Salin had seen Ainphent summon zombies. The bronze zombies were strong, and they were no weaker than swordsmen. Could this golden zombie be a zombie king?
Logically, this should be given to the Winged Skeleton, but Salin had prepared Judy's Fire of the Soul for it. If it swallowed the Fire of the Soul, the Winged Skeleton would be able to evolve and reach the level of a level-nine undead.
The Winged Skeleton had enough room to evolve. A golden zombie wouldn't be of much use to it. What about Neris? Swallowing this golden zombie might give him a sixth ability. The problem was that Neris's fifth ability would definitely be related to the undead. If it was a duplicate ability, Salin would have nowhere to cry.
Use it for himself? He wasn't as good as Rex at making puppets. This golden zombie was made of excellent materials. It was hard to come by. What if it was ruined?
"Salin, give it to me," Shika suddenly said.
"Eh? You're a Caucasian priest. What do you want it for? " Salin found it strange. The Caucasians worshipped nature. Having a zombie by their side, and a priest at that, was out of place.
"An earth priest can control more than three battle souls. I only have one now."
"You said she's already dead. How can a completely dead person have a battle soul?"
"You don't understand, and I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, I have a use for this zombie." A rare look of desire appeared in Shika's eyes. Salin could only nod. "As long as it's not dangerous."
"Of course it's not dangerous, unless this zombie is stronger than all the priests of the Caucasian people," Shika said confidently. For a skeleton that had lost its soul, as long as there was a trace of battle soul left, Shika could cultivate it very quickly. Shika wanted this zombie for no other reason than that it was sturdy enough to practice with her.
Shika's stick was too sharp. No Caucasian warrior could practice with her. Shika estimated that the skeleton of this golden zombie was even sturdier than the bones she got from Rafael's magic tower.
"Do you want me to change her armor? If the Vatican sees her like this, they'll go crazy, "Salin reminded Shika.
"There's no need. The armor has already fused with the zombies. I don't care what the Church thinks. If it weren't for them, the Caucasian people would still be living well in their homeland. Look, there are at least a hundred thousand of them that have come to your place."
Salin nodded. Whatever Shika wanted, he would definitely give it to him. However, he could not find anything suitable for Nelis. He felt a little guilty. He had said that he would give her a portion, but from the looks of it now, most of it was going to benefit the Winged Skeleton.
The Thunder Dragon's body was completely cut up. Sarin had experience, so he completely cut off the skin and tendons. The tendons of this thunder dragon were not ordinary. There were three-dimensional magic patterns inside. If it was used to make a bowstring, in Nelis's hands, it should be able to release a bit of lightning power.
This power did not need to be too strong, as long as it had the effect of breaking through magic. If he gave Nelis such a bow, she would be a magician killer in the future.
After dissecting the Thunder Dragon's corpse, apart from the skin and tendons, Salin fed the rest to his little Thunder Dragon.
After doing all this, Salin did not leave. Instead, he trained in the underground warehouse. He had lost all the flesh and blood in his left hand, leaving only a set of bones. The Water Puppet's all-out attack had killed Banchagana, but it had almost collapsed. If the Water Puppet had completely collapsed, Salin would have had to refine it again. However, without Joey's skills, the Water Puppet he made might not be as magical.
Most importantly, after that attack, Salin's badge could not be used in battle for the time being. The badge was indeed powerful, but every time it was used, it would need to store energy for half a year to a year. This time, after the Thunder Dragon's attack, the badge seemed to have expanded a little more. It was even more difficult to feed it than before.
The badge was empty. Salin had lost all his strongest skills. He needed someone to protect him at all times, so he simply trained in the most secret place in the city.
While Salin was training, Daniel was extremely busy.
Guya and the others wanted to see Salin, but Daniel could only refuse. Salin was injured and had to rest. Fortunately, Nania came to help. Her magic might not be strong enough, but her ability to deal with things was better than Daniel's.
The two of them took turns to deal with the compensation for the injured. The mercenaries who participated in the battle and the 16 nobles had to be rewarded. There were still many corpses outside the city. If they were not dealt with, it would cause a plague.
Ainphent didn't even need to think to figure this out. Salin had told him that these people wouldn't be able to live for more than a year. This kind of life-consuming divine art would have a strong negative effect when pushed to the extreme. If the corpses were not burned, each of them would be extremely poisonous.
After dealing with the corpses, they still had to clean up the battlefield outside the city. They had won this battle, so they had to retrieve the magic stone bombs outside the city. Letting a Magician refine them would save more than half of the money compared to making new ones. Not to mention the tens of thousands of alchemy arrows outside the city. The arrowheads of those alchemy arrows were made of red krill spears.
