"On September 1786, 9 in the new calendar, seventy thousand bones on the Okagra Plain were transformed for His Majesty Cassius."

"On September 1786, 9 in the New Calendar, I transformed the remains of two hundred frost giants from Storm Peak for His Majesty Cassius."

"On September 1786, 9, six thousand bones of the plains were transformed for His Majesty Cassius."

"September 1786, 9, for His Majesty Cassius"

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Inside the Soulcry Castle, the bone pen was still writing on the Diary of the Great and Immortal Orestes.

Orestes has the habit of writing a diary. He links this bone pen to his soul, making it an undead creature similar to a living thing, able to understand and record the lich's mood at any time.

"The Imperial Special Operations Team is acting!"

"Don't act rashly, undead creatures inside! Otherwise, I will scatter your souls!"

Suddenly, a group of tieflings armed with special undead weapons broke down the gate and rushed into the defenseless Soulcry Fort.

The bone pen was so frightened that it stopped writing and jumped to hide on the shelf, and the human skin diary slowly closed.

The magicians sent by the Ministry of Magic surveyed the magic arrays and traps in Soul Cry Castle and eliminated them. Although most of the spells had been invalidated when Cassius broke in, there were still some fish that slipped through the net in the corners of the castle that were not easy to detect.

After the Tiefling Guards confirmed that there was no danger, officials from the Imperial Engineering Department followed in, most of whom were humans.

They walked all over Soulcry Castle and pointed fingers at everything inside.

"These human head ornaments are too bloody and not conducive to the image of the empire."

"And this human leather seat is too evil. What would the Starfallers think if they saw it? Change it!"

"The Chief Minister said personally that this place should showcase the elegance of the Empire! Don't let the disgusting aesthetics of the lich pollute this place!"

The Empire's construction team was standing by the door, with ogres and bugbears pushing all kinds of large construction equipment, and frost giant slaves carrying heavy steel bars and carrying concrete raw materials.

After the construction of Istalia, the Empire's construction team has become more and more skilled, and they can complete the construction tasks well even without the help of players - not to mention the large equipment provided by the Mechanicus.

There is no doubt that this Soul Cry Castle, which has hundreds of years of history, will undergo an earth-shaking change.

"boom!"

The heavy iron ball on the crane fell down, smashing the stone door engraved with a skull emblem.

"Be careful! Don't hit the load-bearing wall!"

In the Empire, Afton Plains.

Orestes, who was preparing to transform the undead creature, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart and his expression became a little ugly.

Through the connection of souls, he saw some unusual scenes happening in Soul Cry Castle - such as a huge iron ball smashing through the wall.

But that was a few days ago.

After thinking for a moment, he cautiously asked, "Master, my Soul Cry Castle."

"Your Soul Cry Castle?"

"Didn't you dedicate the Lost Valley and Soulweaver Castle to the Empire?"

Cassius asked back in "confusion".

The lich nodded repeatedly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest: "Of course, of course, everything in the Lost Valley belongs to the Empire."

"I just want to ask about the Empire's Soul Cry Fortress - are there going to be any changes?"

"After all, it will be my workplace in the future."

Cassius glanced at him and said calmly, "It is now a public place of the Empire. There are people from the Empire to make arrangements. You don't need to worry about it now. You just need to transform the undead creatures for me."

"As for the changes in Soulcrying Castle, you will know by then."

"Yes, Master."

Orestes nodded again.

After experiencing the brutal oppression over the past few days, this lich, which originally possessed enormous soul energy and had a legendary rank, has become listless.

The will-o'-the-wisp in the eye sockets was as weak as a flame, and his body no longer emitted a strong breath of death - because it could not afford to do so, and it needed to conserve energy and do its best to maintain its own existence, so as not to be degraded to a demilich.

Cassius said calmly:

"Orest, you have made a lot of contributions to the empire recently. I have seen it all. These in Afton are the last batch." "In two days, you will be able to return to work in the Lost Valley."

"Yes, Master!"

The lich knelt on the ground tremblingly, and suddenly felt the urge to cry for joy.

In these days, the number of undead creatures transformed by Orestes has reached more than 100,000. The soul power he has accumulated over hundreds of years has been almost exhausted, leaving only the last bit to maintain his own existence.

It's finally over!

At least I can go back to the Valley of Lost, and no longer have to feel this "serving the king is like serving a tiger" feeling!

Cassius said again: "But, your soul doesn't seem to be enough."

"How about this? I allow you to leave 500 undead creatures as your own property during this transformation."

"Thank you very much, Master!"

Under Cassius's indoctrination and subtle control over the past few days, he was almost about to engrave the order "The dead belong only to Your Majesty" into his soul.

The undead creatures that you transform belong to you, and this should be a matter of course.

But at this moment, the lich felt extremely excited and unbelievable.

He was so excited because he hadn't tasted the sweetness of soul feeding and controlling the dead for several days.

It was unbelievable that this greedy and stingy red dragon master would allow him to have his own undead creature!

"Master, is this true?"

Orestes's withered bony hand holding the authority trembled slightly. He even thought he had heard it wrong and felt flattered by it.

“This is a special case.”

"I said before that the Empire will not mistreat any being who has made contributions."

"Okay, let's get to work."

The lich nodded, raised his scepter excitedly, and chanted with ease.

More than ten thousand skeletons broke out of the ground and were awakened by him, forming a huge army of undead skeletons - but this time, five hundred of them belonged to the lich himself.

"very good."

“It has reached the standard.”

Cassius gazed at these undead skeletons and nodded slightly.

There are already 100,000 undead skeletons in the Lost Valley. Given the empire's powerful military strength, they do not need to be used as an army.

These undead skeletons can be used for mining, transportation, exploration and other operations in dark environments such as underground and in the dark - they are extremely cheap low-end labor and consumables that can be used without scruples.

When the player's technology tree reaches a certain level, these undead skeletons can be used to generate electricity.

"And Orestes."

"This precious lich cannot be wasted - of course, he must serve the players well and be exploited sustainably."

A hideous smile appeared on Cassius's face again.

Under his planning, these undead creatures could be perfectly integrated into the empire's system, and the same was true for the lich.

After the work was completed, the lich was finally able to return to the Lost Valley with the verbal approval of Cassius.

But Orest stood blankly in front of the brand new "Soul Cry Castle", looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar building.

This is no longer the old, gloomy castle it once was. The broken limbs and bloodstains that were originally scattered throughout the castle have disappeared.

Instead, there are cold metal doors and clean and flat walls, all filled with the empire's unique, simple and elegant industrial style.

Even at night, the room was still brightly lit by the new electric lights.

The metal sign at the door is particularly eye-catching.

——Undead Creatures Research Institute.

"Where is my Soul Cry Castle?"

Orestes stared at the words on the metal plate and couldn't help muttering to himself. (End of this chapter)