The Undead King's Palace.
A massive, towering, dark spire, solemn and magnificent, stands there Eternity, as if it were the embodiment of death.
This tower is the core of power in the Underworld, where the Lord of the Undead, the leader of the Undead Race, resides.
Squads of powerful Undead Race warriors walked through the Undead King's Palace. Their footsteps were automatically absorbed, while the whispers of their souls and the humming fluctuations generated by the flow of energy echoed within the special architectural structure, creating a unique sound of silence that made the entire Undead King's Palace exceptionally quiet.
Most Undead Race hate noise and bustle; they cherish Eternity silence and, when there is nothing to do, they like to bury themselves in their graves and slumber, isolating themselves from all the noise of the outside world.
Inside the ancient hall, a tall figure wearing an extremely minimalist dark cloak sat atop a throne. Beneath the cloak was a constantly swirling gray-black vortex, within which various scenes of cosmic annihilation appeared.
Annihilation, death, tranquility—these qualities flowed through him.
"My Lord, this is the intelligence gathered by our department."
Lord Guiji, Mortis, knelt on one knee and reported in a deep, muffled voice.
Compared to the Barbarian Soul Race, the Undead Race Clan has an extremely strict hierarchical order, where subordinates must obey superiors, even powerful beings at the level of Main God are no exception.
Picking up the intelligence report placed before him, the Lord of the Undead glanced at it for a moment, then murmured softly, "The Earth Guardian... so it was the Miracle Trait of the Guardian Blade that revived the Barbarian Soul Race warriors who had turned into stone statues...?"
"Heh, no wonder those dark Mage are so afraid of the Guardian. A mere True God has actually changed the course of the war between us and the Knight Empire."
Lord Guiji, Mortis, lowered his head, the heavy armor clanging and rubbing together. He said Earth Dao, "My lord, we must take action. According to the front-line reports, every month, the Knight Empire is deploying at least a thousand organized legions to the front lines, and many strategic locations have been recaptured by the Barbarian Soul Race."
"The longer this situation continues, the greater our energy will be depleted."
"So, what do you think the Undead Race should do?"
"It would be best to kill that guardian. No matter how strong he is, he is ultimately just a True God, at most comparable to a Tier One Main God for a short time, barely entering the ranks of the top powerhouses in the Astral Realm, but that doesn't mean he can't be assassinated."
"Do you think the Knight Empire wouldn't know what you're talking about? They would definitely arrange for powerful protectors. Besides, our mighty Main God would find it extremely difficult to infiltrate Aodu." The Lord of the Undead shook his head.
"Then we won't let our people make a move," Lord Guiji Motis said meaningfully.
"Oh? You mean...?"
"The Ancestor of Knights has been on the Flame Frost Continent for quite some time now; shouldn't he lend a hand?"
The Lord of the Undead remained silent for a moment, then said, "You may step back now. I will personally negotiate with the Ancestor of Knights regarding this matter."
"Yes, sir."
Lord of Silence, Mortis, slowly retreated, and after he left, the figure of the Lord of the Undead also disappeared.
Beyond the Underworld, in a newly created alternate dimension, lines of law transformed into chains of order, forming a massive cage.
Countless Transcendent knights, True God, and even Main God are imprisoned within.
At the very top, the Ancestor of Knights, clad in dark gold armor, stood majestically, with a magnificent road faintly visible behind him—his Main God Dao.
Further behind this Main God Dao lies a vast, flowing river.
Amidst the churning, leaping waves of the long river, scenes flash by, depicting the life and death of a powerful knight, a figure who reigns supreme over the world.
Ultimately, all of this was condensed into insights gained from the path of the knight, transforming into an invisible force that flowed into this 'river of professions'.
At a certain moment, the Ancestor of Knights suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, his figure flashed, and he disappeared.
Outside, the Lord of the Undead waited silently. Soon after, the space before him tore open, and the Ancestor of Knights stepped out.
"What's up?"
I need your help.
"Explain."
"Use the informants you planted in the Knight Empire to kill a True God."
"True God?"
The Ancestor of Knights, who had maintained a cold expression, changed his demeanor, seemingly unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Indeed, a True God." The Lord of the Undead seemed somewhat moved as well.
A wisp of spiritual energy flew out from the gray vortex beneath the cloak and was received by the Ancestor of Knights.
Soon, the latter understood everything.
"So it was because of the Guardian Blade, no wonder." The Ancestor of Knights understood.
So-called Miracle quality—if it doesn't create Miracle, how can it be called that?
