"Immediately send someone to the fortress to meet with [ Hard Armor ], tell him to speed up the handover and gather 50,000 elite troops as quickly as possible. Tomorrow at sunset, I will activate the central teleportation array connecting to the Great Fortress to teleport them directly back."
"Yes!"
One of the Wing Army immediately accepted the order, then got up and quickly left.
"Order all Wing Army surrounding Sand Capital to assemble towards Sand Capital and prepare for battle."
"Yes!"
"Besides--"
[ The Crown ] interrupted the guard's actions:
"All ordinary guards responsible for maintaining order were also notified to enter the city to be responsible for maintaining order in the Sand Capital."
"Yes, sir."
This time, the guards were finally able to leave that oppressive space.
At this moment, only [ Crown ], [ Thousand Faces ], and the Wing Army officer remained in the council hall.
"My lord, I can also deliver the message to the Great Fortress..."
The Wing Army officer tentatively asked:
Is there anything else I can do to help you with your worries?
"Seal off the Crystal Cluster Palace and personally lead a guard to protect it."
"Yes, sir."
The officers of the Wing Army felt as if they had been granted a pardon; after all, it was only when they had no further use that they were truly going to die.
"You were in charge of dealing with that group of guards before, weren't you?"
[ Crown ] suddenly asked, and the Wing Army officer nodded hastily:
"It is I."
"Okay, don't make the same mistake again. Report any urgent matters immediately."
"Yes."
"Alright, go ahead."
[ Crown ] waved his hand wearily, and soon only the two councilors remained in the room.
"What an undeserved disaster..."
[ Crown ] sighed and looked at the newcomer beside him, feeling that this former vampire grand duke was nothing special.
His first task was to teleport the Demon Realm army, but despite injecting a large amount of Psionic Energy, he failed.
This matter is certainly not the fault of [ Thousand Faces ]. Any rational person would even feel that they should thank him, after all, it was [ Thousand Faces ] who saved the entire city from a surprise attack by hundreds of thousands of enemies descending from the sky.
But since it was the first task, failing to complete it left a strange feeling.
So the [ Crown ] gave him a second task—
Take control of Colin as quickly as possible and eliminate the problem before it even happens.
Clearly, he failed again.
Objectively speaking, this matter cannot be blamed on [ Thousand Faces ]. He himself stated that he could only instantly control those below the High Tier, so how did Colin become High Tier being?
But then again, it's true that things didn't go as planned, so at this moment, [ Crown ] couldn't help but look at [ Thousand Faces ] with a hint of disdain.
Do you have any suggestions for what to do next?
He asked tentatively.
"The rebellion poses a great threat to the stability of the regime. If possible, I suggest you personally lead the campaign to quell the rebellion, rather than entrusting it to [ Hard Armor ]..."
[ Thousand Faces ] spoke, relying on past memories and experiences.
"Um..."
[ The Crown ] seemed somewhat tempted, but still waved his hand in refusal:
Let him come.
"Actually, I can too..."
[ Thousand Faces ] recommends himself in a low voice:
"I actually have a wealth of experience in command."
That's what they say, but [ the Crown ] is genuinely a little scared.
He shook his head:
"I have a more important task for you."
"Willing to serve the Alliance."
[ Thousand Faces ] immediately expressed his opinion.
"You said before that you could mass-produce High Tier, right?"
"... provided that there is sufficient Psionic Energy."
"Are you currently well-equipped with Psionic Energy?"
[ Crown ] looked at [ Thousand Faces ] intently, seeking answers.
"It seems a little... not quite..."
[ Thousand Faces ] put it very euphemistically: his transformation of life form consumed a large portion of his Psionic Energy, and since the activation of the teleportation array was abandoned halfway, the invested portion would certainly not be returned to him.
The only way for skeletal beings to restore their Psionic Energy is by absorbing it from the environment.
This left [ Thousand Faces ] in a state of extreme hunger.
"Okay, what about the Middle Tier? Can it be mass-produced?"
[ Crown ] chose to settle for second best.
"No problem."
This time, [ Thousand Faces ] answered very decisively.
Even the weakest High Tier is fundamentally different from the strongest Middle Tier.
His inability to mass-produce High Tier skeletons doesn't mean he can't produce Middle Tier ones either.
For [ Thousand Faces ], the only problem in the Middle Tier of mass production is whether there is enough raw material.
"Very good, come with me."
[ Thousand Faces ] followed behind [ Crown ], turning left and right in the underground passages of the Crystal Cluster Palace.
"The underground space here is so complex; the Alliance's craftsmanship is truly ingenious..."
Walking through the underground passage paved with stone bricks, [ Thousand Faces ] couldn't help but feel a deep sense of emotion.
He had never seen a similar underground space in his ten thousand years of memory.
There are places more complicated than this one, but not as well decorated; and places more decorated than this one, but not as complicated.
This underground space, combining both features, seems to be unique, even surprising this old fellow who has lived for ten thousand years.
[ Crown ] did not respond to his flattery, but simply led the way slowly ahead.
After a series of twists and turns, they arrived at a vast space that was completely different from the one where they had transformed their life forms before.
This space is only about ten meters high, but its area is like a plaza, making one wonder if they have been teleported to the outside world.
The view was an endless expanse of white, as if I had arrived at some sacred place.
However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that those pale bodies were all genuine bones, piece by piece, covering the entire underground tomb and piling up into small hills.
Compared to that, the skeletons on both sides of the passageway leading to the modification room were just a drop in the ocean.
[ Thousand Faces ] looked from left to right, and then from right to left, and found some clues.
Apart from the skull, which was the only matching bone, all the other bones had been completely disassembled, sorted, and organized, which was obviously different from the messy arrangement outside.
[ Crown ] pressed his bony palm onto a jarringly incongruous crystal cluster in the room, and the entire graveyard-like underground space suddenly lit up.
The Psionic Energy condensed into a thin thread in the air, flickering and moving freely, stringing together each bone to form a bizarrely large bracelet in mid-air.
The bracelet landed on the ground in front of [ Thousand Faces ], and the Psionic Energy threads within it tightened continuously, causing the bones to come together. In less than two breaths, a skeleton had already begun to take shape.
The threads continued to tighten, and it rose from the ground like a puppet.
Finally, at the instant the head was put back in place, two dim glimmers of Psionic Energy ignited in the skeleton's eyes.
The skeletal figure, forcibly connected to the Psionic Energy by the threads, stood before [ Thousand Faces ], seemingly waiting for something.
On the cheekbone of [ Thousand Faces ], an eye beneath a cluster of crystals suddenly opened. The newly born skeletal man trembled for only a moment before he had taken over the body and begun to modify and strengthen it.
"Well done, [ Thousand Faces ]."
"Of course."
The one who spoke was not the [ Thousand Faces ] himself, but the skeletal man who was instantly controlled.
[ Crown ] nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this, and with a wave of his hands in the air, hundreds and thousands of golden Psionic Energy rained down across the entire graveyard.