Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"On September 14, 1786 in the New Calendar, seventy thousand bones on the Ocaglar Plain were transformed for His Majesty Cassius."

"On September 16, 1786 of the New Calendar, the remains of two hundred frost giants from the Storm Slope were transformed for His Majesty Cassius."

"On September 16, 1786, the six thousand bones of the plain were transformed for His Majesty Cassius."

"For His Majesty Cassius, September 18, 1786"

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In Soulweep Castle, the bone pen was still writing scratchily on the "Diary of the Great and Immortal Orest".

Orest had the habit of writing a diary. He linked this bone pen with his soul, making it an undead creature similar to a living creature, able to experience and record the Lich's mood at any time.

"The Imperial Task Force is acting!"

"Don't act rashly among the undead creatures inside! Otherwise, your souls will be scattered!"

Suddenly, a group of tieflings armed with special undead weapons broke open the door and rushed into the undefended Soulcry Castle.

The bone pen was so frightened that he stopped writing and hid on the shelf. The human leather diary also slowly closed.

The mages sent by the Magic Department investigated the magic circles and traps in Soul Cry Castle and eliminated them. Although Cassius had disabled most of the spells when he broke in, there were still some undetectable fish that slipped through the net in the corners of the castle.

After the tiefling guards confirmed that there was no danger, officials from the Imperial Engineering Department entered, most of them humans.

They walked through the entire Soul Cry Castle and pointed out everything inside.

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

"And this human leather seat, it's too evil. What will the Fallen Stars think when they see it? Change it!"

"The chief minister himself said that this place must show the style of the empire! Don't let the disgusting aesthetics of the lich pollute this place!"

The empire's construction team was waiting at the door. These ogres and bugbear workers were pushing various large-scale construction equipment, and there were frost giant slave workers carrying heavy steel bars and concrete raw materials.

After experiencing the construction of Istalia, the Empire's construction team has become more and more skilled, and 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 centuries-old Soul Cry Castle will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"boom!"

The heavy iron ball from the crane fell, smashing the stone door engraved with the skull crest.

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

Within the Empire, Afton Plains.

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

Through the soul link, 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 tried: "Master, my Soul Cry Castle."

"Your Soul Cry Castle?"

"Didn't you dedicate the Lost Valley and the Soul Cry Castle to the empire?"

Cassius asked in confusion.

The Lich nodded repeatedly, not daring to show any slightest hesitation: "Of course, of course, everything in the Lost Valley belongs to the Empire."

"I just want to ask the empire's Soul Cry Castle - are there any changes to be made?"

"After all, it will be my workplace from now on."

Cassius glanced at him and said calmly: "That place is now a public place of the empire, and there are dedicated personnel from the empire to make arrangements. You don't need to worry about this now. You only need to transform undead creatures for me."

"As for the changes in Soul Cry Castle - you will naturally know by then."

"Yes, Master."

Orest nodded again.

After these days of cruel oppression, the lich, who originally possessed huge soul energy and had a legendary rank, has become sluggish.

The will-o'-the-wisps in the eye sockets were as weak as flames, and the whole body no longer exuded the strong aura of death - because it could not emit it, it was necessary to save energy and try its best to maintain its own existence to avoid being reduced to a demi-lich.

Cassius said calmly:

"Orest, you have made a lot of contributions to the empire recently, I have seen them all, and these from Afton are the last batch."

"In two days, you can go back to work in the Lost Valley."

"Yes, Master!"

The Lich knelt on the ground tremblingly, suddenly feeling the urge to cry with joy.

Over the past few days, the number of undead creatures Orest has transformed has reached more than 100,000. The soul power he accumulated over the past 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 return to the Lost Valley and no longer have to feel the feeling of "accompanying you like a tiger"!

Cassius said again: "However, your soul seems not enough."

"Let's do this. I allow you to leave five hundred undead creatures as your own property during this transformation."

"Thank you so much, Master!"

Under Cassius's indoctrination and subtle control over the past few days, he had almost engraved the command "The dead belong only to His Majesty" into his soul.

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

But the Lich at this moment felt particularly excited about this and couldn't believe it.

He was so excited that he had not tasted the sweetness of soul feeding back and controlling the undead for several days.

It's unbelievable that this greedy and stingy red dragon master actually allowed him to have his own undead creature!

"Master, is this true?"

Orest's skeletal hand holding the authority trembled slightly. He even thought he had heard wrong and was flattered by this.

"This is a special case."

"I said that the empire will not treat anyone who makes a contribution badly."

"Okay, let's get to work."

The Lich nodded, raised his scepter excitedly, and started singing in a familiar voice.

More than 10,000 skeletons broke out of the ground again and were awakened by him, forming a huge army of undead skeletons - but this time, 500 of them belonged to the Lich himself.

"very good."

"The standard has been met."

Cassius looked at these immortal skeletons and nodded slightly.

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

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

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

"And Oreste."

"This precious Lich cannot be wasted - of course he must serve the players well and exploit it sustainably."

Cassius's face showed a ferocious smile again.

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

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

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 old castle that it once was. The broken limbs and bloodstains that were originally all over the castle have disappeared.

Instead, there were cold metal doors and clean and flat walls, filled with the simple and elegant industrial style unique to the empire.

Even in the dark, thanks to the new electric lights, it is still brightly lit inside.

The metal sign at the door is particularly conspicuous.

——Undead Research Institute.

"Where is my Soul Cry Castle."

Orest stared at the words on the metal plate and couldn't help but mutter to himself. (End of chapter)