Something's wrong with my undead

At the same time, in the real underground palace, Heine was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened.

Aram Gittier.

How could he not be shocked after hearing this surname...

"From your reaction, it seems that his surname has indeed been passed down as later generations have said."

The Mad King said slowly: "I heard that he was in the north and became a noble. Later he supported the Temple... This is very interesting. It sounds like their Temple was not the ruler in the beginning."

"The situation of the Nice people is different." Heine explained: "The gods they believe in are not formed by collective will. The Death Speaker has her own kingdom of God, the Shadow Realm, which is the destination of people after death. She also represents death... As a necromancer, haven't you heard of it?"

Mad King: "That's what I'm curious about. Of course I've heard of the Shadow Realm. My death power (death energy) comes from there, but I've never heard of the 'god' you described. Otherwise, I would have made that place my next target of conquest instead of spending my long life in boredom."

"What about the underworld?" Heine asked in confusion, "How are you bound?"

“It’s a long story.”

"That's fine. I love listening to stories!" Heine said, "It's fine even if you start from the founding of your empire!"

According to the other party, the magic circle above was shut down and all the people who came here were saved.

As for his skeletons, since the energy maintaining the magic circle was drained by them, they must be feeling great.

Then there is no rush at all!

Everyone has a bright future!

The Mad King probably hadn't seen an audience for a long time. After thinking for a moment, he spoke, "When that bunch of despicable...rebels gradually conquered my empire, I set about transforming the capital, Everlasting Castle, into a void fortress that spanned dimensions.

“We have stored enough supplies to support one million people for twenty years and have transferred them to another plane early on. My trusted aides are responsible for the node arrangement for this transfer.

"However, I underestimated the speed of the rebels' advance, or perhaps, the speed at which my incompetent subjects would surrender. By then, Sebitiga had already 'died', and the rebels burned, killed, and looted along the way, arriving at the gates of Yongsu Castle three days earlier than I expected.

"I had to hastily activate the magic, and then I saw the 'Sanctuary' for the first time - the rebel gods turned the void into their sanctuary.

"And those so-called gods, made up of countless whispers, countless thoughts, and countless things they called 'spirits', just happened to run into my fortress head-on.

“At that time, I didn’t know that it was a so-called ‘god’. I thought it was some powerful, unknown void creature, so I ordered my army and my trusted followers to attack.

“As a result, those creatures completely ignored these attacks and began to pollute my people, causing them to become confused and frantic, and gradually fall into madness.

“Looking back now, it was undoubtedly a ‘missionary’ process.

"According to what you said, the boundaries of faith at that time were not yet stable. Even the same natural phenomena - such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the earth - had different interpretations. The same holy light, some people thought it should be scorching, while others thought it should be warm.

"The believers argued endlessly, influenced each other, and polished their own views, gradually making them uniform, which made the chaotic faith in the void change every moment.

"Its followers, because of the filtering of the plane barrier, will only fall into entanglement and self-torture, while my people are facing the most direct impact on their thinking..."

The Mad King sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his calm voice.

"What do you think I should do next?" he asked.

Heine: "I would vote if it were me."

The Mad King was stunned: "What?"

Heine: "Those who surrender."

The Mad King laughed and said, "How is this possible?"

Heine: "How is it impossible? The rebels only vaguely sensed the gods, while your people faced the gods directly. Whose faith is more devout now?"

The Mad King was silent for a moment.

Heine: "If I were you, I would take them back to the real plane directly. On the one hand, it is to isolate the influence of the gods and take the time to heal. On the other hand, I would directly claim that I have seen the gods and willingly submit to the supreme power. Then let these lunatics who are driven crazy by the fusion doctrine preach to the shallow believers. Wouldn't the rebels become our own people?"

"This... How could I possibly do such a thing!" the Mad King said angrily.

"Why not?" Heine asked back, "If I were you, I would take back the right to interpret faith, abolish the class distinction between the upper class and the lower class, turn to the embrace of the faith system, support the new order of God, and then start to deconstruct and dilute it after gaining the right to speak, until the people are no longer bound by 'God'. Isn't this a win-win situation?"

"But they are rebels, they should pay the price for their actions!"

"Yes, I paid the price." Heine sighed, "If the ending I described should have existed, then the current situation is the so-called 'price'. You punished them, and they punished you. No one won. Are you satisfied with this?"

"At least I don't regret not doing what you said." The Mad King snorted.

Heine: "The biggest problem is that you don't regret it. Even if they are rebels, they are 'your' people who are rebelling, but you only want to punish them... From beginning to end, you only have your 'superiors' in your eyes, as if they are the real people.

"As for the untouchables and the weak, they are not human beings at all, but slave-like possessions, even worse than dogs. They are like a handful of hay or a basin of water. They burn when they burn and pour when they pour. But once the fire comes over and the water floods over, you can only sigh and say, 'Ah, this is all fate.' Don't you think this is a bit too...too irresponsible?"

The Mad King did not answer.

After a long while, he actually chuckled.

"I think I know."

Heine was stunned. What do you know?

Mad King: "The biggest thing you and Sepitija have in common is also the biggest difference between you and me, and between you and us... You actually sympathize with the weak, those stupid, despicable people."

Heine was shocked: "No, is it possible that none of your 'superiors' have compassion?"

Mad King: “No, they believe that compassion is a virtue, or that showing compassion is a self-pleasing behavior. Ultimately, their behavior will be recognized by their peers, and they will do so out of interest.

"But you are different from Sepitija. Your sympathy comes from the heart and is based on your own experience. It is as if they are the same as you were in the past, so as a fellow human being, you have an obligation to save them...

"Could it be that you and he have the same secret?"

hiss……

Heine's heart was shocked for a moment!

He couldn't deny it.

This was determined by the education he received since childhood, and it is also something his nation has always carried.

So the question is, what about Sepitiga?

Could it be that Sebitiga is also a time traveler? And has a similar cultural background to mine! ?

"You seem nervous."

The Mad King said playfully, "It doesn't matter. Everyone has secrets. I think prying into secrets is the most boring thing to do, just like understanding the principles of a magic trick. This will only destroy the mystery and fun, so I won't ask you to speak."

He really made me cry to death!

This was the first time Heine met such a sensible old Deng.

Is it true that Lao Deng becomes more fragrant as it gets older?

"So what did you do then?" Heine changed the subject.

"The first half of my approach was the same as yours. I also transferred the fortress back to the real plane."

"What a wise move!" Heine exclaimed.

The Mad King was speechless for a moment.

"Are you being a bit flattering?"

Heine: "It doesn't matter, just go on."

The Mad King continued, "However, there was a mistake in the positioning, and it came to this mountain by mistake. Then the polluted people mutated one after another, and the pollution spread from the soul to the flesh. I had to kill them, but then something strange happened - their souls did not return to the Shadow Realm, but went to another place."

Heine asked in surprise: "The underworld?"

"Yes, the underworld."

The Mad King said calmly with some emotion: "Later I learned that the place was called 'the underworld', but it was a pity that I learned it too late."