Imperial Crown.

Chapter 427: Spiritual Prison Charm Butterfly
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"I have it, my Lord!"

The knight took off a leather bag from his belt and was about to place it respectfully in front of Hudson, but Hudson snatched it away and placed it carefully on the desk.

Hudson took out a pair of leather gloves and put them on. He untied the rope on the mouth of the leather bag with one hand and gently pushed it out from the bottom of the bag with the other hand.

puff.

A piece of inky black thing the size of a snail fell into Hudson's palm.

As if startled by the small tremor, a faint green light bloomed from it, instantly dyeing the entire room green. A sharp hissing suddenly sounded, as if hundreds of thousands of dead souls were calling out in unison!
A smile broke out on Hudson's face. He adjusted the angle of the thing with extremely gentle movements and finally saw its full appearance.

It was a pupa, a worm pupa.

It is the kind of pupa that can be found on grass and leaves. It is dark black in color with a mysterious hue, and its shape is like a pottery jar with a pointed lid.

There is a human face on the head of the pupa.

She has thin eyebrows, a round face, closed eyes, and the curves of her lips and nose are gentle and charming, as if she is a singer preparing to go on stage.

It was an extremely strange thing that a very beautiful woman's face appeared on the insect pupa, but Hudson showed a happy smile on his face.

"It is indeed the pupa of the 'Spiritual Prison Charm Butterfly'. Apart from it, no other magical beast can grow such a beautiful face." Hudson praised: "Did you encounter any trouble in the process of obtaining it?"

"No trouble, sir." The knight responded, "The ancient tomb has been sealed and the interior is well preserved. In addition to this pupa, there are many funerary objects. The follow-up troops are escorting them back."

"Well, you did a good job, very well done!" Hudson nodded in approval, but did not ask about the value of the burial objects.

Even though he knew that the tomb belonged to an archbishop of the Church of Light, the burial objects would definitely be of high quality.

Because no matter how much wealth he has, it is not as valuable as the pupa of the Spirit Hell Butterfly in his hand.

The Spirit Prison Butterfly is a 4th-level magical beast. Its rank is not very high, but it is extremely famous in the history of war and can be called infamous.

This butterfly-shaped monster is hermaphroditic and can reproduce indefinitely on its own.

When it flies as an adult, it appears as a dark green cloud, which is said to be able to dye the entire sky blue!
The scale powder floating on the wings is the most natural hallucinogen, which can make the creatures it touches completely lose their minds and attack madly without distinguishing between friend and foe.

What is truly terrifying is the poison carried by this monster.

Its curled mouthparts are hidden under the human face. When they are extended, they are like steel needles that can easily pierce most armor and fur and inject venom.

This toxin is very strong and explodes quickly. Unless the poisoned part is cut off immediately, even if the antidote is taken, the person will die suddenly before the drug takes effect, and there is no time to wait for the priest's detoxification technique.

It's simply a biological weapon born for war!
Everyone knows that this kind of monster is useful, so why is it gradually disappearing from the battlefield?
Is it because the nobles are too kind-hearted and unwilling to kill people in this way?

No.

The fundamental reason is that monsters, especially insect monsters, generally lack intelligence and cannot be tamed at all.

However, the owner of the tomb was the most recent person recorded in history books who could command the Spirit Prison Butterfly to fight.

The method...

Hudson turned the leather bag inside out, and densely packed words appeared on it.

Described above is the complete set of techniques for cultivating and controlling the Spirit Prison Charm Butterfly!

"Haha...it was just a spur of the moment idea. I didn't expect that I could actually gain something from it." Hudson sighed.

Just over a year ago, he bought a notebook from a caravan passing by. The notebook not only recorded the legend of the Soul Prison Butterfly in detail, but also roughly pinpointed the burial place of its last owner.

Hudson had heard and seen too many so-called treasure maps like this and was not prepared to believe it. However, the map was described in too much detail, and the historical details and local legends all corresponded one by one.

