The Clever Uses of Revival of the Dead

"Augustus is still intact."

Su Ming slowly descended from mid-air, stood beside Augustus, and remarked with feigned seriousness.

All around were the shattered and scattered remains of statues.

The once majestic and arrogant construct was now smashed to pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Su Ming glanced at the enormous ruins, then looked at Augustus lying in the very center.

Although the old man was gushing blood all over his body and looked utterly wretched, his human form was still intact.

"Augustus's ability to break a boulder with his chest is truly impressive."

Su Ming clicked his tongue twice.

"After all, he's a defensive-oriented Saint Rank." Zijin also flew down from the other side, commenting seriously, "Augustus's body is sturdy, making him very suitable for modification. We can use him to make ' Dread Skeleton,' and his performance will definitely be excellent."

Augustus, who was originally in a daze, was so angry by the conversation between the two that he forced his eyes open.

"----You shameless----necromancers----"

"What a pity," Su Ming said with regret. "I promised Katharine I would hand you over to her."

Three giant dragons appeared outside the city, hurtling towards it at high speed.

Three figures leaped off the dragon's back and landed on the battlefield.

They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the scene was completely under control.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Ruixiuli, Jielusi, and Yise landed beside Su Ming and Zijin.

"Well done, Chairman," Ruixiuli exclaimed. "Augustus in the Holy City is a headache for everyone."

Zijin's body, which she was holding up, went limp slightly. Jielusi reacted quickly and helped her up.

"I'm fine."

Zijin gently shook her head.

"It's just a little bit of Magic Power overdraft."

Su Ming first looked at Zijin to confirm that she was really alright.

"Has Katharine said anything about how to deal with this guy?"

He turned to Yise.

"Thank you for keeping your promise, Chairman Su."

Yise bowed to Su Ming in a very solemn tone.

On behalf of my mother, I would like to express my gratitude.

Su Ming nodded, took a step back, and made room for him.

You're too kind.

Katharine had already discussed the terms during the post-war negotiations at Sacred Mountain.

She was willing to serve Su Ming and Zijin as their masters.

Aside from the requirements regarding Star Sand's status, the remaining issue was, if conditions allowed, obtaining the authority to dispose of Pope Augustus.

"You--!"

Upon hearing that he had become a commodity in a transaction, Augustus felt his blood boil and, in his death throes, sat up in shock, attempting to commit suicide.

Yise was prepared and immediately cast a forbidden spell to interrupt his actions.

"You and Katharine —why have you betrayed the Holy See!"

Augustus roared in frustration, his face contorted in anger as he questioned them.

"Traitors like you, who betray me today, will betray me again tomorrow," I say, "There's no need for you to sow discord."

Yise interrupted him calmly, his eyes showing no emotion.

"For the sake of justice, I will not argue with you."

"Anyway, you're a professional charlatan; your forte is sophistry and deception."

Her tone turned cold.

"So I'm here today only on behalf of my mother to settle our personal scores with you!"

"A personal grudge?" Augustus asked, puzzled.

Yise raised her hand, gathered her hair up, and styled it into a ponytail.

Do you recognize the name Kalila?

Augustus was momentarily dazed, vaguely feeling that the face was somewhat familiar.

Yes, just two weeks ago, he sat high in the presiding seat in the magnificent Cardinal Council chamber, looking down at this young girl.

He remembered; the girl had used a different identity back then!

"You are—the envoy of the Cold Mountain Kingdom."

"Right."

"Yise said calmly."

"But the true meaning of the name Kalila —I know you've forgotten, so I'll tell you directly."

She looked down at Augustus, each word clear and distinct.

Forty-two years ago, the innocent businessman Dikezi was falsely accused of organizing cult activities.

"Subsequently, the Temple of Light's special operations team took action and slaughtered his entire family."

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"The newborn girl, Kalila, was handed over to the Empress Dowager Samanya —no, she is now the former Empress Dowager—by the team leader."

Samanya was stripped of her identity and executed yesterday.

Upon hearing this, Augustus finally recalled the incident, his expression suddenly changed, and he realized the key point.

"That commoner baby from back then—didn't die?"

"Fate smiled upon her, and she survived."

Zijin stood to the side, smiling slightly.

"She was able to breathe again in this world."

Chloe also gave her a new name— Katharine.

