"Very good, it seems you've adapted to your new role."
[ Crown ]'s voice sounded like he couldn't hide his satisfaction:
"Then [ Thousand Faces ], on behalf of the Skeleton Council, I formally agree to your appointment as a new councilor."
"The current council has four members: you, me, [ Nether Crossing ], and [ Hard Armor ]."
"Thank you so much."
Whether it was from the heart or not, Hall gave an answer that was impeccable.
[ The Crown ], however, was completely unconcerned and didn't give Hall much time to be happy. He immediately asked:
Are you willing to accept the new task?
"Certainly."
Hall, with his equally keen sense of smell, immediately realized that his first task during his internship had arrived.
He nodded quickly, waiting for [ the Crown ] to assign him a task.
[ The Crown ] nodded slightly, then said in a serious tone:
"In the previous battle, although our Skeleton Alliance won (?), we also suffered heavy losses. In order to bring back the Holy Remains, [ Nether Crossing ] had no choice but to leave a large number of soldiers in the Demon Realm."
"With the fortifications they've built, they should be able to hold out for a while longer."
"But without High Tier, we certainly can't hold out for long. We must prepare to bring them back immediately."
Hall, no, now it should be said that the [ Thousand Faces ] senator also nodded in agreement:
"So, what can I do for the Alliance?"
The [ Crown ] points in one direction:
"There are pre-placed runes in the center of Sand Capital. By precisely locating the Demon Realm camp and injecting a large amount of Psionic Energy, we can teleport them all back to Sand Capital in a short time."
[ Thousand Faces ] pondered for a moment upon hearing this before asking:
"I also experienced that battle, so I can naturally help locate the camp."
"But what if the soldiers aren't all in the camp? And what if many Blood Corpse have already entered the camp..."
"I can't worry about that now."
[ The Crown ] waved his hand:
"For the Alliance, the most important thing right now is to stop the losses!"
"I am handing over command of the remaining ' Wing Army ' of Sand Capital to you. Prepare in advance; if anyone who comes out is not one of our own, kill them all!"
"Okay, I understand."
[ Thousand Faces ] nodded:
I'll do it right away.
Having accepted the new mission, Hall had a general idea in mind.
This task isn't actually that difficult, but it does test one's loyalty.
Why didn't [ The Crown ] activate the massive teleportation array that only required the injection of Psionic Energy, instead of having him do it himself?
Of course, they're afraid he'll betray them after losing his Psionic Energy!
If he were to expend a large amount of Psionic Energy to activate the teleportation array, he could not only teleport those skeletal warriors back, but it would also be equivalent to showing weakness to [ The Crown ] and indicating that he had no intention of betraying them.
He felt that the name " Hall " did not have a good reputation in the world, but fortunately he had changed his name to " Thousand Faces " and hoped to cut ties with his past self.
Thinking of this, [ Thousand Faces ] quickened his pace.
Since we're changing allegiances, we'd better perform well!
Driven by his " Hall " instincts, he quickly adapted to his new body and left the underground space after receiving the token from the [ Crown ].
Retrieving the memories of an Imperial Guard officer he had once possessed, [ Thousand Faces ] immediately immersed himself in the role.
Even slight changes in his walking posture and facial expressions made [ Thousand Faces ] incredibly dignified, giving him an extra layer of leadership qualities.
He reached the top of the crystal cluster complex, skillfully raised the crystal token, and infused it with Psionic Energy, causing it to emit a dazzling light.
Those " Wing Army " soldiers who saw the token immediately gathered from all directions, like a flock of red-eyed crows awaiting his command.
Hmm, it's quite similar to commanding a horde of Blood Corpse.
[ Thousand Faces ] muttered to himself, then assigned the task.
The Wing Army was ordered to surround the huge plaza in the center of the Sand Capital, and fortunately, they began screening and eliminating the infiltrators immediately after the teleportation ended.
It was just dawn, and the dark mass of the Wing Army resembled a flock of birds flying through the night sky, their muffled flapping sounds creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Hall stood in the center of a large square that could hold hundreds of thousands of people, feeling the runes-inscribed stone bricks beneath his feet resonating with his body.
"Get ready, I'm about to begin the ceremony!"
The command was relayed in all directions, and Hall made the gesture of closing his eyes.
The skeletal man couldn't close his eyes; after his brain issued the command, Hall only felt that his vision had become less bright and much blurrier.
At least in terms of the result, it's not much different from having eyes closed when you have a flesh and blood body.
As the scene before him blurred, Hall began to pinpoint the Psionic Energy coordinates of the camp.
The entire World of Disorder is like a map laid out before us, and every powerful individual has their own unique way of drawing it.
Hall quickly pinpointed the location he had visited just hours earlier and connected it to the flat area beneath his feet.
He began to infuse Psionic Energy into the massive runic array beneath him.
As a massive influx of Psionic Energy entered, the stone bricks beneath their feet seemed to undergo purification and extraction, gradually becoming clear and transparent from ordinary stone bricks, as if they were built from pieces of jade.
The entire square, centered around the Hall, is becoming increasingly solemn and sacred.
Standing on the high ground, the [ Crown ] saw this scene and couldn't help but nod slightly.
As expected of a veteran High Tier Psionic Energy powerhouse, even after transforming into a skeletal being, his Psionic Energy reserves remain astonishing.
[ Thousand Faces ] is like a giant water tank, continuously releasing water as the ceremony progresses.
Although the speed at which he injected Psionic Energy was not very fast, it was very stable, and the entire plaza was crystallizing outwards at a uniform speed.
Just like Nuowa's teleportation, preparing a large magic circle takes a long time.
Hall paced slowly through the enormous ritual space. In the blink of an eye, two or three hours had passed, the sky was already bright, and the Psionic Energy had filled most of the teleportation array.
However, at that moment, an untimely shout suddenly rang out:
"Don't teleport! Stop! Stop now!"
At the edge of the square, a person suddenly broke through the barrier and strode into the array's range.
Seeing that the external interference had caused a slight Imbalance in the Psionic Energy, [ Thousand Faces ] immediately stopped the injection of Psionic Energy to prevent any unforeseen complications.
At this moment, [ Thousand Faces ], [ Crown ], and the vast Wing Army all looked at the person who was staggering towards them.
The skeletal figure, dressed in Sand Capital patrol uniform, its face filled with terror, was rushing rapidly towards [ Thousand Faces ] in the center of the magic circle.
"Take it down!"
The infusion of Psionic Energy was interrupted, and [ Thousand Faces ] gave the order almost through gritted teeth.
Two tall and strong Wing Army descended from the sky and pinned the intruder directly in front of [ Thousand Faces ].