Chapter 239: Chapter 234: Cruel World Chapter 239: Chapter 234: Cruel World “Princess Felicia, the beloved youngest daughter of the emperor of the Orlando Empire on the Main Continent,” Muria muttered softly, “inherits the empire’s throne. She prefers to dress in men’s clothing and has a strong sense of justice.

She enjoys using the wealth her father has bestowed on her to form long-term employment contracts with the elite members of the Dragon Race. Because of the large number of dragons she has contracted, she has earned the title of Dragon Princess.”

“Well, this young lady certainly has a big imagination,” Muria replied with a resigned smile, recalling the information she had learned about the Dragon Princess, “How could the princess of an empire on the Main Continent appear in Ionia?”

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“Your Majesty! The undead in this city have been largely eliminated, and all the surviving humans have been gathered together,” the elderly green dragon Fiona reported to Muria who was standing atop the city gate tower.

“How many people are still alive in this city?” Muria stood on the city wall, looking at the vast expanse of white beyond the city—that was the ash left behind after Red Dragon Otlis had burnt the unending tide of the Undead outside the city.

“Nine thousand seven hundred and sixty-two people.” Green Dragon Fiona provided an extremely accurate number. As an elderly green dragon who was already beginning to study magic, counting the population was a simple task. She simply had to scan with her mental power.

“How many people lived in this city before?” Muria looked at the sister and brother duo supporting the dark knight next to her.

In order to restore her father’s strength and prevent his soul fire from dispersing, noble lady Orlina had cast a Strength of the Bull spell on herself, then dragged the dark knight who weighed well over three hundred pounds onto the city wall.

Because there existed countless low-level Undead outside the walls, countless creatures have been buried beneath the earth over the ages. These bones, which should have slowly decomposed beneath the ground, have all been reanimated by the Undead Cataclysm, a top-tier necromantic magic.

However, these reanimated Undead had almost been entirely slaughtered by Red Dragon Otlis. Many soul fires without a vessel were floating in the air, slowly dispersing.

Orlina had dragged her father onto the city wall to gather these gradually dissipating low-level soul fires…

Upon hearing Muria’s question, Orlina had not yet answered when the dark knight, who was gorging himself on the low-level soul fires and was no longer in danger of dying out, answered Muria’s question: “Cecil City has a resident population of over two hundred and thirty-four thousand. If you include the transient population, it should be three hundred thousand.”

“Three hundred thousand.” Upon hearing the number that this dark knight, now transformed into an Undead, had provided Muria pursed her lips, “Now fewer than ten thousand survive.”

“Damn it!” the dark knight, whose soul fire had now stabilized, was overcome by an unprecedented rage. Unable to control himself, he punched the parapet, causing cracks to spread—ridden by cracks, the wall threatened to collapse. “Why must my subjects suffer this misfortune?”

“Your territory was not the only one attacked by the Lich,” Muria glanced at the dark knight who had almost knocked over a whole wall with one punch, “All cities in the Bavaria Kingdom have experienced the same disaster. If there are no surprises, you are now nobles of a fallen nation.”

“We are nobles of a fallen nation!” Orlina and the young boy Balk were stunned, “What exactly is happening?”

“The Bavaria Kingdom has been selected by the Undead Council, and the capital of your kingdom was breached two days ago.” Muria explained succinctly, making them realize what they had experienced.”

“Why choose the Bavaria Kingdom?” Orlina asked resentfully and angrily as she glanced at Cecil City, which had turned into ruins, “With nearly a hundred human kingdoms and thousands of duchies in Erathia, how could my kingdom have been chosen?”

“Although the chances are less than one percent, as long as the Undead Council exists, it is certain that a country will perish every hundred years,” Muria replied indifferently, “There is nothing strange about them selecting your country this time.”

“Why is the Undead Council so ruthless? My country has a population of over a hundred million. So many people…They actually want to wipe them all out? What are they doing this for? Is it just to satisfy their desire for slaughter?” The teary-eyed girl, Orlina, looked at Muria, seeking answers.

Hearing the girl’s question, the Dark Knight nearby also turned his gaze towards Muria, curious about the reason for the mass genocide committed by the Undead Council over a century.

After all, he was just minding his own business as a count at home when disaster struck from the skies, not giving him any time to react or prepare. Everything he owned was destroyed, and he himself was left in this ghostly state.

“Collecting cannon fodder!” Muria took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly uttered the words.

“What?” Orlina was puzzled.

“Over a hundred years, the Undead Council’s cannon fodder is running out. Genocides are committed to collect more cannon fodder,” Muria said.

With a tense face, he recounted the cruel truth for the people of the Bavaria Kingdom.

When he first found out about the purpose of the Undead Council’s century-long genocides from the Golden Dragon Sister, he was stunned for quite a while.

Only after knowing this did Muria finally realize the hard-nosed reality of the Erathia World and the brutal law of jungle survival it operates under.

An top-tier power can unscrupulously mow down cities and kingdoms to replenish their cannon fodder. In their eyes, the hundreds of millions in the Human Kingdom are merely batches of chives, ready to be harvested time and again.

“How could this be?” Hearing the reason for their misfortunes from Muria, Orlina’s face turned blank. The Soul Fire of the Dark Knight next to her also trembled violently, reflecting his agitated emotions.

“How could it not be?” Muria rebutted.

“Why does such an evil organization as the Undead Council continue to exist?” Orlina murmured. “Why don’t our ten Human Empires join forces to eradicate it?”

“Because the Undead Council’s target is always limited to the kingdoms of humans, they never provoke your ten human empires, so don’t expect that they would do anything,” replied Muria.

“Why don’t all these kingdoms and duchies band together to resist this evil organization? Not one, but what about ten or a hundred kingdoms?”

“Girl, do you know how the range of the Necromantic Fog above your head?” asked Muria.

“…” The tear-streaked girl shook her head.

“This grey fog blankets your entire kingdom, but only your Bavaria Kingdom, not a single inch of it spills beyond your borders! When the fog dissipates, a kingdom almost devoid of inhabitants would emerge in Ionia.”