Imperial Crown.

Chapter 147 Farewell, cage!

Just as the bone dragon took off into the air.

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

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

Spider-web-like black air seeped out from Margaret's body and flowed into the ground. It was transformed into dark blue fluorescent dots by the magic circle, floating into the air, forming a disk 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 gradually disappeared, revealing Margaret's original appearance.

She was ready to give it her all.

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

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

The bone dragon flying directly above suddenly stopped, circled for a few times, then aimed at the location of the crystal bottle and swooped down like falling!

call--

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

"Woo..." Gregory let out a comfortable moan. It was the first time he felt so satisfied since his resurrection.

In just a dozen seconds, Gregory descended hundreds of meters. This excitement made Parihil's heart beat wildly.

Although she didn't understand what was happening, Parihil remained vigilant.

Just then, the sound of dense flapping wings was heard, and a group of dark crows screamed and flew towards Parisil.

"Witch!?" Parihil's eyes flashed, and she gently stroked the silver earrings. The earrings shone with bright light and suddenly shattered. The next moment, a deathly white aura spread out from her!
Pure undead energy turned into billowing smoke, expanding from the inside out. Wherever it passed, the wild grass and trees that had just turned green became withered and dilapidated. The crows that were contaminated by it froze up and became as stiff as lime sculptures. They turned into dust when they fell to the ground.

Third-level magic, Death Nova.

This surging undead energy could not harm the bone dragon, but it interrupted his interest in "eating". He swung his body and threw Parisil on his back out like a stone!
Bone dragons don't know how to be gentle with women.

Even though she landed on soft ground, Parisil still suffered a strong impact. Blood flowed out of her mouth and nose, and her hands and feet were covered with mud and scratches.

Parihil stood up and finally saw her opponent.

At this time, Margaret had already prepared the second magic. She waved her arms, and thick black gas rushed out of her body and jumped into the ground. Accompanied by rustling sounds, dense black tentacles like a jungle broke through the earth.

Under the ground, it seemed as if there was a giant with a hundred arms hiding, waving its black fist and smashing at Parisil.

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

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

boom--

As the earth trembled, a dome-like pile of white bones rose from the ground, covering Parihil's body. The black tentacles hit it, and it shattered and turned into black smoke. Even though it could knock off some broken bones, it was unable to shake it at all!

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

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

Margaret let out a short scream, black gas rose from her skin, and a giant shadow condensed in front of her. The shadow roared loudly, raised a thick nail hammer in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground!
boom--

The phantom of the mace collided with the bone wave, and the tremendous impact force splashed up large amounts of dirt and dust. The black phantom suddenly shattered, and the azure magic circle around Margaret collapsed along with it.

The bone waves 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 roof beams rose from the ground, forming a huge cage around Margaret. Bone spurs grew rapidly and stabbed the witch in the middle!

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

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"hold head high--"

Gregory suddenly let out a long roar, and swept his thick, shovel-shaped dragon tail across, smashing Gu Laodun into bone powder.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief. She reached out and pulled out a bone spur that had pierced her chest. A doll around 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 closer to 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 contracted and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

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

Now she began to understand.

It is the essence of corrupted souls.

It's unimaginable that a witch could come up with something like this.

As far as Parisil knew, even the Mages Guild did not master the technique to extract the essence of corrupted souls. Where on earth did this witch get so much essence of corrupted souls?
Gregory's expression became excited, and he was about to continue absorbing it, but the witch immediately took it away.

“Take it out!” Gregory roared, with a cold and rotten wind: “Otherwise, I will kill you!!”

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

"But don't you want to enjoy the nourishment of this corrupt soul essence in a long-term and stable manner?"

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

"Don't believe her, Lord Gregory!" Parisil shouted, "She is just lying to you. The Corrupted Soul Essence 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 an undead creature, he must rely on the breath of death to maintain his existence. Here, even if he does nothing, he can feel his strength slipping away bit by bit.

Parisil was very confident that apart from the great altar, there was no other place in the entire continent suitable for undead creatures.

However, the witch took out another bottle of Corrupted Soul Essence.

Including the one that the bone dragon absorbed at the beginning and the one she just took out, this is already the third bottle of Corrupted 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 a stable supply of Corrupted Soul Essence?" "She may indeed have this ability." Parisil's mind turned rapidly, and she immediately came up with an impeccable argument: "In that case, why doesn't Lord Gregory capture her and bring her back to the altar?"

