Imperial Crown

In the sky, the air flow hit Margaret, making her feel unprecedented pleasure.

She could summon crows to fly and scout in the sky, but that was in no way comparable to riding a bone dragon.

"Hmm..."

In his arms, Parisil suddenly struggled, her eyes trembling under her eyelids, as if she could wake up at any time.

"Sleep, sleep." Margaret whispered, her rough palm covering Parisil's face, black breath overflowing, covering the saint's facial features like a mask.

The black mist was steaming over the witch, and the strange thing was that even in mid-air, the mist showed no signs of being blown away, but became thicker.

The black mist was like silk thread, and the witch's body was the clothes woven by the silk thread. As the black mist was withdrawn, it became more and more illusory and thinner.

When the witch's body completely disappeared, the black mist had already wrapped most of the bone dragon like a dark cloud.

Parisil's body was held in the air by the black mist, and strands of black appeared on her white skin, just like clear water polluted by ink, or cream polluted by mycelium.

When the black climbed up her throat along her skin, Parisil's chest suddenly straightened up, her mouth opened, and the black mist seemed to come alive, pouring into her mouth crazily!

"No... Get out... Get out!!!!!!!"

Parisil's consciousness awakened, and she pinched her throat with both hands to take back her body, at least to die with Margaret, but this effort was blown away by the strong wind like her voice, without causing any waves.

Parisil opened her eyes, flowing with silver spiritual power, but as the black air poured in, it was gradually stained black like a lunar eclipse.

When the last bit of silver disappeared, Parisil's consciousness also dissipated, her limbs drooped weakly, and clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The sky became clear.

Parisil's body fell back on the back of the bone dragon, and the black in her eyes gradually faded, becoming clear as usual.

"Great." Taking a deep breath of air, Parisil looked at her slender and tender palms and chuckled: "Great!"

At this moment, Parisil has been completely occupied by Margaret, including her power, her memory, and even - her entire life!

There are many secrets stored in her mind, secrets that have never been known to the outside world.

For example, where is the so-called "Great Altar", how many strong people are there in the Death Hand Cult, and even the specific list of members of the Death Hand Cult in the Nord Province.

But when Margaret wanted to peek at the secret of the "Great Altar", a dangerous intuition rose in her heart.

Warning her that if she had to spy on that secret, the consequences would be unbearable for her.

Besides the racial characteristics, Margaret was careful enough to live for more than 300 years, so she immediately gave up spying on this secret.

Gregory's voice rang out: "Since you have taken over her body, you should know how to drive the holy emblem."

"I need the soul in it!"

Margaret nodded: "Of course, Lord Gregory, but driving the holy emblem will definitely attract the attention of the high-level members of the Death Hand Cult. This is not safe, otherwise we should wait--"

Like a chicken with its neck strangled, Margaret's voice stopped abruptly.

Her eyes bulged out of her eye sockets, almost bursting out; her mouth opened wide, black and red blood gushed out, her skin turned red, and blood vessels all over her body emerged.

It's a blood curse!

The power of the blood curse erupted in Margaret's body, destroying her plan to escape from Raven.

If she continues to go out, she will die!

"Go back--" Margaret shouted: "Go back to Mon'en City--"

Gregory's voice was full of dissatisfaction: "Are you ordering me?"

Margaret felt wronged.

We are grasshoppers on the same rope. At this time, Uncle Long, don't put on airs anymore!

But the dragon had to be given face: "Lord Gregory, please take me back to Mon'en City!"

She could no longer control her tongue, and the sound flowed out of her throat, as if she was singing a funny folk song.

Gregory, who got a satisfactory answer, circled in the air and flew towards Mon'en City.

When the figure of the bone dragon appeared again over Mon'en City, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Sachni was full of doubts. He didn't know why Gregory would come back. He wanted to get an answer, but the bone dragon did not return to his camp.

Originally, Earl Tyrone, who had seen the bone dragon retreat and personally went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, immediately retreated to the castle.

The Fox family's army also slowed down their offensive, fearing that the bone dragon would pounce on them and bite them hard.

This is the power of the bone dragon.

The bone dragon landed on the edge of the city, then took off into the air, soaring and hovering over Mon'en City.

Following the guidance of the mind link, Margaret found Raven in the villa, with a flattering smile on her face, and her facial features were squeezed together: "Baron, I finally see you!"

