Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 135

Chapter 135: The power of the Undead Army
The hobgoblin Shaman watched the three Monarch levels retreating into the distance and breathed a sigh of relief. He completely abandoned any hope of seizing the Godhead, dragging his heavily injured body and leading the hobgoblins away.

Initially, he had only harbored a glimmer of hope. Who would have thought that the snowy mountain not only truly had a Godhead but also caused such a massive commotion?

This attracted the attention of all the Monarch levels, leaving the hobgoblin Shaman utterly hopeless.

The hobgoblin Shaman and his hobgoblins staggered away, while Lucian and the vampires also flew off, following Count Nocturne.

Lucian was curious to see how Alex dared to snatch the Godhead right under the noses of three Monarch levels.

How could she, a mere Commanding level, possibly keep the Godhead?

At this moment, Alex and Ruby were riding Arthur, flying as fast as they could out of the snowy mountain. Alex knew that no matter how fast Arthur flew, he couldn’t outrun the Monarch levels.

Alex kept an eye on their rear and soon saw the human mage leading the other mages in pursuit.

“This big fellow is your subject? So cool!” Ruby was still thrilled by the novelty of riding a bone dragon, something she had never seen before.

“Of course. Be careful, they’re catching up,” Alex said, glancing back with a serious expression.

She had hoped to deceive them for a while, but they had discovered the Godhead immediately after she took it.

Moreover, Alex couldn’t store the Godhead in her space ring; she had to hold it in her hand. If not for her mid-level Frost Magic resistance, she felt her hand would have been frostbitten by the Godhead.

“Alex, I don’t think we can outrun them. They’re not fighting each other; they’re all chasing us!” Ruby looked back and saw not only the human mage but also the vampires and werewolves close behind.

Ruby now understood why Alex hadn’t run earlier. It was all because of the Godhead. Wherever the Godhead was, it was the focal point.

But now, it seemed they couldn’t escape. Unless they dealt with the Monarch levels, they wouldn’t stop pursuing.

Alex’s heart was pounding. They were almost out of the snowy mountain. Once they were out, she would be safe.

Her undead army was already waiting outside the snowy mountain.

With over thirty thousand undead, Alex was confident that sheer numbers could overwhelm the Monarch levels.

Fortunately, her undead had been concentrated at the castle, making it easy to mobilize them quickly. However, nearly ten thousand undead were still with Sophie and couldn’t be summoned immediately.

But that wasn’t a big issue. Alex felt that thirty thousand should be enough. If not, an extra ten thousand wouldn’t make a difference.

Sophie’s undead were mainly skeletons, specters, and gargoyles, with limited combat power.

Alex had already messaged Sophie to send as many as possible.

Soon, Arthur flew Alex and Ruby out of the snowy mountain, and the undead army came into view. Alex finally felt a bit relieved.

“Alex, look at that! What is it?” Ruby exclaimed, seeing the dense mass of undead below, creatures she had never seen before.

Whether it was the massive zombie titans, bird-like Destroyers, or the ghastly Ghouls, Ruby sensed no life from any of them.

“Don’t worry, they’re all my subjects,” Alex said with a smile, directing Arthur to land among the undead.

Alex and Ruby landed at the rear of the undead army. Not far behind was Alex’s territory, but thanks to the Specter Chandelier’s effect, only Alex could see her castle.

“Wow!” Ruby’s mouth hung open in disbelief. She seemed to understand why Alex dared to snatch the Godhead.

Anyone with such an army would be confident enough to make a move.

Surrounding Alex and Ruby were Commanding level undead, including Arthur, John, and Azure. All Commanding level undead, except those with Sophie, were present.

Over a hundred Commanding level undead, including Ethereal Wraiths, Skeletal Demons, Death Warriors, Shadowghast Knights, gargoyles, ghost dragons, and bone dragons, representing nearly every race.

“Honorable Queen, more undead are coming through the Portal of Transit from White Rock Mountains,” Azure reported respectfully.

Alex nodded, pleased with Sophie’s efficiency.

Ruby, triggered by Azure’s words, stared at Alex.

“You’re a queen too?!”

“No way, there can only be one queen!” Ruby said loudly, baring her small fangs in displeasure.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re the Arctic Tigerfolk Queen, and I’m the Undead Queen. No conflict,” Alex said, rolling her eyes.

At that moment, the human mage arrived, floating in the sky with the other mages, looking down at Alex and Ruby among the undead.

The dense mass of undead made the mages’ eyes narrow. There were more undead here than on the entire continent of Eldoria, clearly the troops of the extraterrestrial visitor.

“In less than a month, the extraterrestrial visitors have developed to this extent,” the mage thought, realizing the threat they posed to all races on the continent.

No wonder all races wanted to eliminate the extraterrestrial visitors.

“Leader, what do we do?” a mage asked, shaken by the undead horde. As knowledgeable mages, they knew undead were immortal as long as their soul fire burned.

