Imperial Crown.

Chapter 379: Fighting at Posuo Palace
Posha Palace.

As the palace where successive Grand Dukes of Eivor have lived, the Pasa Palace has extremely complete protective measures.

Not only does it have a magical barrier that can defend against aerial attacks, but the detection of supernatural powers also covers almost every corner.

Any unauthorized entry by the extraordinary will trigger a reaction from the magic circle in the Posha Palace, which will sound an alarm, locate the enemy's direction, and record the scene immediately.

Right in front of Eivor VIII, a picture was unfolding - that was exactly what the monitoring array had recorded earlier.

At the beginning, the picture was empty, with only the heavily defended drainage outlet of the Possa Palace. After a while, two figures gradually appeared.

"Flindo!?" Eivor VIII was furious: "She, she actually betrayed me!?"

"No, Your Highness, that was not Flindo herself." The court magician of Eivor whispered, "Judging from the fluctuations emanating from her, it should be a witch occupying Flindo's body."

As the wizard adjusted the magic power in his hands, the scene in the picture changed. There were no longer colors in the conventional sense, but it was as if covered with a layer of green gauze, and all the colors began to become strange.

And Flindo exuded a twisted and terrifying black aura.

The color flashed by quickly, enough for Eivor VIII to recognize the situation. The next second, Raven's face appeared clearly in the picture.

Originally, Eivor VIII had already prepared the most vicious words to blast at Raven.

But when he saw Raven's face, he was stunned.

Before he ascended the throne, Eivor VIII was also a recognized handsome man, but after meeting Raven, he sincerely felt ashamed of himself.

"This... this is what a human being looks like!"

Although the portrait I saw before was not distorted, it could not depict even one tenth of Lei Wen's temperament!

The painter before should have been thrown into prison and hanged!
Raven looked even younger than in the portrait. He wore simple and capable leather armor and his eyes were calm and steady. Even though he had a hint of nervousness and uneasiness before actually taking action, it did not affect his handsome face that was like a work of art.

For a moment, Eivor VIII even had an urge to paint an oil painting tailor-made for Raven.

That will definitely be his best work in his life!

When the gap between people is too big, there will be no jealousy.

Instead, Eivor VIII developed a strong desire for possession.

If I could capture Raven, dress him in the clothes I designed myself, and make him my own concubine, then...

He licked his lips subconsciously.

Raven in the picture suddenly raised his head and looked over here!
This image was not transmitted in real time, but was reproduced by the magic circle not long ago. At that time, Raven should have only noticed the existence of this surveillance magic circle.

But Eivor VIII still felt his hair stand on end!

That look was just like a monster locking onto its prey; there was no cruelty or murderous intent in it, only calm and deep confidence.

next second.

Raven raised his palm and a green flame burst out, and the scene instantly returned to darkness.

Tick.

Cold sweat streamed down Eivor VIII's forehead.

The attack on the Posa Palace terrified Aivor. When he wanted to order the outside troops to return for support, he learned of Prime Minister Gatugen's plan, and became even more shocked and angry.

This old guy actually doesn't take me seriously at all!

However, after calming down, he immediately made a decision - let the reincarnated angel Aesirel take the palace guards to deal with the invaders.

Eivor VIII was confident in this decision because the court mage told him that the invaders were just two level 4 transcendents.

The guard force of Posha Palace, in addition to the 5th level Aesiril, also includes 6 3rd level palace guard leaders, which are enough to eliminate these two ignorant invaders.

Now, Eivor VIII wavered.

It's almost common sense that a 4th level can't beat a 5th level.

Didn’t Flindo also fail?!

Moreover, although the video does not record how Raven destroyed the sewer exit, the sewer exit has been maintained all year round, and even a level 5 extraordinary person might not be able to break through it, but he could not last more than a minute in front of Raven.

He was not sure now whether Aesriel and the guard leaders could really stop Raven!
If Raven kills Aethel, or is just beaten back, we still have to wait for an opportunity to strike...

Eivor VIII shuddered violently and was once again enveloped by fear.

Escape? But the Posha Palace is the strongest building in the Blue Castle. Even if he runs, where can he go?

Damn Raven, he was so insidious and despicable, pretending to attack the city but actually threatening his life directly!

What’s even more despicable is Gatugen, who ignored his own safety and ordered all the troops to leave the city to encircle and suppress the Eagle Army!
Oh, Gatugen...

Eivor VIII suddenly remembered that Raven had sent two messengers. He was so angry that he wanted to kill them. Later he found out that they were not dead, but were hidden by people sent by Gatugen.

"Hurry, hurry to the dungeon and bring those two people out!"

"Oh, and the birds they rode on!"

……

Aethel stood in a corridor to the east of the Posa Palace.

