Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 450 The Situation at the Tea Party: Mingzhu and the Lone Minister
P.S.: This chapter has been significantly revised. Please forgive any awkward phrasing. Join the group at the end of the chapter.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In this global wave of the dead, some countries are happy to see it happen.

For example, some old-time emperors who had almost lost their power.

Just as every exiled king curses his country and an abandoned leader prays for his team's utter defeat, the leaders of the once-unrivaled Blue Star, the first generation of industrial power, and the United Kingdom of Two Lions, are now enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea in a Georgian-style study in the fog-shrouded West District, savoring the unique characteristics of their kingdom.

The firewood crackled in the fireplace, the air was filled with the rich aroma of Darjeeling tea, and the warm, milky scent of freshly baked scones.

The kingdom's prime minister had a blush of pleasure on his face.

The Prime Minister must feel incredibly pleased to see others suffer such huge losses.

After carefully reviewing the report once more, the Prime Minister of the Two Lions put down his bone china teacup, an uncontrollable upward curve to his lips. "What a pity!"

"By the way, will this affect us?"

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, almost none. Those poor skeletons can't travel that far."

"Their journey from that dilapidated temple to here is roughly equivalent to penguins swimming from the South Pole to the North Pole!"

"Besides, there's that big guy across the strait!"

The Prime Minister swayed and sighed with satisfaction.

The officials nearby also chuckled softly in agreement.

Of course, even if the country across the sea can't hold out, it probably won't matter, as the great Royal Navy still has more than a hundred generals!

The lords of the kingdom need to consider a new offshore balancing strategy—the offshore balancing of humans and the undead is a new challenge!

Another equally optimistic nation is the Ganges Lotus Federation, the most powerful civilization in the Blue Star consciousness stream, a nation of interdependent father and son, loyal stewards, close partners, and special allies of the Twin Lions United Kingdom.

They possess incredibly powerful spiritual strength.

Faced with the threat of the dead, their chosen method was—to worship the gods!
Hundreds of thousands of believers gathered before the towering temple, kneeling on the ground, chanting ancient scriptures, and calling upon their omnipotent and great god.

In official media, experts wearing thick-rimmed glasses and with bright red dots on their foreheads are speaking eloquently:

"The Calamity of the Dead? That's the result of self-degradation and losing divine protection."

"Our civilization has a history of tens of thousands of years. If those evil spirits dare to come, divine punishment will be sent down to completely purify them."

A master, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, preached to his followers in a hypnotic tone: "This is the God's cleansing of the world. Those heretics who do not worship God will soon fall into the hell of the dead."

"Our great Federation will become outstanding leaders after this catastrophe! Leading Blue Star to a world belonging to the Divine River."

In addition to these forms of emotional support, there is also tangible material protection.

For example, a popular "divine amulet" made from cow dung has seen its price skyrocket while still being in short supply.

Some temples have even launched "military-exclusive enhanced versions," which are said to increase the wearer's combat power by 300%.

Of course, there's also the Federation's strongest cultural industry.

The newly released blockbuster "Shiva's Wrath: The Dead End" features a grand scene where Federation warriors fly through the air, wield golden light, and use exaggerated dance moves to defeat the undead army, ultimately saving the world.

The power of the spiritual world is truly immense. While the undead are a disaster for the Blue Star world, for the Lotus Land, they are more like a grand celebration.

Of course, in the overall longitudinal comparison, the most composed one was Dongxia.

The command center of the Ziyun Mountain base was as peaceful and serene as ever.

On the huge, curved main screen, a real-time updated global map of undead activity was displayed. Black marked dead zones where neither humans nor beasts remained, red marked areas of high undead activity, blue marked interlocking defensive lines, yellow marked relatively safe zones, and the area around Dongxia was a clear green.

It was the same vibrant green as the canopy leaves of the sprout, which made people feel particularly at ease.

