Imperial Crown

It was a horse with yellow claws strengthened by Raven, and its kicks were as big as a basin. Only senior officers in the Eagle Army were qualified to ride it.

And the one riding on its back at this time was Eric!

Impir sneered: "You came really fast."

The eyes of the necromancer covered with gray-white Styx soul mud moved, and the 9 skeletons in front of him turned around and rushed towards Eric!

The skeletons were light, and even though they were wearing armor, their running speed was not inferior to that of a galloping horse. They came to Eric in a few breaths.

Eric roared, and the martial spirit behind him suddenly appeared. Then he raised his arm and took a skeleton to his side. He raised his right arm and clenched his fist, and slammed it on the skull!

The visor was smashed into a pool of mud, dented inwards, and the facial bones of the skeleton were smashed with a crackling sound. The overflowing undead fighting spirit was dispersed by the steel, unable to resist at all, and was smashed into the skull by the fist, and was annihilated together with the green undead fire!

Huang Feidian, the claw under the crotch, screamed, but was cut off by a skeleton's front legs, and fell forward suddenly, and three skeletons in front of Eric took off and rushed to kill him!

Eric was not at all confused, and he stepped on the stirrups with his legs and flew up, rushing straight to the nearest skeleton. He pulled the skeleton under him with his hands, and then raised his knees and slammed into the chest of the skeleton!

The armor was dented and the bones were broken, but the skeleton still wanted to cling to Eric's body.

Eric grabbed its head and used half of its body as a weapon to sweep across, sweeping back the two skeletons coming from the left and right, and then threw it behind him. Half of the skeleton smashed into the undead coming from behind and rolled to the ground.

Eric raised his hand and the two skeletons rolled together and flew in front of him, and then turned around and kicked their skulls to pieces at the same time!

In just a moment, three third-level skeletons were destroyed.

Another skeleton came from behind, and six gray-white death auras intertwined and broke through the air. Eric's fighting spirit was blazing, and he resisted the cold flames. Using his fighting spirit, the armor on the three skeletons on the ground suddenly turned into mercury-like liquid and flowed, condensing into a metal ball in Eric's palm.

Eric took a deep breath, shook it in his hand, and then threw it forward like a lead ball.

The liquid metal deformed and twisted in the air, and suddenly exploded from the center, rolling up a silver-gray steel storm!

Wherever they passed, the grass and trees were all broken. The remaining 6 skeletons wanted to retreat under Impir's order, but they never thought that the armor on their bodies suddenly generated a suction force, which firmly fixed them in place!

The lightness of the skeletons is an advantage, but at this time it has become an absolute disadvantage. They are dragged by their own armor and cannot break free!

They were caught in it, their armor was twisted to pieces, and their bones were broken as if they were crushed by a millstone. The blue soul fire could only dissipate without the protection of the body.

Impir's mouth twitched heavily. If they were on the battlefield, these third-level skeletons scattered in the army would be enough to play a miraculous role, but now they were destroyed by Eric alone!

The next moment, Eric broke through the steel storm and stabbed Impir in the air with the long sword in his hand!

Impir shook the bone staff in his hand, muttered something, and let Eric's sword slash at his chest!

Shine——

It was like stabbing into pure gold. The sword broke through the clothes, uncovered the shriveled ribs, and brought a streak of sparks on Impir's chest, but failed to break through his defense, and even failed to shake him!

The next moment, Impir finished chanting, and a finger suddenly separated from his body. The flesh and blood on it dissipated like catkins, and the finger bone was coated with a layer of moonlight, and quietly shot out like a crossbow arrow wrapped in the gray-white undead breath!

Eric's heart tightened, and he quickly turned his head. The finger bone brushed past his cheek, pierced through the misty iron armor with a thud, and crushed the flesh and blood with a puff, crushing the left cheekbone, and then exploded from his left ear root. A blood hole flew out!

Around the blood hole, the bones and flesh began to become gray and rotten.

"Ah——"

Even Eric couldn't stand the pain that was eating away at his bones and sucking his marrow. The dizziness that followed made him fall to the ground and faint.

No longer looking at Eric, Impir looked at Raven, hoping to see a little hesitation.

After all, Raven was young and promising. If he could be absorbed into the Holy Church, it would be equivalent to having a permanent offensive base in the Keynes Empire.

