Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

With the guidance of the dead soul elder, Roy and Theresa made many detours along the way and finally entered the core of the furnace that few people had entered since it was built.

In the dim space inside the furnace, sharp Originium crystal clusters grew sporadically on the huge platform built of iron nets and steel beams.

The center of the platform is where the dead souls burn.

Roy could feel the violent energy in it. It was firmly bound by a powerful witchcraft array and guided to various urban areas through pipes.

The air was very hot and the furnace was still spewing out large amounts of flames and black smoke.

Not long after coming in, Roy felt his lips were a little dry.

The dead souls that were originally burning quietly became restless in an instant after sensing the breath of the elder.

The howling of dead souls echoed throughout the space.

"It's the Demon King of Tikaz..."

"What is he doing here..."

"The elder and the little girl are following behind. They are here to find help..."

"Useless...useless, wait, wait!"

......

Roy was about to go up to the platform to check the situation, but Theresa grabbed his hand and gently reminded him, "If the ancestors get angry, be careful or they'll spray ashes all over your face."

"Don't worry, if they dare, I will pull them out and throw them into the pack animal dung pit to take a bath." Roy said loudly to the platform, and the restless dead souls instantly calmed down a lot.

The flames were blazing beneath the platform, and Roy saw many items in it that did not belong in a furnace.

There are huge stone tablets, burnt black bones, twisted swords, metal fragments...

They were licked by the raging fire, blackened by the thick smoke, and finally buried under thick ash.

Roy lowered his eyes slightly, stood on the edge and slowly squatted down, the flames illuminated the dark crown.

"Demon Lord of Tikaz, what are you going to do?" The hoarse voice of the dead soul came from the black smoke.

“Dead souls, I know you have complaints about the elders’ actions and are angry about what happened to the Sarkaz. But it is because of you that the city of Kazdel can become the last home of the Sarkaz.”

"Now that the younger generation of Sarkaz has grown up, your contributions to the Sarkaz should be seen by them. So, are you interested in participating in the Requiem?"

"Let the children who have received your kindness get to know the dead soul ancestors in the furnace."

"After that, those of you who want to leave can leave, and those who want to stay and help can stay and help. If you want to fight, let the elders fight with you, and don't fight in the city."

......

Under Roy's persuasion, some dead souls decided to leave this furnace where they had stayed for a hundred years.

The remaining radical and stubborn dead souls continued to yell in Roy's ears.

"Leave...coward..."

"Burn...burn, burn it all..."

Roy simply ignored the roars of these dead souls, covered his right hand with black arm armor, and stretched it into the burning flames.

He didn't know which fragments were willing to leave, but he would just catch those that didn't resist and take them all away.

As for whether there were any sneakers in, Roy didn't care.

After all, we have to leave some way out for those ancestors who couldn't save face.

Roy decided to personally look after these dead souls that left the furnace and take them to see the changes in Kazdel and New Kazdel.

I heard from Theresa that the lich clan will return to Kazdel in the next few days. Then I will ask them to help our ancestors design a new home and officially start their vacation life.

The hot fragments in his hands began to cool down, and the dead souls inside also calmed down. Now it looked like an ordinary pile of rubbish.

Roy and Theresa left the furnace with the pile of rubbish in their hands, leaving the elder and the remaining dead souls to continue their verbal battle.

Hopefully they can finally reach an agreement.

......

The lich clan returned to Kazdel as scheduled, and their unique means of transportation caught Roy's attention.

Not only does it have legs and can walk on flat ground, but it can also hold things that far exceed the size of the vehicle itself.

Roy saw with his own eyes the lich took out a house from a vehicle that looked like a car.

"Is this the Lich's special RV? It seems that it wouldn't be difficult to realize a Lich version of the train..."

At this time, Fremont, who was exhausted from the journey, tapped his waist with his hand and slowly got off the vehicle. He happened to run into Roy who was looking up and down at the lich's strange creation.

Coincidentally, the irretrievable crown on Roy's head was blocked by the cargo and Frémont could not see it.

"Hey, you young brat over there! Don't touch the lich's things. They are my treasures." Fremont saw Roy about to reach out to touch the precious spell components he brought back from Tanya.

The old lich rushed forward and grabbed Roy's wrist with his skinny fingers.

Roy was about to say something when the old dead soul ancestor he brought with him today spoke first.

"You young lich boy, you are so rude... so impudent... and you are blaspheming the Demon King."

The breath from the dead souls stunned Flemont. As Roy turned his head, the obscured crown appeared in front of the old lich.

The old lich is worthy of being an old lich, he is used to big scenes.

Faced with the demon king who carried dead souls with him, Fremont coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment and quickly restored his gentlemanly demeanor.

Ermengarde, who was helping to pack up not far away, noticed that the teacher did not recognize Roy's identity and made a fool of himself on the spot. He quickly pulled down the brim of his hat and laughed secretly.

"You are the Prince Roy that Princess Theresa mentioned. Please forgive me for any offense I have just caused."

"I'm Roy. Nice to meet you, Lich Fremont. You are indeed as Theresa said, a graceful old lich."

"Hahaha...you're too kind."

In fact, Theresa never said that to Fremont. This was just a tactic Roy used to quickly get closer to him.

After all, we still need to rely on the old lich to help design the lich train, so it is necessary to establish a good relationship with him.

Seeing that Roy was interested in the lich's technology, Fremont proudly introduced the application of various spells in transportation vehicles. It can be seen that he has great confidence in the lich's technology.

The two walked and talked, and somehow they talked about New Kazdel.

Fremont was very curious about how Roy and his team were able to transport such a huge city from the border of Kazdel back to the hinterland where Kazdel City was located in such a short period of time.

Because if they drove back normally, the Lich would definitely get back here before this city.

Roy smiled faintly, picked up an exquisite teapot from the lich transport vehicle, and threw it up gently.

Under Fremont's puzzled gaze, the teapot just floated in the air.

"It was like this. It took me a while to move the whole city back."

"Your magic is really powerful." Fremont couldn't think of a more appropriate adjective to describe Roy's behavior.

I had no choice but to say the first words that popped into my mind to express the shock I felt.

There were no concentrated and continuous empty houses in Kazdel City for the newly returned liches to live in. Roy suggested that the liches first settle down in New Kazdel, where there were many empty houses.

Roy even thoughtfully provided a moving service, helping the Lich move the entire transport fleet along with the newly moved supplies.

They were all lifted up using anti-gravity magic and placed in an undeveloped area of New Kazdale City, where they were allowed to make their own homes.