The sunlight shone on his back, casting a clear shadow in front of him.

Not far in front of him was black smoke rising into the sky.

This was originally the place where the servants of the Posuo Palace lived. After the explosion of the drainage pipe, a lot of dirt came up, making the smell even worse.

The guards who were blocking the road all had hideous looks on their faces from the smoke. Some of them tried to breathe through their mouths but could only choke and retch.

Aesirel said expressionlessly:

"Everyone, be alert. If the Grand Duke's safety is in danger, I can live, but you will all die!"

These words immediately helped the guards who were having trouble concentrating to regain their focus.

A group of guards who cannot guarantee the safety of the Grand Duke are not qualified to stay in the Posa Palace.

Although most of them were of noble birth, most of them had no right of inheritance in their families. Once they were driven out of Posha Palace, it would be difficult for them to find such a good livelihood again.

Although the surrounding guard commanders were not very satisfied with Athiril's "interfering in other people's affairs", they could only grit their teeth and endure it because of his strength.

The reincarnated angels only serve the successive rulers of the Principality of Eivor, and do not hold any substantive positions other than that.

When the Duchy of Eivor was first established, it was the direct descendants of the Eivor family who held this power.

Its first owner, Eivor I, the founder of the Duchy of Eivor, unleashed the full potential of a reincarnated angel and, as a seventh-level strongman, founded this duchy that has been passed down for more than 600 years.

However, Eivor I died suddenly not long after he unified the country; his eldest son inherited the power of the reincarnated angel, but also died suddenly before he could succeed to the throne. After that, the position of Grand Duke fell into the hands of Eivor II.

In view of the experiences of the first two inheritors, no matter who is in charge of the government of Eivor in the future, they will no longer covet the power of the reincarnated angel.

The Grand Duke of the Principality of Aivor has always mastered the method of controlling the reincarnated angels, so in principle, the reincarnated angels do not change with the alternation of the Grand Duke's position; their longer lifespan compared to mortals also allows them to serve several generations of Grand Dukes.

For example, Athiril has served in the Posa Palace for 117 years.

He spent almost his entire long life studying his own strength.

He inherited the memories of reincarnated angels from past generations and knew that the power of the angels' origins had yet to be fully tapped by him.

But apart from being able to use his strength more and more skillfully, his own fighting spirit grew extremely slowly.

In 117, he only advanced from level 5, 5 stars to level 6, stars.

Although the lifespan of a reincarnated angel is long, he is only at level 5 in strength, so he can only live for 300 years.

Including the time before he became a reincarnated angel, he only had about 160 years left to live.

It is basically impossible to advance to level 6.

So most of the time, bored Aesirel would always wonder what methods he would use to capture the Posa Palace.

There are not many options. After all, the Posha Palace not only has a defensive array that can resist long-range and magical attacks, but also has a no-fly array, so even if you want to fly in, you can't do it.

But the only thing is that Athiril never thought of getting in from underground!
After all, the defense there is not inferior to the Wall of Sighs. It is better to bombard the gate of Posa Palace head-on than to bomb there.

In this respect, Raven is truly a genius.

His waist felt warm, and the long sword "Grimpis" he was wearing emitted a light pink glow, which was a warning from this companion weapon to the evil forces.

"Everyone be alert!" Azriel spoke immediately.

late.

All around, the guards who were originally responsible for surrounding the place suddenly staggered and fell down one by one.

Ga-ga-ga-ga

The sound of dense flapping wings was heard, and crows with shiny black feathers swooped down. They landed on the fallen guards, peeled off their visors with their claws, and pecked at them mercilessly.

The smell of blood even diluted the stench in the air.

Amid the sound of sharp claws cutting flesh, the crows tore at the guards' faces and stuffed strips of fresh meat into their throats.

When some crows look up, they can even be seen holding the eyeballs of their victims - the nerves inside the eyeballs that connect to their owners are not even severed.

hum-

Athiril drew his sword, and a pink holy spring of fighting spirit flowed under his feet, creating a circle of ripples.

Wherever they passed, the crows flapped their wings, screamed, and flew up, but they turned into black smoke in the surrounding fighting spirit.

Although the eyeballs that were dug out could not grow back, the guards' wounds began to heal under the effect of this pink fighting spirit.

"The Holy Spring Fighting Qi is well-deserved of its reputation."

No matter whose voice it is, when Margaret uses it, it becomes smooth and charming:
"It's just that you shouldn't think about saving them."

Margaret's figure swayed as she walked out, and as she approached, the guards who were lying on the ground suddenly opened their eyes wide.

His eyes were filled with black bloodshot like worms!
Bang bang bang!
There were frequent popping sounds from the guards' joints, and milky blood gushed out, seeping through their armor and falling to the ground.

