A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

At least until the Prince of Undead returned.

The space undead would not take the initiative to provoke the Seven Saint Alliance.

"It\'s not that there\'s no good news.

" A few days ago, I received a message from the Undead Prince. His fleet found a very special wormhole. With the help of that wormhole, he will have a chance to return to the world of Aindor ahead of time.

" Perhaps in the next year, we will be able to see the prince\'s fleet again in the sky above the planet Storluk."

The atmosphere in the conference room had almost solidified into cement.

Staff Officer No. 1 gave a timely piece of news that was enough to comfort people.

Everyone subconsciously moved.

Their tensed bodies were slightly released.

"It is indeed good news."

the general said indifferently.

Then, he suddenly turned to look at the head of the magic consultant department, Melinda\'s superior.

" Regarding the sudden attack of the Seven Saint Alliance, the Magic Counseling Department needs to give me an explanation.

"Why have you never reported the existence of such spells before?"

The boss began to sweat.

Melinda, who was sitting behind him, also became nervous.

The space undead wouldn\'t actually sweat, but they had a similar mechanism.

When one of the space undead was extremely nervous…

The surface of the grey metal shell they used to wrap their lower bodies would become very wet.

This was an effect similar to sweating.

It also reflected that there was a certain difference between the space undead and the undead of Aindor.

" I remember that the last report your department submitted was an investigation report on corruption within the Alliance of Seven Saints."

The general stared at the spell supervisor with dignity.

The latter said in a low voice,

"According to our investigation, the corruption within the Seven Saint Alliance is indeed very serious…"

The general suddenly berated,

"But corruption never means incompetence!

" Your department\'s duty is to evaluate, record, report, and summarize the spells that may cause harm to us in the world of Aindor.

"And what did you do?

" I\'ve read your last report. The content was filled with self-righteous arrogance and contempt for mages!

" I removed 70% of the subjective guesses and thought that the remaining 30% should be more or less true. Now, it seems that the report is a pile of dog shit!

" Your magic consultant department must bear some responsibility for the heavy losses we suffered this time!

" If this were the era of the Empire, your actions would have been enough to send you to the war tribunal. Do you understand?"

The head spellcaster was so frightened that he repeatedly nodded and apologized.

" You must conduct a comprehensive assessment of Aindor\'s magic system, especially those regarding Legendary Masters or Holy Mages. Don\'t tell me that it\'s difficult. We are outsiders. Do the allies of the Heavenly Palace know nothing about the methods of Holy Mages?"

The general said coldly,

" If I\'m still not satisfied with your next report, then the Eternally Cast Furnace might be the best place for you."

More liquid hung on the armour of the spell supervisor.

Melinda was also worried for him.

The Eternally Cast Furnace was the cruellest punishment for the space undead.

They would strip off the armour of a space undead and then inject the spirit inside into a boiler that was always steaming.

The steam coming out of the boiler was not enough to instantly kill the spirit body.

Instead, it would slowly torture them to death.

The entire process might take three to five years.

This was extremely terrifying for the space undead.

It could be seen that the general was really angry this time!

At this point, Melinda was already stunned.

When she clearly realized how much damage the Seven Saints Alliance had done to the Storluk industry, she was shocked.

Her heart was also undergoing an extremely subtle change.

Perhaps it was not a matter of delaying the debriefing.

" The content of the report needs to be changed. If I persuade Storluk Industries to attack Aindor now, I\'ll be asking for trouble…"

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Fortunately, she had arrived a step earlier. If she had submitted the previous report without realizing it half a day later…

The consequences were unimaginable!

Next.

The general lectured the other departments again.

His words were quite harsh.

All the senior executives of Storluk Industries were scolded.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room was below-freezing.

However, overall, everyone seemed to be a little more relaxed than before.

After all, according to the punishment that the general had mentioned.

Everyone present would be sent into the eternal boiler.

According to the tradition of the Eternal Casting Furnace, only one spirit body could be thrown in at a time. As long as it was not the unlucky person who drew the first one, the situation did not seem so bad.

Everyone present knew this.

The general\'s lecture was more like a routine. In fact, he was also very clear that the attack of the Seven Saint Alliance had come too suddenly. It was meaningless to punish any department alone.

What they could do was just to strengthen their defenses and hide their strength for the next period of time to accumulate strength.

Half an hour later.

The general\'s lecture came to an end.

At this moment, Advisor No. 1 handed over a black mechanical box.

"The video of the entire incident has been recorded."