention of Viscount John and Raven, and they turned their heads to look, only to see a gray-blue figure with a thick gray air blowing across the sky.

The tail is as thick as a beam and as sharp as a shovel; the claws are as thick as four fingers and as sharp as the claws of a giant siege crossbow; the wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun, with rotten wing membranes; the chest is wrapped in gray-white smoke and looks like the bottom of a ship.

On every joint, there is a green ghost fire burning.

Like a giant snake, there is a head as big as a house on the neck bone, and two straight giant horns on the top of the head. The left one is slightly defective, but it has not weakened its majesty at all. Two balls of green soul fire are burning in the deep pupils, and the huge mouth is as cold as that of an ancient giant crocodile!

"Bone Dragon!?" Judela's voice has been distorted.

The dragon, the strongest creature in the legend of Middles Continent, once ruled the entire continent for tens of thousands of years. Every adult dragon can reach at least the ninth level!

Even though they all know that this bone dragon cannot completely maintain its strength in life, even if it is only one percent, it is definitely not an existence that can be easily dealt with!

The bone dragon flew across the sky, and suddenly swooped to the east, where an army was fighting with the undead soldiers on the periphery.

The purple lightning fighting spirit was radiant, washing away the bones one by one.

"It's Viscount Fisher!" Judela called out the man's identity.

The bone dragon swooped down from the sky and flew close to the ground. Just as it was about to get close, it suddenly opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and the dead white undead fire roared out.

At this distance, even Raven couldn't see the details clearly, let alone hear the sound, but after a breath, both the undead and the living had stopped moving.

Even the purple electric light that was shining hard had disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"Dead...?" Judela's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Viscount Fisher... but he's a third-level!"

The third-level extraordinary died silently under the dragon's breath, without even a splash of water.

Viscount John was silent, but judging from the beard that was pulled out from the gap between his gauntlets, his mood was obviously not calm.

Raven began to warn himself again - I am just here to make soy sauce!

The bone dragon flapped its wings and soared, flew to the top of the spire and landed, raised its head and screamed to the sky!

"Ang——"

The sound vibrated, and the breath from the high-level undead made the undead creatures around the spire unconsciously have a little confusion.

The specific manifestation is that a first-level skeleton in the spire suddenly collapsed, and the green soul fire drifted out and was absorbed by this white bone spire.

Inside the spire is a towering dome, and under the dome is a disc-shaped space. On the high platform in the center is a black emblem, and around it are three skeleton thrones arranged in a triangle shape.

The "Dead Priest" of the Hand of Death Cult, the fifth-level necromancer "Sachni" sat on the throne in the center. He was wearing a black robe and a crown of bones inlaid with gold. His skin was withered and gray, his eye sockets were deep, his face was full of wrinkles, and his lips were almost invisible. There was only a slit that kept opening and closing:

"Fedilan, you have served the cult for many years. You have made great contributions to the development of the cult in the Nord Province to what it is today."

"But why did you lead 100,000 servants of my lord this time, wasting a huge amount of undead power, but not achieving any decent results?"

"Could it be that the so-called "good situation" now has made you dizzy?"

Fedilan was the necromancer who led the army to besiege the coalition forces of the five northwestern counties. Now he was kneeling on one knee on the ground.

Sachni's words were not heavy, but they made Fedilan very nervous.

Although he is also a fourth-level necromancer, only one step away from the fifth level, the difference between the fifth and fourth levels is much greater than the difference between the fourth and first levels.

At the fifth level, the extraordinary can add a "great" word in front of their profession, such as great knight, great priest, and great magician.

What's more, Sachni is not only a great magician, but also the highest commander of the Death Hand Cult in the Nord Province.

Ferdinand must explain this.

"Your Excellency the Archpriest, the root cause of this failure is that I really overestimated the nobles of the Nord Province!"

"The coalition forces of the five counties in the northwest are powerful, with a total of 20,000 troops, and the former war hero "Heavy Hammer" Morgan is the commander-in-chief. In order to be safe, I mobilized 100,000 servants and rushed forward as a whole!"

"In order to deal with Morgan, I prepared three fourth-level magics, and even prepared to ask Lord Gregory to take action immediately if the war goes badly!"

Gregory is the name of the skull dragon on the top of the spire.

