Now, the citizens of the Kingdom had almost forgotten about the fact that there were still Undead hidden in the thick and hard underground cavern beneath the city. There were very few people who knew about this, and most of them were the upper echelons of the Blackwing Clan.
Back then, when Caesar unified the countries in the North, he adopted a tough and strict policy of oppression. He spread the Blackwing Clan to various parts of the North to increase his control. At the same time, the Undead, as a powerful clan under the Black Emperor, also spread throughout the North.
Angramo, the skeletal dragon with the name "Tangerine", could be called the ultimate nightmare in the hearts of the Northerners. It was even more frightening than the Black Emperor on the throne.
However, as time passed and the situation changed, after the initial period of terror, their ruler, "Screaming Nightmare" Angramo Tangerine, was transferred to the coastal waters. The Undead also gradually disappeared without a trace, disappearing from the sight of the people.
However, this did not mean that Caesar had given up on this army. After Angramo left, the Undead were taken over by the Lich Lord Rennes of the Royal Court. This fellow rarely showed himself and basically stayed in his own cold domain. With his restrictions, the Undead and Skeletons naturally did not climb to the surface to scare the citizens of the city.
Even so, the influence of the Undead and the existence of negative energy continued to appear. In the sewage rivers, cemeteries, and places where gallows were erected, the corpses that were exposed to the wild and pecked by vultures and crows would wake up suddenly. They would either writhe on the ropes and roar, or struggle to crawl in the shadows. After the initial period of weakness, they would pounce on fresh meat.
Due to the difference in the strength of the negative energy, the Undead awakened by the mutation were of different types. The lowest level were the Skeletons and Zombies that were commonly seen in the Continent. The combat power they could produce could be counted with one's fingers. In the situation where they were alone, they were useless other than scaring the women and children. In the new edition of the Illustrated Book of Creatures compiled by the Blackwing Empire, these Undead were not even included in the list.
What was left were the fellows that were worth mentioning. In areas rich in negative energy, some of the corpses mutated into Boda Corpses with flat faces and powdery hard skin. Some became Demon Soul Corpses with claws growing out from the back of their heads. There were also some fellows that were "gifted". After absorbing enough negative energy, they could directly mutate into middle-ranked Undead, becoming Hunting Corpses with strange hind legs and tail spikes.
However, the continuous mutation of the undead didn't affect the stability and harmony of the Empire at all. The moment these fellows appeared, they would be captured by the Undead Knights covered in armor, the abnormally strong Stitched Monsters, and the cold and evil Liches, bringing them underground.
"I will restrain these Undead. They will abide by the laws of the Empire and promptly recycle the waste that appears naturally." This was the promise that the Skeletal Dragon had made to Caesar.
Angramo had done it. The Undead of the Empire were well managed, and after her successor Rayne took over her job, her control did not relax for a moment. On the contrary, as a Lich, Rayne had a perverted obsession with the Undead. The Lich never grew tired of collecting the Undead and corpses that appeared all over the Empire, bringing them into his lair to enrich his storage box.
At this very moment, the Lich was fretting over a pile of high-ranked Undead before him.
"My Lord, the number of Undead in the Buried City of Galanoud has decreased by thirty percent compared to last year. The supply of Soul Source to the main city has also decreased by half."
A Lichen said in frustration. "If this problem is not solved, we can only postpone the research on the Soul Implantation Armor Weapon."
"That's right, that's right. There are fewer and fewer newborns being born. If not for the Soul Fire of the Bone Dragon 'Shadow Devourer' extinguishing, the Firmrock Fortress would not have been able to hand over this batch of resources."
The Black Knight agreed. "My Lord, do you think we should just destroy one or two Buried Cities to recycle the negative energy and Soul Source?"
"I heard that His Highness Odín is preparing to reduce the punishment of a batch of death row criminals in the dungeon. But those criminals have long been disposed of by us. If the Dragonborn Guards find out …" Two vengeful spirits floated in the corner, their voices heavy.
"Think of a way to stop those Dragonborn Guards. Hell, there are no living people in the dungeon now. If His Highness Odín finds out, won't we extinguish ourselves in front of the Lord?"
"Shut up."
The Lich angrily slammed the scepter in his hand on the ground. These chaotic and evil undead were all idiots with brains stuffed full of bones. Listening to their discussion was a complete waste of time. Hoping that they could come up with any good ideas was even more of a pipe dream.
When the Hall of the Dead fell silent, Leon raised his head and looked at the mass of negative energy visible to the naked eye above his head. The surging negative energy would sometimes turn into eyes, sometimes into human faces, and occasionally let out sharp, ear-piercing screams.
"The terrifying suppression of the entire domain, and the strength has increased again. Is His Highness Odín still unable to control and use his own power?"
He lowered his head in frustration and muttered to himself, "If this continues, all the undead and negative energy in the Empire will be annihilated."
… …
"Long time no see, World."
Caesar, who had squeezed out of the spatial node, stood up using his hind legs to support his body. He looked at the rolling mountains and clouds in the distance and chuckled, letting out a thunderous sound.
The Black Dragon stomped on the ground and took off, stirring up a strong storm. Under the situation of the terrifying physical strength and the driving of the furnace, Caesar began to climb. As his body continued to expand, he was more and more inclined to fly above the clouds, maintaining a height of six to eight thousand meters above the ground.
Caesar broke through the clouds in one breath. Above him was the unobstructed, dazzling sunlight. The Black Dragon's dragon scales showed a blazing golden luster under the sunlight, appearing brilliant and eye-catching.
After sleeping for nearly fifty years, this guy's external appearance did not change much except that his body size had expanded. However, his internal improvement was more than just a little bit. He, who was equipped with the antimatter energy module and fully released the singularity furnace, had combat power comparable to a god with weak divine power. In other words, this was a dragon-shaped True God walking in the material plane.
The Black Dragon began to accelerate. Under the situation of no restrictions, Caesar could easily increase his speed to a thousand kilometers per hour. It was not that he could not go faster, but after he went faster, the hurricane and the thunder tearing the air would have terrible lethality. Caesar did not want to see the places he passed by become wastelands.
After waking up, Caesar did not intend to return to the palace immediately. Although fifty years had passed, it was only a moment for the sleeping Black Dragon. So, to be honest, he did not miss Luna and Odín abnormally. In addition, due to the existence of the perception of the scales, he knew that Luna and Odín's physical and mental conditions were not bad. There was no need to worry.
Compared to returning to the palace to deal with a lot of government affairs and reports, the Black Dragon was more willing to run out and walk around. He wanted to see with his own eyes what the country under his feet, which was founded by him, would become after fifty years.