Imperial Crown.

Chapter 337: The Butt
The purification force field that originally covered the battlefield quietly collapsed.

This force field can purify toxins that have penetrated 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 poisonous fog spread out again, covering all of the Aivor ranged troops of the two legions!
This time, I didn't have the same good luck as before.

They were already in a mess due to the attack of the Wind King, and they collapsed instantly when the poisonous fog invaded. Everyone was rushing around, trying to escape from this hell made of poisonous smoke.

The rain of arrows finally stopped.

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

It's time to launch a counterattack.

"pass……"

As soon as the voice came out, Lancha stopped.

After the last round of attacks, his soldiers were already beginning to feel afraid of fighting.

Under the rain of arrows, the original team of 3000 people has now been reduced to less than 2300 people, and almost everyone is injured.

With low morale and drooped heads, they looked like a group of middle-aged men whose wives kicked them out of bed.

After all, they had just experienced a failure. They were okay in fighting a favorable battle, but they were still not up to the task when it came to tackling tough problems.

There was a hint of hesitation in Lancha's eyes.

Raven's order to him was to hold the position, and now with the help of the Wind King, this goal could be achieved, so there was no need to force his soldiers to fight.

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

But does it really have to be this way?
If Raven loses this battle, will they have the courage to pick up the sword again after facing two defeats and jumping back and forth twice? Can they become the core of the family's future army?
What's more, his previous tactics had already caused too much damage to the enemy. If he were defeated and captured, he might be fine, but the soldiers under his command would definitely suffer inhuman revenge.

Thinking about what the other party had done to the local serfs, Lancha was more and more convinced of this possibility.

And if Raven wins, what future do they have for them, since they were surrendered and stood still like a mountain when their friendly forces were fighting fiercely?
"Is this also part of your calculation, Baron Raven?" Lancha pursed his lips with a hint of bitterness.

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

Of course, there is another option, which is to switch sides immediately on the battlefield.

But the oath of the soul restrains his actions.

Having already betrayed once, he doesn't want to bear any 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 and charge!"

Before he finished speaking, he was the first to rush forward.

Even the guards around him didn't react.

Although there is only one word difference between "follow me" and "follow me", the effects are very different.

Especially since Lancha is Duduo's son.

Maybe the 1st Independent Corps of the Eagle Army does not care which army they serve, but they will not allow their master to take risks!
With deep misunderstanding, they had to launch the charge along with Lancha!

at the same time.

Amid the poisonous smoke, Archbishop Hemingway frowned.

As a priest, he had a very handsome face and didn't look at all like he was in his 40s. He also kept himself in great shape.

Through the priest's robe, you can see the perky and round butt.

This was also the reason why he became a priest - if you really want to trace it back, it started when he was still a little boy.

In addition to the standard scepter for priests, he also held a golden metal disc in his hand.

This disc is slightly larger than a palm, and is covered with densely packed magic circuits. There is a groove on each side to embed 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 kind of "holy vessel" worshipped in the Vatican. Of course, if viewed by a magician, it would be a "magic device".

Both are essentially the same, using complex magical structures to achieve the desired effect.

It was because of it that Hemingway could perform such a large-scale ritual magic - the purification field - without any preparation.

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

It also reduced its power from covering the entire battlefield to only being able to support an area of ​​10 meters around it.

Eivor's archers gathered around Hemingway, dodging the poison.

Some people will even push out new comrades who rush in to prevent them from taking up their living space.

More and more soldiers crowded around him, and the smell of sweat and blood on them forced Hemingway to cover his nose and endure it.

Looking at the contaminated holy object in his hand, Hemingway had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just now the view was relatively clear, so the opponent could destroy the holy disk by covert means. Now it is so crowded, wouldn't that give the opponent a chance to launch a sneak attack?

So he spoke:

"Everyone, get out of the way and leave me at least 3 meters of space!"

His understanding of human nature is really too superficial.

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

But this is a battlefield!

The remaining space was already packed with people, and no one wanted to go back into the deadly toxic smoke.

Therefore, this sentence immediately had a full effect -

Counter-effect.

