Chapter 460: The Monarch's Territory

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

Watching Nosalo's receding 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 together with the Undead Council. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Do what?" Anthony paused: "Save, the Monarch."

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

"Can you save His Majesty like this?" 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 was he suddenly so serious? Was he afraid it couldn't distinguish friend from foe?

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

Anthony knocked on its head with a fist: "We belong to the Lord's camp, you idiot."

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

"You don't remember if I don't ask? Your stance isn't firm." Anthony laughed.

Negris was so angry it breathed fire, but it understood in its heart that Anthony was trying to remind it. Because of that unintentional remark just now, it had revealed its bias. How could it think that forming an alliance with Cabrera and then getting together with the Undead Council was bad?

Thinking back now, it really did have a bias 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 to save him; if the Lord had no danger, he would continue to farm his vegetables, just like in the Palace of Breath back then.

In his heart, the Monarch was still just the Lord who would occasionally come to the farm for a stroll.

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 more skilled.

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

Rather, it was because Buck's imprint was attached to the soul of this current body, allowing an energy pathway to run through this body's soul, the Black Crystal Body, and his main body.

Why was it like this? Because 'I believe in myself'. In reality, Buck had become a fanatic of this body of his, and this body of his believed in itself, which 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 this current body.

However, because of some unknown limitations, he couldn't transfer out large objects as freely as his main body, but there was no time limit anymore.

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

As long as he concentrated, Ang could see the situation in the Palace of Breath. Now that he could reach his hand in...

A hand was seen flying alone over 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 brought the Soul Casket over in confusion and 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's no place safer than the Palace of Breath. My Lord, which corner did you put it in?"

"Brass Book Tower." Ang replied.

"Kupada, you did that on purpose, didn't you." Negris jumped up in anger.

Silver Coin chuckled: "Book Tower is good, Book Tower is good. Book Tower is clean. Don't mind it, Lord Negris, just consider it putting in an urn."

"I'll strangle you."

Learning this news, Duluoken also hurriedly sent his Soul Casket over. He didn't need to put it in the Brass Book Tower; he had his own palace.

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

This was a deep pit sunken into the earth. The deepest part of the pit was the Monarch'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 secondary halls surrounded the main hall, except there were a few more secondary halls here, and they were supported on the cliff wall, full of exotic styles.

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

Don't look at the simple description, 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 a human department, 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 sufficient soul strength, don't expect them to receive much knowledge.

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

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, one could also project one's own knowledge into it to enrich 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 required.

The Undead Temple in the Lich Underground City had its Undead Holy Fire extinguished because no one had maintained it for a long time to provide it with soul energy.

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

Finally, they cleaned it up for more than half a year, cleaning until Speaker Gust lost sleep for a long time.

Since then, the Undead Holy Fire wouldn't let others stuff things in 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.

Speaker Gust stood before the Holy Fire, took out dozens of soul crystals, and threw them into the Holy Fire. When there were many people before, he could still arrange shifts for everyone to come and contribute.

Now most people had gone on an expedition with His Majesty to 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; his old arms and legs 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 was just one Starburst shot released outward, and it didn't hit us."

He did not know that the other side was the King's home turf, and he found it hard to understand; he could only sigh a few times. Recently, Gust could be said to be overwhelmed with anxiety. Those warlocks had trapped the King, yet they still had the spare energy to lower the Warlock's Heavenly 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 immortal dead can change this law. No matter what it is, as long as it dies, it's under their jurisdiction.

So when he first got this news, Gust was very confused and didn't want to pay attention to it. But soon, the Undead Guild brought back a piece of news—the Warlock Alliance had burned all the corpses.

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

Then, the Undead Guild brought a second piece of news—there was a famine outside, and many people had 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 death of life races, Gust immediately organized all his manpower, preparing to take down the opponent's ladder.

However, after starting preparations, Gust slowly discovered that things didn't seem so easy.

The Undead Empire didn't have many flying units, the Warlock Alliance had no ground units, and 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, with a severely unequal quantity.

Moreover, the opponent also had a weapon targeting undead creatures, and the ladder landing point was also terrain that was easy to defend and hard to attack, preventing them from exerting the advantage of the undead creatures' numbers, and also preventing them from exerting the advantage of the high-level undead creatures' individual toughness.

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

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

Good idea, let's do it. Everyone knows the result later. The problem is that their losses were also extremely heavy. They dispatched twenty Lich Kings, and four died, all shattered in soul by that weapon targeting undead creatures.

As for those low-level skeletons and zombies, the casualties were countless. 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 brittle frozen bones broke, the skin and flesh split, and the casualties were heavy.

After one battle, Gust's soul was uneasy for several days from the heartache.

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

The death of five high-level undead creatures was a heavy loss 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 moved. If there were casualties on His Majesty's side, someone would definitely use a Soul Casket to resurrect. Now, not a single one had resurrected, which meant the situation hadn't reached the most dangerous moment.

"I heard the Church of Light has a secret technique: wrapping a lich in a shroud and then killing it makes it impossible to resurrect through a Soul Casket. I don't know if it's true." Gust muttered.

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

Gust shuddered 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 have no bones.

Can't attack by force, then what can be done?

In the following days, Gust fell into even more painful chores: competing for the hearts of the people, restoring the economy, organizing production, disaster relief, etc. It was much harder than rolling up his sleeves and going up to chop.

A roar of souls came from the sky. Looking up, a huge black shadow was circling and descending toward the location 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 fluctuation, and the statues returned to their original state.

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

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

"Why did you come back? What's the matter?" Gust asked, puzzled.

Nosalo was the main force in harassing the enemy. What happened that it came back? If something happened, 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 its sneak attack on Ang and being beaten down to Gust, without missing a single detail. Such a massive amount of memory really couldn't be carried out in a relay spirit.

All the memories finally settled on Anthony's sentence: We can cooperate. You save the Monarch, 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 explode with juice when pinched. So Gust had no bad feelings toward the Church of Light, and cooperating with them wasn't impossible.

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

If Anthony were just talking about cooperation, Gust 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 struggle 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? Gust 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, filling the entire pit bottom, 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 draft anymore. The monthly ticket is about to expire. ===== CHAPTER 461 =====