Louis smiled and nodded at him.
Nuke responded with a nod towards everyone and placed a projection crystal on the table.
Several images appeared in mid-air, each showing different areas of the war on the Giant Plain.
Among them, the most striking were the several hunts between the Giant Troll Suicide Squad and the Tunis Knight Order.
The scene was silent, everyone quietly watching the images.
As they watched the giants and knights charging towards the most dangerous directions, their eyes showed a touch of emotion.
Even Ambelas from the United States of Asamading couldn’t help but nod in admiration:
"This ti, the Giant Demon Tribe indeed carried out a precise and swift strike against evil actions."
Heaven knows, now due to their national stance, not adding insult to injury to the Giant Demon Tribe is already comndable.
It was quite unexpected for Nuke that such an evaluation was given.
Among the hawkish nobles of Tunisia, soone raised a hand to inquire: "Those who stood up and continued fighting, are they the rumored legion?"
Everyone turned their gaze towards Louis.
Louis faced their scrutinizing gazes with a smile and said:
"You can call them the Curse Binding Legion."
"Their ability to stand up again cos from the ’New Book of the Dead’, derived from the power of the Mad King, ford into authority after a long passage of ti."
A marquis from the hawkish faction sighed and turned to look at a neutral faction marquis, saying:
"Marquis Ruse, I heard your youngest secretly participated in this war."
Marquis Ruse’s eyes were vacant; he slightly raised his head at the ntion of his youngest by the hawkish marquis, saying numbly:
"The child is willing to sacrifice for the country, I have no reason to stop him, though it’s inevitably saddening."
Louis looked towards Pri Minister Duke.
Pri Minister Duke nodded slightly towards him, and Louis understood that the youngest son of this neutral faction marquis had indeed joined the Tunis Knight Order.
He paid respects solemnly: "So you’re the father of a warrior."
Marquis Ruse quietly looked at him and said: "I’ve heard from the Pri Minister that your Curse Binding Legion played a crucial role on this battlefield."
"I dare not take credit; sotis I wonder if I’m a thief who stole the victory of these warriors."
Marquis Ruse shook his head and said: "It’s their wish, even if they are no longer like humans, they still want to execute Tunisia’s plan. They are a group of brave children."
"I just want to ask you a question, was my youngest brave on the battlefield?"
Louis was silent for a mont and said in a low voice: "Whether giant or knight, no one flinched; they are undoubtedly warriors."
"That’s good, that’s good... He always said he wanted to be an excellent knight, now that he’s dead, he finally got his wish."
Louis pondered for a mont and said to Marquis Ruse: "Can you wait for a mont?"
Marquis Ruse looked at him curiously, not knowing what Mr. Mayer intended to do.
Seeing Marquis Ruse’s puzzled expression, Louis initially didn’t understand the situation, but after being reminded by the little swan, he suddenly realized.
"You don’t think the technique to revive the dead I discussed with Pri Minister Duke is fake, do you?"
The crowd was in an uproar when Louis so straightforwardly addressed the most pressing doubt among those present.
Louis was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He had long known from his first wife that Tunisia and the Giant Demon Tribe would support him this ti, so he naturally assud that Tunisia’s internal factions believed his statent.
However, Marquis Ruse’s actual actions showed that he did not believe his son revived in the form of the Curse Binding Legion was still his son.
The reason he didn’t show any opposing attitude was rely due to Tunisia’s national interests, standing on Louis’s side.
Louis snapped his fingers.
The shadow beneath him spread continuously until it turned into a black curtain seemingly ready to swallow the eting room.
Within the darkness, countless ink stains squird, and after a mont, a knight clad in armor slowly erged from the shadow.
He removed the shadowy armor, revealing a face where light gray and scarlet intermingled.
Upon seeing that sowhat gaunt face, Marquis Ruse, whose expression had hardly changed, showed an extrely noticeable emotional fluctuation.
"Ah, ah~"
The chair under him was overturned at so point, and he trembled as he walked towards the knight.
The knight didn’t wait for him to approach but stepped forward quickly to support Marquis Ruse.
"I’m sorry, Father."
The knight’s voice was a bit low.
Marquis Ruse’s sowhat aged hand gently stroked his sowhat cold face, with magic energy spreading from his touch.
Only then did the crowd realize that Marquis Ruse was actually a mage with power reaching the pinnacle of exemplar level.
He carefully confird the situation of the familiar prodigal in front of him using his own thods.
The body constructed by the power of shadows, entangled and neutralized by the power of endless curses, was ultimately endowed with a specially undead soul.
Although the original human body was long gone, the familiar soul was undoubtedly his youngest child.
"Ah~ah~"
Marquis Ruse wept tears of joy: "It’s true, it’s the youngest."
"Father, it’s ."
The knight’s voice was very light: "I’ve returned."
"As long as you’re back, that’s good."
The crowd watched this scene in astonishnt.
In fact, when Louis summoned a mber of the Curse Binding Legion, everyone didn’t hold back, employing all kinds of detection ans on the Curse Binding Legion mber.
Soone outright praised: "The Mad King’s incredibly absurd idea back in the day can actually succeed. Truly worthy of being the new millennium’s number one necromancer."
Another had a trace of dread in their eyes: "Isn’t this power to turn the dead into undead shadow beings a bit too extre?"
Soone scoffed: "You find it extre only because you haven’t mastered this power."
One person didn’t speak, but their eyes showed a clear, greedy desire that Louis clearly felt.
Thousands of faces and expressions played out in this not-so-large conference hall.
Pri Minister Duke quietly watched this scene and suddenly spoke: "Mr. Mayer, release our Tunis Knight Order so I can communicate with them."
Louis pretended to gesture to the magical avatars of himself and the little swan, and after receiving affirmation, he smiled and said:
"Of course, after all, I agreed on this with the Knight Commander."
In the next mont, dense footsteps echoed from within the darkness.
Knights clad in Tunisian armor erged from it one by one.
The eting room beca increasingly crowded, eventually having to call so outside because the indoor space couldn’t accommodate so many knights.
Pri Minister Duke looked at these knights solemnly.
This group of young people, once the pride of Tunisia, had now all turned into sothing scarcely better than corpses in the form of the Curse Binding Legion, which saddened him greatly.
The only solace might be that, unlike those undead who only knew how to attack all living things in the Night of the Living Dead, they still retained clean souls and pure mories, allowing Duke to console himself that they weren’t really dead.
He waved his hand to the knights looking at him and said:
"Brave ones who gave everything for Tunisia, waking you today is to seek your opinions."
"Choose to continue fighting alongside Mr. Mayer as wrath spirits."
"Or seek solace for your souls, peacefully embracing death."
Louis didn’t speak, just quietly watched the scene.
No one knew better than him how strong the Curse Binding Legion was, but he didn’t want to use such almost cruel ans on intelligent beings.
After all, once transford into mbers of the Curse Binding Legion, they would no longer have a chance to break free from their bonds and could only choose to destroy their undead souls through special ans.
Back on the battlefield, he had agreed with the Knight Commander that if any knights wished to boldly face death, Louis would willingly lift the Curse Binding Legion’s bonds, allowing them to die peacefully.
Even now, the reason for involving the Empire was due to concerns that Tunisia and the Giant Demon Tribe would, without regard for the Curse Binding Legion mbers’ wishes, force Louis to dissolve the entire legion.
The attention of various demigods focused on Louis.
If Louis even slightly threatened any Curse Binding Legion mbers, they would likely intervene to stop him.
However, the choice made by the wrath spirits next shocked them.
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