Chapter 315: Applying to reopen the World Transit Station

Looking at a pile of living 'people', Anthony didn't know what to say.

"Uh, my lord, are there any survivors?" Anthony naturally wouldn't complain that the plan was disrupted, but asked the most critical question directly.

If there were survivors who ran away, he would have to change the plan to cooperate.

If the leader disrupts the plan, the leader is definitely wise. You certainly have to change your plan to cooperate with the leader. Do you still want the leader to cooperate with you?

Ang shook his head: "There are... dead mouths?"

Ang didn't know how to describe it. There were no survivors, but there was one who could speak after dying. What should it be called?

Lainate's deputy was pushed up, only to see a large gap bitten in his neck. It was estimated that all the blood in his body had been sprayed dry, and he was dead beyond dead.

However, at this moment, he was full of horror, his eyes were dull, and he looked at everything around him complexly.

"Hey, reincarnated as a lich? So fast?" Anthony was surprised.

The two banshees emerged from behind Ang and saluted gracefully: "It was us who accelerated his reincarnation, Your Majesty Piero."

Anthony used to be a loyal fan of the Howling Opera Troupe. Kubada's Abyss of Rest had nothing fun besides opera, so he knew these banshees, but he couldn't tell who was who, so he had to nod vaguely: "Oh, it's you."

Pulling the deputy down for interrogation, Anthony soon pieced together what happened in the early morning.

When Lainate was marching to the border while bragging all the way, the corpses on both sides of the road all climbed up quietly.

In the dark night, I don't know how many corpses rushed over without fear of death. Originally, Lainate marched at night to hide his tracks. Now it's good, the dark night became the best cover for the corpse tide.

Originally, if they charged head-on, unarmed corpses would be very difficult to break through their defense line. But now, they only discovered it when the corpses pounced from the roads on both sides. Many people didn't have time to react before they were dragged off their horses.

Some high-level swordsmen with strong strength hacked and slashed at the corpses rushing toward them, and were preparing to continue charging, but were horrified to find that those companions who had just been dragged off their horses climbed up one after another, attacking them with ashen faces and expressionless faces.

A terrible legend floated in their hearts: companions become enemies, souls are harvested, this is an Undead Calamity!

People with strong strength no longer sought to organize a counterattack on the spot, but protected Lainate and wanted to rush out. However, in the panic, Lainate's head disappeared at some point.

Luo Ge, a qualified shadow guard, everyone might not remember him, but as long as he was there, he would definitely follow Ang, much more reliable than a self-proclaimed follower like Lu Se.

Cutting off the enemy leader's head in layers of encirclement, only a Black Warrior Emperor would dare to do such a thing.

Run, the only thought left in the hearts of the Uss cavalry was this.

Unfortunately, the evil they committed was too great. There were probably tens of thousands of corpses along the way. When they all climbed up, even if they stood still, they could block the mountain road tightly.

Someone flew up. Bia bia bia! A series of fireballs swept him into a fireball in the air.

Someone tore open a teleportation scroll, and the erupting space fluctuation made him the target of priority care. A beam of light shone on him.

"Kubada, it's a holy spirit angel. Why are the holy spirits and the undead mixed together? Did we offend the Light and the Undead at the same time?" Someone cursed and wailed.

The teleportation scroll was already the best life-saving means the Uss cavalry could take out, but not everyone had it. Occasionally a few took them out, either blown away by the little zombie's death breath shockwave, stabbed to death by Luo Ge hiding in the crowd, or swept into slag by Ang's explosive fireballs.

After a night, not a single one ran away.

Then there were tens of thousands more living 'refugees' on the road.

Anthony sighed: "My plan was still too conservative. I originally prioritized confidentiality. Sigh, the enemy is too weak. Also, they were originally small countries in remote areas, and there were few mages. Forget it, let's just do it."

Duchess Mei Sha, who had just arrived, heard Anthony's words and suddenly had black lines on her forehead, because she was also a remote small country in Anthony's mouth.

However, she was unable to refute, because her family was even weaker. The little angel released a holy light flash and settled it.

Anthony turned to Lainate's deputy, who was still in a daze, and asked: "What about you? Are you going to take us to catch all those noble landlords? Or should we catch you and throw you to those noble landlords and tell them you are a lich?"

Lainate's deputy shivered all over, and was no longer in a daze, saying hurriedly: "I'll take you, I'll take you to catch people."