"I understand. I will send my undercover agents, but whether it will succeed is uncertain," said the Ancestor of Knights.
"Hmm." The Lord of the Undead nodded slightly.
Immediately, both disappeared.
Knight Empire.
Aodu.
Countless Barbarian Soul Race stone statues lay scattered across the land, while streams of emerald-green Power of Genesis descended from the sky, reviving each Barbarian Soul Race warrior.
This scene continued for a long time. Lancelot put away his Genesis Ovary, preparing to rest and deal with the backlog of 'prey'.
At the exit of the spatial passage, a majestic stone palace floats in the air. Its rugged and unrestrained architectural style is undoubtedly the work of a master architect from the Barbarian Soul Race.
Upon entering the palace, one is greeted by rows of dark Mage whose magical powers have been sealed, rendering them powerless to resist.
The one guarding these dark Mage was a short and thin Soul Descendants Barbarian Soul Race.
This man had a cunning smile on his face, wore a gorgeous robe, and had a very unique demeanor.
"Lord Terra."
Upon seeing Lancelot, the imperial merchant named Mersin bowed respectfully.
Lancelot nodded slightly in return, glancing at the group of dark Mage before him with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"The quality of this shipment is quite good; let's maintain this standard from now on."
"Well..." Mersin scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, Earth Dao, "Recently, because we've been making quite a bit of a fuss, the dark Mage have become more vigilant, making us harder to catch..."
Looking at the imperial merchant with a half-smile, Lancelot, of course, understood the meaning behind his words. He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and do it. If the quantity and quality are the same next time, the bounty will be increased by ten percent. For every additional portion, the bounty will be increased proportionally. How about that?"
Upon hearing this, Mersin's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together, smiling obsequiously, "How could I possibly accept that?"
"Oh? It seems you don't want it?"
"No, no, no, sir, don't worry. Next time I'll definitely bring you goods that will satisfy you. I've recently discovered a gathering place for dark Mage."
"Alright, go ahead and do it. Here's your reward for this."
As Lancelot spoke, he tossed a dusty gray bag to the ground with a flourish.
The seemingly insignificant bag made the eyes of the greedy imperial merchant Mersin gleam with a wolfish green light, and he pounced on it, grabbing it tightly.
Upon opening the bag, rows of Knight Badge came into view, their bright orange hue dazzling countless times more brilliant than gold itself.
Mersin greedily looked at it more than a dozen times before finally managing to look away, bowing and scraping as he retreated.
After he left, Lancelot turned to look at the dark Mage before him, his expression turning cold. He raised his hand slightly, then lowered it, unleashing a barrage of spatial blades, each carrying Destruction power, that annihilated all the dark Mage.
As the dark Mage fell, the World Will on the Flame Frost Continent emitted a joyful murmur. Only Lancelot could perceive the world's rhythm, which seemed to transform into a gentle hand, softly caressing his body, as if encouraging him.
At the same time, pieces of Primeval Stone formed from the pure World Origin Force fell into Lancelot's pocket. The sheer number of Primeval Stone made him take a deep breath, and a look of pleasure appeared on his face. His performance was almost identical to that of Mersin earlier.
No one can resist the power of wealth.
For Lancelot, Primeval Stone are wealth and power.
"At this rate, it won't be long before my Steel Feather Cloak has enough Primeval Stone to advance to Nine-Star Miracle."
Lancelot thought to himself.
Compared to the cost of upgrading the Genesis Ovary, the Steel Feather Cloak, as a Guardian Blade, requires far fewer resources and is much easier to upgrade.
There's no need for the God of Flame to intervene; simply throwing him into the World Furnace will complete the ascension.
Given the world status of the Flame Frost Continent, it is fully capable of supporting a high-standard World Furnace.
There's no need to specifically travel to those powerful planes and borrow their world power.
"To be honest, at the beginning, I never imagined that Genesis Ovary would make me a fortune!"
Lancelot gently stroked the soft, jade-like dumpling in his hand, his eyes full of smiles.
He had thought that the Steel Feather Cloak would be the first to advance to the Nine-Star Miracle level, but Fate is fickle. He never expected that the Genesis Ovary and the Barbarian Soul Race stone statue on the Flame Frost Continent would produce such a terrifying chemical reaction.
The Revival Legion's combat effectiveness on the front lines is in no way inferior to that of an elite legion under normal circumstances.
Its undead resistance, in particular, is simply outrageous. Even Lancelot never expected that what would make the Revival Legion shine was actually its unassuming undead resistance.
