Terramus recently felt very troubled, not because of debating policies with the Paladins under his brother’s command.
He thought that the ideas of those Paladins were very impractical, too idealistic. Although their intentions were good, it wasn’t enough to trouble him.
The real reason for Terramus’s troubles was the Undead Legion he brought from the Great Graveyard; not a single one could be used. Whether in his father’s palace or on his brother’s territory, he had no way to summon these Shadow Guards and could only have them hide within his shadow.
Being a Golden Dragon, he couldn’t summon undead to fight for him. This wouldn’t only damage his own reputation but also harm his father, brother, and even the entire Golden Dragon group’s external image.
Of course, his father’s reputation didn’t matter much, as he had only mastered these death spells under his father’s arrangent.
But even without considering the intangible reputation, from a purely practical standpoint, it was a sha not to let these Shadow Guards fight for him.
Thus, Terramus had been pondering how to resolve this issue during this period. He clearly had an army ready at any ti, yet couldn’t summon them openly to serve him. Facing enemies, he still had to fight personally, which he found very uncomfortable.
After thinking for a long ti, Terramus decided to seek help from his father. Such matters couldn’t be discussed with his grandparents or his brother, as Iliad carried the bloodline of Heaven.
"Father, do you have any way for to openly summon my Undead Legion as a Golden Dragon?"
After contacting his father through a Communication Array, Terramus straightforwardly presented his request.
"Good question!"
Upon hearing his younger son’s request, Noah couldn’t help but praise.
This child is truly greedy, wanting both the good reputation accumulated by the Golden Dragons over millions of years and the convenience of the Undead Legion.
"I don’t want to conceal my identity when using it."
Seeing his father’s expression, Terrance added another sentence.
"Let think about it."
Noah extended his dragon claw to lightly tap on the tal crystal before him. He was planning to enhance and modify his armants, so he prepared a lot of high-grade materials. In the crisp sound of tapping tal, Noah quickly ca up with an idea,
"Haven’t you already modified your undead once? Why not modify them once more?"
"Modify them again? How should I do that?"
Knowing how unreasonable and impractical his request was, Terramus asked sowhat puzzledly, without much expectation.
"You want to summon undead to fight for you openly as a Golden Dragon, right? Then simply ensure that no one but yourself can tell they’re undead when summoned."
Noah provided a suggestion.
"You an to create a layer of camouflage for my undead?"
Terramus seed to understand his father’s intent with a sense of realization.
"No, just a single layer of camouflage isn’t enough. Do you think no one will recognize them once they start fighting?"
"Then what should I do?"
"Conduct a thorough modification of your undead from inside out, ideally keeping only the core Soul Fire as the energy source and replacing all other components."
"What is this?"
Terramus was dumbfounded by Noah’s words. It sounded good, but he had no idea how to implent it.
"How did I end up with such a slow-witted offspring?"
Noah sighed and had to continue explaining his thoughts,
"Haven’t you thought about using tal chanics to replace your undead’s bodies? Then what you’d summon would be Steel Knights, and who would suspect they’re actually undead?"
"How to deal with the undead aura..."
"That’s where your earlier idea cos in; you can engineer the outer shell to be completely sealed. anwhile, you can equip an internal purification device that activates to cleanse all undead aura if the shell is breached."
Noah spoke eloquently, but Terramus frowned more as he listened since his father’s suggestion was more of a conceptual proposal, bordering on fantasy.
Even thinking about the challenges of implenting it gave Terramus a headache. Having crafted tens of thousands of undead himself, he knew no less about them than any Great Demon.
"Father, may I ask, what kind of tal can bear the Soul Fire of the undead?"
Terramus interrupted his father, asking seriously.
"That’s your issue, not mine. I’ve already provided a solution."
Noah spread both dragon claws nonchalantly, as usual, offering only the general approach to solving problems while leaving specifics for the listener to perfect. His proposed solutions typically had so feasibility.
"I can’t conduct research here!"
Confronted with Noah’s attitude, Terramus had no choice. Even if he wanted to research the implentation of his father’s solution, he couldn’t, as the environnt at his brother’s place was truly poor.
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