The people outside were afraid of being pushed out, so they began to crowd in desperately.

The pressure was transmitted inward layer by layer, causing Hemingway to stagger!
"Get out of the way! I told you to make room. Didn't you hear me?" Hemingway shouted, but it was of no use.

In the chaos, Hemingway felt someone patted his butt.

And pinched it!

Anger rose in his heart - it was bad enough that these lowly people did not obey his orders, but now they even dared to approach his noble body!

Although my buttocks are plump, can you lowly people touch them?
Do you think you are cardinals?
Moreover, he had kept these untouchables in the circle before with the intention of using them as meat shields. Now it is so crowded that they are almost invisible. What is the point of keeping them?
With this thought in mind, Hemingway clenched the scepter in his hand.

Light burst out from the scepter and fell on Hemingway, as if covering him with a layer of golden clothes.

When the light reached its peak, it suddenly dimmed and turned into a dome-shaped light curtain that pushed outward!
"Holy Nova."

The soldiers who were contaminated by the light curtain first had bright yellow sacred fire ignited on their bodies, and then they were pushed and thrown out with great force!

Those soldiers who still wanted to squeeze inward were like being hit head-on by a mad bull. The huge force broke their bones and spurted blood from their mouths!

Screams came and went.

When the light disappeared, there was no trace of any living person in the circle supported by the holy disk. Only the bloodstains 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 tattered, his right hand was broken, his chest was sunken, and his head was limp on his left shoulder at a strange angle.

But his mouth was opening and closing:
"It hurts, it hurts so much... Archbishop, why do you do this to me, why..."

Hemingway's heart tightened: "Playing tricks!"

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

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

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

"The rumors are correct. Raven is a demon king who eats people. Only such an evil being would have someone like you working by his side!"

Margaret put her fingers on her chest and giggled: "Since I joined Lord Raven's army, I have never hurt any innocent people. On the contrary, you..."

"How does it feel to kill your own troops?"

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

"They failed to protect me, they deserved to die a thousand times!"

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

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

As he spoke, he suddenly reached into his arms and found a glittering jade token, which he crushed with force.

Dust-like spots of light surged out from it, outlining the illusion of an angel that seemed to be there and not there behind Hemingway!

She knelt behind Hemingway, her arms folded across her chest, her head lowered, and her wings tightly shielded Hemingway.

A brilliant light burst out, and the black curse power that was spreading on the ground turned into wisps of green smoke and evaporated completely, and layers of blisters appeared on Margaret's skin!
A scream burst out from Margaret's throat: "Fourth-level divine art, angel protection!?"

Hemingway nodded indifferently.

Only those who can see themselves clearly can be considered wise.

Hemingway didn't think he was stupid.

He had never fought with a strong man of the same level in his life, and knew that he lacked practical experience.

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

The witch must have had some ulterior motive when she appeared before him.

That's why Hemingway made this decision.

He immediately used the divine jade given to him by His Excellency Cardinal Bosser of the Eivor Diocese for self-defense.

Margaret was shocked. She didn't expect Hemingway to be so determined and courageous.

A divine jade that seals a 4th-tier divine art is extremely priceless, and its preciousness is even not less than that of a rd-tier enchanted weapon!
Now it can be used so easily.

The curse power in her body was rapidly consumed under the angel's glow, and Margaret felt like magma was flowing in her veins.

She wanted to withdraw, but the pressure from the angel pinned her firmly to the spot, unable to move at all!
Then, the angel slowly raised his head and his eyes instantly locked onto her.

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

1 group, 10 groups, 100 groups!
They floated in the air like stars falling to the ground, or like a giant, impenetrable net that bound Margaret tightly!

The blazing light illuminated Margaret's body. She was like a steamer. Black air flowed out of her five senses and seven orifices, but would be evaporated and destroyed in the blink of an eye!
The ball of light was getting closer and closer, approaching Margaret's body. The horrible burning sensation almost made her lose her mind!

Hemingway sneered:

"You lowly evil creature, just die now!"

"No one will mourn for you in hell!"

