Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1737

The corpse kept staring at Joseph for a long time, and Joseph felt his skin crawl.

A few minutes later, the corpse said, “Do you know a man named Aksel? From the Ministry of Celestial Affairs?”

Joseph quickly answered, “He's the previous inspector and my father-in-law.”

I see. The corpse nodded pensively. “I thought you looked familiar. I've been to your house before.”

Joseph looked at him suspiciously. He came to my place before? But I've never seen this guy.

Even if Joseph did, he couldn't recognize the guy with how rotten his face was. And it'd be rude for him to ask who the corpse was, so he kept his silence.

The corpse looked at the seventeen graves behind him and lamented, “It's been a long slumber, old friends. Now it's time for you to awaken. Go.”

The corpse waved his arm and released a huge wave of spiritual energy. It crashed against the stones and drugs, heading toward the gravestones.

In the end, they swirled around the gravestones, and the corpses started chanting under his breath. As he chanted, the spiritual energy started seeping into the gravestones.

A mere five minutes later, not a sliver of spiritual energy was to be seen. As a result, the stones and drugs became ordinary rocks and herbs.

Joseph heard more sounds of something breaking, and then he saw all the gravestones breaking apart. A moment later, a group of rotten corpses shuffled out of the graves.

They were even more rotten than Warren's godfather, but thanks to the spiritual energy, they were quickly regenerating.

Just like Warren's godfather, the corpses looked around in confusion after they came out. But when they saw Warren's godfather, all the corpses snapped out of it and kneeled before him. “Your loyal subjects give you their regards, Your Majesty Daemonium. Long live the king, and may his reign go on forever!”

Warren's godfather smiled at the corpses, reminiscing about the past.

“Arise, Demons of Anarchy. We shall tell the world of our return with bloodshed!”

The Demons of Anarchy bellowed, “Yes, Your Majesty!”

What? Joseph trembled in fear, and he felt something squeezing his heart, threatening to stop it. They're the Demons of Anarchy? And that's Daemonium himself?

These guys are infamous! They're evil! They're the nightmare of the whole nation! But they should have been dead! Sh*t! That guy resurrected them, and now these demons walk the earth again! Eurasia is in trouble. Big trouble.

Daemonium and the Demons of Anarchy kept on absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy until not a strand of it was left. Once they were out of energy to absorb, their body stopped regenerating, leaving them in a zombielike state.

Daemonium asked Warren, “Is that all you have?”

Warren quickly answered, “Worry not, Godfather. This man here is the current inspector of the Ministry of Celestial Affairs. He is in charge of Eurasia's treasure. All of them. He can provide us with what we need.”

“Good. Nicely done.” Daemonium nodded. “We don't have much time left, so get us the energy sources we need. We require spiritual energy to regenerate.”

Warren said, “Take us to the Ministry of Celestial Affairs, Joseph.”

Joseph was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If Daemonium and his underlings were to make a full recovery, Eurasia would probably be doomed. He wasn't loyal to the nation, but he didn't want to be a traitor either.

Warren growled, “So you refuse? Fine then. I have no use for you anymore. Are you going to end yourself, or shall I help you?”

Joseph wanted to stand his ground, but in the end, he crumbled under the pressure Warren was giving him.

And so, he led the demons back to the Ministry of Celestial Affairs. He was the top dog around the place, so nobody could object to anything he did.