So with the mentality that it wouldn't hurt to give it a try, Hudson sent a team to investigate.

The result was that more and more details corresponded to the notes, and the tomb described in the notes was actually discovered.

Hudson’s expectations are growing!
Today, the pupa of the Spirit Prison Butterfly and the method to control it are finally in my hands!

Is this just a weapon, a magical beast?

Do not!
It is the heritage of a family, a trump card that can be used to break the deadlock at any time!
A level 4 warrior is not something that a baron family can cultivate from generation to generation, but the Spirit Prison Charm Butterfly can be passed down stably.

The Spirit Prison Butterfly is small in size, and can be bred in large numbers. If you pile them up in numbers, even a Level 5 warrior may be killed.

What's more, its effectiveness on the battlefield is not comparable to that of an ordinary level 5 warrior!
If you advance, you can kill enemies on the battlefield and gain power;

Retreat can ensure the safety of the territory forever!
Ding, ding, ding——

At this moment, a hurried bell rang suddenly. Hudson's face changed and he rushed to the window.

This is an emergency evacuation warning!

Could it be that Raven knew I was looking for the Soul Prison Butterfly and was waiting for me to get it so he could snatch it away? ?
But the scene he saw was far more horrifying than he had imagined!
“W-What’s going on!?”

Hudson turned pale.

He saw zombies.

He was tall, with gray skin and hair like dead grass. His dry eyes were dotted with gray-blue dead light, and his lips were bared with sharp teeth, exhaling cold white air.

He had a broken ox-horn helmet on his head, and his hard and powerful body was clad in armor that was who knows how many years old. He held various old weapons in his hands and was rushing towards the castle.

Not just one, but a group, a vast and endless tide of zombies!
The cold and deathly air emanating from them merged into a white mist, as if death itself was surging towards them!

Among the tide of zombies, there was an especially huge individual.

It is more than 4 meters tall, with a torso that is at least 2 meters wide at the shoulders and is covered with muscles. The muscles are also covered with a layer of green keratinized scaly corpse wax. Every time it takes a step, the earth seems to tremble, fully embodying the meaning of "strength".

A pitch-black hole was dug out at the heart position in the chest, and thick undead power flowed out from it, beating like a heart; a chain extended from the hole, connecting to the anchor-like iron hook in the hand of this huge individual!
"Abomination..." Hudson pronounced the name of this zombie and pursed his lips deeply.

Level 3 zombie!
This tide of zombies is already terrifying enough, but above this tide of zombies, there is a skeleton.

Flying Skeletons!
Its entire body was silver-white, with green spiritual fire burning in its eyes. A pair of wings with gray membranes flapped behind it, soaring like an eagle. Under its tightly clasped hands, a man in a black robe was wrapped in its ribs.

Without caring about being surprised by the flying skeleton, Hudson shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Organize manpower...to resist the enemy!!!"

The bells on the castle began to ring, but the tide of zombies showed no intention of stopping.

It was dusk now, when the streets were busiest!
Hudson couldn't react in time, let alone these civilians, these mortals! ?

They screamed and rushed around in confusion, like headless flies.

Those who were closer to the castle rushed towards the gate frantically, and those who were farther away also squeezed towards the castle; some people rushed back to their homes and closed their doors, as if this could help them avoid the ensuing catastrophe.

However, there are even more people who cannot enter the castle or return home. They can only run around in a daze or squat on the spot, paralyzed by fear!
The speed of the zombie tide was faster than anyone expected.

They flattened the fields and fences, and the coldness emanating from them spread like a plague.

Only when facing living beings would their rigid movements change slightly.

They raised their butcher knives against those who had no time to escape, reaping lives amid screams and curses, then dismembered the fresh corpses into pieces, stuffed them into their mouths, and chewed them with big mouthfuls, as if they were the most delicious delicacy in the world.

It is a blessing to die directly.

"Please..." A mother hugged her 4-year-old daughter.

