Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Outskirts of North Wind Castle.

Inside the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

Casius sat on the Iron Throne, and below him were the three Dukes, Rump, Doro, and Medrash.

Now, most of the high-ranking officials of the Empire are working in Istalia. This time, they were urgently teleported from Istalia after receiving an urgent summons from Casius.

Casius looked around and then asked:

"Everyone, you all know the general situation. What do you think of this lich?"

Medrolash frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, forgive me for being blunt, this ancient, evil undead creature is not trustworthy."

After all, he was a former paladin and understood that the lich was a hopeless guy.

Doro retorted: "He can be a war helper for the Empire, just to fill our shortcomings in necromancy."

Rump said: "Your Majesty has the lich's life box in his hand. This old monster has lived for hundreds of years. Their memories contain lost knowledge and terrifying secrets lost in the long river of time. It is simply a treasure trove."

"We can squeeze it out bit by bit."

The ogre mage licked his lips, and his tone revealed endless greed.

"Well said."

"But... let everyone see his use first."

Casius nodded slightly.

Under his command, a team of tiefling soldiers came in carrying the sarcophagus and struggled to open the coffin lid.

"This is... Count Hart."

In the sarcophagus, a tall and strong half-dragon lay quietly. There was a shocking wound on his chest, and his specially treated skin was pale - obviously he had lost his life long ago.

During the Magur Incident, Hart, the leader of the "Free Trade Caravan", was first frozen by magic and then stabbed to death by random gunshots under the siege of the Allied Forces.

But Duke Leo was surprised to find that the body of the Dragon Blood Earl was so strong that it could not be burned by fire.

So the Allied soldiers took Hart's body back to Straff Castle, and the Northern nobles wanted to find out the secret of the dragon vein from him.

Unfortunately, before they had time to conduct research, the army of the Burning Kingdom broke through Straff Castle and took the body back.

After the victory of the war, Hart was officially promoted by the Empire as a "hero who dedicated himself to the liberation of the North", and was awarded the title of honorary marquis, and his statue and remains were also displayed in the Imperial Memorial Hall.

And now, this body with dragon blood has been transported here.

It is self-evident what Cassius wants to do-this is the Earl he personally bestowed, and it is a bit of a waste to let him die in vain.

"Let Orestes in."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The lich walked into the hall tremblingly and knelt in front of the red dragon. Because the phylactery was in the hands of others, the lich's momentum was much weaker.

"Your Majesty, no, my noble master, I come here to obey your orders."

"Transform him."

"Yes, master, but I don't know what kind of undead creature you want to resurrect?"

"The most advanced one, the one with independent consciousness."

"But."

Orestes's withered face showed embarrassment.

Casius gently raised his claws, and the [Bone Scepter of Melkor] fell in front of the lich out of thin air.

"I will lend it to you."

"Thank you for your gift, Master."

Orestes waved the bone scepter and pointed it at Hart's body. The energy of the dead soul surged in the dark magic stone.

"Evil undead transformed from mortals driven by dark desires and great vanity"

"Corpse demons, listen to my call"

[Awaken the higher undead]

When death silences a person's heart and extinguishes his breath of life, his spirit can return in an immortal form, attach to his body, and wage eternal war against the living.

That is the corpse demon.

They will obey the orders of any dark existence that transforms them into undead creatures, and swear to serve their new masters while retaining their autonomy.

The tireless corpse demons will pursue their goals ruthlessly and never be distracted.

Rump, who was standing aside, suddenly said coldly: "Lich, are you transforming your slaves? Look carefully, who is the master here!"

Orest suddenly froze, and he realized that hundreds of years of habit almost made him make a big mistake.

This is not transforming the undead for himself!

But for that majesty!

He quickly lowered his head to Cassius: "Of course, Your Majesty Cassius, you are the undisputed master of this corpse demon."

"Master, please lower your will and complete this last step."

The powerful will of the red dragon descended.

The last call was completed.

The mist of the undead permeated the half-dragon man's body.

The negative energy like embers spread from the heart to the entire body, and then penetrated the flesh, clothes and armor, transforming this body into a container capable of containing the spirit of the undead.

Hart only felt that he had been sinking in the dark void for a long time. In his mind, there emerged a picture of several spears stabbing him to death and flames burning his body-that was the image he saw before he died, and it was also his last memory before he died.

He seemed to hear some distant and grand call.

"Hart--"

That was the voice of the Dragon Lord.

That was the voice of the majesty who gave him a new life, changed his fate, and gave him noble blood.

"Your Majesty needs me"

"I want to go back."

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, and the two eyeballs were dark and flickering.

"I am alive?"

Hart slowly stood up and looked at his cold body in confusion, but soon he realized everything - His Majesty allowed him to return to the world and gave him a new life.

Corpses have memories and are driven by their self-consciousness in their previous lives, but whether this new corpse is an undead monster with false memories and completely different from the original owner, or a continuation of the existence of the living, this is a controversial issue.

He gradually adapted to the existence of undead creatures, and crawled out of the coffin, half-knelt in front of the red dragon.

"Your Majesty."

The corpse's voice was hoarse and low, without any emotional fluctuations.

But Cassius could feel the loyalty from the depths of his soul, which included both the submission of the dragon vein followers and the undead creatures following the summoner.

"Welcome back to the empire."

"Marquis Hart."

Casius looked down at the new corpse and said calmly.

In the future blueprint of the empire, undead creatures are also a piece of the puzzle. These guys are extremely cheap cannon fodder, recyclable labor, and can play a miraculous role in the dark area.

However, Hart's resurrection is just the beginning.

Now, Cassius has a more greedy and bolder idea for the use of this lich. (End of this chapter)