The Grand Marshal Ural and Chancellor Sanchez were naturally caught off guard.
They were in an even better mood.
Ural even adjusted the strategies and tactics of the Barbarian Soul Race forces specifically for the Revival Legion, creating a variety of tactics centered around the Revival Legion to deal with the complex battlefield situation.
As the front lines steadily advance, the importance of the Revival Legion grows daily.
Lancelot, who was closely associated with him, also saw his status rise accordingly.
He also took the opportunity to make many demands.
One of these methods is to use the Knight Badge he obtains to hire bounty hunters and mercenary groups from the Knight Empire to help him capture the black Mage.
Although he didn't want Lancelot to come into contact with the outside world, Chancellor Sanchez knew the allure of the Primeval Stone to the Earth Guardian.
Therefore, after careful consideration, he agreed to Lancelot's request.
After his careful selection process, the imperial merchant Mersin was presented to Lancelot.
After collaborating with him several times, Lancelot was fairly satisfied with this guy.
The other party is reliable; they always manage to send over a large number of dark Mage.
Their strength ranges from Sanctuary to True God.
Compared to directly exchanging Knight Badge for Primeval Stone from the Supply Depot, this method of obtaining Primeval Stone is less efficient, but much cheaper.
Over time, this can save a considerable amount of money.
Since I'm at the absolute core of the Knight Empire and don't need to go to the battlefield, there's no need to rush to upgrade my Steel Feather Cloak; I can take my time.
Lancelot wasn't in too much of a hurry.
According to the Astral Realm Contract.
The pure souls needed to revive the Barbarian Soul Race statue using the Genesis Ovary were all provided by the Knight Empire.
For every three legions revived, Lancelot will receive a Knight Badge.
He handed over half of the badges he received to the Knight Empire to pay off his debts, and kept the other half for himself.
Lancelot has now revived more than three thousand legions.
I have accumulated around five hundred Knight Badge.
With so many badges, the Knight Empire's supply depot alone could exchange them for fifty million Primeval Stone.
If you hire or offer a bounty to get Mersin to capture the dark Mage, bring him over, and kill him, the total amount of Primeval Stone you get will increase by about 30%.
That's 65 million Primeval Stone.
According to Lancelot's estimate, the total cost to upgrade the Steel Feather Cloak from Eight-Star Miracle to Nine-Star Miracle would be between 150 million and 200 million Primeval Stone.
Even if you choose the highest tier of promotion options, the increase will be at most several times, but it won't exceed one billion Primeval Stone.
At this rate, we should be able to gather all the resources needed to upgrade the Steel Feather Cloak within three years.
"Once the Steel Feather Cloak completes its upgrade, its ' Replication ' property will undoubtedly become even more powerful. At that time, I can try to Replication Source Fire Crystal again..."
Lancelot opened his palm, and irregular orange-red crystals appeared in his hand, radiating a warm glow.
Dark gold particles surged in from all directions, enveloping the Source Fire Crystal, trying to penetrate it, but always failing.
Shaking his head, Lancelot sighed, "It still won't work."
"That makes sense. The God of Source Fire is said to be Tier Five Main God, having reached the pinnacle of the Main God. He even fought against Supreme God and escaped unscathed. Replication his legacy would likely be even more difficult than replicating a typical Main God Artifact..."
"However, Miracle Trait is still Miracle Trait. I can sense that the Steel Feather Cloak isn't far from perfectly Replication the Source Fire Crystal, so there's still a good chance of success."
"If I can realize my plan, those forces that have gone to great lengths to compete for the Source Fire Crystal will probably be dumbfounded..."
The thought of such a scene brought a triumphant smile to Lancelot's face, a smile that always seemed out of place with his imposing appearance with thick eyebrows and large eyes.
However, if you put that smile on Gustavo's chubby face, it would look surprisingly harmonious.
Just as Lancelot was feeling smug, a familiar aura emanated from the spatial passage.
"Lord Terra, I've come to deliver the Soul Crystal to you."
"Okay, come in."
Lancelot nodded slightly, and soon after, a tall, Mortal Remains member of the Barbarian Soul Race walked in.
As the latter slowly took a step, Lancelot's heart suddenly skipped a beat. A deadly threat loomed over him, and without hesitation, he transformed the characteristics of his Endless Divine Body into the Power of Creation.
The next instant!
A hazy yellow fist imprint rapidly enlarged before Lancelot's eyes.
It was as if an entire plane of space was pressing down.
Horrible!
Overbearing!
Irritable!
Unstoppable!