My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Faced with his superior's accusations, Gu Hou could no longer remain calm.

He jumped off his horse, knelt on one knee, and decisively admitted his mistake.

"I'm sorry, sir, it was my dereliction of duty."

"I had been proceeding according to plan, and nothing unexpected happened."

"Even last night's operation was an ambush strategy adopted to find out if the humans had any trump cards."

"Who would have thought this unexpected turn of events would occur..."

Gu Hou felt deeply remorseful; he hadn't expected things to develop to this point.

Seeing his subordinate admit his mistake, the lich suppressed his anger and inquired about everything that had happened the night before.

After his subordinates explained it carefully, the lich's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"I see. Your plan was indeed correct; you were very careful at every step."

"It seems we underestimated humanity."

"The reinforcements from that Ironclad City are truly formidable. Even without any strong warriors, they managed to cause me to lose two of my generals simply by relying on their trump cards."

"This shows that other cities must also have similar trump cards, and we must not try to compete with them."

The cunning lich floated around, its four arms flailing restlessly.

After careful consideration, he commanded Bone Lord:

"Lord Bone, this time the underground palace has suffered serious damage and will not recover in a short time."

"Now go and seal off the exit of the underground palace, hide it completely."

"It won't be too late for us to regroup and plan the great cause of the Kingdom of the Sleepers."

The lich's arrangement left the proud and arrogant Bone Lord somewhat at a loss.

"My lord, once the underground palace is sealed off, we will be unable to replenish our troops or receive any feedback from the death energy outside."

"It can only be restored by relying on the death energy that gradually accumulates in the underground palace."

"That would take decades or even centuries."

"Then the glory of us eternal sleepers will be dimmed!"

Gu Hou seemed a little anxious and reluctant to carry out the order.

After all, the truth of the matter has not yet been investigated, so scaring ourselves like this is obviously a bit too hasty.

But by this time, the lich was already a frightened bird.

As a lich who values ​​life highly, why would he take such a risk?

Therefore, they didn't give Bone Marquis the right to refuse at all, and directly issued a death order:

"Don't give me that talk of glory and honor; that's something we can only discuss because the underground palace exists!"

"Seal off the underground palace right now, immediately!"

"Or you can go to eternal sleep and continue to savor this so-called glory."

The lich's language was so resolute and cold that it stopped Bone Lord from saying anything more.

After glancing at his own parents, he could only lower his head in submission.

"I understand, sir."

"Your will is the greatest decision."

"I will deploy the Bone Guards from within the underground palace to completely seal off the exits and prevent anyone from entering."

Watching his subordinates leave, the lich snorted coldly.

He felt like he was starting to dislike this bony guy.

They're so rigid and inflexible.

It was alright with the Banshee and the Gravedigger around before, but now that there's only Bone Lord left, he's a bit out of control.

It seems we should deal with him when we have time, so he won't always be restless for the sake of glory and honor.

You must decide what's in your own necropolis.

The lich, harboring his own schemes, returned to the coffin, preparing to use hibernation to accelerate the recovery of death power within the dungeon.

Otherwise, the longer you act, the more death power you will waste.

This will burden the core that is bound to it, thereby weakening its own strength.

Dorothy and the human alliance were completely unaware of the silence on this side.

Cyril, who had previously fled, had now calmed down.

He leaned against a large tree, panting heavily.

His golden hair was soaked with sweat and was dripping down his cheeks.

"Huff...huff...I actually lost my composure like this in front of the dead..."

He punched the tree trunk with some regret, and the leaves of the withered tree fell from the tremor.

"Damn it, why was my heart beating so fast for a second?"

"This is a disgrace to knights, and a rift in the heart of justice!"

Cyril looked at his hands and found that they were trembling so much that he could no longer hold the sword.

But in order to wash away the shame, he gritted his teeth and pulled it out shakily.

"I have failed Yan Tiecheng's trust, and even more so, I have failed this sword."

"Let me prove my innocence with my death."

He raised his weapon, preparing to commit suicide.

But Scarface, quick-witted and agile, reached out and stopped him.

"Come on, bro."

"So what if I got teased by a woman? What's the big deal?"

"Don't elevate everything to the level of justice, otherwise don't you think justice is being taken for granted?"

Scarface's expression was very serious, which made Cyril, who wanted to commit suicide, stop.

Seeing that his words were effective, he began to debate the classics like a great Confucian scholar:

"Let me tell you, true justice is the act of a great hero, one who serves the country and its people."

The focus is on the 'nation' and the 'people,' not just your blushing and racing heart!

He pointed his finger at Cyril's chest and explained with a look of exasperation:

"Remember this: true justice is fighting your way out of the undead trap with over five hundred brothers, all unharmed!"

"To abandon one's duty to protect others because of personal feelings is the greatest betrayal of justice!"

Scarface's words were a wake-up call, and they not only shocked Cyril, but also deeply affected him.

Even the adjutants and soldiers were the same.

Everyone stared at the alchemist in astonishment, as if they were seeing him for the first time.

Originally, in their minds, the alchemist was an outstanding person, but also a very greedy person.

Greedy people are often selfish and incapable of uttering such philosophical words.

Therefore, it can be inferred that Leonardo da Vinci was also a man with great ambitions.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to share the same vision as the Administrator and research and design the Flame Blade for everyone.

Help them fight against the undead scourge together.

Those who seemed to have guessed the truth looked at Scarface with even more respect.

Such great people deserve our utmost care to ensure each other's safety.

Even if it costs me my life.

Scarface, who was talking until his throat was dry, suddenly felt the burning gazes around him, and his whole body stiffened instantly.

They thought their identity had been exposed.

Fortunately, he only saw fanaticism in the soldiers' eyes and not doubt, which made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

Continue to counsel Cyril:

"Hey buddy, it's only natural for men and women to love each other."

"Even though the person opposite you is an undead, you're not a kid anymore. The fact that you're blushing means you're a normal man."

"If you don't believe me, ask them. If their positions were reversed, they would definitely be worse than you."

Cyril followed Scarface's finger and saw that his men all had strange expressions on their faces.

Some people blushed, some looked at their toes, and some gazed at the sky.

In any case, no one dared to meet his gaze.

This shows that what Scarface said was true; he was just being stubborn.

His wounded belief was gradually soothed by the reasoning explained by Scarface, and his understanding of justice rose to a whole new level.

The values ​​of justice derived from modern knowledge.

It helped him complete a magnificent transformation.

Cyril now felt an even greater sense of mission, even feeling that he had reached the same level of awareness as the administrators.

They can understand the previous arrangements made by the administrators very well.

For example, even if they don't know whether the bald man is a member of a cult, they still label him as such for the safety of more people.

This approach appears to be unjust on the surface.

But it is the most effective and fastest way to protect the civilians of Iron City.

This shift in mindset made him feel enlightened.

The gloom and regret on her face vanished.