Imperial Crown.

Chapter 148 The Role of the Bone Dragon

High in the sky, the air currents hit Margaret, making her feel unprecedented pleasure.

She could summon crows to fly through the sky and scout, but that was nothing compared to flying on a bone dragon.

"Um……"

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

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Margaret whispered, covering Parisil's face with her rough palm. A black aura flowed out, covering the saint's facial features like a mask.

Black fog was rising over the witch. The strange thing was that even in mid-air, the fog showed no signs of being blown away. Instead, it became thicker.

The black fog was like silk thread, and the witch's body was the clothes woven with this thread. As the black fog was withdrawn, it became more and more illusory and thin.

When the witch's body completely disappeared, the black fog had already enveloped 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 contaminated by ink, or cream contaminated by mycelium.

As the blackness crawled up her throat along her skin, Parisil's chest suddenly straightened up and her mouth opened. The black mist seemed to come alive and poured into her mouth frantically!

“No…get away…get away!!!”

Parihil regained consciousness and pinched her throat with both hands, trying to take back her body, or at least die together with Margaret. However, this effort, like her voice, was blown away by the strong wind, without causing any ripples.

Parisil's eyes opened, with silver spiritual power flowing in them, but as black air poured in, they were gradually dyed black like a lunar eclipse.

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

The sky cleared up.

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

"It's great." After taking a deep breath, Parisil looked at her slender and soft palms and chuckled, "It's great!"

At this moment, Parihil has been completely occupied by Margaret, including her power, her memory, and even - her entire life!
Her mind stores many secrets, secrets that will never be known to the outside world.

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

But when Margaret wanted to get a glimpse of the secret of the "Great Altar", a dangerous intuition arose in her heart.

Warning her that if she insisted on peeking into the secret, the consequences would be unbearable for her.

The reason why she was able to live for more than three hundred years, besides her racial characteristics, was also because Margaret was careful enough, so she immediately gave up trying to find out the secret.

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

"I need the soul in it!"

Margaret nodded: "Of course, Lord Gregory, but activating the holy emblem will definitely attract the attention of the high-ranking 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 their sockets as if they were about to burst out; her mouth opened wide, dark 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 explodes within Margaret, destroying her plans to escape Raven.

If you continue to move outward, you 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 aggrieved.

We are just grasshoppers on the same rope. It's time to get to this point, Uncle Long, please stop acting so arrogantly!
But Long had to give him face: "Lord Gregory, please take me back to Mon'en City!"

She could hardly control her tongue, and the sound flowed out of her throat as if she was singing a funny folk song.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Gregory circled in the air and flew towards the city of Mon'en.

When the bone dragon appeared again in the sky above Mon'en City, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

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

Seeing that the bone dragon had retreated, Earl Tyrone, who was about to go into battle to kill the enemy, immediately retreated back to the castle.

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

This is the power of the bone dragon.

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

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

Raven looked up and down at Margaret, who had gained a brand new body.

The body that originally belonged to the "Soul Saint" of the Hand of Death Cult stood there quietly, and a pair of amethyst high heels made her seductive figure look even more curvaceous.

The black robe she was wearing was a little stained, and the left side of her skirt was torn in the middle, revealing her black stockings, with a bit of fair skin visible through the hole.

She crossed her hands on her lower abdomen, her fingers were slender and her fingertips were red. Her head was slightly lowered, her slightly messy hair covering her face, her moist pink lips were slightly open, and her tenderness was accompanied by a hint of fragility that made people feel pity.

Just like a cat that has been caught in the rain.

With a playful smile on his face, Raven asked:
"Bone Dragon, have you controlled it?"

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

"For example, if you ask him to kill some of your enemies, no one can stop him!"

"Or you can ride on him and descend into the army of the undead, the Bone Dragon Knight. How majestic! You will surely become the dream lover of all the noble ladies!"

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

After hearing this, Raven was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The vision was good, but these methods were more unreliable than the other.

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

If he rode a bone dragon through the city, his fame would immediately sweep across the continent - from an imperial baron, he would become the most wanted criminal of the five major human forces and the Church of Light. Everyone in the entire Eagle Territory would be put to the stake, even eggs would have to be boiled, and their ancestral graves would have to be dug up.

As for "slaying the dragon", even if it is just slaying a bone dragon, it can indeed bring huge political prestige and political benefits to Raven, but conversely, it will also be scrutinized by the entire Keynes Empire from top to bottom.

When the time comes, people will see that the dragon slayer is just a first-level extraordinary person.