The next things went very smoothly. A group of people transferred from the Dark City mixed into tens of thousands of living corpses, disguised as insurgent displaced farmers, and directly surrounded the capital of the Duchy of Uss.

The army of the Duchy of De Luo Sa entered the territory of Uss under the banner of disaster relief and poverty alleviation, caught all those landlords and nobles, and sent them to the 'insurgent farmers'.

Very magically, the insurgent farmers got the 'results they wanted' and dispersed one after another.

The Grand Duke of De Luo Sa led troops into the capital and announced that the Grand Duke of Uss was cruel and unrighteous and was killed by 'insurgent farmers'. The Duchy of Uss was temporarily taken over by the Grand Duke of De Luo Sa.

The children of the Grand Duke of Uss were temporarily left in the Grand Duke's mansion, waiting for the situation to stabilize before inheriting the title of Grand Duke. Everyone praised the Grand Duke of De Luo Sa for her good character, not taking advantage of others' danger, and being the god of kindness of the contemporary era.

Who knew that that night, the entire family of the Grand Duke of Uss was poisoned to death. A servant stood up and announced that he was responsible for the death of the Grand Duke's family, and denounced a series of crimes of the Grand Duke of Uss's family, such as whipping servants and grabbing women, and then committed suicide.

Watching the servant stab his neck with a sharp knife, a lot of dirty black blood flowed all over the floor, everyone felt that he couldn't be more dead. Who knew that the servant's corpse appeared in the De Luo Sa army camp outside the city that night, asking while accepting treatment: "Do I act like it?"

Any lich, first filling their stomach with chicken blood, then cutting a knife on their neck, and then using soul energy to force the blood out of their stomach, could cause this effect.

The successor of the Grand Duke of Uss was gone, so the Grand Duke of De Luo Sa had to 'helplessly' take over the military, politics, economy, and taxes of the Duchy of Uss.

Registering, dividing fields, grain control, organizing production—very magically, the Duchy of Uss returned to calm within a few weeks.

"Actually, it's not magical at all. I adopted the same method as the Grand Duke of Uss, eliminating a part of the people to free up more resources. It's just that I eliminated the landlords and nobles. With resources, and then fair distribution, it can be pacified immediately. After all, in this situation now, most people just need to be full, which is enough." Anthony sighed.

During this time, Duchess Mei Sha learned too many things and hurriedly took paper and pen to write down Anthony's words: Eat full.

Anthony aimed at what she wrote, and his nose was suddenly crooked with anger: "I said a bunch, and you only wrote three words?"

Duchess Mei Sha stared with big eyes, with an innocent expression.

Anthony shook his head with a laugh, satisfied and said: "Not bad, you have a set of playing stupid, and what you wrote down is indeed the key point. And you have a clear head, firm will, ruthless heart, know how to protect your own, and your hands are black enough, without those messy moral shackles. Given time, you will definitely be darker than me. I don't know how your teachers and parents taught you to teach you such a temperament. It's not easy."

Duchess Mei Sha smiled slightly: "It wasn't taught. It was the two years after I died, alone in the cave, watching myself slowly rot, wanting to go out but couldn't, wanting to die but already dead, wanting to sleep but couldn't, slowly realized."

Anthony patted her head with a smile: "Two years only. After two hundred years, you won't remember anything. You are already eternal."

Duchess Mei Sha blinked in confusion, seemingly not understanding what Anthony meant by this sentence.

Anthony didn't explain, changed the subject and asked: "Where is Lord Ang? I want to ask him to sell me some more grain."

Where else could he run? Of course, it's the potassium salt lake.

After a few days, Ang had already figured out the characteristics and processing methods of these potassium salts and was putting them into the Palace of Rest.

But the area of this potassium salt lake was too large. Even if he filled the Palace of Rest, he couldn't fit one-tenth of it.

When Anthony found him, Ang was playing with the green algae in the salt lake water.

"This is... algae? No way, isn't this salt? How salty must this water be? And it can still grow algae?" Even the well-informed Anthony was shocked.

On the lake full of white potassium salt, green algae would grow in the water. Ang pointed his finger, and they grew wildly, soon growing into a lump.

In this regard, Anthony was not professional, so he talked about buying grain.

"My lord, I want to buy another 100,000 tons of grain," Anthony said.

