She froze.
Is the wardrobe hinting that I should wear this? Glancing down at herself, she scoffed.
I'm not that wellendowed.
Even if I danced in this thing, nothing would slip out.
And who in their right mind wouldn't notice if their straps slid off? Those people are clearly doing it on purpose.
Bayou refused to wear it and immediately moved on.
Today, she planned to delve deeper into the dark forest for more training.
No skirts, just a normal outfit.
10 minutes later, dressed in casual wear and draped in yesterday's oversized black robe, Bayou is ready to set out.
Before departing, Bayou cast a final glance at the warehouse.
The iron ingots had increased by 5,000, evidence that the dwarves hadn't been slacking.
Her gaze then drifted to the 7,000 corpses piled beyond the city walls.
Half had already been summoned, so she hurriedly began decomposing the remaining bodies.
Fortunately, only a single day had passed.
Had two more days elapsed, the stench of decay would have been unbearable.
At that point, even if it meant forfeiting the double summoning bonus, she would have had no choice but to dump them all into the Blackwater altar.
With a swift command from within the castle, Bayou initiated the decomposition of 4,000 corpses, leaving only 3,000 remaining.
The mountain of bodies outside the walls instantly hald, yielding her three 0000 magic crystals, 300 spirit cores, nearly 4,000 pieces of commentary equipment, and a handful of commander tier gear.
She tossed all the salvaged equipment to Sun Sha Sha, keeping it served no purpose for herself.
Now with 350 spirit cores in hand, she could upgrade the barracks once more.
After the enhancement, the only noticeable change was the steeper cost for the next level.
350 spirit cores and 35 000 zero magic crystals.
An increase of 50 and 5,000 respectively.
The reward, the summoning capacity rose from 30 to 40.
In the early stages, when resources were scarce and levels low, upgrades brought significant improvements.
Yet now, despite the higher costs, the benefits diminished.
damn system just as by you finished upgrading the barracks.
She remembered she hadn't tummoned today as troops.
Returning to the barracks, she initiated the summoning ritual.
Green light flooded the chamber as today as assortment of undead emerged.
Bone dragons, wraiths, tiny zombies, zombie titans, destroyers, a chaotic medley of creatures, and of course, the everpresent daily freebies.
10 adorable little acolytes.
As Bayou turned to leave, a peculiar figure caught the corner of her eye.
She spun around to see an ethereal figure hovering madair, clad in tattered black robes, its form wreathed in flickering blue flames.
No physical body, just hollowed darkness, say for the eerie glow of its eyes peering from beneath the hood.
She recognized it as a wraith, yet bore distinct differences from the ordinary kind.
Your most loyal servant greets the queen.
Those capable of speech spoke.
Those who couldn't tea by you paid no mind.
Did I just strike gold? Disbelief washed over her.
Luck often favored the absent-minded.
The half-hearted attempts.
Moreover, as the barracks level increased, so too did the odds of summoning a racial sovereign.
Eagerly, Bayou inspected its attributes.
Wraith Monarch, unnamed.
Active skills, spectral tempest, soulblade, passive skill, wraith heart.
It really is the wraith monarch.
She had suspected as much.
Its resemblance to a wraith was unmistakable.
A quick glance at its active skills revealed one for area devastation, the other for combat augmentation.
The passive skill mirrors that of Jon, allowing all subsequent specters to transcend their level limits, even those summoned by Bayou and the necromancer may continue to evolve.
How fortuitous, for Bayou is in dire need of strength enhancement, and the arrival of the Spectre King is timely indeed.
As she gazed upon the figure cloaked in darkness with blue flames igniting its eyes, she contemplated bestowing a name upon it.
From this moment forth, you shall be known as Lonie.
She mused somewhat absent- mindedly, figning indifference.
I humbly thank your majesty for the bestowed name.
Chapter 151.
Son Xiao<unk>s relatives by you was in high spirits as she took Lanni to stroll through the dark forest.
This petite and agile figure was the most suitable companion for such an adventure.
Bayou felt the need to redistribute her resources.
Realizing she could no longer allow the undead to recklessly engage in combat.
Now at level seven, while Arthur and Jon languished at level three, this disparity was untenable.
She risked falling further behind.
It was imperative to consolidate resources for her leaders.
By the time she herself ascended to the rank of a king, they would still be at the mid-level commander rank, rendering them less effective.
Bayou commanded a legion of tens of thousands of undead.
With nearly a hundred at the commander level, many exceeding the three kings in rank, albeit unable to advance further.
She resolved to focus her efforts on nurturing Arthur, Jon, and Lanni, the three sovereigns of their respective races.
As they grew in strength, they would rival any lord.
In contrast, ordinary undead of the same rank possessed rather limited capabilities.
They simply could not compete with her chosen champions.
Previously, Bayou had developed her forces rather half-hazardly.
But now, she understood the necessity of meticulous planning.
Accompanied by Jon, Lanni, and several commander level punishment knights and spirit lords, she ventured deeper into the dark forest.
Meanwhile, on another front, Sun Shia Sha, accompanied by her magical beasts, resolved to cease being a burden to Bayou, she decided against allowing her beast to languish in the time chamber and boldly led her entourage to the nearby swamp, her designated hunting ground.
wary of the overwhelming power of the dark forest.
In recent days, despite sustaining some injuries, her magical beasts reaped substantial rewards, and she suddenly felt she was mastering the game.
Survival was not an option.
Strength could only be attained through conquest.
With the shabby resources provided by Bayou, which though deemed mere scrap metal by the latter, due to her vast stockpile of tens of thousands of magic crystals, proved invaluable to Sunshow Sha.
Each ordinary piece of equipment could be sold for two magic crystals, and Bayou had generously bestowed upon her several thousand ordinary items along with a few commander level pieces.
Son Shia Sha sold all these items, acquiring thousands of magic crystals, a quantity she had never encountered before, excluding what she had seen in Bayou's warehouse.
Subsequently, she sent her magical beasts to hunt in the swamp, utilizing the rare drop of spirit cores to upgrade her barracks.
This approach was exponentially more efficient than her previous strategy of stagnating in her castle.
Sun Shia Sha had already ascended to level seven, quickly catching up to Xiaoli and Shua.
The crimson blood demon monkey, which had accompanied her since day one, had proven remarkably resilient, now reaching level 9, just shy of breaking through to commander status.
Even son Sha Sha recognized that she must funnel all experience into the crimson blood demon monkey to expedite its advancement.
By day, her magical beasts hunted, and by night, they rested in the time chamber.
Sun Shia Sha was confident that she would soon catch up to that old hag.
However, her magical beasts were incapable of mining or gathering stone.
Although they could upgrade the barracks using magic crystals and spirit cores, resources for upgrading the castle remain elusive.
This predicament deeply troubled her.
If she exchanged precious crystals for wood and stone, there would be scant crystals left to upgrade the barracks.
Most of her crystals were obtained through the sale of equipment.
The pace at which she collected these crystals was akin to that of a snail.
Agonizingly slow was currently orchestrating her beast to assault the corrupted tree, a level one leader class monster, which represented the most favorable target for her at the moment.
It was a creature she could slay with minimal risk and substantial rewards.
Having finally located one, she was filled with uncontainable excitement as she commanded her beast to attack.
Although she referred to it as commanding, in reality, she was merely shouting from the sidelines.
Come on, take it down.