Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
The impact of the establishment of the Wintery Empire was like a butterfly’s dance, gradually stirring ripples in the breeze sweeping across the continent.
Beyond King Castro of Andor, who was furious, was the legendary Ghost Dragon Angus, who had returned to the Sea of Undead.
“Your Majesty, we failed again with those Undead Horses!”
“That damned Bai Leferun of the Undead Dogs is dead!”
The Ghost Dragon Angus pressed its enormous dragon head close to the ground, the cold, eerie green Undead Ghost Fire in its eye sockets flickering gently. Its words were extremely vulgar, yet its tone was exceptionally respectful.
This was a palace filled with white bones. The dense skulls of various creatures formed the main structure of the palace. The pillars, floor, dome, and even the doors and windows were all made of bones.
The crucial point was that these bones were alive, their jaws opening and closing with a “creak, creak” sound.
The Undead Ghost Fire illuminated the entire palace, as well as the figure on the skeletal throne.
It was a small skeleton, less than 1.6 meters tall.
If not for its pitch-black bones and the glittering golden crown on its head, it would have been almost impossible to distinguish it from the skeletal throne ten meters high.
This small skeleton was the Undead Emperor, Auduin Naebulin.
Don’t be fooled by its short stature; in reality, the entire skeletal palace was a part of its body.
“Failed again? You Undead Dog’s damned failures, you can fail at this too? Is his head full of Lich shit?”
The small skeleton cursed loudly, and the entire skeletal great hall trembled with Auduin’s rage. Countless skeletons let out mournful cries.
“Your Majesty, what do we do next?”
Angus lay prostrate on the ground, daring not to raise his head.
“What do we do? Damn it! I really want to tear open that Undead Dragon’s head and see if it’s full of the excrement of Death Burrowers!”
“Your Majesty… well, I don’t have a brain…”
“Shut up!!!”
Following the Undead Emperor’s roar, there was a loud “boom,” and the entire skeletal great hall vibrated violently.
The Ghost Dragon Angus fell silent. It felt a bit wronged; it genuinely didn’t have a brain.
“If you don’t know what to do, go attack the Church of Light! If you can’t win, find the God of Death’s vessel! If you can’t find the vessel, go cause trouble in the human countries! If you can’t cause trouble, go fight those stinking demon bugs! Do I have to teach you everything, you Undead Dog’s worthless thing?”
The Undead Emperor Auduin slammed his skeletal throne repeatedly, pointing at the Ghost Dragon in the middle of the hall and roaring. Fortunately, he was just a skeleton and didn’t have saliva, or else the Ghost Dragon Angus would probably be washing its face right now.
…
A moment later, Angus emerged from the skeletal great hall with a grim dragon face and returned to his legion’s encampment.
He was not only the Undead Emperor’s mount but also the leader of the elite Ghost Dragon Legion under the Undead Emperor’s command.
These Ghost Dragons were transformed from Giant Dragons that had died in past wars.
Of course, to obtain more Ghost Dragons, he didn’t mind killing any living Giant Dragons he encountered.
Angus was already on Dragon Island’s kill list, but he didn’t care. A bunch of muscle-brained reptiles wouldn’t dare to set foot in the Undead Desert.
“Lord Angus…”
The Ghost Dragons under his command lowered their heads to the ground, showing him respect.
This made the very displeased Angus feel slightly better.
“You, come here.”
“Yes, you.”
Angus casually pointed at one of the Ghost Dragons and beckoned with his claw. The chosen Ghost Dragon lumbered over to him with a “grunt, grunt.”
“I ask you, should we attack the Church of Light, or search for the vessel, or cause trouble for humans? Or fight demons?”
“…I don’t know, Lord.”
The chosen Ghost Dragon had a blank expression.
“You don’t know this, you don’t know that. What use do I have for you? You Undead Dog’s things, is your brain full of Lich shit and burrower excrement? Useless!”
As Angus spoke, he slapped the Ghost Dragon’s head with a “slap,” knocking its skull clean off. It landed on another Ghost Dragon’s head.
