The progress had jumped by 10 points.

As expected, the stronger the faction, the more potent the energy provided.

With a quarter of the progress now complete, the path to establishing an empire grew ever closer.

Just then, Chun Fong emerged from the bath, wrapped in a towel, his clothes were all washed, leaving him nothing to wear.

Bayou watched curiously from the doorway as Chonfong, instead of heading toward the palace, stroed outside with his damp garments.

Roar! A dragon-es breath of fire surged into the sky from the city.

Chinfo was using the undead dragon flames to dry his clothes, but you could only give him a thumbs up in silent admiration.

Shortly after, Chunua also stepped out, far more prepared than her brother, with spare clothes to change into.

"Boss, can your weapon be upgraded, too?" Chunu settled beside Bayou, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Why, do you ask?" Upon Cho's inquiry, Bayou suddenly recalled that she had yet to examine the size details, which must have undoubtedly ascended to the status of a royal weapon.

The scythe felt significantly sharper, capable of cleaving even the weapon of the orc king with a single strike as if it were slicing through butter.

The astonishing scene of Bayou effortlessly bisecting the Orc king was so striking that it was hard for Chunua to ignore.

Even the scythe previously enchanted with black flames did not exhibit such exaggerated prowess.

It was the first time Chinua had witnessed Bayou severing an opponent's weapon in such a manner.

Bayou retrieved the scythe and placed it on the table, the weapon towering over her.

At first glance, it appeared unchanged from before, though one might argue that its hue had deepened to an even darker shade.

Chapter 351.

A stealthy bath by you clicked on the system panel to check her messages.

Companionship weapon, judgment scythe, quality, imperial level weapon, capable of growth, soul condensation, 30.

Active skills, all magic master by the wielder.

Passive skill one, attacks inflict soul damage and withering effects.

The slain will transform into undead.

Passive skill two, the weapon can be magically enchanted without the need for incantations or the formation of magical arrays.

Passive skill three, the range and damage of the bell soul strike are increased.

Passive skill four, the weapon possesses the ability to sever all based on current level and below.

Sever all by you precisely focused on the last hint.

all could refer to weapons, equipment, or even energy entities.

However, it cannot exceed imperial level.

This statement is almost nonsensical.

Can a wielder of weapons above imperial level truly be considered imperial? If one cannot even contend, what use is it to sever the opponent's weapon? No wonder her sighthe had become so sharp.

Yet, the meaning of soul condensation 30 eluded by you.

Could it be related to the spirit of the weapon? Upon reading the description of Bayou's weapon, Chunwa was left utterly bewildered.

The functions were exceedingly numerous.

Nevertheless, it was indeed an upgrade, an imperial level weapon.

I suddenly wish to possess a weapon as well.

Chonu remarked enviously.

Just use your hands.

Chunfong interjected as he entered through the palace doors, retorting at Chinua.

It wasn't that they could not wield weapons.

Rather, as elemental lords, their need for weaponry was not particularly substantial.

What do you know? Shinwa shot back defiantly.

By you, having retracted her scythe, understood that the enhancements from the weapon were crucial to her.

Without it, she would merely be a mage.

Remember to inquire with the orcs about their surroundings to see if there are any races or kingdoms nearby.

But you advise the two, adding that the dwarven kingdom should not be overlooked either.

Generally speaking, a kingdom or empire is often surrounded by weaker races, serving as a buffer against other powerful forces.

Thus far, Bayou had yet to witness two major powers in close proximity without conflict.

Eventually, one side's annihilation was inevitable.

Understood.

The siblings recognized the immense advantages of conquering these races.

The Orc Empire, such a formidable force, had been eradicated.

The little races around it posed no threat whatsoever.

Bayou also instructed the undead that only orcs were to conduct the investigations around the Orc Empire, ensuring those tasked with the inquiry signed a contract to prevent leaks.

Bayou's concern lay with the temple.

Should they turn their attention back to the Orc Empire and discover the undead, it would spell disaster.

Encountering orcs was commonplace.

As long as they pressured the orcs, the contract would automatically trigger, erasing their souls and leaving the temple knights with no leads.

Now that Bayou had mastered mental magic.

Such contracts were trivial matters.

In due course, she could have the alchemist develop a solution.

All right.

Chinfo and Chua nodded in agreement.

The most pressing concern lay with the Orc Empire, while the Goblin Kingdom also warranted heightened vigilance.

Both locations had previously been in contact with the paladins.

By you mentioned this, though the siblings were already aware and required no further reminders.

As for the dwarven kingdom, it had not seen any paladin presence, likely due to the fragmentation of the seven great clans.

The Holy Order had little desire to engage in such a chaotic situation, especially when there was no royal lineage at stake.

Thus, the dwarves remained relatively safe with the only point of concern being the great wilderness mountains, where there was a possibility of encountering members of the Justice League.

Additionally, the northern savage plains of the twinfaced mountain required caution.

As long as intelligence regarding the Minotaur tribe was meticulously gathered, which was quite distant from the Halffor Empire by US next objective would be their annihilation.

After exchanging a few more words with her siblings, the meeting concluded and the evening had grown late.

The three having toiled throughout the day planned to dine and retire early.

What you ask why Bayou is fatigued? Of course, everyone gets tired.

Those who have experienced it firsthand understand.

The dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, revealing twinkling stars and a colossal, eerie red moon.

Darkness cloaked the land while the crimson moonlight cast a faint glow over the shadowy terrain adding an element of the uncanny.

What a magnificent moon.

It was indeed a full moon tonight.

Chun stood at the palace entrance gazing upward at the red moon.

Bayou recalled the first full moon when her castle was graced by a pack of level five ordinary howling moon silver wolves capable of transforming into weirwolves under the full moon.

a formidable challenge for her at that time.

Time had passed and the howling moon silverilver wolf tribe had perished.

The once humble castle had transformed into a grand city, and she had ascended from a mere ordinary Kurami to a royal powerhouse.

Even now, within her necroantic legions, remnants of the bone beast weirwolves she had once summoned lingered.

"Enough of the stargazing.

It's time for dinner," Bayou called out, turning toward the dining hall.

Her siblings promptly followed suit.

entering the dining area and indulging heartily.

In contrast, Bayou maintained a more graceful demeanor while dining, for she had no necessity to eat.

Her meals served a dual purpose, to savor the flavors and to remind herself of her humanity.

After they were passed, the siblings returned to their respective subordinate palaces.

Bayou, after stretching languidly, ascended the stairs.

Meanwhile, the dark elves downstairs busy themselves with clearing the table wear.

Upon entering her chamber, Bayou let her garments fall to the floor, intending to enjoy a restful slumber, but suddenly recalled that she had not taken a proper bath that day.

They say that soaking in a bath alleviates fatigue.

She glanced down her long, smooth legs and pondered why she should not use the bathing facilities available in her palace.

Dressing seemed too cumbersome.

Who needed a walk when one was of royal stature? In a flash, a white figure vanished from her room, reappearing at the entrance of the women's bathing area.

Bayou entered barefoot without even dawning her shoes.

The bathroom, much like her wardrobe, is equipped with an automatic cleaning feature, ensuring that the water in the bathtub is replenished daily without the need for manual replacement, which is quite convenient.