Her legs were sprained, and she wanted to struggle but was completely unable to move: "Please, let my child go, let my child go!"

The blade that had already reached the neck stopped, and the zombie exhaled a breath of cold air.

Just when the mother thought she had escaped, the zombie suddenly stretched out its left hand, grabbed her hair and lifted her in front of itself.

At this moment, the mother saw the stiff and emotionless face.

Then, the face opened its mouth and bit down hard!

"what--!!!"

The inhuman scream frightened the little girl who was thrown to the ground. She rushed forward crying and hugged her mother's thighs:

"Bad guy, bad guy! Don't you dare bully my mother!"

Then another shriveled arm grabbed the little girl's collar and lifted her up.

It was that abomination.

The third-level undead creature showed a trace of human greed on its face. It licked its lips, opened its mouth like a python, swallowed the little girl into its mouth, and bit down hard on her soft waist...

While it was chewing, the girl was still alive.

"Mom...it hurts..."

In the sky, the necromancer Zeswei, who was in the arms of the silver skull, saw this scene and spat in a low voice: "Disobedient thing."

But even though he complained, Zeswei was somewhat powerless.

After all, he was only a third-level necromancer. Even though he had transformed himself into a lich and recruited more than 3 herders, it was still difficult for him to control all the thousands of zombies.

Not to mention that level 3 abomination, it's really troublesome to control it.

When he thought of this, Zeswei felt a little headache.

Zombies love to eat living people, especially those who are still alive. The younger the better, and preferably a virgin.

He could ignore other zombies, but this level 3 abomination "Demon Slave" was his labor of love, just like his child. It would be unreasonable not to let it eat enough.

But the virgins that Zeswei captured were not enough for himself!
After becoming a lich, his body basically lost the characteristics of a living person, but his instinctive desires did not disappear. Only through torture could he release that desire.

But the virgin who died after the punishment did not suit that hateful appetite.

After that, raise some women specifically for breeding?

After the hateful "demon slave" had eaten his fill, he led the zombie army to continue moving and arrived under the castle.

Zeswei controlled the silver skeleton to fly over the castle and used a sound amplification magic:
"Lord Hudson."

"You have obtained something that you cannot control. My coming is your punishment for defying fate!"

"But destiny can be changed after all."

"Now, hand over the treasure you got from that damned tomb, and my army will leave immediately!"

Yes, Zesiwei came here for the Soul Prison Butterfly. He has been dormant here for 80 years.

Zeswei was originally a member of the Hand of Death, but he made a serious mistake more than 90 years ago and was expelled from the headquarters, the Sanctuary of the Dead.

The power of a lich-transformed magician improves slowly. Even in a place with abundant undead aura, it takes at least a hundred years to reach level 4. In the outside world where the undead aura is weak, it is already quite difficult for him to maintain himself from regressing.

In order to go further, he must return to the Sanctuary of the Wraith.

And the Spirit Prison Charm Butterfly is his best stepping stone.

In order to obtain this magical beast, he hid in the mountainous territory and excavated hundreds of ancient tombs of various sizes in the mountains over the past 80 years. However, the result was only a large army of zombies, but he still failed to find the Spirit Prison Butterfly.

Unexpectedly, Hudson succeeded in one try.

At this moment, Hudson had already put on his armor and looked up with a pale face:

"Dream on! You filthy, evil, cursed monster!"

"I, Hudson, as an imperial baron and a citizen of light, will never make peace or bow to a being like you!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!!"

It's not that Hudson didn't value his life.

But he didn't believe the promise of a necromancer even more.

After all, in the eyes of necromancers, all living things are just raw materials that make up their undead army.

Besides, everyone knows how precious the Spirit Prison Butterfly is, so how could he possibly leave any of them alive?

"Okay, you want war, then I will give you war!" Zeswei shouted harshly.

The tide of corpses is coming!

"Defend with all your strength! Don't hold back!" Hudson ordered loudly.