But Raven's face was as calm as ever, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was still calculating something.

What was he calculating?

"There's really no way, then I'll help you once." The voice of the black cat Sikoret suddenly sounded, and Impir was a little uneasy.

A claw quietly appeared from the top of his head, a small and sharp cat claw, with a pink and tender meat ball clearly visible, which could be said to be loved by everyone.

But at this time, the meat ball stretched out a cold claw, and above the claw, there was a shadow that was so thick that it was indescribable and darker than darkness.

It was not until the claw reached his head that Impir noticed it and raised his head.

A flash of fear flashed in his eyes, because wherever the claw passed, the white armor on his body suddenly solidified and broke, and a little blood flowed from his forehead!

His protection, his engraved life magic, was broken!

The fear of death surged in Impir's heart, and Impir released the last magic stored in the staff without any hesitation!

Gray-white death mist filled the air, and a shadowy figure wearing a black robe and holding a sickle stepped through the mist, and the silver bells on its ankles jingled.

Everyone present was in a daze for a moment, as if their souls had been shaken.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The phantom walked behind Imperial, suddenly swung the sickle, and struck the black cat's slender body violently!

The blade drew out the black cat's soul, and a thick shadow rushed out of her soul, forming its own shape. It was scratched away by the scythe, and her soul also returned to her body in weakness.

The fog disappeared, and the black cat's body fell softly to the ground, its mouth and nose bleeding.

Impil gasped for air, wiped a handful of blood from his forehead, and his face twisted crazily.

"Hurt me...how dare you hurt me!!!"

This was the first time in his life that death felt so close.

Although he believed in the Lord of Death, he had always brought death to others, and he never wanted to experience that feeling.

This is why among the many magics to choose from, Impil only chose Styx Soul Mud.

"The timing was chosen well. I don't know where you came from, but this shadow that erases everything is indeed worth fearing."

"It's a pity that you are only at the third level because of that useless master!"

Impil shouted and stabbed the black cat on the ground with the staff in his hand, but Xikoret suddenly turned over and disappeared into the night with a whoosh.

"So what about the third level? If I fight my way back to the star realm, it will be enough to send you, an immortal humanoid skeleton, to meet your master!" The black cat's voice echoed in the night.

Impil was suddenly startled by these words, and his mind returned to his body.

If such a blow were to come again, even if he was prepared, he might not have time to cast another spell and he would be completely killed!

No... no!

No matter how important the Holy Emblem of Death is, it is only to the Order. If one's life is lost here, the only one who will pay the loss is Impil himself.

As the old saying goes, as long as there are living people, there is no need to worry about corpses.

After returning, report the exact news of the Holy Emblem here. Although the credit is a little smaller, it is still better than nothing!

"Raven, you rejected my kindness today, but one day in the future, you will regret it!"

"When our religion comes again, your territory will be destroyed!"

As he spoke, he waved his staff, and a white bone gryphon rose from his crotch, flapped its wings, and took him straight into the sky!

"Xikoret, what are you doing!?" William shouted: "Don't you still have some strength left? Stop him!"

"If we let him go and attract the Death Hand Order, we will be in big trouble!"

Xikreit appeared, sat in front of William, slapped his face with his tail, and said in a weak voice: "Do you think I don't want to? This kind of attack, even if I die, I won't have to do it a second time. After all, He Xing The connection between the worlds is still too weak..."

"But, but are we just going to watch him go?"

"It doesn't matter, Raven will take action."

"Owner!?"

William was stunned, and looked in the direction where Raven was standing, only to see a gray-white staff in Raven's hand at some point, and he was chanting a spell in a low voice.

But the content of this spell made William extremely surprised.

It is short, concise, and has only three paragraphs.

When the chanting was completed, Raven raised his staff high, and five fireballs streaked across the sky, chasing Impil.

William had a look of disbelief on his face, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Impil looked back and actually laughed out loud when he saw the fireball following.

"Fireball, serious?"

Indeed, releasing five fireballs at the same time requires superb attainments in flame magic and a deep foundation of magic power. Many fourth- and fifth-level magicians may not be able to do so with ease.

But the problem is that it's just a fireball technique!

At this moment, he thought of the legendary "Five Fireball God Cult" and the long-standing joke that has been circulated in the mage circle like "five fireballs kill a seventh-level archmage instantly".