They also stood up in various weird postures, waving various weapons and rushing towards Athiril and others! Athiril frowned.

In his inherited memories, there was no magic that could achieve such an effect.

So, out of caution, he took a few steps back.

But the six guard leaders saw an opportunity.

They looked at each other, each ignited their fighting spirit, and slowly moved forward.

Be it a witch or a wizard, neither of them is good at close combat!

In the witch-hunting era, even ordinary people could catch witches and magicians of level 2 or 3.

The leaders displayed their superb skills and launched a charge in this narrow alley.

And those resurrected corpses that looked like puppets only looked scary, but they were simply unable to withstand the attacks of these six level 6 warriors.

In almost an instant, they were all killed.

Margaret seemed to want to take advantage of this gap to cast a spell, but was surrounded by six level 6 warriors who broke through the defense line.

wrong!

Athiril frowned tightly. The previous intelligence had already said that there were two level 2 people coming this time, in addition to the witch, there was also Raven himself.

Now that the witch has shown up, where is Raven?
More importantly, since she is a Level 4 witch, how could she be controlled so easily?
Thinking of the characteristics of witches and the areas where Flindo excels, Aesir shouted:

"Retreat quickly! It's an illusion!"

As he spoke, the Greenpeace on his waist burst into a pink glow, instantly covering the entire street!
The purifying power of Grimpis spread, and wherever it passed, the scenery changed before Aethel's eyes.

The guards were all lying in their original positions, as if they had never moved, but they had turned into dried corpses!
The Holy Spring's fighting spirit can repair the damage done to life, but once too much is injected, it will cause people to grow and age rapidly and irreversibly, leading to death by withering!
It can be said that these soldiers were killed by the Holy Spring Qi of Azriel!
Athiril pursed his lips tightly and continued to look forward, only to see that the six level 6 transcendents had all turned their heads back.

Their movements were still smooth and silky, and their bodies were even burning with various kinds of fighting spirit, but among their facial features, there were wisps of black air constantly shuttling back and forth, flowing from the eyes into the nasal cavity, from the nostrils into the mouth, and then rising from the mouth into the nose.

With swaying steps and scattered formations, these six level 6 warriors actually showed the results of their daily training.

Three were in front and three were behind, slowly surrounding Athiril like a hunted group.

"You are right, Aesir." Margaret looked at the reincarnated angel intently: "What I used before was indeed an illusion."

"But now, they are truly controlled by me and have become my death puppets."

"Stop trying to purify them. You can't do it."

"The power from the Mother of Pure Black is not afraid of your so-called precious 'Holy Spring Fighting Spirit' - after all, you are only a lower-level angel."

"Now, experience what it's like to play against your former colleagues."

"Fuck me!"

At the command, the six level 6 guards suddenly rushed towards Athiril.

Athiril snorted coldly, and clenched his hands in the air, and two knight swords emitting pink light appeared in his hands.

A fifth-level knight can already condense his fighting spirit into something as solid as substance and create all kinds of elemental weapons!

Although it consumes a lot of one's own fighting spirit, its power is in no way inferior to the enchanted weapons of the same level - this is why, compared to high-level enchanted weapons, high-level enchanted armor is more common!
The two swords were crossed and swung horizontally in front of the body, creating two circles of pink fighting spirit ripples.

This can't be considered a combat skill, but facing a Tier 3 Transcendent, it can be said to be a dimensionality reduction attack!

The six extraordinary people each used their weapons to cut the pink ripples, but they were unable to shake the opponent at all.

These patterns turned into chains, binding them tightly!

"Witch, is this all you have?" Passing through six extraordinary people, Athiril walked towards Margaret step by step:

"Then it's time for you to die!"

Margaret was not at all panicked: "Angel, are you too contemptuous of your former colleagues?"

Before she finished her words, six thick black air emerged from under Margaret's skirt, fluttering in the air like the long tails of monsters!

Immediately afterwards, these six thick black auras drilled into the ground, forming bulges on the ground, and then drilled out from the ground, wrapping up the six level 6 transcendents!
"Ahhhh-"

Wild beast-like roars burst out from the throats of these six extraordinary beings. The various colors of fighting spirit burning on their bodies - red, green, blue, and yellow - all turned into pure black!
Twisted shadows appeared on the backs that were originally empty. These shadows seemed to be their souls, reflecting their actions.

A martial spirit created by nature!

And under their armor, a frightening silver-black pattern began to emerge, as if it was something only a fourth-level knight could possess...

Battle pattern!

And as their fighting spirit explodes at full force, its strength is really breaking the barrier of Level 4!

bang bang bang-

The chains that originally bound them broke one after another, and a howl that did not belong to the human world trembled and screamed in the air!
With almost no delay, the moment they broke free from their restraints, they rushed towards Aethriel, brandishing their weapons!