There were plenty of them in the Frozen Sea, but Salin could not afford to use them as one-time consumables. He still had many battles in the future, so he could not be extravagant.
After the battle, all the alchemy crossbows and magic catapults had to be repaired. The equipment of the soldiers was also badly damaged. Salin's soldiers could fight against the high-spirited expeditionary army with only one to three casualties, mostly because of this equipment.
Salin's six battalions were all equipped with refined armor. Although only the officers had real magic armor, the armor plates of the ordinary soldiers were also made by Magicians.
This kind of armor was extremely sturdy. It did not have high magic defense, but it had high physical defense. The most important thing was its piercing ability. The magically processed armor actually had at least three layers. Arrows could not penetrate it at all, and it was also very effective against hard crossbows.
When two armies faced each other, what was the most lethal weapon? It was not a huge battle axe, but a spear or a triangular sword.
One of these two weapons was long and the other short, and both had extremely strong piercing effects. No matter how thick the armor was, it would be in danger of being pierced through by these two weapons.
Many soldiers who participated in the battle were in danger of being crippled. Daniel forced the Magicians to treat each of these wounded soldiers. Magic was not like divine spells that could bring the dead back to life, but it could still repair limb damage. Salin had prepared a large number of magic potions before the battle, and they came in handy now.
Other than Salin's six battalions, there were also the private soldiers of the nobles, Caucasians, barbarians, mercenaries, and finally the East Sea slaves. There had been a little over ten thousand slaves, but after the battle, there were only three thousand left. The slaves had the most casualties, because they were the worst equipped.
These three thousand slaves had been fighting on the city walls to the end, and each of them had killed at least one enemy. Three hundred of them had killed more than three enemies. If not for these slaves, more of Salin's soldiers would have died.
Those who killed more than three enemies had to be given freedom, and could join the army of Metatlin City. These three hundred people could kill more than three of the expeditionary army of the Church wearing ordinary armor, so they were quite strong. So Daniel assigned these people to the army, and the one who killed the most enemies even became a captain.
A captain could lead two hundred people, and his monthly salary was five gold coins, and all the expenses of the army were paid by Salin. In a year, he could save sixty gold coins without any battles. This was pure profit, and if there were battles, he could even get rewards.
The battles on the city walls were all recorded by magic, and no one could fake it. The more courageous among the mercenaries were also absorbed into the regular army.
After all this, Salin had spent almost all of his hard-earned wealth. Luckily, there was a large amount of food reserves in the city, and there were many livestock on the islands in the sea.
As for the lack of gold coins, Daniel had a way to sell the Magic Cores that were stored for battle, and the broken armor and equipment left behind by the enemies could be melted down and reforged. This was also a sum of money. The Church had left more than eighty thousand corpses, and each corpse had at least three weapons on them. That was more than two hundred thousand weapons.
Hundreds of low-level Spellcasters and apprentices calculated for three days before the result of the battle was calculated. The spoils of war that Salin had collected in this battle were sold for more than a million gold coins. And Salin had spent more than five million gold coins for this.
In a siege that lasted less than two days, Salin had lost more than four million gold coins. The cruelty of war was not only the deaths, but also the meaningless consumption of resources.
This loss of more than four million gold coins did not even include the magic scrolls that Salin had used himself. If this was taken into account, everyone's heart would palpitate with fear.
But Salin had obtained the corpse of a level-ten Thunder Dragon, and some equipment and materials from the Body of the Three Sovereigns. To Salin, it was not a loss. Just a Spirit Pond made of green mud stone was enough to make Salin go crazy. But the gains from the Body of the Three Sovereigns were just an accident. Salin had his own score. In future battles, he could not fight like this.
If the attacking side could not win, the losses would be incomparably huge. Salin could not always fight in Metatlin City. His army had to go out and fight tens of thousands of miles away. At that time, if he did not have the strongest army and the best equipment, the losses would not be comparable to what he had now.
Because of this, Salin was even more determined to build an army of demons. An army of demons did not need compensation.
After Salin recovered a little, he came out to meet the sixteen nobles he had rewarded, and then returned underground to prepare for three months of uninterrupted training. In three months, his left hand could at least recover a little.
The training of magic required the coordination of hand gestures. Salin only had one hand now, so he could not learn new magic. For Salin, who had only reached level-six not too long ago, this was a troublesome problem.
Training new magic, hand gestures, and incantations could not be simplified.
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