Undead Scourge

As it turns out, the more you fear something happening, the more likely it is to happen.

Soon, Keosius's command came.

"Aurest, transform all the Azure Foot Dragon Snake present into undead skeletons."

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The lich was silent for a moment before stammering, "Master, but this kind of consumption is just too great, I..."

Although Myrkul's Bone Scepter has the ability to cast the Ninth Circle Spell "The Undead Scourge," the conversion of the undead still requires the caster's own power.

Transforming a colossal creature like the Azure Foot Dragon Snake into an undead skeleton would require an enormous amount of resources.

There are hundreds of Azure Foot Dragon Snake remains here! If all the Azure Foot Dragon Snake present were transformed into Undead Creatures, it would be enough to create a terrifying Skeleton Army, but it would also consume one-third of his soul power accumulated over hundreds of years.

Even more tragically, the transformed undead would then feed back their souls to the necromancers who summoned them.

The undead transformed by the lich—their master can only be Keosius, while he himself is at most a medium for summoning, or even a pitiful sacrifice, having no control or right to exploit these undead.

There are no "buts".

"Do you mean you intend to disobey my orders?"

Keosius looked down at the lich, an invisible dragon's might descending, his pale golden pupils filled with undisguised threat.

Hart, standing beside him, drew his longsword and held it to the lich's neck. "Lich! Do you intend to disobey His Majesty's orders?"

"Quickly begin the transformation for His Majesty!"

In the past, a mere newly born corpse demon would not have been worth the lich's attention.

But now, under the terrifying pressure of the Red Dragon, Aurest could only tremble and was helpless. He even recalled the scene of the Red Dragon tearing the earth apart and felt terrified.

He tried his best to convince himself. "It's just a little bit of soul power. Perhaps by serving this Red Dragon, I will gain more power in the future."

Hart snapped again, "Hurry up! Do you want His Majesty to wait for you?"

Aurest finally lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course not, Master. I was just thinking about how to transform the most perfect undead skeleton for you. Only in this way can I live up to your high expectations."

Red Dragon laughed and said, "Heh, that's more like it. Let's get started."

"This is just a necessary sacrifice."

"This amount of soul power is nothing at all."

The lich silently comforted himself while raising the [Myrkul's Bone Scepter] with a rather tragic expression.

This scepter, originally intended to unleash the Undead Scourge in Anzeta and complete Myrkul's mission of sacrificing souls, was used by the lich to create an undead army for the Red Dragon.

Aurest, his face contorted with grief, chanted. "Long-forgotten bones, I call for your return."

[Undead Scourge]

The skeletal scepter shimmered with an eerie light, releasing incredibly powerful necromantic energy.

"Click, click"

A faint sound arose.

The Azure Foot Dragon Snake skeleton on the ground began to tremble continuously. The fragmented bones gradually pieced together and gathered together, their surface filled with a mist formed by Psionics, connecting the bones.

"Swish, swish"

It is the sound of bones rubbing against each other, or bones rubbing against rocks.

The dragons and snakes pieced together from the skeletons began to move as they had in life, writhing and moving as they had in life, with their dozens of pairs of bone feet moving rapidly.

In the end, all the skeletons of these hundreds of Azure Foot Dragon Snake were transformed into immortal skeletons. These enormous creatures, several meters long, moved across the ground and walls like living beings, clumsily intertwining themselves from time to time.

"I am your master!"

"Aww—"

When Keosius's will descended, hundreds of Skeletal Dragon Snake bowed their heads to the Red Dragon, letting out low, hoarse roars—a truly magnificent sight.

Unlike the intelligent corpse demons, the Skeletal Dragon Snake are purely undead servants with only the most basic instincts.

It's quite ironic that these biological weapons, once created by giants specifically to fight dragons, have now become weapons under the Red Dragon's command.

"Your Majesty, the transformation is complete."

The lich's voice sounded particularly weak, and even the ghostly fire in his eye sockets dimmed.

Clearly, in order to transform these undead skeletons, a significant amount of his soul energy was extracted.

"My soul!"

The lich wailed silently in his heart.

"You did a great job."

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that the legendary Storm Giant was reduced to dust, otherwise I would have definitely pulled him up to work for me."

Keosius sighed with some regret.

Landeta deposited all his power into the "Storm King's Eye," and once the equipment was taken, his body turned to dust due to the loss of power.

However, the Storm Giant Elder from thousands of years ago probably never imagined that such an action would save him from the tragic fate of being dragged out of his grave to do manual labor.

Aurest was terrified upon hearing Keosius's words.

Transform a legendary Storm Giant! Heaven knows how much of his soul power would be drained! Luckily, it didn't leave behind a complete corpse!

The lich secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Keosius looked at the Skeletal Dragon Snake and snakes with a delighted expression.

These Skeletal Dragon Snake are incredibly useful; they are not only excellent combatants but can also perform tasks such as mining and transporting supplies—a crucial foundation for his conquest of the Underdark.

These undead skeletons cannot appear during the day, but the Underdark never has daytime.

"Hart".

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Keosius extended his claw and flicked it, pulling a Bone Whip from the tip of the Skeletal Dragon Snake's tail and tossing it in front of the corpse demon.

"I grant you control over these Skeletal Dragon Snake; they will become your undead legion, conquering the Underdark for the Empire."

"Recently, those Drow Elf have been quite unruly."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"

Hart immediately knelt down and respectfully received it, his bloodless face filled with ecstasy and ambition.

It should be understood that, apart from obeying their masters, corpse demons are filled with hatred for the living and a thirst for killing, and war is undoubtedly a good way to achieve this.

"Go ahead, I've already arranged everything in advance."

Keosius casually opened a portal leading to Lachmann Castle and Twilight Garden.

There is a portal to Dragon Shadow City there. This city, which once belonged to Mortifer, has been completely occupied by him, but it is now a scorched wasteland with only a portion of the Empire's army stationed there.

Besides Hart, several other generals from the Imperial Military Department were also sent there, along with many players, who had already made thorough plans for the war.

There are not many unified nations in the Underdark; most exist as city-states, families, and villages, with various races and factions intertwined, which allows the Empire to expand in the underworld.

However, the Empire did not want to completely occupy this chaotic place; it only wanted to establish a foothold here, set up some outposts, and have a reliable underground base.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I will show the bastards of the Underdark the power of the Empire."

Hart, wielding Bone Whip, manipulated the dragon-snake skeleton into the portal, where his heart, which had long since stopped beating and was riddled with holes, surged with extraordinary energy.

Being able to be resurrected from the dead is already an unexpected joy, let alone being able to command a powerful army and conquer everywhere?

"He wants to conquer the Underdark?"

"This is a golden opportunity! There are countless Wronged Souls on the battlefield; I can replenish the soul power I've lost!"

Aurest thought to himself.

So he leaned closer, a fawning look on his decaying head. "Master, I can also accompany Marquis Hart to the Underdark, where I can serve the Empire. I believe my necromancy skills can contribute to the Empire's conquest of the Underdark."

"Aurest, these are just the first batch of undead you are going to convert."

"Besides, sending you to the Underdark would be a waste of your talents. I have other plans for you."

"Yes, it's the master."

The lich's smile froze instantly, and his withered hand holding the scepter trembled slightly.

Things seemed to be getting worse than he had anticipated.

And what does "the first batch" mean? Does he intend to convert even more Undead Creatures that don't belong to him? Although liches don't have much emotion from the living, for the first time, a feeling called "heartache" appeared in the will-o'-the-wisps in Aurest's empty eye sockets.