Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chaotic melee
In the southern swamp, with the arrival of Magnus and Titus, the enemy’s Monarch-level count increased to twelve.

The battlefield had begun to shift due to the necromancers’ involvement, but even as Monarch-levels, the necromancers struggled against their counterparts. However, the liches and Destroyers, with their bizarre attack methods, were pushing the enemy Monarch-levels back.

Magnus immediately engaged a lich, relieving some of the pressure on his allies. Titus had a clear target: Alex and Satan at the rear of the undead army.

With no other Monarch-levels available to intercept Titus, Alex realized she couldn’t afford to be lazy. But Satan stepped forward, cracking his knuckles and neck.

Satan stomped the ground with immense force, launching himself like a cannonball towards Titus in mid-air.

Satan had come here to fight, and he wasn’t about to miss this opportunity.

Satan’s punch collided with Titus, but the immense force didn’t push Titus back. Titus’s body was covered in molten lava patterns, radiating intense heat as he stared at Satan with a serious expression.

The two clashed and separated, exchanging dozens of blows in mid-air. Black and red energies collided violently in the sky.

“This Lord’s abilities are so similar to the zombie titan’s,” Alex observed, watching the intense battle. These two seemed to be the strongest Monarch-levels on the field.

Indeed, Titus’s troops were titans, and he naturally used titan abilities. With these abilities, his close combat skills reached terrifying levels. Unfortunately for him, he faced Satan, a demon who also specialized in close combat.

Satan exuded a sinister black and red aura, his eyes glowing red, and a horn growing from his head.

This demonic energy formed a protective barrier around Satan, with strong offensive and corrosive properties.

Even if Satan didn’t land a direct hit, the claws formed by the demonic energy could easily tear through Titus’s body.

Titus’s body displayed strange patterns, like grooves, and he didn’t dodge Satan’s attacks. Even when hit, he healed instantly.

A second blue pattern lit up on Titus, followed by a third golden pattern. The golden light instantly shredded Satan’s demonic energy.

Golden and black energies exploded in the air, and even the golden light’s shockwaves could easily kill an undead or demon follower.

Satan didn’t fall behind, and Alex didn’t intervene. Her purpose here was not only to oversee the battlefield but also to act as a sneaky bastard, ready to ambush any struggling Monarch-level.

This was war; there was no need for chivalry.

To Alex’s surprise, Satan’s four Monarch-level demons were all gaining the upper hand.

One demon, with purple skin and a somewhat plump body, wielded a flag and wore dazzling golden ornaments on its head and neck. It had a bull’s head and a dog’s head on its shoulders and a pair of black wings on its back.

It looked not only bizarre but also terrifying.

This demon, named Greed, faced a Monarch-level thunderbird with a pterosaur-like appearance but covered in blue feathers.

The thunderbird’s domain was filled with countless feathers, as hard as steel, as fast as lightning, and as sharp as blades.

Alex hadn’t even seen Greed use its domain. It simply waved its flag, blocking all the feathers. The bull’s head and dog’s head on its shoulders glowed yellow, transforming into two creatures that attacked the thunderbird.

The thunderbird quickly began to falter, sustaining injuries.

Of the enemy’s twelve Monarch-levels, only Galvin, Titus, and Magnus were actual Lords. The rest were troops.

Alex guessed these Lords had concentrated their experience to raise these Monarch-level troops.

The Lords hiding behind these troops were mostly between lv2 and lv7 Commanding level.

But this battle was between Monarch-level troops.

The four necromancers weren’t skilled in combat and were at a disadvantage. The four demons had the upper hand, and the other undead had slight advantages.

Just as Greed was about to deliver a fatal blow to the thunderbird, a light spirit intervened, allowing the thunderbird to escape.

The thunderbird barely had time to breathe before countless giant bones formed a cage around it.

Galvin quickly disengaged from his opponent, appearing before the lich and launching a massive fireball at it.

The lich had to abandon its attack, using a bone shield to block Galvin’s assault but still being pushed back by the impact.

Boom!

Galvin didn’t have time to react as a violent explosion occurred around him. The Destroyer’s skill followed, and a yellowish-brown barrier appeared before Galvin, blocking the sneak attack.

A gargoyle activated its domain, shattering Galvin’s barrier. Another lich attempted to ambush but was intercepted by a scaly humanoid creature.

Except for Satan and Titus, who were dueling, all the Monarch-levels were engaged in a chaotic melee, with no one-on-one battles.

On the other side, Magnus’s hands grew three massive claws each, his mouth sprouting two curved fangs. His eyes turned crimson, and his skin turned gray as his body rapidly enlarged.

“Stop wasting time! Kill that undead Lord!”

Magnus roared, his figure disappearing in an instant. He shredded the bone shield before him and sent the lich flying.

Magnus moved swiftly across the battlefield, each strike repelling an undead. His massive size, speed, and explosive power were terrifying.

Even demons hit by Magnus were sent flying, though his attacks were purely physical and couldn’t kill undead or demon followers outright.

Magnus unleashed his domain, filling the area with countless claw blades. Any undead or demon follower caught in the blast was instantly pulverized.

“What kind of magic is this?!”

Alex was stunned. This creature’s strength rivaled Titan’s. Ordinary undead and demons were no match for him.

Magnus had a clear target: Alex. The undead and demons couldn’t stop him.

His full-force attack also relieved the pressure on the enemy Monarch-levels.

“Damn, I can’t slack off anymore!”

The seemingly evenly matched battle between Satan and Titus began to shift. But Satan, noticing Magnus charging at Alex, only grew more excited.

A pair of black wings sprouted from Satan’s back, along with a tail. He wielded a black longsword, his demonic energy surging. With one strike, he pierced Titus’s chest and kicked him into the ground, creating a massive crater.

“Hahaha, I like this guy. He’s all yours!”

As Alex watched in bewilderment, Satan ignored the fallen Titus and turned to attack Magnus.

Alex always found Satan’s behavior during battle a bit manic and strange. She turned to the crater where Titus had fallen. As the dust settled, Titus stood up, his eyes glowing gold, and his chest wound healed.

Alex drew her scythe and walked towards Titus.