He actually didn't need to do so, because the defenders on the city wall had already witnessed the horror of the tide of zombies, and at this moment fear, anger, and hatred were lingering in their hearts.

For revenge and to stay alive, they fought back most heroically!

Crossbow arrows flew over like locusts, piercing the zombies' knees, shoulders and heads; the crossbows on the city walls were fired with a bang, and each arrow could crush seven or eight zombies into pieces; stones were continuously thrown down from the city walls, and hot kerosene mixed with torches were dropped one by one!

However, the balance of victory did not tilt in their favor.

Those zombies that were knocked to the ground, as long as their heads were still intact, would stand up staggeringly after a while and charge towards the city wall again; the corpses covered with kerosene under the city wall were still moving.

Soon, the foot of the city wall was filled with zombies, who stepped on each other and climbed to the top of the city wall!
"Get down, get down!" A knight waved a halberd in his hand and pushed down the zombies who wanted to climb up to the top of the city one by one.

at this time.

Wow!

The knight was startled by the friction sound of the iron chain, and saw an iron hook as big as an anchor coming towards him.

It's too late to dodge!

The halberd in his hand was coated with a layer of dark yellow earth qi, and he chopped towards the iron hook!
Before he got close, the wind pressure brought by the iron hook made it difficult for him to breathe, and the dirt on the battlements was crushed and blown away into dust.

The fighting spirit on the halberd and axe was instantly dispersed, and the halberd and axe was broken into pieces!

The plate armor on his body was torn with holes as if it were paper, and the iron hook pierced through his chest. The remaining force threw the knight high into the air!

With a hum, the chain tightened.

Before he could even utter a scream, the knight was pulled away by the iron hook, his boots smashed the bricks of the battlements, and flew into the hands of the abomination called "Demon Slave".

The demon slave twisted the knight's neck, lifted his body like a water bag and drank the blood, then threw the body to the ground.

Hudson was not on the city wall at the moment.

He grabbed the Soul Prison Charm Butterfly's pupa in his hand and handed the bag containing the control method to his butler:
"Go, immediately, give this thing to Earl Raven, and tell him that the Mountain Territory is doomed!"

"But my lord..."

"No buts! If Earl Raven sees this, he will definitely come to help us. Let's go!"

The butler took the order and turned around and ran out.

Hudson was certainly reluctant, but he had to do it.

If the person is gone, I'm afraid everything will be gone. Now ask Raven for help. Even if I can't keep the Spirit Prison Butterfly, at least I can get some benefits!
After the distress order was issued, Hudson no longer had any worries. He swung his sword violently, and the blazing flames of fighting spirit burned fiercely and turned into a set of armor covering his body.

Climbing to the top of the city wall, Hudson's brows twitched. In just a dozen minutes, the defense on the city wall was already in tatters.

The most eye-catching one is the powerful level 3 abomination. His huge body is fixed in place, constantly waving the iron hook in his hand, and every move can reap a life.

Now, there are at least a dozen corpses piled up at its feet!
If we continue to let this go, the city wall will fail sooner or later, and then even Hudson will be overwhelmed by the endless tide of zombies!
"Go to hell——"

Hudson exerted force with his feet and jumped high onto the top of the city wall. Red flames flowed out from the gaps in his armor and condensed into a huge bronze bell behind him!
This is Hudson's martial spirit!

when--

The bell rang, and a circle of fire swept across. Wherever it passed, the zombies were burning with blazing white flames, and even the abomination was covered with a layer of flames.

In the blazing white firelight, dots of blue fluorescence rose up and gathered towards Hudson's body like fireflies, igniting him into pure blue flames!
At this moment, he seemed to be the king of all flames!
"Refining the Flame Lotus!"

A shout came from Hudson's throat, and flames around him bloomed like lotus petals. He then spun rapidly, sucking in all the flames around him, and then smashed towards the hatred like a meteorite!
The dim earth was completely illuminated.

