Chapter 460

Nosalo couldn't make such a major decision at all. With a belly full of questions and a dent in his head, he went back to report.

Watching Nosalo's retreating figure, Negris couldn't help but complain: "I really don't understand you. You just formed an alliance with Cabrera, and now you want to get involved with the Undead Council. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Do what?" Anthony paused: "'Save, the King'."

"Uh..." This sentence was said by Ang, and even the pauses and tone were deliberately imitated.

"You can save His Majesty this way?" Negris asked.

Anthony spread his hands: "It's precisely because I don't know how to save His Majesty that I have to try everything. I'm muddying the waters now to see if I can catch any fish. Moreover, when our strength is weak, maintaining an ambiguous distance from multiple parties makes it easier to obtain the greatest benefits."

Speaking of this, Anthony suddenly became serious: "Lord Negris, do you know which camp we belong to, the Warlock Alliance or the Undead Empire?"

Negris paused. Why so serious all of a sudden? Was he afraid it couldn't distinguish between friend and foe?

"Of course, the Empire camp," Negris replied sharply.

Anthony knocked it on the head with a punch: "We are in the Lord's camp, you idiot."

"Kubada, you misled me. You asked about the Warlock Alliance and the Undead Empire, and you didn't include us," Negris said angrily.

"If I didn't ask, you don't remember? Your stance isn't firm," Anthony laughed.

Negris was so angry it spat fire, but it understood in its heart that Anthony wanted to remind it because that unintentional sentence just now revealed its bias. It actually felt that after forming an alliance with Cabrera, getting involved with the Undead Council was bad?

Thinking back now, it was indeed a bit biased toward the Warlock Alliance. This wasn't right. They shouldn't have any bias. They were loyal to Ang, and Ang's will was the highest mission.

Ang actually didn't think that much. If the Lord had danger, he would go save him; if the Lord had no danger, he would continue to farm his own vegetables, just like in the Palace of Breath back then.

In his heart, the King was still just that Lord who would stroll around the farm every now and then.

Of course, he didn't know how to save him either; he only knew how to farm. Such things, of course, were left to Anthony, who was better at it.

He was constantly trying the Hand of Dimensional Passage. He understood a bit now: it wasn't because of Bake's mark that he could use the Hand of Dimensional Passage.

It was because Bake's mark was attached to the soul of his current body, allowing the soul of this body, the Black Crystal Body, and his main body to have an energy path running through them.

Why would it be like this? Because 'I believe in myself'. In reality, Bake became a fanatic of this body of his, and his body believing in itself was equivalent to a sub-god, somewhat similar to the relationship between the gods of light and the main godhead.

With this series of nodes anchored, his Hand of Dimensional Passage was successfully used on his current body.

However, because of some unknown restrictions, he couldn't transfer out large objects at will like his main body, but there was no longer a time limit.

Doesn't this mean... he can reach in and farm?

As long as he concentrates, Ang can see the situation in the Palace of Breath. Now he can reach his hand in...

He saw a hand alone flying back and forth on the farm, pulling out withered crops, plowing, sowing, and watering. After a set of procedures, the two abandoned farms quickly became neat and tidy.

Satisfied, he pulled his hand out, only to see Negris looking at him sideways: "What did you research?"

Ang's eyes turned, and he thought of a plan: "Put things in, Silver Coin, Soul Casket!"

Silver Coin didn't understand but brought the Soul Casket over, and it was stuffed into the Palace of Breath by Ang.

Silver Coin's eyes lit up: "Great, I was worried about where to put the Soul Casket safely. There is no place safer than the Palace of Breath. My lord, which corner did you put it in?"

"Huang Tong Book Tower." Ang replied.

"Kubada, you did that on purpose, right?" Negris jumped up in anger.

Silver Coin was happy: "Book Tower is good, Book Tower is good, Book Tower is clean. Don't mind it, Lord Negris, just treat it as putting an urn."

"I'll strangle you."

Upon learning this news, Du Luo Ken also hurriedly sent his own Soul Casket over. His didn't need to be put in the Huang Tong Book Tower; he had his own palace.

Nosalo flew south, full of worries. Crossing the death line, he arrived at the dead and desolate Land of Death. The Undead Council was at the very center of the Land of Death, and also almost the furthest point from the Starburst Array in this plane.

This was a deep pit sunken into the earth. The deepest bottom of the pit was the King's territory, covered by death-breath mist all year round. No one knew what was inside, and no one dared to enter the range of the mist.

The Undead Council was located on the left side of the large pit, with rows of buildings hanging on the cliff wall. They were all the core building complexes of the Undead Empire. Each building complex had a core, and the entire building complex surrounded this core building, carrying forward their respective styles to form a whole.