Ang shook his head: "Now, no."

The planting season wasn't over, and the crops hadn't reached the time for harvesting. Ang didn't have that much grain on hand now. Of course, he could use the Death Halo to catalyze, but he didn't have enough soul energy now to catalyze 100,000 tons of crops.

Anthony nodded to show he understood. Ang didn't lie. If he said no, there was no. So he turned to say: "Then, my lord, I apply to open the World Transit Station."

"Are you crazy?" Negris on the side jumped up: "Let creatures from other planes know the World Transit Station is open, what if they attack?"

Anthony laughed: "It's different from before now. With our strength, who can attack the Abyss of Rest now?"

Negris was stunned for a moment, and soon reacted: "Oh right, who can attack in? The Holy Heavenly Kingdom is gone."

Negris was actually not worried about the World Transit Station, because there were twelve Guardian Gods there, which were powerful constructs left over from the Undead Empire period. Anyone who wanted to invade the Abyss of Rest through the World Transit Station would be hammered flat by the Guardian Gods the moment they came out of the teleportation array.

What Negris was most worried about was actually the Holy Heavenly Kingdom. This thing could move in the void, appear outside the range of the World Transit Station at any time, and project troops in.

But the problem now is that the Holy Heavenly Kingdom was occupied by them. It's good that they don't invade other planes. Who dares to invade them?

Even if someone dares, without a void fortress like the Holy Heavenly Kingdom, who can project troops on a large scale? Projecting one by one is equivalent to adding oil and sending death.

So now it is completely possible to open the World Transit Station and declare the return of the Undead Empire.

However, Negris frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, we don't have any demand for the transit station. Now these small teleportation arrays are enough."

Anthony nodded: "I know. If it weren't for bulk commodities like grain, small teleportation arrays are indeed enough. 100,000 tons of grain, I spent millions of magic crystals. If the World Transit Station is open, the teleportation cost can drop to one-tenth. Even if you have to transfer, you only need one-fifth of the cost. Only by opening the World Transit Station can I buy a large amount of grain from other planes."

Negris shook his head.

"How about this, close the identifier of the World Transit Station. In this way, only teleportation arrays that registered coordinates before will display the World Transit Station. Over a thousand years have passed, how many of those teleportation arrays can still remain? Even if there are any, when they ask us, we will say it is a new teleportation array established at the original site of the World Transit Station."

Negris thought about it: "The safety factor of this is indeed much higher, but it's still unnecessary. You might as well find grain channels yourself. If it's negotiated, agree on a time, and we will briefly open the World Transit Station to receive it, and then close it."

"Good! This method is good." Anthony clapped his hands and gave a thumbs up.

Negris looked at him suspiciously for a few times, muttering: "This wouldn't be your original goal, right?"

"No, no, it's Lord Nage, you are considerate, and the method you thought of is better than mine." Anthony hurriedly denied, and handed out a piece of paper: "This is the 10,000 tons of grain from the XX plane I contacted, agreed to trade at this time tomorrow."

"Kubada, you even set the time, and you say it's not?" Negris's nose was crooked with anger.

Anthony wasn't embarrassed at all, and continued: "I thought about it this way. The original teleportation fee can be reduced to one-tenth, and it needs to jump once, which is two-tenths of the original. Then we can charge five-tenths of the fee, three-tenths of which is the usage fee of the transit station, how about it?"

That is to say, the original freight of one million is now reduced to 200,000, but 500,000 is charged, of which 300,000 is the usage fee.

This is quite cost-effective. Open the World Transit Station and sit and collect money. There is no business better than this.

However, Negris still kept an eye on it, pulled Ang to the side, and let him contact Silver Coin through soul connection to ask.

As soon as Silver Coin finished listening, he shouted: "No, no, absolutely not. It's too much of a loss. We can't look at what our cost is. We have to look at how much the other party saves."

"Even if the freight doesn't change, we are bulk trade, saving a lot of time. Time is money."

"Using a small teleportation array, he needs dozens of days to transport these 100,000 tons of grain. Using the World Transit Station, one day is enough. He can save a lot of manpower and material resources. These are all money. How can the freight be reduced?"

"And only earning three-tenths, all the losses and maintenance security costs are in these three-tenths, and it might even lose money. So the freight cannot be reduced. At most, give Lord Anthony a 20% discount for the sake of being an acquaintance."