Xyrin Empire

Chapter 400 - 400 400 Fire One Off

?Chapter 400: Chapter 400: Fire One Off Chapter 400: Chapter 400: Fire One Off “I really wanted to capture that scene about to unfold,” I thought to myself, “with high-definition angles recording the collected expression of the big boss, Mr. Aresta, the ultimate Dark Demon King in the middle of a conspiracy. I wanted to catch the panic and confusion on his face as he is resurrected as a High Order Undead on an altar covered in red runes. Then I’d compress the footage into various video formats and crazily share it around the world…”

But alas, that wouldn’t be very nice, even though I don’t particularly like him. After all, Old Fox is still my employee, isn’t he?

Following Sylvanas’ instructions, we set up a simple Spirit Summoning Technique ritual space in an empty warehouse on the flagship. In fact, with the Heroic Level Undead Power that Sylvanas wields, transforming a creature from the Middle Magic Plane into undead wouldn’t even need such a simple ritual space. However, to leave an unforgettable impression on the soon-to-be-resurrected Aresta, we still set up this dark place. It was a mishmash of the three major religions, twelve minor religions, and thirty-three sects. In short, it had Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams with the Cross drawn over them. Apart from the blood-red altar in the center, which was necessary for Sylvanas to conduct the ritual, the rest of the bizarre background decorations were crafted from sheer boredom by the Imperial Army soldiers, using handicrafts and holographic projections…

Thank goodness I was on time to chuck out that string of CDs hanging at the door.

Unfortunately, Sylvanas herself strictly refused to don a Taoist robe and wield a peach wood sword for the ceremony, much to Qianqian’s wildly imaginative disappointment.

“Ah Jun, Ah Jun! The ghouls are coming!”

Qianqian’s cheerful voice came from behind me, followed by the sound of a slew of teeth grinding in unison.

“Sylvanas… since when did it become fashionable for ghouls to wear thick gold chains?”

Just as I turned around, I saw a horde of ghouls, decked out in all manner of adornments, parading around the warehouse we had transformed into a semblance of Hell, led by Qianqian, the fearless one. I was immediately struck dumb with astonishment.

“Though they might look a bit ugly,” Sylvanas sheepishly spread her hands, “they’re still soldiers of the Salvation Army who have fought in the salvation wars, aren’t they? Mudadin almost pulled out all his beard hairs trying to invent transformable armor that these disfigured ones could wear and take off conveniently.”

…Should I even bother commenting on this?

“Change them, change them all!” I commanded magnanimously. “What are we doing here? Filming a horror movie, right? What’s up with these ghouls glittering with gold like Saint Fighters? I want them to look more hideous! Let these ghouls show off their rotting flesh and protruding bones! Put the most abstract-looking ones in the front, the ones whose every facial crease could scare a child into silence at night. And you there, with half your face chopped off, hey! I’m talking about you! That’s a symbol of status. Boldly smear some sweet bean sauce on that scar! Those with wounds on their faces are welcome to step up, golden spots are up for grabs, and you lowly soldiers might only get this one chance to be in front of the camera!”

“Divine Messenger, is it always like this with him?”

Watching someone who looked like the Dark Demon King dressed in suspect attire that screamed ‘ready to be slain by a hero’, Sylvanas timidly whispered to the girl beside her.

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