Imperial Crown.

Chapter 127 Flesh and Blood Extraction, Pandemic Colossus
The shouts of two thousand people overlapped and echoed across most of the battlefield. Behind them, the nobles who had already assembled their private soldiers did not hesitate any longer and rushed forward!

There are more than 100,000 units fighting on both sides. In this kind of battlefield, tactics no longer have any meaning. From the very beginning, it is a decisive battle!

whoosh-

The skeleton archers pulled the bowstrings, and the bone arrows flew into the air, covering the sky and the sun, and then smashed down like a curtain of rain!
This rain of arrows fell into the coalition army's formation. Many of them were blocked by the chain mail, but a considerable number of them still bypassed the shields and pinned the poorly equipped serf soldiers to the ground. Amid the screams, blood was splattered!
The soldiers of the coalition forces began to fight back with crossbows under the orders of the nobles, but they were far outnumbered by the enemy, and it was difficult to hit the vital points, so the effect was minimal!
After three rounds of arrow attacks, Viscount Morgan's army finally collided with the skeletons.

Six hundred heavily armored infantrymen rushed into the sea of ​​skeleton soldiers almost unhindered. They were strong and powerful, with solid armor. Every swing of the heavy weapons in their hands could break up a skeleton. Their heavy footsteps followed and crushed the bones on the ground.

In just one encounter, at least three hundred skeleton soldiers were crushed!

This scene immediately attracted the attention of a necromancer hidden in the army of undead. He was wearing a black robe with four golden skulls embroidered on the lapels, symbolizing his identity as a "death companion."

This man's name is Fedilan, a fourth-level necromancer and the real commander of this army. More than half of the 100,000 undead were created by him.

"Morgan the Hammer." He muttered in a hoarse voice, "As expected of a hero back then, his troops are still as strong as ever."

"Just in time to replenish the cult's forces!"

His withered arms waved a bone staff, and grey undead auras flowed out from his robe. The ground beneath his feet cracked open, outlining an intricate magic circle, and chants like the whispers of the dead murmured from his mouth.

The grayish-white aura of death lingered around him, like a whirlwind or a ghost. As he chanted, it condensed at the tip of the staff and gradually turned into a thick dark cloud. As the cloud rolled, distorted faces kept passing through it and bursts of crying and wailing began to fill the air.

After chanting the spell, he waved his staff with both hands, and the dark cloud turned into a strong wind and rose up!

The strong wind brought with it a cold breath of death, blowing away the snow on the ground and enveloping the nearly one hundred heavily-armored elite soldiers of Viscount Morgan in the first two rows.

The wind blew and then stopped, as if nothing had happened.

But the soldiers found that the skeletons in front of them suddenly bypassed them and walked behind them.

A heavily armored soldier was full of doubts, but years of training made him immediately swing the sledgehammer in his hand, trying to smash the head of the skeleton soldier in front of him!

But with a "pop" sound, a sticky feeling was felt, and the huge hammer fell to the ground with a thud.

He looked down and saw that the skin and flesh on his hands had been torn off, and above the bones, he could see the severed blood vessels spurting blood.

However, he didn't feel any pain at all!

"what--"

A terrified scream burst out of his mouth, and the sound immediately stopped, replaced by a series of puffing sounds.

It was as if a bomb was placed inside the body, and blood and flesh suddenly spurted out, overflowing from the gaps in the armor.

Not only him, every soldier who was blown by the wind had the same horrible experience. As blood and flesh splattered, a thick scarlet fog rose on the ground!
This horrific and bloody scene made the soldiers' faces turn pale. It was a scene that only appeared in nightmares!
But this is not the end of the nightmare, it's just the beginning!
Because those soldiers who were screaming and gushing blood and flesh had slowly turned back to their bodies, with gray soul fire burning in their pupils. Amid the sound of crunching bones, they picked up their weapons on the ground with stiff movements and joined the ranks of the undead!
This is the fourth-level necromancy magic, the extraction of flesh and blood!
Morgan's fat cheeks trembled.

The surging skeletons quickly overwhelmed Viscount Morgan's troops.

At the same time, Viscount John has also begun fighting with the undead!

Unlike Viscount Morgan, he rode a second-level magical beast "Electric Horn Silver Pupil Horse", wielded the family heirloom "Snow Maple" spear, and rushed in at the lead!

The electric-horned and silver-eyed horse was wrapped in white lightning and kept charging forward, blowing away every bone it collided with. The overflowing lightning penetrated into the skulls of the undead through the bones and dispersed the grey flames inside. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen skeletons died under its feet.

Viscount John himself displayed the majesty that a fourth-level transcendent should have. The azure icy fighting spirit, with a bright glow, flowed along his arm into the gun body, wrapping the spear with a layer of flowing light like a galaxy.

He grasped the gun handle with his right hand and moved the tail of the gun with his left hand, drawing a perfect arc. The crescent-shaped ice-blue fighting spirit gushed out and turned into a silver ice blade!

Wherever it passed, layers of ice flowers condensed in the already extremely cold air, with bursts of freezing sounds. All the undead that touched the ice flowers froze instantly, and even the soul fire in their heads stopped burning!
The ice blades followed, and the skeletons' bones and weapons cracked and shattered, and bursts of deadly white smoke and dust burst out! Then, six death cavalrymen broke through their own team and rushed towards John. There was no expression on their faces made of pure white bones, but their bodies had begun to ooze out the gray-white undead spirit unique to undead creatures!

