Imperial Crown

The purification force field that originally covered the battlefield collapsed quietly.

This force field can purify toxins that penetrate into the human body and can also suppress the production of toxins, but if the time is not enough, it cannot purify the toxicity of the poison itself.

The suppressed snake head fruit poison mist spread again, covering all the Eivor long-range troops of the two legions!

This time, there is no such good luck as before.

They were already in a mess due to the impact of the wind king, and they collapsed instantly when the poison mist invaded. Everyone was rushing around, trying to escape from the hell of poisonous smoke.

The rain of arrows finally stopped.

Lancha, who had been suppressed for a long time and even retreated once, was finally able to take a breath again.

It's time to launch a counterattack.

"Transmit..."

Lancha stopped as soon as the voice came out.

After the previous round of attacks, his soldiers were already afraid of fighting.

Under the rain of arrows, the original 3,000-man team has now been reduced to less than 2,300 people, and almost everyone is injured.

With low morale and drooping heads, they looked like a group of middle-aged men who were kicked off the bed by their wives.

After all, they had just experienced a defeat. They were okay in a favorable battle, but they were still not up to the task of tackling a tough challenge.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Lancha's eyes.

Raven's order to him was to hold on. Now, with the help of the Wind King, this goal can be achieved. There is no need to force his soldiers to fight.

In this way, the family can better preserve the fire.

But is it really necessary?

If Raven loses this battle, will they have the courage to hold the knife again after facing two defeats and jumping back and forth twice? Can they be the core of the family's future army?

What's more, his previous tactics have caused too much damage to the other side. If he is defeated and captured, he may be fine, but his soldiers will definitely suffer inhuman revenge.

Thinking of what the other side did to the local serfs, Lancha can more and more determine this possibility.

And if Raven won, what future would they have if they, who were originally surrendered, remained unmoved when friendly forces were fighting fiercely?

"Is this also part of your calculation, Baron Raven?" Lancha pursed his lips with a hint of bitterness.

He had no choice at this moment, and could only serve Raven wholeheartedly.

Of course, there was another choice, which was to defect immediately on the battlefield.

But the oath of the soul constrained his actions.

He had already betrayed once, and he didn't want to bear more stigma!

Taking a deep breath, Lancha's eyes became firm and clear. He drew the long sword from his waist, strode forward, and pointed the sword directly at Jared's army.

"Independent Legion, follow me to charge!"

Before the voice fell, he was the first to rush up.

Even the guards around him didn't react.

"Follow me" and "charge for me", although there is only one word difference, the effect is very different.

Especially Lancha is Du Duo's son.

Maybe the 1st Independent Corps of the Eagle Army doesn't care which army they serve, but they won't allow their masters to take risks!

With deep misunderstanding, they had to launch a charge with Lancha!

At the same time.

In the poisonous smoke, Archbishop Hemingway frowned.

As a priest, he has a very handsome face, and he doesn't look like he's over 40 years old, and he's in great shape.

Through the priest's robe, you can see his plump and round buttocks.

This is also the opportunity for him to become a priest-if you really want to trace it back, it should be from when he was a little boy.

In addition to the priest's standard scepter, he also holds a golden metal disc in his hand.

This disc is slightly larger than a palm, covered with dense magic circuits, and a groove is opened on both the front and back to inlay magic crystals.

Now the plate is emitting a faint white light, flowing and rising, supporting a clean space with a radius of about 10 meters.

This is a "holy device" enshrined in the church. Of course, if it is seen by a magician, then it should be a "magic device".

The essence of the two is the same, using complex magic structures to achieve the desired effect.

It is because of it that Hemingway can perform such a large-scale ritual magic without preparation - the purification force field.

But now, this plate, which was originally exquisite and looked like a work of art, is stained with a frowning black dirt.

It also reduces its power from covering the entire battlefield to only supporting a radius of 10 meters around it.

