Imperial Crown

Just as the bone dragon took off.

On an unnamed hillside west of Monen City, Margaret opened her eyes and looked up at the sky.

Under her was a carefully drawn magic circle called "Olihajir", which could greatly increase the power of magic.

A spider-web-like black gas seeped out of Margaret's body and flowed into the ground. It was transformed into dark blue fluorescent dots by the magic circle, floating up into the air, forming a disc shape, and slowly moving in a counterclockwise direction.

The black gas became thicker and thicker, and the body of the proprietress of the Rustwater Oasis Tavern disappeared little by little, revealing Margaret's original appearance.

She was ready to exert her full strength.

The bone dragon appeared from the edge of the field of vision, and under the moonlight, the huge body was extremely clear.

Margaret placed the crystal bottle on the ground, covered it with both hands and danced slightly, and the purple-black essence of the corrupt soul rose and twisted like a venomous snake, overflowed, and dissipated in the air.

The bone dragon that was flying directly above suddenly stopped, and after circling for several times, it aimed at the position of the crystal bottle and swooped down like falling!

Whoosh——

The bone dragon fell to the ground, and the wind pressure blew away the dust. The pupils burning with the green soul fire locked onto the bottle on the ground. The head carefully moved up, and the purple-black essence of the corrupt soul flowed into his nostrils and merged into his skull.

"Woo..." Gregory moaned comfortably. It was the first time he felt so satisfied since his resurrection.

In just a dozen seconds, Gregory descended hundreds of meters at a speed. This stimulation made Parisil's heart beat in panic.

Although he didn't understand what happened, Parisil still remained vigilant.

At this moment, the dense flapping of wings sounded, and a group of dark crows screamed and pounced on Parisil.

"Witch!?" Parisil's eyes flashed, and she gently stroked the silver earrings. The earrings shone with a dazzling light, and suddenly shattered. The next moment, a deadly white breath splashed around her!

The pure undead energy turned into a rolling smoke screen, expanding from the inside out. Wherever it passed, the weeds and trees that had just emerged green became withered and dilapidated. The crows that were infected froze and became as stiff as lime sculptures. They would turn into pieces of dust when they fell to the ground.

Third-level magic, Death Nova.

This surging undead energy could not hurt the bone dragon, but it interrupted his interest in "eating". He swung his body and threw Parisil on his back like a stone!

The bone dragon did not know how to be gentle with women.

Even if he fell on the soft land, Parisil was still hit hard, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and there were scratches with mud on his hands and feet.

Parisil stood up and finally saw her opponent.

At this time, Margaret had prepared the second magic. She waved her arms, and thick black air rushed out of her body and jumped into the ground. With a rustling sound, dense black tentacles like a jungle drilled through the earth.

Under the earth, it seemed that there was a giant with a hundred arms, waving a black fist and smashing Parisil.

A pale light shone on the holy emblem, and Parisil's body floated into the air, her long silver-white hair dancing in the wind, and her hands suddenly opened wide.

As one of the holy weapons of the Death Hand Cult, the holy emblem can not only absorb and store souls, but also amplify the caster, greatly shortening the casting process.

Boom--

As the earth trembled, dome-like white bones rose from the ground, covering Parisil's body. The black tentacles hit it, breaking into pieces and turning into black smoke. Even if some broken bones could be knocked off, it could not be shaken at all!

Then, Parisil pointed her finger, and the white bone curtain wall turned into heavy bone waves, hitting Margaret.

In the bone waves, bone spurs and bone spears of varying lengths continued to grow, crushing the earth.

Margaret let out a short scream, black air rose from her skin, and a giant phantom condensed in front of her. The phantom roared, raised a thick mace in his hand and smashed it to the ground!

Boom——

The mace phantom collided with the bone wave, and the powerful impact splashed a large piece of soil and dust. The black phantom suddenly shattered, and the azure magic circle around Margaret collapsed.

The bone wave also stopped and turned into a strange-shaped bone mountain, but as Parisil's chanting sounded, the bone mountain suddenly drilled into the ground.

The next moment, white bones as thick as beams rose from the ground, forming a huge cage around Margaret, and bone spurs grew rapidly, stabbing the witch in the middle!

Parisil knew that the witch had a puppet to replace her, but under the effect of this third-level necromancy magic "Bone Maiden", unless the witch could escape from it, she would definitely not survive even if she had three or five lives!

However, at this moment, something strange happened.