Viscount John tightly gripped his spear and stared at their movements. These second-level undead creatures were not a threat to him. If the opponent's commander was not an idiot, he should not waste them on him!
His premonition was correct. At this moment, another necromancer hidden in the undead army was holding a bone staff and chanting spells in a low voice.

Just when the six skeleton knights rushed to Viscount John, they and their horses suddenly collapsed, and hundreds of skeleton soldiers within dozens of meters around them also turned into scattered bones!
The green, white, and gray soul fires intertwined like a swarm of bees, the color becoming darker and thicker, a storm suddenly blew up, rolling up white bones all over the ground, colliding and crushing each other!
Viscount John instinctively sensed something was wrong, his fighting spirit surged wildly, the ice element merged with the fighting spirit, as if it had condensed into a ball of blue ink at the tip of the spear. He swung the spear, drew an X in the air, and then struck the center!
call--

X-shaped azure blue frost flew forward, and ice crystals continued to extend and spread on it, like a snowflake that was magnified tens of thousands of times and was gradually taking shape. It then rushed into the bone storm and disappeared!

The next moment, a brilliant ice-blue light suddenly burst out from the center of the storm and shot up into the sky!

A bitter cold air swept over, and the madly spinning storm suddenly solidified, and then layers of ice crystals grew from the inside out.

This bone storm, which was tens of meters thick, was completely frozen, like a strangely shaped sculpture with a unique and cruel beauty. Even the details of the airflow changes were completely recorded by the ice!
boom--

Viscount John swung his spear and hit the solidified bone storm with the spear. Amidst the loud bangs, cracks appeared on the fortress-like surface of the storm, and then it collapsed with a loud bang!

The flying ice and bones were even more powerful than a crossbow. They crashed into the group of bones, splashing up more broken bones!
This attack almost cleared out the skeletons around Viscount John and within dozens of meters in front of him.

However, the army of the Hand of Death did not seem to decrease. The skeletons stepped on the holes that had just been opened silently with creaking steps.

And at this moment, several groups of bone storms had already risen not far away and had already subsided!
Under the subsided storm, there are giant skeletons!

These giants are five meters tall, their bones are crystal white like gems, they hold thick bone sticks in their hands, and dark green flames burn in their eye sockets!

If Margaret were here, she would recognize them immediately.

This is a creation of third-order necromancy magic, temporarily constructed by drawing the soul fire of hundreds or thousands of undead creatures. Although it can only last for a maximum of two hours and is only second-order, due to its terrifying physique and strength, its actual combat power is not inferior to that of a third-order transcendent.

Third-level necromancy magic—the Plague Colossus!
In the distance, in the Sea of ​​Undead, the necromancer who had used this magic showed a cruel smile on his face, waved his staff, and issued instructions to the five Plague Colossi in his mind:
Kill John!
"Your soul will be the best sacrifice to my Lord!"

Five giant plague statues rushed towards John with heavy steps, and bones flew everywhere they passed. If any living person came within a range of 30 meters around them, they would show expressions of extreme fear.

Some stood frozen in place, being harvested without any resistance, while others screamed and ran around, disrupting their own formation or rushing into the pile of bones and losing their lives in vain.

This is the aura of fear that comes with the Plague Colossus!
Viscount John also realized the purpose of these undead creatures. With a hint of pride on his face, he not only did not retreat, but rode forward, ready to fight these horrible monsters alone!

Judra also saw this scene, but was not distracted for too long. The long sword in her hand that was enchanted with fire suddenly spit out a tongue of fire. She swung the sword horizontally, and instantly cut the two approaching first-level skeletons into four pieces. The flames spread and quickly engulfed them!

"Circle formation!" Jude shouted, "Aim before attacking, keep steady!"

His choice was absolutely correct. Facing this vast sea of ​​skeletons, unless one had the impressive strength of Viscount John, he would surely be submerged in it.

So he chose to gather his troops into a circular formation. Ordinary skeleton soldiers were relatively slow in movement and not particularly strong, so even the serf soldiers could fight with them for a few moves.

The sword and shield soldiers were in front, and the spearmen were behind. The former concentrated on defense, while the latter aimed at the heads of the skeleton soldiers and stabbed them, drowning out the soul fires very efficiently.

With Viscount John in front, all he had to do was help John stabilize the flank and prevent other enemies from disturbing him!
A scream sounded beside him, and Judra's brows trembled slightly. He saw that one of his personal soldiers had a bone javelin stuck in his chest and blood was gushing out of his mouth. It was obvious that there was no possibility of survival.

Slightly adjusting the direction of his mount, Judra looked past the skeletons in the front row and keenly caught a nimble figure among the skeletons that did not look like an undead. It was that guy who had just brazenly attacked and killed his own soldiers!

"Hold the formation!" Judra ordered loudly, then urged the warhorse violently. The fiery red fighting spirit surged out and covered his whole body. He crashed into the sea of ​​skeletons and headed straight for the agile figure.

……

(End of this chapter)