Eivor's archers surrounded Hemingway, avoiding the invasion of toxins.

Some people even pushed out the new comrades who rushed in to prevent them from occupying their living space.

The soldiers around him were getting more and more crowded, and the smell of sweat and blood on their bodies forced Hemingway to cover his nose and endure it.

Looking at the contaminated holy device in his hand, Hemingway had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Just now, the view was still wide, and the opponent could destroy the holy disk by secret means. Now it is so crowded, wouldn't it give the opponent a chance to attack?

So he said:

"All of you get out of the way, leave me at least 3 meters of space!"

His understanding of human hearts is really too shallow.

If it was in a church, in a town or on a rural street, everyone would obey him when he said this, even the nobles would give him face.

But this is a battlefield!

The remaining space was crowded with people, and no one wanted to return to the poisonous smoke that killed people.

Therefore, this sentence immediately had full effect——

Counterproductive.

People outside were afraid of being pushed out, so they began to squeeze inward desperately.

The pressure was transmitted inward layer by layer, causing Hemingway to stumble!

"Go away, I told you to make room, didn't you hear me?" Hemingway shouted, but it was of no use at all.

In the chaos, Hemingway noticed someone slapped his butt.

And pinched it!

Anger rose in his heart - even if these untouchables disobeyed his orders, now they dared to approach his noble body!

Although my beautiful buttocks are plump, can you untouchables touch them?

Do you think you are a red archbishop?

Moreover, he kept these untouchables in the circle before with the intention of using them as human shields. Now that they are so crowded that they are almost invisible, what is the use of keeping them?

At this thought, Hemingway tightened his grip on the scepter in his hand.

Light burst out from the scepter and fell on Hemingway one after another, as if he was covered with a layer of golden clothes.

When the light was extremely bright, it suddenly dimmed and turned into a dome light curtain that pushed outwards!

"Holy Nova."

The soldiers who were contaminated by the light curtain were first ignited with bright yellow sacred fire, and then they were pushed and thrown away!

Those soldiers who still wanted to crowd inward were like running into a mad running bull, and were hit by the huge force with broken bones and tendons, and blood spurting from the mouth!

Screams came and went.

When the light disappeared, there was no trace of any living person in the circle held up by the holy plate. Only the blood stains left by the soldiers on the ground were still burning under the holy fire.

A broken body staggered out of the fog.

His body was covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, his right hand was broken, his chest was dented, and his head was slumped on his left shoulder at a strange angle.

But his mouth kept opening and closing:

"It hurts, it hurts... Lord Archbishop, why do you do this to me? Why..."

Hemingway's heart tightened: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

Before he finished speaking, the scepter in his hand was pointed directly at the moving corpse, and a ball of light bullets suddenly flew out, exploding a ball of flame on the corpse.

In the firelight, layers of black air overflowed, and the body melted like an ice sculpture, and peeled off like a painted skin, revealing an ugly and ferocious figure.

"Witch?!" Hemingway was horrified: "No wonder Count Tudor was defeated. It turns out that there is an evil creature like you in Lei Wen's army!"

"The rumors are correct. Raven is a demon king who can eat people. Only such an evil existence can someone like you work by his side!"

Margaret put her fingers on her chest and giggled: "I, this evil creature, have never harmed any innocent person since I entered Lord Raven's command. On the contrary, you..."

"How does it feel to kill the troops of your own camp?"

As she spoke, wisps of black air flowed out from Margaret's fingers, sinking to the ground and flowing like the cold wind blowing through the window in winter and condensing into cold air.

"They failed to protect me. I should have died ten thousand times!"

Hemingway was not shaken by Margaret's words at all:

"Besides, wasn't it you, the dirty and evil witch, who asked me to kill them?"

As he said that, he suddenly put his hand into his arms, and there was already a sparkling jade medal, and he crushed it with force.

Dust-like light spots surged out from it, outlining an angelic vision behind Hemingway!