You can tell it’s impossible just by thinking about it!
This was a declaration to the entire continent that Raven was just playing a trick on the bone dragon and would definitely be mistaken for a member of the Hand of Death Cult.

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

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

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

In this era where a seventh-level transcendent can do whatever he wants, the preciousness of a skull dragon cannot be overstated.

In a good mood, Raven asked casually, "Now that you have obtained this body, do you have any additional information?" "Yes, Baron!" Margaret said, "A lot, including many magical configurations and cultivation methods of more than a dozen types of necromancy magic below level three, as well as the most basic means of transforming undead creatures."

Dozens of necromancy magics!
Raven's brows twitched slightly, though it didn't show on his face, he felt quite satisfied in his heart.

Magic is rare, especially the second and third level magic. 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 strong men above level three in the Griffith family cemetery, and their bodies are preserved. If they are transformed into undead creatures...

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Raven shuddered.

Forget it!

Not to mention whether I have enough magic power, even if I do, I can't do this.

The Death Hand Cult converted Gregory, but they still couldn't control him?
If an attack were really launched against the ancestors of the Griffith family, then not only would the ancestors not be able to resist foreign enemies, they would rather cut off their bloodline than not clean up the family.

It’s better not to be called such a “filial son”.

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

Lich, a powerful magician who is unwilling to see his life exhausted and transforms himself into an undead creature, often represents power, mystery and cruelty.

"Forget it!" Raven shook his head. "I'm 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 Death Hand Cult's headquarters is, their structure, personnel composition, and some news about smaller cults. I can write it down for you to review later."

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

"Besides that, there is one last thing for you to do."

"You say!"

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

Margaret was stunned: "...You want to undermine the momentum of the Death Hand Cult?"

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

"Go!"

Margaret didn't dare ask any more questions and turned away.

The reason Raven did this was that he first wanted to confirm whether the bone dragon would really obey his orders.

This is also related to the current situation.

Currently, among all the nobles in the entire Nord Province, Raven is the only one who has received the First Class Medal of Courage. In terms of reputation, he is the most famous, and in terms of merit, if not the greatest, he is definitely the most conspicuous.

At this time, whoever destroyed the bone spire called "Ghost Tomb" would gain huge reputation and military merit, overshadowing Raven who had "no outstanding merit".

So, Raven’s real idea was—

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

As soon as Margaret left, Raven immediately summoned his personal soldiers. Nominally, they continued to sweep the lower city, but in fact they were very close to the city gate so that they could always pay attention to the developments 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 flew straight out of the city!

At this time, the four temporary legions were rushing towards the Bone Tower, and everyone wanted to be the first to achieve success.

Especially Hyde.

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

It was obvious that they were here to share the credit, but the nobles dared not say anything - all the subsequent military credits would have to be shared by the Slater family, and it was not easy to offend them.

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

Like Viscount John, he had figured it out. Instead of selling favors to those nobles who were jumping up and down, it would be better to humble himself and show goodwill to the Slater family.

The moment the bone dragon flew over, everyone was frightened. After the city was broken, the bone dragon appeared several times, but they were all the main forces that went to the inner city to help the Hand of Death, and they had never taken action outside the city.

However, before the battle fell into chaos, the bone dragon's next action left everyone dumbfounded.

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

When the dragon's 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's breath.

However it failed.

The dragon's breath was like a spear held by a god, piercing through the barrier of the bone spire and slamming into the body that was as thick as a mountain. It blew bone powder all over the originally smooth surface, corroded a hole big enough to fit a house, and then swallowed up the entire spire from the inside out.

Amid the howling of souls, the bone spires collapsed with a loud bang, splashing broken bones and stones onto the ground like raindrops. At one point, there were thousands of undead creatures crushed, and countless more were affected by the fragments. Many people in the coalition were also injured.

The one who was hurt the most was Hyde.

Originally, the credit for demolishing the Bone Spire was about to fall on him. 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 the bone dragon destroyed the spire, it flapped its wings and flew away.

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

"Uncle Jon, what do you think about us putting up the Bone Spire and then tearing it down again?"

Of course this statement will not receive a response.

With the collapse of the Bone Spire, the war truly entered the countdown to its end.

The four legions continued to clear out 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 three powerful men, Tyrone, Montreal and Thomas, Sachni's position was exposed, the necromancer was wiped out, and his body was destroyed by Thomas' fifth-level divine art "Sky Flame Sun Bomb".

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

With the death of Sachni, the army of undead disappeared. Even though there were still a large number of undead creatures wandering around the city, neither the nobles nor Thomas, who had acted compassionate before, cared about it.

They are all paying attention to another thing -

Share the credit!

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(End of this chapter)