After a brief analysis of the source of the problem, the conversation shifted back to praising [Sprout].

"Judging from the current situation, the undead's fear of [Sprout] has only increased, and they haven't even attempted to invade." "I think besides fear, they might also be holding back, accumulating strength before seeking a final battle?"

"I completely agree with you! You know what, these mindless undead are actually quite clever!"

"The Sprout is still the most amazing!"

"Yes, yes, if there's no [Budding], not to mention the economic losses, how many of our fine young men will be in danger!"

"【Budding】 has protected this pure land. Speaking of which, hasn't it been a long time since we've turned on the air conditioning here at Ziyun Mountain?"

"Air conditioning? What level of air conditioning can compare to the power of the heavens and earth to regulate temperature?"

"If you ask me, Cihang's vision and courage are truly remarkable!" A senior expert suddenly exclaimed with deep emotion. "Back then, they overcame all opposition and mobilized the entire nation to support the wanderers. Now it seems that this one seedling has directly laid the foundation for their destiny for the next few hundred years!"

"A century's worth of good fortune has diminished!"

The topic sparked a heated discussion, with everyone contributing their own opinions and praising the topic.

Let's praise the sprout, praise the wanderer, and praise the wise decision made back then.

The smiles on the lips of the several bigwigs from Cihang, who were sitting in the center of the circular conference table, never faded.

Old people can't resist hearing praise for their own children. [Youzi] is like their own son, and [Mengya] is like their own grandson. Hearing such praise for their younger generation, even the most reserved old man can't suppress the pride and joy that comes from the bottom of his heart.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, one of the advisors from [Cihang] finally couldn't resist raising his hand to ask a question.

The question raised is whether or not to go out into the world.

The executive commander, Gu Liyang, firmly rejected the proposal.

There has always been a clear divergence of opinion on whether or not to "go global." One side advocates for active involvement in external affairs and, when necessary, exporting order abroad. The other side advocates for a wait-and-see approach, urging against easily venturing into the quagmire of the outside world.

Gu Liyang's opinion was: "Before reaching the next established warning line, I firmly believe that we should not take any action against the outside world. Of course, in the spirit of humanitarianism, we can provide appropriate support if necessary materials are needed."

The so-called next warning line is three different levels of interference points that Dongxia delineated based on data provided by the Starry World before the Ghost Temple evolved to a new stage.

As long as the interference alarm has not been triggered, at this stage, the undead will continue to attack everywhere, while Dongxia will hold its defensive line.

With clear division of labor, everyone gets what they deserve.

Just as the discussion was about to end, a timid voice broke the silence.

"Mr. Lin has arrived!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

With the widespread spread of the undead, many parts of Earth are on the verge of collapse.

For regions with insufficient administrative capacity, the Scourge of the Dead is an utter disaster.

As soon as the undead landed, the administrators of those small places and forces on Earth scattered in all directions, taking their families and valuables with them, heading straight for the better world.

Only those who didn't have time to leave, had no way to leave, or didn't want to leave yet, were left struggling to get by amidst mutual insults.

Mr. Lin's hometown was like that; a meeting lasted for more than six hours, and the final resolution was to advise everyone to keep their doors and windows closed and avoid going out.

Excellent suggestion.

Of course, even if the doors and windows are closed tightly, it won't solve the problem of the dead; we still have to ask for help.

Under these circumstances, Lao Lin chose to fly directly to Ziyun.

Faced with Gu Liyang's greetings and pleasantries, the old man, seemingly bursting with strength from nowhere, pushed aside his attendant and knelt down deeply: "Please allow me to finish what I have to say!"

As for the specific content of the communication, it cannot be disclosed due to confidentiality reasons.

All that is known is that afterwards, Gu Liyang hung a line from a poem by an ancient sage, which was mentioned by Old Lin, on his desk.

The prime minister has the power to cede territory, but a lone minister is powerless to reverse the situation!
(End of this chapter)