“…”
The headless Ghost Dragon stood there blankly. It wasn’t dead, and it wasn’t even injured. It could just reattach its head later.
However, Angus’s goal had been achieved. He was now in a very good mood. He raised his dragon head high and commanded his legion of Ghost Dragons:
“This time, we won’t attack the Church of Light. We will cross the sea and attack the human cities of Kylian and Medon. Now that the Kolon Empire has fallen, the human strength in the north has greatly diminished. Both of these empires boast churches of light. So, to avoid attracting attention, none of you are to participate in the initial attacks. His Majesty will attack the Church of Light during this time to put pressure on them. When the human empires are lulled into a false sense of security, we will appear together, destroy their cities, expand the scale of our Undead army, and with one swift move, annihilate the human empires of the central continent. Then, we will use the Endless Sea of Undead to besiege the Church of Light.”
Angus became more and more excited as he spoke, thrilled by his perfect plan. Once he turned the central continent into a sea of undead, His Majesty would surely stop calling him a brainless Undead Dog’s dragon.
Perhaps, when the God of Death awoke in the future, he could seize the opportunity to advance further and achieve demigod status.
…
The first layer of the Abyss Plane, the Cliff of Broken Bones.
Qi Wub and the players had already conquered the Imp tribe.
This was not a difficult feat. As the lowest-tier creatures in the Abyss, Imps, like Goblins, were utter cannon fodder.
After mortals on the Cain Continent died, their souls entered the River of Torment. This river, filled with souls, was the materialization of the rules of life and death. One branch led to the Endless Dome, and another branch led to the Bottomless Abyss.
Most people would enter the Bottomless Abyss, where the most evil mortals would be transformed into imps.
Regardless of which god they believed in during their lifetime, if their divine kingdom did not accept them, they would eventually become a low-level Imp.
Imps looked like a lump of repulsive rotten flesh, with incomplete human organs and tissues. Their heads were only vaguely visible.
These low-tier demons had no minds and possessed meager strength. They were despised by all demons. Their usual state of existence was purely instinctual; in all other aspects, they were no different from the mentally challenged.
Qi Wub did not kill all the Imps but captured a few for research.
The other players continued to explore according to the System’s missions, beginning to map out the terrain in more detail.
The Blue Star Will could only scan the nearby terrain and generate a general map, but it did not know the specifics of these places, what kind of demons existed there, or their habits.
This was precisely what Qi Wub asked the players to refine. Knowing oneself and the enemy meant not only avoiding danger but also achieving victory in every battle.
On the Cliff of Broken Bones, near the players’ resurrection point.
In Qi Wub’s temporary room, the corpse of an Imp lay on a table. It had been dismembered, and even a demon would have pitied its miserable state.
After some operations, Qi Wub, whose expression was frenzied and far less rational than usual, had basically concluded:
Imps could not be tamed.
Even though they were like imbeciles, it was perhaps precisely because of their lack of brains, and the jealousy and hatred for beings from the prime material plane remaining in their broken souls, that made them so stubborn.
But he had not given up.
If these brainless Imps couldn’t be tamed, it didn’t mean that those with brains couldn’t be.
Anyway, with the Blue Star Will protecting his and the players’ souls, he could act recklessly.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but scorn Ye Hao again. Such a waste, who didn’t know how to utilize resources, only knew how to charge in recklessly, and even acted without permission, hiding the top-tier protective amulet like the Blue Star Will. What great achievements could he possibly make?
Ye Hao: [You’re still cursing me?]
“So what if I curse you? You piece of garbage! Idiot!”
Qi Wub snorted coldly, the madness in his eyes disappearing, gradually replaced by reason.
He thought that the Blue Star Will had at least some brains.
Since Ye Hao could no longer respawn and his soul was contaminated, the Blue Star Will had simply cut off the contaminated part of Ye Hao’s soul and used the remaining soul fragments to create a System to restrain him.
Although Ye Hao couldn’t do anything to him, he could still be quite disgusting by causing trouble at certain times.