Augustus paused for a moment, then finally realized what was happening.

"So, this is the grudge."

"In the council chamber, I stand before you using my mother's original name because I know you won't remember."

Yise took another step forward, looking down at Augustus lying on the ground.

"If you had even the slightest reverence for God, or the smallest concern for all living beings..."

You won't miss any opportunity to discover my identity.

Yise drew his longsword.

The sword flashed, drawing a cold line in the night.

"Above."

"This is a parting message I gave you at the request of my mother, Katharine!"

Clang!

She suddenly exerted her strength, and her longsword plunged fiercely into the ground in front of Augustus.

The sword trembled and hummed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to mess with you—that was really the original plan."

Yise gave Augustus a half-hearted apology.

She released her grip on the sword hilt, turned around, and faced Xialike and Zhapulai, who were slowly descending, and curtsied.

"His Majesty Emperor Xialike."

Her posture and words were extremely formal, and she bent her waist slightly.

"Over the years, my mother, my younger brother, and I have also received His Majesty's care and protection."

"Given all the troubles that have arisen, I ultimately feel some guilt and indebtedness."

After saying that, she raised her hand in an inviting gesture, pointing to Augustus on the ground.

"This is a small compensation, and I hope Your Majesty will not find it offensive."

Xialike looked at her, then at Augustus, his gaze darkening.

"Is this Katharine's decision?"

"My mother asked my daughter to convey her message," Yise replied politely. "Since she was unable to come in person, she asked me to do it on her behalf."

"I accept your mother's kindness."

Xialike nodded immediately.

Please convey my gratitude to her.

He looked down at the still-alive Augustus on the ground, a flash of undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"Zhapulai!"

"Please give your orders." The Executioner Zhapulai, immediately stepped forward.

Xialike pointed a finger, his voice icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Augustus is now in your hands."

"I want him to wail in agony for the rest of his life."

"For every additional hour it lasts, the bonus for the Tian Shu Group will increase by three thousand gold coins."

Upon hearing this, Zhapulai's expressionless face even showed a slight glint in his eyes.

"Yes, my king." He nodded immediately.

The people behind Zhapulai immediately and swiftly surrounded him.

The light of the sealing shackles and the healing spell fell upon Augustus simultaneously.

The coordination was extremely professional and efficient.

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Su Ming had already voluntarily stepped aside.

He turned his attention to the center of the Holy City.

As the "The End Days" ritual shattered, even with the infusion of a large amount of life force, the backlash still caused considerable damage to the group of fanatics.

The next moment, the bullet trails from the machine guns and the fireballs spewed by the dragon's breath crisscrossed the battlefield, forming a continuous expanse.

No need to leave any survivors.

Su Ming calmly issued the order.

The firepower, which had been somewhat restrained, suddenly became even more concentrated.

The bullet thread tore through, and the dragon's breath scorched through.

The flesh and blood of fanatics were blasted and exploded in mid-air, their descent interrupted.

"But don't let them leave too peacefully."

Su Ming continued.

"Fellow necromancers, do I not need to teach you what to do?"

On the other end of the communication channel came the response from the battalion commander of the Bone Machine Battalion.

"You're overthinking it, Chairman."

He drew his staff and looked up at the sky.

There, the souls of the more than one hundred fanatics who had just been killed lingered.

Above them, the group that had died as sacrifices for the "Angel's Protection" floated neatly together.

The whole family, all together.

"Anyone below the Intermediate Rank is not allowed to make a move!"

He gave the order.

The skill level is too low, and the torture techniques are inadequate.

"Everyone, wait a minute!" a voice suddenly interrupted from the side.

Its white mane danced in the wind.

The unicorn, Qiluo, floated down from the sky on the wind.

"Let's not be so tense, everyone should love and be peaceful!"

Her clear, innocent voice echoed all around, a stark contrast to the shattered flesh and blood falling from the sky.

During our time on the ship, everyone ate quite a lot of the fruits and vegetables she grew.

He who eats another's food is bound to do so.

Even the commander of the Bone Machine Battalion couldn't ignore it and chose to consult Su Ming.

"Let Qiluo come."

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Su Ming sighed.

"Although we are necromancers, there are some areas where we are indeed less skilled than the Moon Prayer Masters."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, all the necromancers put away their staffs.

