Imperial Crown.

Chapter 134: Death Priest
When the clouds and mist dissipated, an indescribable scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

On the vast fertile fields outside the city of Meng'en, there were countless densely packed bones, which almost surrounded 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 the size of when they were attacked.

Right in the center of this vast sea of ​​undead creatures, there stands a pale spire. It is so huge that it looks like a mountain made of bones!

The grayish-white aura of death flowed and inhaled around the spire like clouds and fog. At first glance, the energy contained in it was so terrifying that even Raven was a little frightened.

Jude's body suddenly trembled, and he pointed to the sky and shouted:
"what is that!?"

This immediately attracted the attention of Viscount John and Raven. They turned their heads to look and saw a gray-blue figure carrying a thick gray mist across the sky.

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

Green will-o'-the-wisp fire was burning on every joint.

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

"Bone Dragon!?" Judra's voice was 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 level nine!

Even though they all knew that this skull dragon couldn't possibly retain all of the strength it had in life, even if it was only one percent, it would not be an existence that could be easily dealt with!

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

The purple lightning fighting spirit leaped with brilliance, washing away piece of bones after piece.

"It's Viscount Fisher!" Judra called out the man's identity in one sentence.

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, let alone hear the sounds, but after a breath, both the undead and the living had stopped moving.

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

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

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

Viscount John remained silent, but judging from the beard that was pulled out from the gaps between his gauntlets, he was clearly not at peace.

Raven began to remind himself again - I'm just here to make up the numbers!
The bone dragon flapped its wings and rose into the air, then flew to the top of the spire and landed there, raising its head high and roaring toward the sky!
"hold head high--"

The sound vibrated, and the breath coming from the high-level undead caused the undead creatures around the spire to unconsciously fall into a small chaos.

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

Inside the spire is a towering dome, beneath the dome is a disc-shaped space, with a pitch-black emblem placed on a high platform in the center, and three skeleton thrones arranged in a triangle shape around it.

The Death Hand Cult's "Head of the Dead", the fifth-rank necromancer "Sachni" sat on the throne in the center. He was wearing a black robe and a gold-inlaid bone crown on his head. His skin was withered and gray, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was full of wrinkles. His lips were almost invisible, with only a slit that kept opening and closing:
"Fedilan, you have served the Order for many years. You have made great contributions to the Order's development in the Nord Province to its current state."

"But why did you lead 100,000 of my lord's servants this time, wasting a huge amount of undead power, but failing to achieve any decent results?"

"Could it be that this so-called 'good situation' has gone to your head?"

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

Saceni's words were not harsh, but they made Ferdinand very nervous.

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

When one reaches the fifth level, the extraordinary person can add the word "great" in front of his or her profession, such as great knight, great priest, or great magician.

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

Federline had to explain this.

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

"The coalition forces of the five northwestern counties are very powerful, with a total of 20,000 troops, and the former war hero 'Hammer' Morgan is the commander-in-chief. To be on the safe side, I mobilized 100,000 servants and charged forward as a whole!"

"In order to deal with Morgan, I have prepared three fourth-order magic spells. I am even prepared to ask Lord Gregory to take action immediately if the battle goes against me!" Gregory is the name of the skull dragon on top of the spire.

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

Sachini did understand. He had never thought that the dignified Viscount Morgan would be even weaker than an ordinary mortal: "Morgan is nothing, but in Xuefeng County, one of the five counties in the northwest, there is Viscount John, who is of the fourth rank."

"Why couldn't you keep him?"

Fedilan shuddered and bowed his head. "Your Excellency, I was not negligent at all. Even though I focused on Morgan, I sent Amber over and dispatched five Plague Colossi. It should have been foolproof!"

"Unfortunately, the nobles from Xuefeng County are so elite and powerful that they rescued John at the last minute!"

"Especially the Baron named Raven. He and his men alone took out two Plague Colossi. Going in and out of the Undead Army is as easy as eating and drinking water!"

"Then I sent out fifty-four undead cavalrymen 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 was actually a little embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't let him take all the blame, right?
Do we really have to make him admit that he has no idea how to command a large army in battle?
Unexpectedly, Sachini actually accepted this statement: "Oh, it turned out to be him, that's not surprising..."

Fedilan was a little curious: "Your Excellency the High Priest, do you know Raven?"

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

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

Value? To win over?

Federan felt a little strange.

Raven only has about thirty people under his command, and although there is a second-level general, it shouldn't be this serious, right?
But since Thatcheri took the initiative to give an explanation, Federlan would not correct it - just take it seriously if you want, and just ignore my failure.

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

Originally, the smell in the room was corrupt with a hint of chilliness, but when the figure walked in, a moving lavender scent suddenly filled the air, which cheered up Fedillan.

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

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

When she took off her hood, the woman's face was revealed. She had long, silky silver hair, amber eyes with a hint of purple, and a delicate and pretty face.

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

"How is it going?" asked Sachseni.

"Reporting to His Excellency the High Priest, I have just received confirmed news." Parisil's voice was clear and cold, like the cold wind of 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 false bishop of the Church of Light, and a group of false 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 sect launched the holy war." Sachni was not surprised by this:
"Except for 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 were to reach the ears of the nobles outside, it would surely cause an uproar and would most likely change their original plans.

The unrest in the Nord province alone is not the same severity as the unrest that spread across the five major human forces and spanned the entire continent.

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

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

Sachni's face was calm. "We have already cleaned out several counties around Meng'en City. It will be difficult to collect enough 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 they are all gathered, the nobles from various counties in the Nord Province should also gather together. Then... we will attack with our entire army and capture them all in one fell swoop!"

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(End of this chapter)