After reaching an agreement, Jiang Han was taken to the Ghost Castle's weapons stockpiling base—a vast cavern that made her wear a strange expression.
The cavern plunged into unfathomable depths and carried the stale scent of air that had not circulated.
She cast a disdainful glance into the cave.
Histeria noticed her apprentice's expression and explained:
"The armies created through necromancy are completely different from most servant armies. They are easy to store away and only need to be activated when necessary. Very convenient."
That was true.
They were far more practical than those undead who, after being labeled "high-ranking undead," had to be cared for like "high elves" and had gradually lost all the distinctive traits of the undead. These undead would not demand to live in grand castles, would not demand fine accommodations, and certainly would not have settings like "must be fed premium rations"—the kind of thing that screamed, "We're preparing for you to romance an undead loli or mature beauty."
Undead witches needed good food, drink, and lodging because they were witches first, creatures with some undead traits second, and only lastly [living beings whose scientific name was undead].
These pure undead weapons would not complain, nor would they clamor for good food, drink, and housing.
They only needed to be made and stored away.
"Not merely convenient—safe, too."
Dinesha possessed the pride and self-respect Ghost Witches had always carried. Seeing Jiang Han's disdainful expression, she explained:
"No matter how mana is triggered, without the correct necromantic runes, they cannot be activated. So there will be no situation like [one of our important weapons wasn't even locked, got awakened by a single bullet, and went berserk slaughtering everything]."
Nice jab.
Jiang Han's heart was as still as an ancient well, but she put on an intensely