"Your Highness, how could you become a minion of the undead?"

Kalant did not answer the eldest prince's question, but asked indifferently.

His expression was complicated, including anger at being deceived and confusion about the eldest prince, but in the end it all condensed into an indescribable sadness.

"To survive."

"The Cologne Empire was founded by force, but I am a waste with no talent. So what if I am the first to be 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 everything that is rightfully mine."

Kalant closed his eyes in pain upon hearing this, his lips opened and closed, slurping, and finally turned into a sigh.

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

"fart!"

Kalant's words were interrupted by the furious prince.

"Protect me? And then watch me be turned into a useless person by that bastard? Watch me being kicked out and the king doesn't care?"

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

"No matter how cold it is, it's nowhere near as cold as my heart."

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

"It's all their own fault."

"..."

Calante was speechless.

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

His voice trembled and he said with sobs:

"I understand, I am willing to open up borders and expand territory for Your Highness, Your Highness!"

The cold moonlight dragged up a lonely silhouette behind Kalant, and there was a momentary touch in the eldest prince's scarlet eyes.

I don't know when, the man who had watched him grow up and whom he regarded as his uncle, had some gray hair.

His loyalty is unquestionable, just like this moment.

No matter how proud I was of my identity as a human being, I am now willing to give it up and become a humble blood slave just to reassure myself.

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

From the moment he accepted the gift from the Undead Emperor, his fate was determined.

To become a king, one must be ruthless.

The eldest prince no longer hesitated.

A cold and fishy wind passed by, and Kalant was surrounded by countless bats. The breath of the undead escaped everywhere, and the surrounding city walls were covered with a layer of frost.

After everything calmed down, Kalant was still kneeling there as if nothing had happened.

But the scarlet eyes and sharp fangs have already shown that his identity has just changed.

The army of the undead has advanced to the palace. Except for Xiwei who recalled his troops early, the other lords took advantage of the victory and pursued them, hoping to gain more military merits.

They are still working naively for their future.

When they discovered that behind them was a sea of ​​undead, in front of them was a solid palace wall, with hundreds of Templar Knights and thousands of Griffin Knights waiting in full formation.

It's too late.

The sea of ​​hundreds of thousands of undead swamped all the armies of these lords and turned them into their own friendly forces.

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 great prince for a long time also hid near the city wall near the palace under the command of the scheming frog.

Not long ago, he had quietly destroyed the Soul Gathering Array with Gou Fugui. Next, the undead could only be transformed into living force, but they would not be able to be resurrected through the Soul Gathering Array after they died.

According to his rough calculations, it shouldn't be a big problem for the number of undead to fight to the death with the Pope's subordinates.

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

But if both the Pope and the Great Prince's undead army are harmed, then their players won't mind picking peaches.

Now that Ye Hao is dead, the players are leaderless, and it's 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 another old man hidden, that is the Eagle Lord.

On the wall of the Cologne Imperial Palace, the Pope looked down at the eldest prince and Calante standing in front of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

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

"Your Majesty the Great Prince, I really didn't expect that the person standing in front of me would be you, who has always been treated like a straw bag."

The old pope looked around the vast sea of ​​the dead with calm eyes. There was no fear in his expression. Instead, he continued to say with a smile:

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

"He's just a slave begging for mercy in front of the gods. What do 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. As soon as his father died, he would come out and bite him.

He's just a loser who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

He didn't want to talk nonsense to the old dog on the palace wall anymore. The bat wings behind him flapped violently, turning into a sea of ​​"squeaking" screaming bats and killing the old pope.

At the same time, Kalant also silently raised the long sword in his hand. The sea of ​​​​death behind him made a dense "creep" sound, like a dark wave that came to life, and began to surge toward the palace silently.

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

Then the golden light wheel ignited with blazing flames, and a knight made of flames jumped out of the light wheel riding a lava horse, slashing at the flying bats with a sword.

A group of nearby Templars also acted in their own ways.

The light of fighting spirit and magic shone near the palace wall, illuminating a small area of ​​the sky, but more Templar Knights and Griffin Knights had already entered the Sea of ​​the Dead.

They have only one mission, which is to delay.

From time to time, a griffin knight would grab one or two undead and throw them down from the sky, smashing them against the city wall and turning them into a pile of rotten flesh.

There were also unlucky gryphon knights who were shot down from the sky by dense locust-like bone spears, or were entangled by the undead while diving and fell into desperate situations.

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

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

Each undead is like a killing machine. Although they cannot inherit 100% of their strength in life, they have become more fearless and more bizarre.

"Uh-huh!"

In a corner of the battlefield, a griffon knight was accidentally dragged off the gryphon by more than a dozen undead. He screamed in horror and struggled hard, but it seemed as if he had fallen into a deep quagmire.

Countless broken hands pulled him, and there was only a numbing "crack" sound in his ears. The densely packed weapons clanked, and within a moment, he was cut into several pieces.

A dead spirit with only its head left biting the gryphon's neck. No matter how hard the gryphon struggled, it was to no avail. In the end, it could only be exhausted and dragged into the vast sea of ​​bones.

Similar scenes occurred everywhere on the battlefield. In the face of the terrifying undead scourge, the Pope's remaining defensive power became stretched thin.

"Bloody Drain!"

Near the palace wall, a cold and feminine voice echoed, and the blood of the surrounding soldiers strangely gushed out from the seven orifices and converged on the eldest prince.

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