Raven looked up and down at Margaret who had obtained a new body.

This body that originally belonged to the "Soul Saint" of the Death Hand Cult stood there quietly, and a pair of purple crystal high heels made her seductive figure more upright.

The black robe on her body was a little stained, and the left hem of her skirt was torn from the middle, revealing black stockings, and a little white skin squeezed out of the hole.

She crossed her hands on her lower abdomen, her fingers were long and slender, her fingertips were red, her head was slightly lowered, her slightly messy hair covered her face, her moist pink lips were slightly open, and her tenderness was accompanied by a hint of pity.

She was like a cat that had been caught in the rain.

With a playful smile on his lips, Raven asked:

"Bone Dragon, have you controlled it?"

"Yes, Baron! He obeys my orders!" Margaret rubbed her hands: "You can ask him to do anything you want, no matter what!"

"For example, let him kill some of your enemies, absolutely no one can stop him!"

"Or you ride him and descend into the army of the undead, Bone Dragon Knight, how majestic, you will definitely become the dream lover of all noble ladies!"

"Otherwise, let this bone dragon start killing, and then you will come out and "slaughter" it, then you will be the youngest dragon slayer in a thousand years!"

Raven was a little amused and helpless after hearing this, the vision is good, but these methods are more unreliable than one another.

Bone Dragon Knight, think about it, it is indeed majestic, but the problem is that Raven is a nobleman of the Keynes Empire, and the Church of Light is the state religion of the empire.

If he rode a bone dragon and paraded through the streets, his reputation would immediately sweep across the continent - from an imperial baron, to the most wanted criminal of the five major human forces and the Church of Light. All the people in the Eagle Territory would be put on the stake, even eggs would be boiled, and their ancestors' graves would be dug up.

As for "slaying a dragon", even if it was just a bone dragon, it would indeed bring Raven huge political prestige and political benefits, but in return, it would also be subject to scrutiny from top to bottom in the entire Keynes Empire.

When people see that the dragon slayer is only a first-level extraordinary.

That's impossible!

This is simply a declaration to the entire continent that Raven is playing a trick with the bone dragon and will definitely be regarded as a member of the Death Hand Cult.

Only her first method, seemingly simple, is actually the most useful!

Now no one knows that Raven secretly controls the bone dragon, and this is his biggest trump card, which also gives him the confidence to overturn the table from now on.

It was a bit of a big deal to make the Nord Province obey him, but from now on, it would be very easy to make those who opposed him disappear in the physical sense.

In this era where a seventh-level extraordinary person can walk sideways, the preciousness of a bone dragon cannot be exaggerated.

In a good mood, Raven asked casually: "You have obtained this body, do you have any additional information?"

"Yes, Baron!" Margaret said: "A lot, including many of the magic configurations and cultivation methods of more than a dozen third-level and lower necromancy magic, as well as the most basic means of transforming undead creatures."

More than a dozen necromancy magic!

Raven's eyebrows twitched slightly, not showing on his face, but he was quite satisfied in his heart.

Magic is rare, especially second-level and third-level ones. Among them, necromancy is the rarest. Although this kind of magic is not suitable for open use, it is very powerful.

After all, necromancy has always been known for its practicality.

There are also ways to transform undead creatures.

There are many powerful people above level three in the cemetery of the Griffith family, and their bodies are preserved. If they are transformed into undead creatures...

As soon as this thought came up, Raven shuddered.

Forget it!

Let alone whether his magic power is enough, even if it is enough, he can't do it.

The Death Hand Cult transformed Gregory, but couldn't control it?

If they really attack the ancestors of the Griffith family, then at that time, let alone resisting foreign enemies, the ancestors might rather cut off their bloodline and start to clean up the door.

This kind of "filial son" is not worth it.

"Although I can't solve the blood curse of the Griffith family, the knowledge I have gained can also help you." Margaret observed Raven's expression: "If you are interested, you can completely transform yourself into a lich!"

Lich, a powerful magician who is unwilling to exhaust his life and transforms himself into a dead creature, often represents power, mystery and cruelty.

"Forget it!" Raven shook his head: "I am young and strong, so I won't consider it for now. Is there anything else?"

Margaret said: "There are also some details, such as where the headquarters of the Death Hand Cult is, their structure, personnel composition, and some news about smaller cults. I can write it down for you to check later."

