At this moment, Synapse was still sailing over the ocean, but in Muria's vision, the outline of land appeared—a continent covered in green, looking vibrant and full of life.
"It's still so far away, yet its power is affecting us here. It's incredible. How do the beings living there survive? Are they all undead?" Muria pondered.
"Your Highness, we need to deal with those wraiths. We can't let them run rampant," said Mia, the dragonborn maid, stepping forward.
"No need, I'll handle it," Muria waved her off.
"Your Highness, it's just some low-level undead. It's my failure that they weren't dealt with properly and reached your ears. If you have to act, it would show my incompetence."
"Synapse is gradually approaching the Obistos continent. As we get closer, more undead will spawn in the lower cloud islands. We need a strong enough force to suppress them once and for all," Muria said, reassuring his somewhat uneasy maid. Wraiths are born from the resentment of living beings combined with their souls at death.
As long as there is oppression and exploitation in Synapse, this resentment won't disappear. In the past, without external influences, the power of the City in the Clouds could dissipate this resentment, preventing wraiths from forming. But now, because of Synapse's proximity to a special region, some things that shouldn't exist have been catalyzed.
Muria stood up, and a halberd taller than himself appeared in his hand. This was his rarely used weapon, the Po Jun Halberd.
So Muria decided to use it to suppress the lower cloud islands. Thunder as thick as pythons and blazing dragon-shaped flames appeared on the weapon. Muria took a deep breath and then hurled it out with force.
Thunder roared, and the atmosphere around the Wind King's castle was forcibly split open. The cloud giants stationed around the castle knelt down in awe of the immense power.
Under their watchful eyes, a huge golden-red rainbow shot out from the central cloud island, curved in mid-air, and plunged straight down to the lowest layer of the cloud islands.
As it fell, the halberd's size continuously expanded until it reached a height of 150 meters and firmly embedded itself in the center of the lowest cloud island, causing no additional damage.
Then, golden ripples carrying Muria's power spread out from the halberd, sweeping in all directions. Wherever it passed, black smoke, invisible to ordinary mortals, rose from the ground and dissipated into thin air, with faint wails echoing.
These were the undead spawned by the resentment of those sinful individuals oppressed by Muria. Initially, they shouldn't have posed any threat to Synapse, but the external influence catalyzed their birth. Fortunately, these wraiths were too weak to cause real harm, merely having some ability to disrupt minds.
"A repulsive aura," the commotion caused by Muria's halberd attracted attention from the City in the Clouds above. Two streaks of light descended to the Wind King's castle.
"Mika!" Muria's face broke into a warm smile as he greeted the female seraph first out of the light, his attitude exemplary. But when he glanced at the imposing man behind her, his face immediately turned stern, almost as if he was about to write "You are not welcome" on his forehead.
Yet, Ilvest didn't seem to mind Muria's attitude at all. He was used to it.
"What madness drove you to throw your weapon at your own cloud island? Do you think you have too many islands and want to break a few? If you think there are too many, you can give some to me," the seraph said, barely hiding his desire for these floating islands. They could be converted into floating fortresses, serving as excellent outer defenses for his city.
"You're overthinking it." Muria's lips twitched. He noticed that the once gentlemanly and virtuous Ilvest had grown increasingly shameless recently, and he didn't know whom he had learned it from.
"There are undead on my cloud island, so I threw down a weapon to suppress them," Muria explained to Mikaela, who looked puzzled.
"With the City in the Clouds, your island has undead? Have you done something wrong?" Ilvest squinted at Muria. He knew this guy was involved in a lot of forbidden research, and he had heard rumors of a legendary demon under his command, though he had never seen it.
"It's not my fault. It has nothing to do with me," Muria rolled his eyes. "It's an environmental change. Synapse is approaching the Obistos continent, and the power emanating from that land is affecting my cloud island, causing some low-level undead to form."
"The Obistos continent? I've been there," Ilvest said, stroking his chin. "Except for the surface where people can live, the underground is full of undead. Death god followers are very active there, and faiths with the power to purify undead are also strong. You're moving towards that subcontinent?"
"Yes," Muria glanced at his brother-in-law. "I've heard that the underground of that continent has been hollowed out by the undead, full of caves, and home to many notorious liches. Liches have a hoarding obsession. If they see you, they will go crazy."
Muria joked maliciously. Over the years, his conflicts with Ilvest had intensified. Several opportunities for reconciliation had ended badly due to their terrible tempers.
"Are you under some misapprehension? Muria, if we encounter a hoarding lich, your appeal will be much greater than mine. You're a unique Titan-Dragon hybrid, while I'm an eight-winged seraph. Rare, but not unique. If we both face a demigod lich, you will be in trouble first."
"Tch!" Muria clicked his tongue, unable to refute. "I plan to search for exiled dragons on that subcontinent and then explore the underground undead caves. Interested?"
"Of course. Purifying evil undead is our innate duty."
"Sounds impressive. Then why don't you seraphim go all out and cleanse all the undead caves beneath that continent?" Muria asked with a puzzled look. Honestly, when he first received information about the Obistos subcontinent, he was shocked.
"There are too many entanglements. The undead beneath the Obistos continent can't be completely purified," Ilvest frowned, showing a hint of frustration. "Our seraphim can only suppress them."
"You guys are going to the undead caves? Count me in. By the way, I've heard that the most famous thing on the Obistos subcontinent is the undead scourge. When it strikes, the whole continent turns into a realm of the dead."
"The ninth-tier necromancy spell, Undead Scourge, was modeled after this continent-wide disaster. But it can't compare to the real thing," Mikaela said enthusiastically. This was why she found the main world fascinating—it's filled with various dangerous forbidden zones.
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