This Solo clone should not be a complete body, otherwise even Jiang Feng himself would not believe that the blood of the three clans alliance army that could be killed in the so-called "Covenant Era" and the God of Destruction only had this level of strength.

Obviously, the cursed realm in Baron Fred's manor was set up to resurrect Solore. From the death of the groom to the red mist that emerged on the night of the Blood Moon, everything was done to gather the spellcasting materials to summon Solore's clone

The sudden lifting of the cursed realm foiled Solol's plot to such an extent that he had to hastily awaken the undead in the cemetery, harnessing the mutilated doppelganger to launch an attack on the inhabitants of Port Savit.

If Jiang Feng's guess was correct, his original plan should have been to slowly expand the scope of the cursed realm and devour the colonists of the North Island by cannibalization.

The flesh beneath the armor has long since decayed, but the bones are still as hard as ever, and the followers of Solol seem to have used a special technique to keep the bones from the weathering of time.

His right hand explored along the black knight's chest all the way to his abdomen, and Jiang Feng finally touched a hard lumpy object.

It was a fiery red crystal, in the shape of a double pyramid, and scarlet light slowly spilled from the transparent crystal plane. If you look closely in the dark, you can see that the core, surrounded by cobwebs, is intertwined with silver filaments, and a cluster of scarlet flames that seem to be disembodied are burning.

Even the brain couldn't analyze the cause of the flame and the material of this crystal.

Of course, that doesn't stop it from naming the thing without permission.

【Solore's Soul Shard】

“…… There is progress. ”

The name given this time is decent, and Jiang Feng has nothing to complain about.

Zhi Brain replied modestly.

[Thank you for the compliment]

The scarlet flames swayed slowly, and just by staring at the crimson crystal, he could feel the negative spiritual energy that hit like a tide, gently tugging at his soul, as if he would fall into it if he was not careful.

An unfamiliar voice echoed in his head.

"Blood...... More blood. ”“

"Give me the blood of the living...... You will gain endless power......"

Ignoring the noisy voice, Jiang Feng stared thoughtfully at the crystal in his hand.

"This should be the energy core of Solore's clone...... Similar to the antimatter batteries on the power armor of the Federal Marine Corps? Interesting technology. ”

Not only the energy core, but this crystallization is also the source of all negative spiritual power.

Shaking his head, Jiang Feng put Solore's soul fragment into the sample box on his waist, and the tidal wave of spiritual force field weakened slightly.

This piece of Solore's soul fragment, as well as the magic crystal under the skull of the undead war horse, as well as the remains of the bone horn and bone shield that summoned the bone spirit cavalry before, were all quite good research samples for Jiang Feng.

Especially in the field of spiritual power, there should be a lot of interesting data to be gained from these samples.

Jiang Feng was going to wait until he returned to the laboratory to study it carefully.

……

After Solore's clone was destroyed, the Bone Spirit Cavalry summoned by the Bone Horn instantly turned into ashes and dissipated into the wind.

Getting rid of the entanglement of the bone spirit cavalry, Connie took the surviving knight squires and bravely fought into the flank of the Sea of Skulls and regained the initiative on the battlefield. The morale-boosting soldiers of Port Celt halted the rout and regrouped under the banner of the Rick Kingdom.

Under the cover of ballistas, the colonists eventually stubbornly routed the army of skeletons attacking the port.

Although they also paid a heavy price for this hard-won victory......

More than 170 soldiers were killed in the battle, which is almost half the strength of the port of Sevit. As for the others, even if they are not dead, most of them are injured, but it is only a matter of the severity of the injuries.

Judging from the ratio of war exchange alone, the combat effectiveness of these colonists is still quite good. In the face of ten times the number of skeleton soldiers, as well as the terrifying spiritual coercion released by Solol's clone, they were able to stabilize the formation and intercept the overwhelming sea of skeletons at the entrance of the alley, and in the end they only paid the price of more than 170 people.

The colony's herbalists ran between stretchers, leading a few apprentices to rescue the wounded who could still be saved. Farmers and citizens of the port were also temporarily mobilized, pushing trailers back and forth across the battlefield to help the defenders of the port of Sevit clean up the battlefield.

Obstacles piled up at the corners of alleys and streets are cleared, houses accidentally injured by ballistas, etc., will be compensated by the Doge's Palace.

“…… Drag the corpse out there and burn it, leaving nothing but ashes for those demons! ”

With bandages wrapped around his chest and arms, Connie looked like he had been injured a lot, and his face was covered with gloom.

As the only knight in Port Sevit, his retinue of four knights had been following him for many years. As a mentor, he saw that in terms of loyalty and bravery, those lads had reached the standard of knighthood. He originally planned to introduce four people like His Majesty the King at the beginning of next year, but he didn't expect that only one young man would survive now.

At this moment, his lieutenant came to his side.

"Sir, there's a wounded man here."

"The wounded were taken to the doctor." Connie waved his hand irritably, "Don't bother me with such trivial things. ”

"No, he's over there...... The situation is somewhat peculiar. ”

Glancing at the adjutant, Connie followed him over there.

On the stretcher, a soldier wearing the uniform of the Rick Kingdom was lying on it, his abdomen pierced by a bone knife was simply bandaged. His Adam's apple was still sliding up and down, but he couldn't speak. The reason why I didn't faint was because I was holding on to it with my consciousness.

Without looking, Connie could assert that such a wound was beyond repair.

Even if he didn't die of bleeding, the infection would eventually kill him.

The only thing that could save him was the holy water of the church, but that kind of thing was obviously not accessible to civilians.

"Give him a treat."

Impatiently dropping the words, Connie turned around.

The adjutant tugged at his sleeve.

At this time, Connie noticed that a little girl in a coarse cloth suit was lying next to a stretcher.

Because the figure was so thin, he didn't even notice her presence.

"Please......" With tears in her eyes, the little girl's hand tugged at her father's cuff tightly, looking at Connie's eyes full of pleading, "He still has a heartbeat, please, save him." ”

Staring into his tear-filled eyes, Connie was silent for a long time.

He thought of Windsor, who was his daughter, about the same age, maybe a little older......

“…… On the stretcher was Victor, his only daughter. The adjutant whispered, "His wife died in childbirth two years ago, and she has no other relatives in Port Sevet. ”

"Her father died defending the peace of Port Sevet, and the Doge's House will raise her."

The adjutant wanted to say something, but seeing the unmoved expression on the chief's face, he finally opened his mouth and swallowed the words back.

Shaking his head, Connie took a deep breath.

Although it is very worthy of sympathy.

But reason tells him that what is impossible is impossible.

"Your father is hopeless."

"No, he...... Obviously still alive......" large tears welled up in his eyes.

"All we can do is to put an end to his suffering, to save his soul from the torments of the dead, and to return to the bosom of our Lord." Unable to bear to listen to the whimpering cry, Connie did not look at the little girl the whole time, but stared into the eyes of the veteran named Victor when he explained the cruel truth.

From those cloudy eyes, he read the hint of pleading.

Not for yourself, though.

"Please don't let her starve ......"

"I promise you."

As a knight, Connie responded with a solemn look.

The silent exchange was over.

There was a hint of relief in Old Victor's eyes, and his tense muscles slowly relaxed.

The heart-wrenching cry echoed through the messy streets, and there was a hint of gloom suppressed in everyone's hearts.

The crying faded, and old Victor was carried away. The body on the stretcher was printed red by the twilight of the sky, like a slowly flowing flame, reflecting the future of the distant continent and even all human kingdoms.

The flames of chaos have been ignited.

The scars on Port Sevit are just the beginning.