At this moment, Margaret looked at Hemingway through the gap between the light balls, and her lips moved:
"Your butt feels quite good, Your Excellency the Bishop!"

what?
Hemingway was stunned.

First I felt disgusted, then I was shocked!
Has she already approached me?

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 the waist and then spread throughout the body in an instant.

Hemingway looked down and saw that his palms were covered with fine black lines, as if there were worms crawling and twisting in them!
Afterwards, a worm actually broke through the blood vessels on the back of his hand and crawled out.

They are white and as small as millet.

Those are maggots!

When the maggots began to climb, he saw the skin on his palms begin to rot and turn black, layers of flesh and blood peeled off, and a foul smell hit him in the face!

He bent down and wanted to vomit, but with a "wow" sound he vomited out a bunch of maggots!
Only dead people have so many maggots in their bodies!
"Could it be...I am 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 indeed 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?"

These were Hemingway's last words.

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

Margaret stood up, with traces of the Holy Fire still on her body, and looked behind Hemingway and complained:

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

The man behind Hemingway is William. At this moment, he is wrapped up like a corpse in a tomb, and a huge helmet as heavy as a bucket is on his head:
"That's a fourth-level angel's protection, and it's daytime now. I'm going to go blind when I rush over!"

"I can't move around for too long in this weather. I'm going back now. 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 formidable opponent, extremely vigilant.

The contact time was too short and she was unable to obtain any 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 and killed Hemingway by surprise, ending the angel's protection, Margaret would have died without a doubt.

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

This reusable magic device, if used properly, can be of great help in war.

Margaret couldn't wait to get a new body.

After taking off the magic crystal, 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 lived up to their reputation as an elite force.

The bright fighting spirit burning on Lancha's body was like a beacon in the dark night, and he rushed into the formation of Eivor's army alone!
No one can be a match for Lancha. Every time he swings the sword in his hand, he brings up a puff of blood and reaps a life.

This kind of tactic was doomed to fail and made him a sitting duck in the eyes of all enemies!
It's not that he doesn't know how to save his fighting spirit, nor does he want to self-destruct here, but Lancha knows that only by doing so can he inspire the fighting spirit of his soldiers as much as possible.

This tactic was indeed successful.

Perhaps it was Lancha's leading by example that inspired them, perhaps they felt ashamed of Lancha's charge, or perhaps they simply wanted to vent their anger at being suppressed and beaten.

Their charge seemed chaotic, but they maintained a subtle distance between each other, allowing them to cover each other and advance together!
For a moment, the originally neat defense line of Jared’s army became bumpy and uneven, and continued to sink inward!
When the feather arrows stopped, not only Lancha's independent army was freed, but also the Wind King's troops in the sky!
They swooped down, releasing pulses of electricity, throwing javelins, or simply pounced down, slaughtering the panicked soldiers who had no idea how to deal with the aerial enemies!
The defense line, which was originally in a stalemate, became precarious because of the rising smoke!

Jared listened to the battle reports coming back from the front line and looked at the Wind King's troops attacking from the sky. His face looked as ugly as if he had drunk 2 liters of black vinegar.

After much hesitation, he had to issue the final command:
"Send someone... to ask Lord Palmer for help. Tell him that we can't hold on any longer!"

The fast horse came to Palmer with the message.

The earl, who usually kept his emotions to himself, showed some surprise and anger:
"What!?"

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

"Either live to celebrate your success, or die in the front!"

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

He was somewhat resentful about handing over the command to Earl Palmer, but he suppressed it due to the situation.

Now he even felt a little fond of Lancha.

After all, the right wing was composed entirely of soldiers under Earl Palmer, with support from two legions of ranged troops.

Faced with only 3000 soldiers who had just defected, they were forced to ask for help.

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

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 strength of 3 people.

Now, the battle line remains stable.

The gap is immediately apparent!

"An urgent letter from Viscount Fowler, the left wing is in danger, requesting support!"

The smile on Marquis Faraday's face froze:

"What!?"

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

But Faraday had no time to worry about these things now.

The right wing led by Jared collapsed, thanks to 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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(End of this chapter)