She knelt down behind Hemingway, folded her hands on her chest, lowered her head, and covered Hemingway firmly with her wings.

A bright light burst out, and the power of the black curse that was spreading on the ground turned into wisps of smoke and was evaporated, and layers of blisters appeared on Margaret's skin!

A scream burst out of Margaret's throat:

"Fourth-level magic, protected by angels!?"

Hemingway nodded indifferently.

Only those who see themselves clearly are considered smart.

Hemingway believed that he was not stupid.

He has never fought against a strong person of the same level in his life, and he knows that he lacks actual combat experience.

Therefore, he would not be so blindly arrogant as to think that he could defeat a witch who had lived for hundreds of years and had endless tricks with just the gift of the Lord of Light.

And when the witch appeared in front of him, she must have some agenda.

That's why Hemingway made this decision.

The first time he used the sacred jade given to him by His Excellency Cardinal Bosse, the Archbishop of Eivor Diocese, for self-defense.

Margaret was horrified. She did not expect Hemingway to have such determination and courage.

A divine jade with a fourth-level magic sealed inside it can be said to be priceless, and its preciousness is not even inferior to that of a third-level enchanted weapon!

Now it's so easy to use.

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The cursed power in her body was rapidly consumed by the angel's light, and Margaret felt like magma was flowing in her veins.

She wanted to pull away and retreat, but the coercion emanating from the angel pinned her firmly in place, unable to move at all!

Then, the angel slowly raised his head and his eyes immediately locked onto hers.

The air began to condense into balls of bright white light, and at this moment, it seemed that even the sky was dimming.

1 group, 10 groups, 100 groups!

They floated in the air, like stars falling to the ground, and like a large net without leakage, binding Margaret tightly!

The blazing light illuminated Margaret's body. She was like a steamer, with black breath flowing out of her five senses and seven orifices, and would be evaporated and destroyed in the blink of an eye!

The light ball was getting closer and closer, approaching Margaret's body, and the horrible burning sensation almost made her lose her mind!

Hemingway sneered:

"Lowly evil thing, die now!"

"No one will mourn for you in hell!"

At this time, Margaret looked at Hemingway through the gap between the light balls, and her lips moved:

"Your butt feels quite good, Bishop!"

What?

Hemingway was stunned.

First disgusted, then astonished!

Has she approached him a long time ago?

Is my butt so attractive?

No, that's not right. If she can get close to me, she has the opportunity to plot against me. It's impossible for her to do nothing!

So what did she do...

A sharp pain suddenly came from his waist, and then spread all over his body in an instant.

Hemingway looked down and saw that his palms were covered with black fine lines, as if there were worms crawling and twisting in them!

Then there were worms that actually broke through the blood vessels on the back of his hand and crawled out.

They were white and tiny like millet.

They were maggots!

When the maggots began to climb, he saw the skin on his palms began to rot and turn black, layers of flesh and blood peeled off, and the stench of decay hit him!

He bent down and wanted to vomit, but he vomited a bunch of maggots with a wow!

Only dead people have so many maggots in their bodies!

"Am I dead?"

"Yes, you are dead."

A gentle male voice appeared in Hemingway's ears, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

No maggots, no stench.

But Hemingway knew that he was really going to die.

Because he saw an arm wrapped in bandages sticking out of the body, and in the palm of the hand, there was a beating heart.

His own heart.

"So, it was all... an illusion?"

This was Hemingway's last words.

The next moment, the heart was crushed into pulp in front of him!

Margaret stood up, with traces of the holy fire still on her body. She looked behind Hemingway and complained:

"If you come a little later, I will really die!"

The man behind Hemingway was William. At this moment, he was wrapped up like a corpse in a tomb, and he had a heavy helmet like a bucket on his head:

"That's the fourth-level angel's protection. It's daytime now. I was almost blind when I rushed up!"