How much damage can six extraordinary people who are almost at level 6 and do not care about their own life and death bring?
Under the permeation of black fighting spirit, the earth became corrupted at this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the reliefs and oil paints on the walls on both sides of the streets were almost shattered in an instant, exploding into meaningless fine powder.

Black energy rose from Margaret's body into the sky, and she was completely sunk into darkness. Not even the sunlight could penetrate at all. Her five fingers were clenched tightly, as if a goddess was commanding her warriors to kill the enemy!
Athiril's expression was extremely calm, and the pink holy spring fighting spirit condensed into a layer of light film on her body.

With a trace of compassion in his eyes, Athiril sighed:
"A soul controlled by evil... so rough!"

It was clear that there was tangible silver-black fighting spirit all around him, and it was clear that the six transcendents who were almost at level 6 were rushing towards him, and the pressure was so great that even the ground beneath his feet could not bear it.

But Aethel took a step forward anyway.

His long life of 117 years gave him plenty of time to hone his fighting spirit and skills and digest the experience in his inherited memory.

A figure emitting pink light shuttled through the darkness, stabbing with both swords alternately, as if a performer was conducting a piece of music with great passion.

Wherever he passed, the black air currents were cut off, and the sword formed by the pink light in his hand pierced through the armor of his former colleagues at all unexpected angles.

Between the eyebrows, throat, chest...

Each sword stabbed their most vital parts, and after each sword strike, a black substance as sticky as kerosene flowed out from the wound.

Margaret's face was tense. She had not expected that the six "Death Puppets" that she had created with all her might would not be a match for Athiril.

As the lightsabers transformed from the Holy Spring's fighting spirit pierced into the vital points of these puppets, their power was dissipating and Margaret's control was also reduced.

But this was not Margaret's last resort.

"Mother of pure black, origin of all things.

You formed all things in your image, and you bestowed upon all living things eternal blessings.

You are a tree, a grass, an insect, a fish, a bird, a beast, and a flying bird.

I ask that all things be made in your image, just as they are.

Clay sculptures, dirty and filthy. "

As the chanting was completed, Margaret clenched her hands tightly together, placed a black leaf in her palm, and then rubbed it hard!
The bodies of the six Death Puppets suddenly became erratic, completely losing their original shape. They deformed and flowed like clay, and were suddenly sucked onto Azriel like metal attracted by a magnet!
The pink fighting armor that was originally shining on Athiril became dim and bright, and a hint of paleness crept up his cheeks.

His Holy Spring Dou Qi was actually turning into nutrients for this lump of soil!

And he could also clearly feel that a destructive force was brewing in this clay!

"It's sad, isn't it?" Margaret coughed lightly. She had just been promoted to level 4, so she was not very comfortable using this ability.

"It will slowly devour your energy - although this is nothing to a reincarnated angel, you are carrying the weight of the earth. No one can take a step under such pressure."

"And it, having absorbed your energy, will explode after reaching its limit!"

"A true angel may not be afraid of its power, but you, as a vessel, will be completely destroyed."

Perhaps he was indeed suppressed by the power of this witchcraft and could not raise his head. Athiril said in a muffled voice:

"So, this is your last resort?"

Margaret's heart skipped a beat, and she felt an ominous premonition. Then she suddenly saw that the clay sculpture on Ethiril's body began to melt! ?
Just as she was about to detonate the clay sculpture, Margaret suddenly realized that she had lost contact with it!

Pain and stinging exploded inside Margaret!

“What… did you do!?”

Margaret looked up in horror and discovered that the sky had already become bright without her noticing.

It turned into a gorgeous pink!
A little raindrops fell in the air——

No, that was not rain, but sharp lightsabers as tiny as fluff!
The cutting of the lightsaber left tiny holes like honeycombs on the ground.

Wisps of black air spread over Margaret's body.

She had already been cut into pieces by the sword light.

What made Margaret despair was that the substitute puppet she had always relied on to maintain her life was now completely ineffective.

The power of the curse in her body was weakening, her soul was weakening, and even the memory imprint of Flandre that she had devoured and suppressed was beginning to loosen!
“Heavenly Feather Rain Slash.” The mud on Ethiril’s body had completely melted away, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone: “Can’t you withstand the mere combat skills of a lower-level angel?”

at this time.

A beam of green fire passed by Margaret and landed on Athiril.

boom--

The blue flame burned fiercely, instantly covering the pink glow.

Margaret was finally freed from the terror of impending death.

"Well done." A black figure appeared in front of Margaret, and then turned to look at Athiril:

"Are you ready now?"

Athiril was stunned: "What?"

"Go to hell!"

……

(End of this chapter)