"The Holy Church is an expert in studying the soul. No matter what secrets this witch has, she can never keep them from the Holy Church!"

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

Gregory looked at the witch with unkind eyes.

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:
"My Lord Baron, help me!"

When Raven responded, Margaret suppressed her panic and repeated every word Raven said:

"Lord Gregory, what this saint said makes sense, but will the Death Hand Cult really be so respectful to you?"

"It's true that I know the secret of extracting the essence of corrupted souls, but you also know how important this substance is 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 top brass. They will use the essence of corrupted souls to strengthen their own undead army, but they will not give it to you."

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

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

This statement resonated deeply with Gregory.

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

The Hand of Death Cult has the ultimate goal of resurrecting the God of Death and will do everything they can to control him.

"It's all nonsense!" Parihil made her 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 was sarcastic and was about to continue arguing with her, but her face suddenly froze, and then she understood: "Since Saint Parisil speaks so righteously, then please immediately dedicate the soul stored in the holy emblem to Lord Gregory!"

Parisil's face was extremely pale. Margaret's words were like a poison that kills instantly upon seeing blood. In this verbal battle, Parisil was killed with one blow!
The holy emblem does store a vast amount of souls, but they are sacrifices accumulated for the resurrection of the Lord of Death and all the proceeds from the turmoil that has swept across the Nordic province. They cannot be given to Gregory.

Gregory had already turned his head, and the soul fire in his empty eye sockets was fixed on Parisil: "All souls, leave them all to me!"

"Lord Gregory, I have no right to deal with the soul in the holy emblem!" Parisil said nervously, "But you just need to follow me back to the altar. After I report to the Pope, I will definitely satisfy you."

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

Gregory's request to take all the souls in the holy emblem was originally a test, and now the result of this test did not satisfy him.

Parisher's evasive words seemed to him like using the Pope to suppress him: "You don't want to obey my orders?"

Parisil 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."

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

"Indeed, as a witch, I don't have such great power, 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 this, she also put the last bottle on the ground: "These three bottles today are considered as a gift for meeting you."

Parihil's heart was lifted up as she saw Gregory hesitating, his eyes moving back and forth between her and the essence of the corrupted soul.

finally.

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

He has made his choice!

There was a flash of despair in Parihil's eyes. She could die, but the holy emblem must return to the high altar!
Chanting incantations, the holy emblem on her chest burst into brilliant light. Parisil used the soul in the holy emblem as fuel, wanting to send it back to the high altar!
However, since she had already made up her mind to break up, how could Gregory let her get what she wanted! ?

The huge mouth opened and a surging dragon breath roared up!

An invisible light curtain lit up above the holy emblem, with countless souls flowing through it. This holy weapon was actually spontaneously resisting the power of the dragon's breath!
However, it is a dead object after all, and its owner is completely unable to fight against the bone dragon!

wave.

The light shield shattered like a bubble. Under the huge impact force, Parisil was blown up and slammed heavily onto the cliff.

With a snap, the holy emblem fell to the ground, and the dragon breath that was 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.

Blood was flowing from Parisil's mouth. The power that had just been fed back from the holy emblem had made her lose consciousness.

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

"very nice."

Parisil's body was filled with pure spirits of the dead, which had no repulsion to the negative energy in Margaret's body. If Parisil was made into a puppet, it would mean that Margaret would completely occupy the body of this saint from now on.

From then on, Parisil's appearance was her true form, and she could completely inherit Parisil's energy and knowledge.

Not only can you get a perfect face, but you can also master powerful strength. This is simply a gift from God!

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

With such powerful force in hand, she, Margaret, will become one of the most powerful people on the continent!
"Lord Gregory, it's not safe here, please take me away!" said Margaret.

The bone dragon bowed its head and said, "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 while holding 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 hit her butt!

How did Parihill manage to sit up there with such a blank expression before?
Gregory was moving very fast. In just a few minutes, when he looked back, the City of Mon'en had become a small black dot in his field of vision.

Margaret had a cheerful smile on her face.

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

Goodbye, Raven.

Farewell, cage!

……

(Today is over, take a break, don't wait)
(End of this chapter)