"In this weather, I can't move for too long. I'll go back first. I'll leave this to you!"

After saying that, he turned and rushed into the thick green smoke.

"Useless man!"

Margaret spat in dissatisfaction, dragged her wounded body to Hemingway's body, and picked up the disc.

Hemingway was indeed a terrible opponent, and was very vigilant.

The contact time was too short, and she failed to obtain body tissue, so she could only cast a weaker hallucinogenic curse.

This curse cannot kill a third-level priest.

If William had not arrived in time, sneaked and killed Hemingway, and ended the angel's protection, Margaret would have died this time.

"I hope the master will like it." Margaret stroked the holy disk.

This kind of magic guide device that can be used repeatedly, if used properly, can be of great help to the war.

Margaret can't wait to change a new skin.

Taking off the magic crystal on it, the light on the holy disk dimmed, and the last small piece of pure land without poisonous smoke was gradually covered.

On the battlefield, the 1st Independent Corps led by Lancha performed well as their elite reputation.

The bright fighting spirit burning on Lancha's body was like a beacon in the dark night. He rushed into the formation of the Eivor army alone!

No one was Lancha's enemy. He waved his long sword, and every time he could bring up a burst of blood and harvest a life.

This kind of tactics was doomed to be unsustainable, and it also made him a living target in the eyes of all enemies!

It's not that he didn't know how to save fighting spirit, nor did he want to self-destruct here, but Lancha knew that only by doing so could he inspire the fighting spirit of his soldiers as much as possible.

This tactic was indeed successful.

Maybe it was Lancha's leading by example that inspired them, maybe they were ashamed of Lancha's charge, or they simply wanted to vent their anger at being suppressed.

Their charge seemed to be messy, but they kept a subtle distance from each other, and they could cover each other alternately and move forward together!

For a time, the originally neat defense line of the Jialid army became bumpy and uneven, and it was still sinking inward!

When the feather arrows stopped, not only Lancha's independent legion was freed, but also the wind king's troops in the sky!

They dived down, releasing pulse surges, throwing javelins, or simply pounced, slaughtering those panicked soldiers who had no idea how to deal with the enemy in the air!

The defense line, which was still in a stalemate, became precarious because of the rising smoke!

Jared listened to the battle report from the front line and looked at the Wind King troops who were constantly attacking in the sky. His face was as ugly as if he had drunk 2 liters of black vinegar.

After struggling, he had to issue the last order:

"Send someone... to ask Lord Palmer for help, and tell him that I can't hold on any longer!"

The fast horse brought the message to Palmer.

The earl, who always kept his emotions to himself, showed some surprise and anger:

"What!?"

"You have to hold on even if you can't. Tell Jared that if this war fails, he can't bear the responsibility!"

"Either celebrate your victory alive, or die in front!"

Seeing Palmer's loss of composure, Marquis Faraday was secretly happy.

Giving the command to Earl Palmer had already made him a little angry, but he suppressed it due to the situation.

Now he even liked Lancha a little.

After all, the right wing was full of soldiers under Earl Palmer, and there were two legions of long-range troops to support them.

Just facing 3,000 soldiers who had just defected, they had to ask for help.

On the other hand, the left wing was led by Viscount Fowler, the confidant of Marquis Faraday, and all were under Faraday's control.

There were three legions, the same as the right wing, but they were facing the Eagle Army's Second Legion, which had won two consecutive victories and had a size of 5,000 people.

Now, the battle line is still stable.

The gap was revealed all of a sudden!

"Viscount Fowler sent an urgent letter, the left wing is in urgent need of support!"

Marquis Faraday's smile froze on his face:

"What!?"

He seemed to notice a hint of relief on Palmer's face.

But now Faraday had no time to care about these.

The right wing led by Jared collapsed, and that was with the help of the Wind King's troops.

Why did the left wing collapse?

Fowler is a top student who graduated from the National Military Academy of the Kingdom of Fitton!

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