With all these feasible implementation plans in hand, the necromancer naturally had no hesitation or indecision.
He immediately began carefully selecting high-quality targets suitable for conversion into demiplanes from among the thousand-plus World Bubbles already firmly under his rule.
Thanks to the valuable World Bubble coordinate information Sha had revealed to him, over these past decades, the Death Fleet and the Undead Legion had launched repeated expeditions, bringing the finest and most valuable parts of those World Bubbles into Moros's vast domain.
Combined with the other World Bubbles that had been conquered one after another before this, the number of World Bubbles ruled by the necromancer had now successfully surpassed the astonishing threshold of one thousand.
Such vast and abundant World Bubble resources naturally gave Moros tremendous room and freedom when selecting suitable conversion targets.
A day later.
Tianqiong City, within a World Bubble conquered twenty years ago beneath the iron hooves of the Death Fleet and the Undead Legion.
This once incomparably glorious and prosperous modern metropolis now lay quietly sleeping in the embrace of ruins.
It had once been the heart of this World Bubble, pulsing with prosperity and flourishing, injecting a steady stream of vitality into Moros's enormous financial system every year.
Yet at this moment, Tianqiong City seemed forgotten by time, leaving behind only blood-soaked earth and the lingering scent of rust in the air, silently recounting the brutality and despair of the past.
Wearing a brown Cloak of Death's Shadow, the necromancer stood proudly atop a skyscraper at the edge of the city's central square.
Beneath his silent gaze, groups of undead soldiers moved through the ruins like ghosts.
In an orderly manner, they carried corpses from every corner of the city.
Those once-living beings had now become the foundation stones for constructing the altar.