Although he thought this, even though his body was still covered with Styx soul mud, Impil still carefully took out a talisman and reached out to crush it.

A crimson light lit up, and an invisible shield with distinct longitude and latitude exploded around him, like a huge crystal that had been carefully cut into a diamond shape and engraved with magic patterns.

This is a fourth-level flame protection barrier that can completely absorb a fourth-level flame magic.

In addition to the holy light magic, the most obvious restraints for a necromancer like him are fire and thunder. Of course, he must be prepared.

In this way, no matter what tricks Raven played, he could sit back and relax.

Three fireballs hit the flame protection barrier in succession, shattering like eggs hitting a stone without any impact at all.

But with the arrival of the fourth fireball, the situation suddenly changed!

I saw the cyan fireball hit the barrier, and suddenly burst out with a brilliance comparable to the sun. The looming lines on the barrier suddenly shone together, emitting a red that could blind the eyeballs.

Then, centered on the impact point of the fireball, the entire ice surface of the barrier shattered into pieces, and a crisp buzzing sound erupted.

"Carving magic?"

"Fireball Technique?????????"

Impil's face suddenly changed, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he shouted with tears in his eyes!

But he could only see the fireball getting closer and closer, and hit him hard in the chest!

As if being poured with kerosene, the flames instantly enveloped Impil and the white bone griffon under his crotch. A shrill roar came and was extinguished in an instant. The body of the white bone griffon had not been burned out, and the soul in the head was still alive. The fire has already been burned clean!

The flames burned on Impil's body, evaporating the liquid-like soul mud on his body. It could not break through this layer of protection in a short period of time. Impil still had time to sing again, if...

If not for that damn black cat's blow! !

The flames penetrated the wound on his forehead, instantly turning his flesh and blood into flying ash, and then like a swarm of hungry insects, gnawing and squirming under the soul mud!

The power of death that had been melted into flesh and blood for hundreds of years became the best fuel for the flames, turning into clusters of white stars, spurting out from the wounds on his forehead, from his eyes, and from his mouth!

Margaret, who has lived for hundreds of years, looked at the extremely bright fireworks in the sky, her eyes filled with brilliance: "It's... the original wild fire!"

William was shocked: "What?"

The original wild fire cannot be said to be a kind of magic, but a flame that can only be used based on a magician's own understanding of the fire element.

Some people say that it was born in the star realm and is the source of all flames; others say that it is the first ray of fire in the fire elemental plane.

But... the Origin Wild Fire has disappeared on the Middles Continent for hundreds of years!

Even William and Margaret have only seen descriptions of it in legends and ancient books.

Impil also felt the power of this flame. He couldn't understand why Raven, a mere third-level magician, could actually use the Origin Wild Fire!

And he even went so far as to hide it in an ordinary fireball technique!

So despicable, so insidious!

"Ouch, ouch, ouch——"

Under the burning of the Origin Wildfire, even his soul had been burned clean. He let out a last unwilling howl from his throat, turned into a pool of wildfire, and fell to the ground.

"Huh..." Raven wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Fortunately, he is only a fourth-level magician. If a fifth-level or sixth-level magician came here, he would be dead!"

William was immediately speechless, and Mark and Doug standing behind him were even more pale and speechless.

Can such shameless boasting be uttered?

Do you think a fourth-level mage is a cabbage?

In fact, Raven was not as relaxed as he appeared. From the beginning of the battle, he had been observing Impil with the Eyes of Truth.

Even though the soldiers died tragically, and Margaret, William and Eric were seriously injured one after another, they did not take action just to observe Impier's flaw.

Of course, Raven may have some other thoughts, but this is not something others can know.

Anyway, in Raven's heart at this moment, the witch Margaret and the vampire William deserve 40% of his trust.

Hiding the original wild fire in the ordinary fireball technique, this method can only be used once against the same person. If the hit misses or is not fatal, it will be dragged into a war of attrition. As a third-level magician, Raven, In any case, he will not be Impil's opponent.

Fortunately, it worked.

Suddenly, a wave of coercion came over. Raven looked up and saw that the Bone Dragon Gregory had squatted on the tower of Eagle Castle at some point, and his eyes burning with soul fire were staring at him. Own.