"Ang——"

Gregory suddenly roared, and his thick shovel-shaped dragon tail swept across, smashing the bone cage into bone powder.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, she reached out and pulled off a bone spur that pierced her chest, and a doll on her waist turned into ashes and disappeared.

"Lord Gregory!" Parihil's voice was full of surprise: "What are you doing?"

Gregory ignored her and put his head in front of Margaret: "...Give it to me!"

"Of course, Lord Gregory." Margaret nodded and immediately took out another bottle of Corrupted Soul Essence.

Seeing this scene, Parihil's pupils suddenly shrank, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Before her vision was blocked by the bone dragon and attacked by Margaret, she didn't know why the bone dragon suddenly stopped.

Now she began to understand.

It was the essence of corrupt souls.

It was unimaginable that the witch could take out such a thing.

As far as Parisil knew, even the Mage Guild did not master the process of extracting the essence of corrupt souls. Where did this witch get so much of the essence of corrupt souls?

Gregory's expression became excited. He was about to continue to absorb it, but the witch immediately put it away.

"Take it out!" Gregory roared with a cold and corrupt wind: "Otherwise, I will kill you!!"

Margaret was maintaining a spiritual connection with Raven, repeating Raven's words in her own way: "If you only want to enjoy it this time, then I can give it to you."

"But don't you want to enjoy the supply of this essence of corrupt souls for a long time and stably?"

Gregory's heart was moved, and his claws were digging unconsciously on the ground.

"Don't believe her, Lord Gregory!" Parisil shouted loudly: "She is just lying to you. The essence of corrupt souls cannot be mass-produced!"

"Follow me, please follow me back to the altar. Only in this way can you gain eternal life in death!"

These words do make sense. As a dead creature, he must rely on the breath of the dead to maintain his existence. Here, even if he does nothing, he can feel his power draining away bit by bit.

Parisil is very confident that there is no place in the entire continent suitable for dead creatures except the altar.

However, the witch took out another bottle of corrupt soul essence.

Counting the one that the bone dragon absorbed at the beginning, the one she just took out, this is already the third bottle of corrupt soul essence!

One bottle is a coincidence, two bottles are a coincidence, three bottles...can it still be a coincidence?

Gregory didn't think so. He began to seriously consider the possibility of giving up cooperation with the Hand of Death: "Witch, can you really provide me with the essence of corrupted souls stably?"

"She may have this ability." Parihil's mind turned rapidly, and he immediately came up with an impeccable argument: "In this case, why doesn't Lord Gregory catch her and bring her back to the altar?"

"The Holy Church is an expert in studying souls. No matter what secrets this witch has, it is impossible to keep them in front of the Holy Church!"

These words are indeed to the point. Compared with the weak witch with an unclear background, the Hand of Death Cult is indeed a more reliable partner.

Gregory looked at the witch with a look full of unkindness.

Margaret panicked immediately. She didn't expect Parisil to be so smart. She couldn't find a way to deal with it. She could only shout in her heart:

"Lord Baron, help me!"

Raven's response came, Margaret suppressed her panic, and almost every time Raven said something, she would repeat it exactly as it was:

"Lord Gregory, what the saint said makes sense, but will the Death Hand Cult really respect you so much?"

"It's true that I know the secret of extracting the essence of the corrupt soul, but you also know that this How important is matter to undead creatures. "

"When we really reach the 'great altar' she mentioned, my secret will only be in the hands of the Death Hand's high-level officials. They will use the essence of corrupted souls to strengthen their undead army, but they will not give it to you."

"You are a legendary dragon after all! Believe in the dragon god Tiamat, not the god of death Thanatus!"

"Unless you are willing to kneel at their feet, a dragon, as obedient as a dog asking for bones!"

This sentence deeply resonated with Gregory.

Just as the witch said, even though he has been transformed into an undead creature, Gregory still maintains the pride and majesty of a dragon, and he does not want to be dominated by anyone.

And the Death Hand Cult, with the ultimate goal of resurrecting the god of death, will only try every means to control him.

"It's all nonsense!" Parihil made the final argument: "Lord Gregory, the Holy Church will never treat you as she said. I swear in the name of the Holy Church that you will definitely enjoy the highest status and treatment in the Holy Church."

Margaret looked sarcastic and was about to continue the above line of thought and argue with her, but her face suddenly froze, and then she looked enlightened: "Since Saint Parihil said so righteously, then please immediately dedicate the soul stored in the holy emblem to Lord Gregory!"