Don't you feel a bit familiar? Yes, it was exactly the same layout as the Palace of Breath where the sub-palaces surrounded the main palace, except that there were a few more sub-palaces here, and they were propped up on the cliff wall, full of exotic styles.

The Undead Council was in one of the building complexes, a giant torch inserted diagonally into the cliff wall, like a building wrapped layer by layer like flames. At the very top was an altar, with an Undead Holy Fire flickering on it.

Don't look at the description as very simple, but if you consider its height and construction difficulty, if placed in the human world, this would definitely be a wonder.

This was not only the headquarters of the Undead Council but also the location of the Empire's Undead Holy Fire. If converted into human departments, the Undead Holy Fire should count as the Ministry of Education.

The Undead Holy Fire carried the task of knowledge inheritance. As long as you came here and put your consciousness into the Holy Fire, you could receive the knowledge and memories inscribed in the Holy Fire. How much you could learn depended on the wisdom and strength of your soul.

Although Golden Skeletons and Iron-Skin Zombies had wisdom and their soul strength was high enough, don't expect them to be able to receive much knowledge.

Liches and undead, even the lowest level ones, could receive a lot, a lot of knowledge. Staying here for a few years could make them knowledgeable scholars or mages.

Why stay for a few years? Because the soul is weak. If the soul is very strong, this progress can be accelerated a lot.

Besides learning knowledge, you could also project your own knowledge into it, enriching the depth and breadth of the Undead Holy Fire.

However, maintaining the burning of the Holy Fire was not an easy task. The more knowledge the Holy Fire carried, the more soul energy it needed.

The Undead Holy Fire in that Undead Temple in the Lich Dungeon had gone out because no one had maintained it for a long time to provide it with soul energy.

Therefore, the more knowledge and memories carried, the better it wasn't. When the Holy Fire was first lit, everyone was still curious and desperately stuffed things into it, all kinds of messy memories, with no preservation value.

Finally, after cleaning up for more than half a year, it was cleaned to the point where Chairman Guster suffered from insomnia for a long time.

Since then, the Undead Holy Fire wouldn't let others stuff things into it casually. Even if they did, it was organized knowledge.

From the moment the Undead Holy Fire was lit, it had been burning for seven hundred and eighty years until now.

Chairman Guster stood in front of the Holy Fire and took out dozens of soul crystals, throwing them into the Holy Fire. In the past, when there were many people, he could also arrange shifts for everyone to come and contribute.

Now most people had followed His Majesty to conquer the Starburst Array, and the rest had all been sent out. He could only use soul crystals to carry it. He couldn't be the one to contribute, right? With his old arms and legs, he couldn't afford this lump of Undead Holy Fire.

Thinking of this, he muttered: "Sigh, Your Majesty, we've been at peace for so many years, why conquer them? It's just releasing a Starburst, and it can't hit us anyway."

He didn't know that that side was the King's old home, so he couldn't understand it in his heart and could only sigh a few times. Recently, Guster could be said to be overwhelmed. Those warlocks trapped the King and actually had the energy to lower the Warlock Ladder to compete with them for the hearts of the people.

What the hell is the heart of the people? Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws. Only the undead who do not die can change this law. No matter what it is, as long as it dies, it belongs to them.

So when he first got this news, Guster was very confused. Originally, he didn't want to pay attention, but soon, people from the Undead Guild brought back a piece of news—the Warlock Alliance burned all the corpses.

Pfft—this is still okay? This is destroying the foundation of the Undead Empire. Guster couldn't sit still.

Then, the Undead Guild brought a second piece of news—there was a famine outside, and quite a few people starved to death.

Dead people? Dead people are good. Returning to the embrace of the undead, this is nothing, but what's with the disaster relief? Why is the Warlock Alliance providing disaster relief? This is illegal.

In view of the Warlock Alliance's illegal disaster relief, which led to the serious consequence of burning corpses after the life races died, Guster immediately organized all the manpower, preparing to take down the opponent's ladder.

However, after starting preparations, Guster slowly discovered that things didn't seem to be that easy.

The Undead Empire didn't have many flying units, and the Warlock Alliance didn't have ground units; even their flying cars could fly.

This meant that the Undead Empire needed to dispatch flying units to attack the opponent's smallest units, and their weakest flying units were all high-level undead creatures, and the numbers were seriously unequal.

Moreover, the opponent also had a weapon targeting undead creatures, and the ladder landing point was also a terrain that was easy to defend and hard to attack, making them unable to exert the advantage of the number of undead creatures, nor could they exert the advantage of the individual strength of high-level undead creatures.

