The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

"Your Highness, how can you become the minion of the dead?"

Calante didn't answer the prince's question, but asked in a nonchalant manner.

His expression was complex, with anger at being deceived, and confusion at the eldest prince, but in the end they all condensed into an indelible sadness.

"To survive."

"The Cologne Empire was established by force, but I am a useless piece of talent, so what if I am the first born?"

The eldest prince smiled contemptuously, clenched his fists, felt the surging power in his body, and said happily:

"Now that I have enough power, I can take back what is rightfully mine."

Calante closed his eyes in pain when he heard the words, his lips opened and closed, mumbled, and finally turned into a sigh.

"...Actually, His Majesty also wanted to protect you, you..."

"fart!"

Calante's words were interrupted by the furious prince.

"Protect me? Then watch me being turned into a useless person by that bastard of the second child? Watch me being kicked out and the king doesn't care?"

"Do you know how cold the wind is on the Emerald Frontier?"

"No matter how cold it is, it is far less cold than mine."

The eldest prince looked at Calant who was kneeling in front of him, with a little desolation in his crazy eyes.

"It's all their own fault."

"..."

Calant was speechless.

This man who had always been majestic like a lion finally closed his eyes and shed two lines of tears.

He said in a trembling voice, choked with sobs:

"This subordinate understands. This subordinate is willing to open up borders and expand the territory for Your Highness, for Your Highness!"

The cold moonlight dragged a lonely silhouette behind Calante, and the prince's scarlet eyes were touched for a moment.

I don't know when, the hair of this man who watched him grow up and was regarded as his uncle by him has turned gray.

His loyalty is unquestionable, as it is in this moment.

No matter how proud he was of being a human being, he is now willing to give it up and become a lowly blood slave just to reassure himself.

But the eldest prince understood that this was the path he was destined to follow.

From the moment he accepted the gift from the Necromancer, his fate was already doomed.

To become a king, one must be ruthless.

The eldest prince no longer hesitated.

As the cold wind passed by, Calante was surrounded by countless bats, the breath of the undead scattered everywhere, and the surrounding walls were covered with a layer of frost.

After everything subsided, Calant still knelt there, as if nothing had happened.

But the scarlet eyes and sharp fangs have already explained his identity, and just changed.

The Necromancer's army had already advanced to the palace. Except for Xi Wei who recalled his troops earlier than the chicken thieves, the other lords were chasing after the victory, hoping to gain more military merits.

They are still naively working hard for their future.

When they realized that behind them was a sea of ​​dead souls, in front of them was a solid palace wall, and there were hundreds of templar knights and thousands of griffin knights waiting in full force.

It's too late.

The sea of ​​hundreds of thousands of undead drowned all the armies of these lords and turned them into allies.

In the end, only the power of the Pope and the Grand Prince remained on the battlefield.

The players who had known the identity of the eldest prince for a long time also hid near a city wall near the palace under the command of the scheming frog.

Not long ago, he had brought Gou Fugui to quietly destroy the soul-gathering circle, and then the undead could only be transformed into living power, but they would not be able to be resurrected through the soul-gathering circle after they died.

According to his rough calculations, the number of undead and the pope's subordinates fighting to the death should not be a big problem.

No matter who wins below, it doesn't matter to their players.

But if both the pope and the grand prince's undead army lose, then their players don't mind picking peaches at the end.

Now that Ye Hao is dead and the players have no leader, it is time for the scheming frog to operate freely.

It's just that the scheming frog doesn't know that on the wall opposite him, there is still a sixth child hidden, that is Lord Eagle.

On the palace wall of the Imperial Palace in Cologne, the Pope overlooks the Grand Prince and Calant standing in front of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Behind him, Anna was sitting there quietly comprehending the battlefield like a meat grinder.

"Your Highness, I really never thought that the one who could stand in front of me would be you, who has been treated like an idiot."

The old Pope looked around the vast sea of ​​undead with calm eyes, without the slightest fear on his face, instead he continued to say with a smile:

"Not only that, but it also brought such a big surprise."

"It's just a servant who is begging for mercy in front of the gods, what can you know?"

The eldest prince made no secret of his contempt for the old pope.

When his father was alive, the old Pope was as honest as a dog. When his father died, he would come out and bite everywhere.

Just a bullying trash.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with the old dog on the palace wall anymore, the bat wings behind him flapped fiercely, and turned into a group of "squeaky" screaming bats to kill the old pope.

At the same time, Calante silently raised the long sword in his hand, and the sea of ​​undead behind him creaked intensively, like a dark wave that came alive, and began to silently surge towards the palace .

Facing the murderous eldest prince, the Pope just raised his hand, and a golden halo appeared on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, raging flames ignited on the golden light wheel, and a knight made of flames jumped out of the light wheel riding a lava horse, and slashed at the flying bats with a sword.

A group of nearby Templars also did their own thing.

The light of fighting spirit and magic flashed near the palace wall, illuminating a small piece of sky, but more templars and griffin knights had already killed the sea of ​​​​undead.

They have only one task, which is to delay time.

From time to time, a griffin rider would grab one or two undead and throw them from high altitude, hitting the city wall and turning them into a pool of rotten flesh.

There are also unlucky Griffin Knights who are shot down from the sky by bone spears densely packed like locusts, or are entangled by undead when they dive and fall into desperation.

This battle was far less loud than the previous siege battle. Instead, there were only the screams of the griffins and the roars of the templars.

The undead are always silent, and their silence makes the battlefield even more eerie.

Each of the undead is like a killing machine. Although they cannot inherit [-]% of their strength in life, they have become fearless and even weirder.

"Ugh!"

In a corner of the battlefield, a griffin rider was accidentally dragged off the griffin by a dozen undead spirits. He screamed in horror and struggled vigorously, but it seemed as if he had fallen into a deep quagmire.

Countless broken palms pulled him, and there was only a scalp-numbing "creak" sound in his ears, and the densely packed weapons clanged, and within a short while, he was chopped into several pieces.

A dead spirit with only a head left, bit the griffin's neck tightly, no matter how hard the griffin struggled, it was useless, and in the end it could only be exhausted and dragged into the vast sea of ​​bones.

Similar scenes took place all over the battlefield. Facing the terrifying undead natural disaster, the pope's remaining defensive force became stretched.

"Blood draw!"

Near the palace wall, the cold and soft voice echoed, and the blood of the surrounding soldiers spewed out from the seven orifices strangely and gathered on the Eldest Prince.

At this time, he had been fighting with the old pope for a long time.

In the battle with the old pope, he was not at a disadvantage. Now there are living blood eaters nearby. He relies on the ability of the vampire prince to absorb blood to restore his injuries and energy, and he has gradually become invincible.