To extinguish the soul fire, one needed soul and mind or holy magic. As elemental mages, they could only restrain the undead, not kill them.

“Don’t get entangled with the undead. Seize the Godhead from the extraterrestrial visitor and retreat immediately,” the mage ordered, diving towards Alex and Ruby.

The Commanding level mages followed, covering their leader.

Count Nocturne arrived slightly later, seeing the undead horde below. Without hesitation, he attacked.

Commanding level vampires had soul attack capabilities, making the undead less of a problem for them.

Lucian, knowing Alex best, was stunned by the sight of over thirty thousand undead. He couldn’t believe a Lord could achieve this in half a month.

The vampires, led by Count Nocturne, attacked, while Lucian observed from the sky. The main force was the Monarch levels; his Commanding level wasn’t needed.

Lucian wanted to see if Alex’s thirty thousand undead could really hold off two Monarch levels. No, three, as the werewolf had arrived.

With Alex’s command, all airborne undead, including gargoyles, Destroyers, specters, bone dragons, and ghost dragons, took to the sky, attacking the mages and vampires.

The ground undead surrounded Alex and Ruby, moving to engage the werewolf.

The scene was chaotic, with undead fearlessly charging at their enemies.

“Ruby, cover me. I’m going to absorb the Godhead’s energy,” Alex said, planning to use the system to absorb the Godhead immediately. It would boost her strength, giving her an edge in the battle.

After all, it was uncertain if the undead could defeat three Monarch levels with sheer numbers.

“I’m a queen, not a bodyguard!” Ruby protested, though she was worried. If the undead couldn’t hold off the enemies, they were doomed.

“Alright, my dear queen, please take care of me,” Alex said, coaxing her.

“That’s more like it. Leave it to me!” Ruby said confidently.

Alex summoned four ice walls around herself, preparing to absorb the Godhead. She guessed it would either boost her abilities or give her experience points.

If it gave experience points, she would level up. But there could be side effects, so she took precautions.

Alex held the Godhead, looking at the blue-glowing orb.

[Detected Frost Godhead. Do you want to extract and absorb its energy?]

[Extracting the energy will greatly reduce the Godhead’s effect but won’t affect your path to divinity.]

“Yes,” Alex confirmed, and the Godhead’s blue glow vanished, absorbed into her body.

The Godhead in her hand stopped emitting cold, becoming a transparent orb, like a glass ball.

Alex felt her experience points break through a bottleneck, leveling up.

She looked at the empty Godhead, wondering if the others would still want it.

Meanwhile, notifications of undead being killed flooded Alex’s system. She ignored them. It would be absurd if a Monarch level couldn’t kill ordinary undead.

Outside the ice walls, the three Monarch levels found the undead horde troublesome.

The undead were too numerous. The mage and vampires tried to fly past, but countless gargoyles charged at them.

The mage knew that the undead feared no death and were utterly loyal. Being already dead, they had nothing to lose.

The mage tried to shatter the gargoyles with magic, but they absorbed the spells, unharmed.

The mage realized the gargoyles’ unique trait. Unlike other undead, they could absorb magic.

Seeing the gargoyles closing in, surrounded by specters and Destroyers, the mage stopped conserving mana. His wind domain swept the area, blowing the undead away.

The mage chanted, releasing an invisible force. The specters were killed by his mind attack.

As a Monarch level mage, he specialized in wind magic but knew other elements. Only mind magic could kill undead.

Wind blades in his domain shredded the gargoyles, exceeding their absorption limit.

Destroyers, however, remained unscathed, absorbing the wind blades. The mage was surprised, recognizing the creatures from his studies.

“Destroyers!” the mage thought, knowing their abilities well.

A wind shield formed around the mage, but explosions followed as the Destroyers released their stored energy.

The mage aimed to kill Alex, knowing he couldn’t kill all the undead.

But a spatial barrier from Arthur blocked his path, draining his life force.

The mage chanted, preparing a soul attack, but a sudden force disrupted him. Arthur’s breath of dragon hit him, pushing him back.

The mage, disheveled, saw his robe burning with blue flames, revealing his face—a blond man.

He realized the specters’ coordinated soul attack had disrupted him, led by a special specter, Azure.

Count Nocturne, wielding his slender sword, faced the undead horde. Limited to melee, he was at a disadvantage against the airborne undead.

But with the mage and vampires’ help, the pressure was manageable.

Nocturne’s speed allowed him to kill several specters with each strike. Unlike the mage’s active soul attacks, vampires and werewolves had innate soul attack abilities.

However, they only had an overwhelming advantage against ordinary undead. Stronger undead posed a challenge.

A vampire, about to strike a Death Warrior, was hit by a ghost dragon’s blue beam, disintegrating into black smoke. The ghost dragon’s beam, a powerful soul and physical attack, was something even Nocturne avoided.