Gaven merely occupied the Giant Bone Domain and Dragon Bone Territory, without stripping the Giant Bone King and Skeleton Dragon King of their rights here.

It’s just like the relationship between a king and local lords.

The king is the owner of all territories, but the actual managers are still those local lords.

The power of these local lords is naturally connected to their territories.

To be fair, Gaven infused eighty points of divine nature force into each of these territories.

This will be their starting divine nature force; to gain more in the future, they must strive for it themselves.

Otherwise, it will be bestowed upon new advanced undead lords.

Even the undead need a bit of motivation to strive.

As expected, once these words were spoken.

Whether it was the Giant Bone King or the Skeleton Dragon King, they both became full of fighting spirit.

The Giant Bone King patted his chest and assured, "Rest assured, my god, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations; I will surely produce more and better skeleton cannons and win this competition."

"I will be the winner of this competition; dragon bones naturally possess stronger magic power and more multielement traits than you giants, and skeleton cannons made of dragon bones will surely be endowed with more multielement features," the Skeleton Dragon King retorted unwillingly.

For both of them, the rewards are tempting, but not as important as outdoing the other.

"Then I’ll be waiting for your good news." Gaven nodded with satisfaction.

This kind of mutual hostility and competition between subordinates is not necessarily a bad thing for a superior.

He can fully utilize this relationship to achieve his desired outcomes.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to the Giant Skull Castle first." The Giant Bone King urgently bade farewell.

Because he knew what the other said was true.

In this aspect, the giant skeletons fall short compared to dragon bones.

However, he possesses an advantage the Skeleton Dragon King doesn’t have; his bone manipulation ability will be further amplified at the Giant Skull Castle to reach the intermediate divine level.

Whether it’s in manipulation strength or micro-manipulation, it will be greatly enhanced.

Since there’s no way to surpass the opponent in raw materials, then he will win in craftsmanship and output.

"Go ahead, carry out your plans!" Gaven waved his hand, indicating the end of this meeting, as he also needed to start his own work.

Continuing to transform the two territories while paving the way towards the Corpses Domain, preparing for the upcoming war.

In fact, Shadow Commander Dmitry’s analysis was not comprehensive enough.

The Ghoul King is only one of the most direct external threats.

There are still two pairs of eyes, which may turn their gaze here at any time — the Undead Monarch Okas and the Jackalweres King Yenogu.

Any one of them intervening could trigger earth-shattering changes in the situation here.

...

One thousand kilometers east of the Plains of Bone.

This place is equally pale, but the pale light emitted here is not from numerous skeletons.

It’s emitted from clusters of emaciated pale creatures, which have humanoid bodies stripped of any hair, with dry flesh tightly clinging to their bones, looking like skeletons from afar.

They hunch like animals, with hands on the ground, their eyes glinting with endless hunger, diligently seeking prey.

But to no avail, for besides these pale creatures, no other living creature is visible here.

Because those who dared to appear here, whether undead or demons, have already become their food.

They are the infamous epitomes of gluttony — ghouls.

They will devour any organic creature, except their kin.

Here, the only thing they can eat is skeleton remains.

Just like in the Plains of Bone, skeletons occasionally grow out of the ground here too.

Every occurrence inevitably triggers a chaotic scramble among the ghouls.

The surrounding ghouls rush in like mad, fighting ruthlessly.

The weak are slapped down to the ground, and the strong desperately gnaw on the captured bone, devouring it down in less than half a minute in front of them.

It’s evident that there’s more demand than supply, with the growth of skeletons far slower than the ghouls’ consumption rate.

Their shriveled guts seem like small black holes, never being filled, consuming more, only to feel more hunger.

Being stared at by tens of thousands of hungry gazes, even Aldridge, the Corpse King with a heart frozen for centuries, feels unease, but he continues forward resolutely.

The ghouls along the path just gaze at him greedily, without launching an attack, retreating like tides to make way for him, leading directly to a gigantic white castle.

Constructed from countless bones, it is adorned with numerous ghoul heads against a backdrop of chaotic bones.

These are emblems.

Representing the Ghoul God, the Hungry Controller Doreisan.

This is his Court of the Lost Souls.

Guided by countless hungry gazes of ghouls, Aldridge enters a room enveloped in a faint green light, dominated mostly by a white magnificent throne occupying the hall’s vast space, an unsettling structure.

Resembling a giant skull, the hollow eyes seem to have shadows slowly writhing within, while the gaping mouth forms a seat.