Sensing Raven's gaze, the Bone Dragon spread its wings, stared at the top of the tower with its legs, roared into the air, and flew towards the distance without any hesitation without looking back.

"Master!!" Margaret came to Raven's side and said anxiously: "Do you want me to catch up..."

"No need." Raven shook his head.

He didn't know why Bone Dragon left, but he wasn't very surprised. This kind of powerful existence was not something he could control at the moment.

As for threatening with rotten soul essence - are you kidding me, is a three-year-old kid threatening a tiger with a piece of fresh meat?

After ordering Eric to be moved to the hall, Raven took out the infinite healing potion from Donald and poured it into his mouth, and stuffed a few Beacon Beans into his mouth to stabilize Eric's injury.

Not long after, Link came with the Eagle Army. He was shocked when he saw Volaf's body at the door. When he rushed into the hall and saw Eric's miserable condition, he was even more frightened. He knelt down on one knee:

"Lord Baron!!!"

"Don't panic, I'm fine." Raven asked in a deep voice, "How are things in the town?"

Link said clearly: "Miss Fiona happened to be nearby, and thanks to her magic, the fire was under control. Although the appearance of the undead caused a certain degree of chaos, crowding, and trampling at first, after the Eagle Army and the Eagle Army, the fire was under control." Under the joint control of the eye guards, a large number of undead have been eliminated, and 3 herders have also been killed."

As he spoke, he opened his palms and showed three emblems of the Hand of Death.

Raven nodded and said: "Very good, take someone to clean up the bodies of the fallen soldiers, especially..."

At this point, he paused slightly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and sighed: "Especially Volaf, take care of his remains so that he can be more dignified when he sees his family for the last time."

After a moment of silence, Raven rubbed his temples:

"Then, send Eric to the church in Xuefeng Town, and let the priest there treat him with all his heart. At the same time, inform Eagle City, don't worry, I will go back soon."

"Yes, Lord Baron!" Link took the order and withdrew.

After a while, the figure of the black cat quietly appeared and handed a somewhat blackened ring to Raven's hand.

Raven gently wiped off the ashes on it and found a lifelike skull carved on the ring. Apart from that, it was just a plain space ring.

Since the owner was dead, Raven could wear it on his hand without any burden. When he used his mental power to probe, Raven's eyebrows first raised, and then pressed again.

This space ring has a large capacity. The space belt that Raven got from Anderson is about 1 meter long, wide and 2 meters high. This ring is 5 meters long, wide and 3 meters high, enough to hold the capacity of dozens of belts.

But the things inside are really pitiful. There are only a dozen rusty enchanted armors, a pile of second- and third-level magic materials, a bone altar, and a pile of bones that look good.

The rusty enchanted armor was dug out from the cemetery. It's okay for the undead to use it, but if it is really used by a serious knight, it will look too shabby and can't be sold at a price. It can't be repaired, so it can only be re-melted.

Those magic materials have very limited uses, and most of them can only be used for death and curse.

As for bones - except for making undead creatures, they can only be used to feed dogs.

Roughly speaking, the total value is only between 15,000 and 20,000 gold coins.

This is too inconsistent with the worth of a fourth-level magician. Is the Death Hand Cult so poor?

Doug at the back took a step forward, swallowed his saliva and said:

"Baron Raven, when Rudolf ordered me to make trouble, it was probably a punishment for me, not because he really believed that the holy emblem was in your hands."

"This necromancer is called Impir. He is also known for being a loner in the Holy Church, no, in the Death Hand Cult. This attack should be purely for personal purposes. You also know that if you soak in the breath of the dead for a long time, your body and mind will become stiff."

"If he dies here, not many people will think of the Holy Symbol of Death. Instead, they will think that your territory is not easy to provoke, so you don't have to worry."

Over the past two years, Doug has gradually figured it out. Raven spared his life just to be able to communicate with the Death Hand Cult in the future, but now Impir has come to the door, and this possibility is infinitely reduced.

He can see that Raven is not in a good mood. He must play his value to avoid being angered by Raven and being buried with the dead soldiers such as Volaf.

Raven waved his hand, indicating that he understood. He didn't care about Doug's life or death, but he felt that a fourth-level necromancer shouldn't be so worthless.

"The Death Hand Cult..." Raven muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up:

"Got it! Impir, you really gave me a great gift!"

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