"But I never thought that Morgan was powerless, and his soul was not even as strong as an ordinary soldier! You, like me, have been rooted in the Grace Province for many years, so you should be able to understand my helplessness!"

Sachni did understand, and he did not expect that the dignified Viscount Morgan would be weaker than an ordinary mortal: "Morgan is nothing, but there is also the fourth-level Viscount John in Xuefeng County among the five counties in the northwest."

"Why didn't you keep him?"

Fedilan shuddered and bowed his head: "Your Excellency the High Priest, I was not negligent at all. Even if I focused on Morgan, I sent Amber over, and sent out before and after. Five Plague Colossi should have been foolproof! "

"Unfortunately, the nobles from Snow Maple County were so elite and powerful that they rescued John at the last minute!"

"Especially the baron named Raven. He and his men alone dealt with two Plague Colossi. Entering and exiting the Undead Army was just like eating and drinking water!"

"After that, I sent 54 Undead Cavalry to pursue them, but they were all wiped out again!"

"In my opinion, the most elite soldiers in the entire Nord Province are the soldiers of Snow Maple County, and among them, Viscount John and Baron Raven are the most powerful!"

Speaking of this, Ferdinand actually blushed a little, but there was no way. He couldn't let him take all the blame, right?

Does he really have to admit that he doesn't know how to command a large army?

Unexpectedly, Satchani actually accepted this statement: "Oh, it turned out to be him, that's not surprising..."

Ferdilan was a little curious: "Master Priest, do you know Raven?"

"I've heard a little bit." Satchani said: "A few months ago, he held a so-called 'press conference', and Hyde of the Slater family and Gul'dan of the Fox family were present."

"At that time, I thought it was just the tip of the iceberg of corruption among the imperial nobles. Now I think that Slater and Fox had already seen the value of Raven and took the initiative to seek to win him over."

Value? Winning over?

Ferdilan felt a little strange.

Raven only had more than 30 people under him, and although there was a second-level one, it shouldn't be to this extent, right?

But since Satchani took the initiative to explain, Ferdilan would not correct it-if you value it, then value it, and if you don't value my failure, then that's fine.

Just then, the door of the spire opened, and someone walked in with crisp footsteps.

Originally, the smell in the room was a bit cold and corrupt, but when the figure walked in, a touching lavender scent suddenly filled the air, which made Ferdinand feel refreshed.

The figure walked to Sachni and bowed: "Your Excellency the Priest."

"Sit down." Sachni waved his sleeves, and the woman and Ferdinand sat on the two bone thrones on the left and right.

Taking off the hood, the woman's face was revealed. She had long silver-white hair as smooth as silk, amber eyes with a hint of purple, and a delicate and pretty face.

This person is the "Soul Saint" of the Death Hand Cult in the Nord Province, Parisil, a third-level necromancer.

Sachni asked, "What's the situation?"

"Reporting to the High Priest, I just received the confirmed news." Parisil's voice was clear and cold, like the cold wind in winter: "The coalition led by the Fox family has assembled and set off. There are three legions with a total of 17,000 people. They will arrive in Mon'en City in at least 20 days. Thomas, the pseudo-bishop of the Church of Light, and a group of pseudo-priests are in their team."

The voice echoed in the room, making Fedilan feel a little heavy: "... They still moved."

"It has been four months since the church launched the holy war." Sachni was not surprised by this:

"In addition to the Keynes Empire where we are now, all human forces including the Insa Empire, the Fitun City-States, the Kingdom of Lozeren, and the Kingdom of Bodomichi have the figures of my brothers and sisters fighting."

If this sentence is heard by the nobles outside, it will definitely cause an uproar, and it is very likely to change their original plans.

The turmoil in the Nord Province alone is not as serious as the turmoil that spreads across the five major human forces and spans the entire continent.

Sachni's focus was still on the Nord Province: "If no action is taken, it will attract the attention of Cairns XVI and he will transfer troops from the neighboring provinces. Governor Montreal Shiva Fox will probably be charged with poor governance."

Ferdin asked: "Then... Master Priest, what should we do?"

Sachni's face was calm: "Several counties around Mon'en City have been cleaned up by us. It will be difficult to collect enough and powerful souls even if we take the initiative to attack. There is no need to take the initiative to attack again. Gather all the people."

"When the gathering is completed, the nobles from various counties in the Nord Province should also gather together. At that time... we will attack with all our troops and catch them all in one fell swoop!"

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