Qiluo nodded in satisfaction, looked up at the sky, and grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

However, a small piece of chive stubbornly clung to one of my teeth, somewhat spoiling the atmosphere.

The unicorn's horn lights up.

At first, it was a pure white light, but soon, that radiance gradually turned crimson.

At the same time, above the clouds, the moonlight that had been obscured quietly turned red.

The blood moon's glow pierced through the thick clouds, hanging over the entire city.

Qiluo's wings transformed and unfurled, continuously gathering power.

Behind her, the phantom image of the Goddess of the Moon slowly unfolded.

This time, however, what is revealed is not a gentle form of protection, but rather a thorny form symbolizing punishment.

The moonlight converged from above and then swept up from below.

The more than three hundred souls in the air were thus enveloped within it.

They were wrapped layer upon layer, forcibly kneaded and twisted in mid-air.

Lingbo's wails echoed outwards, but were then muffled by the barrier formed by moonlight.

Gradually, the soul was squeezed out with a faint blue-red glow.

"Moon Soul Lamp!"

One soul after another was forcibly molded into small balls by Qiluo.

Their pain and cries were forcibly extracted into lights to illuminate the world.

With a flap of her wings, Qiluo unleashed a sudden surge of azure wind Magic Power.

The generated soul lamps were blown out evenly, floating one by one above the city, softly reflecting the devastation left by the destruction of the Holy City, and also illuminating those who were still in fear and cowering.

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"Making use of waste is not bad."

Su Ming sincerely praised him.

He then looked down at the crooked wall of people on the inner ring road.

There were indeed many victims there.

But most people are still alive.

He was now weak and unconscious because his life force had been forcibly drained by the fanatics.

"Now that Qiluo has taken on this job, you all shouldn't be idle."

Su Ming quickly moved on to the next task.

"Everyone assemble, begin treating the unconscious."

All the necromancers immediately sprang into action.

Whether it was the mages of the Bone Machine Battalion, the observers riding on the backs of dragons, or the members of the Final Bone Mad Machines responsible for various tasks on the city walls, they all began to rapidly gather in the inner ring of the city.

The more than 1,500 necromancers who participated in the battle quickly floated above the wall of people.

Dark, eerie magical light began to shine forth.

A series of curved and extending rays of light connected all the spellcasters, eventually forming a ring that covered the entire area.

Spirit Rain - Large-scale coordinated spellcasting!

Even so, the number of people receiving the procedure was a full 200,000.

The power of these spellcasters is still insufficient.

Zijin weighed her remaining strength and was just about to get up to provide support.

But Su Ming reached out and pressed him down.

"Need not."

He looked up into the void and suddenly spoke.

"I know you're here."

"Everyone's out checking in!"

As these words fell, the White Bone marks on the Great Bone Dragon's body suddenly lit up. Within its body, clusters of eerie light began to emerge and floated outwards continuously.

These eerie lights diffused across the streets of the Holy City, dancing everywhere, filled with joyful exuberance.

"Wow, so many guests are living in the White Bone Fortress!"

Miao Xin looked at the bone dragon's body, which was glowing under the fluorescent light, and couldn't help but marvel.

"Yeah, right," Su Ming joked, "Giving you one percent of the shares is a huge profit for you."

The light spots then rose up and merged into the Spirit Rain Formation of the Final Bone Mad Machines.

With the replenishment of Magic Power from the White Bone Fortress, the missing power of the Spirit Rain system was made up.

Joint spellcasting, activated!

A vast expanse of eerie light descended from the sky, like a fine, gentle night rain, evenly sprinkling upon the unconscious crowd below and merging into their bodies.

"The Revival of the Dead!"

That's right, it's the necromancy spell used to make corpses stand up and move again.

The essence of this spell is to use Magic Power to replace normal life force, driving the body to regain its ability to move.

Although these people in front of me are not dead, a large amount of their life energy has been drained, leaving them incomplete.

The spiritual power infused by the "Revival of the Dead" temporarily filled the gap and reactivated their stagnant life flow.

This pulled them back from the brink of death, buying them time to recover.

On the ground, many unconscious people began to wake up one after another.

One, two, ten, a hundred----

More and more people stood up, looking bewildered.

They had absolutely no idea what had happened.

Upon waking, I saw countless necromancers floating overhead and an eerie, ghostly light still flowing over my body.

Panic quickly spread through the crowd once again.