These news are irrelevant to the overall situation, so there is no rush. Raven nodded and said: "Very good, let's do it."

"In addition, there is one last thing for you to do."

"You say!"

"Let the bone dragon destroy the bone spire immediately."

Margaret was stunned: "... Do you want to strike a blow to the momentum of the Death Hand Cult?"

"They are all going to be destroyed, and there is still momentum." Raven shook his head: "You really don't understand politics!"

"Go!"

Margaret didn't dare to ask more questions and turned to leave.

Raven did this first to make sure whether the bone dragon would really obey his orders.

And this is also related to the current situation.

Currently, among all the nobles in the entire Nord Province, only Raven has received the first-class medal of courage. In terms of reputation, he is the most famous. In terms of merit, if not the greatest, he must be the most conspicuous.

At this time, whoever destroys the bone spire called "Ghost Tomb" will gain great reputation and military merit, overshadowing Raven who has "no outstanding merit".

So, Raven's real idea is -

If I can't get this credit, then no one else can!

As soon as Margaret left, Raven immediately summoned his own soldiers. In name, he continued to sweep the lower city, but in fact he was very close to the city gate, just to keep an eye on the battlefield outside the city gate.

Not long after, the bone dragon in the sky fell to the ground, and when it took off again, it went straight out of the city!

At this time, the four temporary legions were rushing towards the bone spire, and everyone wanted to get the first credit.

Especially Hyde.

The youngest son of the Slater family was sent to the front line the day after the Fox family entered the city, and was forced into the third legion and served as a captain.

This was obviously to come here to share the credit, but the nobles dared not speak out - the subsequent military merits would still depend on the Slater family to share, and it was not easy to offend.

Moreover, the attitude of Lancaster, the commander of the third legion, was also very subtle. He directly handed over his most elite personal soldiers to Hyde to lead.

Like Viscount John, he had figured it out. Instead of selling favors to those nobles who jumped up and down, it was better to lower his face and show goodwill to the Slater family.

When the bone dragon flew over, everyone was scared. After the city was broken, although the bone dragon appeared several times, it was the main force to help the Hand of Death in the inner city, and it had never taken action outside the city.

However, before the battle fell into chaos, the next action of the bone dragon made everyone dumbfounded.

Gregory flew to the top of the bone spire, and the dead white dragon breath roared out from its huge mouth.

When the dragon breath hit the spire, a layer of gray-white light suddenly lit up, and a huge amount of undead breath rose like flames, trying to resist the power of the dragon breath.

However, it failed.

The dragon breath was like a spear held by a god, penetrating the barrier of the bone spire, hitting the body as thick as a mountain, blowing bone powder all over the originally smooth surface, corroding a hole big enough to put a house, and then swallowing the entire spire from the inside out.

Amid the howling of souls, the bone spire collapsed with a loud bang, splashing dense broken bones and stones on the ground like raindrops. At one time, there were thousands of undead creatures that were crushed, and countless others were affected by the fragments. Many people in the coalition were also injured.

The most injured was Hyde.

Originally, the credit for demolishing the bone spire was about to fall on his head. For this moment, his father, Earl Tyrone, even sent a third-level magician to follow him.

But now, this credit that seemed to be within reach has turned into ashes.

Gone!

After destroying the spire, the bone dragon flapped its wings and left.

Looking at the back of the bone dragon going away, Hyde wanted to cry but had no tears, and asked the wizard beside him:

"Uncle Jon, do you think we can erect the bone spire and demolish it again?"

Of course, this sentence would not be responded to.

With the collapse of the bone spire, the war really entered the countdown to the end.

The four legions continued to clear the remaining undead army outside the city, and the Fox family and the Slater family also stepped up their offensive.

The day after the collapse of the Bone Spire, under the "care" of the three powerful men, Tyrone, Montreal and Thomas, Sachni's position was exposed, the necromancer was annihilated, and his body was destroyed by Thomas's fifth-level divine art "Sky Flame Sun Bomb".

As for whether his soul can return to the kingdom of the God of Death, it is unknown.

With the death of Sachni, the undead army disappeared. Even though there are still a large number of undead creatures wandering in the city, neither the nobles nor Thomas, who had been compassionate before, cared about this.

They were all paying attention to another thing-

Dividing the credit!

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