The ladder that could take off at any time could even more easily turn ground warfare into air warfare.

After researching and researching, someone predicted that there might be a cold wave on the Dongnai Peninsula, and they could take advantage of the cold wave to freeze the water surface and push hard.

Good idea, just do it. Everyone knew the result later. The problem was that their losses were also extremely heavy. Twenty Lich Kings were dispatched, and four died, all of which were souls shattered by that kind of weapon targeting undead creatures.

As for those low-level skeletons and zombies, the casualties were uncountable. Many had their bones frozen by the cold wave, but they didn't know it. Hearing the order, they rushed forward. Rushing and rushing, the frozen brittle bones broke, the skin and flesh cracked, and the casualties were heavy.

After one battle, Guster's soul was restless for several days with heartache.

Then the next day, another Dragon Lich was lost, the heroic Jiadelige, his soul contractor, and even his body was snatched away by those damn light bugs.

The death of five high-level undead creatures was a heavy loss that the Undead Empire hadn't had for many years. Perhaps even the team following His Majesty on the expedition didn't have such heavy casualties.

Because none of the liches' Soul Caskets had any movement. If there were casualties on His Majesty's side, someone would definitely use the Soul Casket to resurrect. Now, not a single one had resurrected, which meant the situation hadn't reached the most dangerous moment.

"I heard that the Church of Light has a secret technique. If you wrap a lich in a shroud and kill it, it won't be able to resurrect through the Soul Casket. I don't know if it's true." Guster muttered.

His Majesty returned safely, and not a single person brought along was missing, but he lost five here. Kubada, he could imagine how furious His Majesty would be.

Guster shivered and immediately canceled all subsequent actions. If a few more died, His Majesty would definitely dismantle his bones when he returned... oh, he was an undead, undead had no bones.

Can't attack hard, then what can be done?

In the following days, Guster fell into even more painful chores. Competing for the hearts of the people, restoring the economy, organizing production, disaster relief, etc., were much harder than rolling up his sleeves and going up to hack.

A roar of souls came from the sky. Looking up, a huge black shadow circled and descended toward the position of the Undead Holy Fire. As the altitude decreased, the huge black shadow gradually shrank.

From the moment the huge black shadow appeared in the sky, the surrounding buildings and dozens of statues moved their gazes, locking onto the black shadow until they sensed its soul fluctuations, and the statues returned to their original state.

The one who came wasn't an intruder. If it were an intruder, these statues wouldn't just return to their original state.

Nosalo, terrified, transformed into a human form and landed in front of Guster. If it weren't for the rush, it actually wouldn't be very willing to descend from the sky. The gazes of these god-guarding statues were too oppressive.

"Why are you back? What's the matter?" Guster asked, puzzled.

Nosalo was the main force in harassing the enemy. What happened to make it come back? If there was something, couldn't it use a relay spirit?

Nosalo said: "This matter can't be explained clearly. I must come back and tell you."

After speaking, it transmitted all the memories of being beaten down after ambushing Ang to Guster, without missing a single detail. Such a huge amount of memory really couldn't be carried out in a relay spirit.

All the memories finally froze on Anthony's sentence: We can cooperate. You save the King, we want the Starburst Array.

There's such a good thing?

In this plane, the Church of Light had always been an oppressed force, jokingly called fireflies in the gutter—they glow, but they explode with juice when squeezed. So Guster had no ill feelings toward the Church of Light, and cooperating with them wasn't impossible.

Anthony's proposal happened to cater to Guster's pain point. Compared with the Warlock Alliance, the enemy that trapped His Majesty, the Church of Light was too cute.

If Anthony only talked about cooperation, Guster would still be half-believing, but Anthony's sentence "We want the Starburst Array" was simply a stroke of genius.

From any angle, the Starburst Array was the best choice for the Church of Light. Staying on the ground, they could only hide in the gutter. The Starburst Array was their best destination.

If the Church of Light could obtain the Starburst Array, not only would they have a foothold, but they could also rely on the array to regain the confidence to fight against the Undead Empire.

Putting himself in their shoes, if he were a high-level member of the Church of Light, he would also covet the Starburst Array. The problem was, did they have this ability?

Should they cooperate? Guster hesitated, walked to the edge of the platform, and looked down into the pit.

At the bottom of the large pit was thick death-breath mist, occupying the entire bottom of the pit, surging like waves, as if some giant beast was lurking in the mist.

ps: I'm in pain waking up at eight o'clock. Are you guys so early? Forget it, forget it, don't talk about those sad things. I'm not stuck on the manuscript anymore. The monthly tickets are about to expire.