Parihil's face was extremely pale. Margaret's words were like a poison that killed people instantly. In this verbal confrontation, Parihil was killed with one sword!

The holy emblem did store a large number of souls, but they were sacrifices accumulated for the revival of the Lord of Death. They were all the benefits of the turmoil that swept across the Nord Province, and they could never be given to Gregory.

Gregory had already turned his head, and the soul fire in his hollow eye sockets locked onto Parihil: "All souls, give them all to me!"

"Lord Gregory, I have no right to dispose of the souls in the holy emblem!" Parihil said nervously: "But you just need to follow me back to the altar, and I will report to the Pope, and I will definitely satisfy you."

"Or, you can absorb a small amount first..."

The request for all the souls in the holy emblem was originally a test by Gregory, and now the result of this test did not satisfy him.

In his opinion, Parihil's excuses were like using the Pope to suppress him: "You don't want to obey my orders?"

Parihil panicked: "No..."

"I do." Margaret stepped forward and placed a bottle of Corrupted Soul Essence in front of the bone dragon: "This is the offering you deserve."

Parihil made her final struggle: "Lord Gregory, the power of the Death Hand Cult covers all human forces on the continent, and the souls harvested are enough for you to enjoy. She is just a witch, it is impossible..."

"Indeed, I am not that powerful as a witch, but on the other hand, I can never control you by force!" Margaret said: "I can only offer you a bottle of Corrupted Soul Essence once a month."

As she said that, she also put the last bottle on the ground: "Today's three bottles are a gift."

Parihil's heart was lifted up. She saw Gregory hesitating, his eyes wandering back and forth between himself and the Corrupted Soul Essence.

Finally.

The bone dragon lowered its head and swallowed two bottles of corrupt soul essence.

He had made his choice!

A trace of despair flashed in Parihil's eyes. She could die, but the holy emblem must return to the altar!

Chanting the spell, the holy emblem on her chest burst into brilliant light. Parihil used the soul in the holy emblem as fuel and wanted to send it back to the altar!

However, since she had made up her mind to break up, how could Gregory let her get what she wanted! ?

The huge mouth opened, and the surging dragon breath roared up!

An invisible light curtain lit up above the holy emblem, and countless souls were faintly flowing in it. This holy artifact actually spontaneously resisted the power of the dragon's breath!

However, it was a dead object after all, and its host was completely unable to fight against the bone dragon!

Wave.

The light shield shattered like a bubble. Under the huge impact force, Parihil was suddenly blown up and hit the cliff hard.

With a click, the holy emblem fell to the ground, and the dragon breath stained on it slowly extinguished.

The burning souls turned into light spots all over the sky. These residual souls howled, shaking the souls of everyone present, and also cutting off the soul connection between Margaret and Raven.

Parisil's mouth was overflowing with blood. The power just fed back from the holy emblem had made her lose consciousness.

Margaret stepped forward step by step, took the holy emblem into her arms, pinched Parisil's cheek with her slender fingers, and licked her face with her tongue:

"It's great."

Parisil's body was filled with pure dead spirits, and there was no repulsion with the negative energy in Margaret's body. If Parisil was made into a puppet, it meant that Margaret would completely occupy the body of the saint from now on--

From then on, Parisil's appearance would be her original body, and she could also completely inherit Parisil's energy and knowledge.

Not only could she get a perfect face, but she could also master powerful power. This was simply a gift from heaven!

What's more, now the bone dragon was also at her disposal!

With this powerful force in hand, Margaret will become one of the strongest people on the continent!

"Lord Gregory, it's not safe here, please take me away!" Margaret said.

The bone dragon bowed its head: "Remember, one bottle of Corrupted Soul Essence per month, otherwise, I will let you know what pain is!"

Margaret climbed onto the dragon's back with Parisil in her arms, and said involuntarily: "Of course, Lord Gregory."

The bone dragon flapped its wings and took off. Margaret's first thought was - it hurts my butt!

How did Parisil sit on it expressionlessly before?

Gregory's speed was extremely fast. In just a few minutes, when he looked back, the city of Monen had become a small black dot in his vision.

Margaret's face was filled with a happy smile.

The bone dragon was under her crotch, carrying her to freedom.

Goodbye, Raven.

Goodbye, cage!

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(It's over today, take a break, don't wait)