A hint of fanaticism rose on the demon slave's stiff face, the muscles all over his body surged, and a grayish-white breath of death suddenly gushed out of the hollow in his chest!
The breath flowed, wrapped around the iron hook in its hand, and then suddenly threw it out!

The chains vibrated, and the corpses and broken limbs on the ground were sucked up by the gray-white death energy, turning into a huge black fist!

It was as if the devil's hand was reaching out from the earth.

boom--

The fire lotus collided with the fist, and broken limbs and debris flew like a rain of fire. The iron hook like an anchor was hit hard and flew back!

The fire lotus around Hudson was also shattered, but he rushed towards the demon slave with unparalleled power!

The demon slave was hit on the chest by the flying iron hook. He stepped back a few steps and sat on the ground, ready to be killed.

"Destroy, monster!!!" Hudson roared.

But at this moment.

A red lightning flashed across the sky and landed on Hudson.

Zeswe's voice rang out at this moment: "Dead's destruction!"

The lightning instantly penetrated Hudson's fighting spirit armor, penetrated into his body, and rushed straight into his soul.

The fighting spirit burning in his body suddenly went out at this moment!

The red lightning crackled, causing Hudson's internal organs to spasm and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out!

3 seconds, just 3 seconds!
Hudson will be able to muster up the fighting spirit again and take back control of his body.

But the demon's iron hook flew over again.

The iron hook was wrapped around Hudson's neck. The demon slave swung the chain, carried Hudson on his back, and then used both hands to exert force.

The iron chain deformed the armor's throat and crushed Hudson's larynx, making it completely impossible for him to breathe and his strength slipped away.

His fingers lingered around his neck, scratching his nails until they were broken, but he was unable to move the chain at all.

In the last moment of his life, Hudson saw a sea of ​​bones coming on the horizon in the distance.

Mountain Territory, it’s over…

"Put it down, you idiot!" Zeswei fell to the ground.

As he swung the bone staff in his hand, the abomination was forced to put Hudson's body on the ground.

Zeswei groped Hudson's body and soon his expression brightened with joy.

He found the pupa of the Soul Prison Charm Butterfly and put it in his pocket, but his brows furrowed again: "Damn... where is the control method!?"

"Did you destroy it!?"

"Being smart!"

The reason why Zeswei wanted the Spirit Prison Butterfly was to rely on this magical beast to return to the Netherworld Sanctuary.

So it is the same without any control method.

Anyway, their army of the Hand of Death is made up of dead people, and dead people are not afraid of this kind of monster!
"But, you have given me a great gift." Zeswei waved the staff in his hand, and the ground cracked at this moment. Gray-white undead auras drilled out and poured into Hudson's facial features.

A few minutes later, Hudson stood up shakily, then knelt on one knee and saluted solemnly to Zeswei!
If a necromancer wants to create a black warrior with the fighting power he had in life, that is, a high-level zombie, it often requires many steps.

It is a rare opportunity to find such a complete and fresh body of a strong man like today.

"Go and dedicate your castle to me!" Zeswei ordered calmly.

Hudson stood up and rushed towards the castle!

There was no suspense in the battle and the castle soon turned into a deadly place.

Blood covered the walls and formed puddles in the low spots.

The zombies enjoyed their spoils wantonly.

The bones are collected and piled together for the Herders, the servants of the Necromancer, to raise them and transform them into new undead.

And the carnage didn’t just happen in the castle.

In the villages and towns surrounding the castle, in every corner of the mountain territory, and in every place where human beings gather, there are zombies and skeletons everywhere.

Countless tragedies are unfolding.

If this were a drama, there would always be survivors left, who would eventually succeed in revenge after enduring hardships.

And in the mountainous territory at this moment, faced with the cruel reality, only despair is left.

Living people die, and then stand up to kill their relatives, friends, parents, lovers and children, leaving behind dead houses.

In the dead silence, a swift crow with a leather bag tied to its foot was flying over the mountains.

Fly to Eagle City.

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(End of this chapter)