Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Frost receding and darkness spreading
At the moment Count Nocturne launched his attack, Alex’s arm was covered in a layer of ice crystals. She boldly grabbed Count Nocturne’s blood whip.

As soon as she grasped the blood whip, frost began to spread rapidly from Alex’s hand towards Count Nocturne at the other end.

The blood whip sprouted countless blood spikes, piercing through the frost. The spikes then transformed into several tendrils, flying towards Alex.

Alex used Dark Barrier to block all of Count Nocturne’s attacks.

She glanced at her Mana Points, noting that she had only used about ten points. If she were still at Commanding level, Count Nocturne’s attack would have cost her at least half her Mana Points.

One tendril from the blood whip didn’t attack Alex but extended to the ground, retrieving Count Nocturne’s severed arm.

Count Nocturne reattached his arm and flexed his shoulder.

Count Nocturne had never encountered Alex before; this was their first battle. He realized this girl was quite strong.

He had been disarmed by a Commanding level. Could she be a lv9 Commanding?

The blood whip melted into a pool of blood and disappeared. Count Nocturne drew his slender sword again and launched an aerial assault on Alex.

Several ice dragons surged around Alex, seemingly alive. They flew towards Count Nocturne, who used his speed to dodge and occasionally shattered an ice dragon. But the ice dragons seemed endless, with new ones forming around Alex and attacking continuously.

The mage, besieged by undead, glanced at the battle between Alex and Count Nocturne, surprised. He recognized that Alex’s Frost Magic had reached a high level.

A massive tornado formed around the mage, with winds swirling violently. The mage’s figure became transparent and then vanished, transforming into wind and flying towards Alex.

The mage’s figure suddenly appeared beside Alex, chanting rapidly. In an instant, a massive wind blade formed in his hand.

Wind blades were usually invisible, but under the mage’s enhancement, Alex could see the air distorting around it. She knew her Frost Magic alone couldn’t block the mage’s enhanced wind blade.

The surrounding ice dragons were instantly sliced apart by the wind blade, their surfaces smooth as mirrors. Count Nocturne shattered the last ice dragon and looked towards where Alex had been.

But Alex had already teleported away.

The ground around them froze instantly, and a blizzard began to fall from the sky, the temperature plummeting to snowy mountain levels.

“Domain,” the mage muttered. This wasn’t a pseudo-domain but a genuine Monarch level domain.

This meant the extraterrestrial visitor had reached Monarch level!

The mage was puzzled. If she had been Monarch level, why had she run from him earlier?

This was bad. He had used too many Mana Points while being entangled with the undead.

Count Nocturne had also expended too much energy earlier.

They looked at the werewolf below, who was still rampaging. It seemed relying on him was futile.

The ice on the ground began to form Alex’s figure. The mage sent a wind blade to shatter the ice. But Alex suddenly appeared beside him, scythe in hand, slashing at him.

The mage quickly conjured a magical barrier to block the attack. The moment the scythe touched the barrier, it ignited with black flames, shattering the barrier instantly.

The mage was shocked and hastily formed an earth magic circle to defend himself.

No matter how powerful a mage was, being close to an enemy was always a disadvantage. Fortunately, Count Nocturne’s backstab arrived just in time, forcing Alex to dissolve into snowflakes and disappear.

“She could appear in any snowflake,” the mage warned Count Nocturne, then released his wind domain, blowing away all the snowflakes to prevent Alex from ambushing them.

The wind raged within Alex’s frost domain, creating an even more intense blizzard.

But Alex wasn’t limited to appearing in snow and ice. She reappeared in front of Count Nocturne, then teleported again, making him prepare to counter.

Instead, Alex appeared beside the mage, attacking him again.

The scythe, burning with black flames, easily tore through the wind blades and the mage’s barrier.

The mage, knowing Alex could teleport, had prepared defenses. He could withstand the scythe’s soul attack thanks to a crystal necklace designed to resist such attacks.

But as the mage tried to escape, he suddenly started bleeding from his nose, coughing violently, and lost feeling in his hands.

Alex had anticipated the mage’s resistance to soul attacks and had prepared accordingly. Her undead had tested the enemies’ abilities, while the enemies knew little about her.

The mage gritted his teeth and teleported out of Alex’s domain.

Alex hadn’t expected him to have another trick up his sleeve, and her attack missed again.

The mage chanted a purification spell to remove the curse from his body, then began healing himself.

“Dark magic!” the mage muttered, his face grim. This magic could destroy everything, and its black flames were considered ominous. It had been lost for centuries.

The mage knew dark magic was lost because it was too powerful, capable of destroying all elements, making it the bane of mages. The Archmages of the past had ensured it wouldn’t be passed down.

Every child in the mage association knew that magic wasn’t inherently good or evil; it depended on the user.

The mage also recognized plague and curse magics, which were nearly impossible to defend against. He couldn’t let Alex get close again; his life-saving measures were limited.

Count Nocturne was also affected by plague magic, but his powerful self-healing ability allowed him to ignore most of its effects.

Alex realized the mage was very weak in close combat. If she got close again, he would be dead.

The vampire and mage floated in the sky, watching Alex below.

The werewolf broke through the undead horde and reached Alex. For a moment, the three Monarch levels surrounded Alex from above and below.

The undead army surrounded the three Monarch levels, creating a reverse encirclement.

Alex’s left eye glowed blue, the frost receding and darkness spreading.

“Come on!”