Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Their only fate was death
Raphaela was growing increasingly anxious. Lilith was equally powerful, and their battle wouldn’t be decided quickly.

But the situation was different on the other side. Drake was being overwhelmed by three Monarch-level fallen angels. Raphaela knew the strength of fallen angels and realized Drake wouldn’t hold out much longer.

As time dragged on, their defeat seemed inevitable. It was too late to call for reinforcements from their troops. The Justice Alliance members had come alone, without their troops, while Lilith had the support of her forces, putting them at a significant disadvantage.

Lilith’s strategy was simple: she didn’t need to fight Raphaela to the death. She just needed her troops to defeat Drake. Once Drake was dead, Raphaela would inevitably fall.

Alex’s precautionary measures had proven correct. Even though this was a decoy castle, it had been found by the enemy. But even if Raphaela and Drake found Alex’s real castle, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the four statues guarding it.

With Lilith’s command, three thousand fallen angels from Chi-Chi’s castle took to the skies, heading towards the southern swamp.

After this battle, the troops of all three would be exposed. To expedite the situation, Lilith sent her troops to assist, hoping Alex and Satan could quickly finish their fight.

Raphaela and Drake tried to stop them but were powerless, watching as the troops flew off to provide support.

Suddenly, Raphaela and Drake paused mid-battle, receiving a message in their Alliance chat. All four were fighting, leaving only Grom to send the message.

“What? A Monarch-level little girl killed all the Lords guarding the castles?!”

Drake exclaimed, but Grom’s next words brought some relief. The girl couldn’t kill Grom and had already retreated.

Raphaela’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected the enemy to have another hidden Monarch-level. At this stage, most Lords were at Commanding level, and a Monarch-level was a nightmare for them.

Their plan to ambush Alex’s castle had failed. Although their own Justice Alliance castle remained intact, the other Lord Alliances weren’t so lucky.

“Raphaela!”

Drake shouted, urging her to leave. There was no point in staying; they had no chance of taking this castle.

Raphaela understood, though reluctantly. Lilith’s displayed strength was superior, and her intuition told her the odds of winning were slim.

Raphaela disengaged from Lilith, joining Drake. With a surge of magical energy, a massive earth dragon emerged from the ground, devouring them both before dissipating in the air.

The battle in the southern swamp was still ongoing, making this the best time for Raphaela and Drake to escape. If they waited until the battle ended, facing multiple Monarch-level opponents would make escape nearly impossible.

Most importantly, Magnus and Titus were still there. Raphaela and Drake couldn’t abandon them. They had to rescue them, and the fate of the other Lords was irrelevant.

“Chase them!”

Lilith and the three fallen angels immediately flew towards the southern swamp.

Whether they were fleeing or providing support, even if it was a decoy plan by the enemy, Lilith wasn’t worried.

The castle behind them belonged to Alex’s subjects. Her town had a subsidiary castle, so even if this one was destroyed, Alex wouldn’t suffer much loss.

The other Lords were either fully engaged in battle or already dead. They had no time to check Alliance messages, and most hadn’t realized their allies were dead.

They were trapped on Eldoria, with no way back.

Their only fate was death.

…

Alex drew her scythe and approached Titus.

Titus was furious, having been pummeled by Satan, which was humiliating. But seeing the undead Lord approaching, he smiled. This was his chance.

Titus flexed his massive hands, clenching his fists. His face and body markings glowed again.

In the next second, the ground shattered, and Titus vanished, reappearing in front of Alex, throwing a punch.

“Too slow!”

Titus’s punch was about to land on Alex, who seemed unfazed. Compared to the demon Lord, this undead Lord seemed much weaker.

Boom!

A black shield appeared before Alex, absorbing Titus’s molten punch without budging. She didn’t even step back.

Titus quickly retreated, dodging Alex’s scythe.

But the ringing of a bell made Titus uncomfortable, though it was quickly dispelled by holy light.

As Titus landed, still unsteady, Alex appeared before him. He realized then that this girl was faster than him!

Titus crossed his arms, the markings merging and glowing gold. He went all out because the black flames on Alex’s scythe made him uneasy.

Alex’s attack came swiftly, causing Titus intense pain. Golden blood splattered as he was pushed back several yards. The wounds on his arms didn’t heal immediately; he needed time to dispel the dark magic.

Titus glanced at his arms, his face grim. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, his arms might have been severed.

All five of Titus’s markings lit up simultaneously—gold, brown, red, blue, and purple—each representing one of his divine abilities.

He realized the undead Lord was more lethal than the demon Lord, forcing him to fight with all his might.

Titus stomped the ground, a crack rapidly spreading towards Alex.

The crack seemed harmless, so Alex planted her scythe’s head into the ground, using it to block the attack.

But the crack exploded in front of Alex, dust obscuring her vision. It was a distraction, not an attack.

Titus’s right fist enlarged, purple lightning crackling around it, and he swung a powerful punch at Alex.

Alex’s left eye glowed, her Death Domain expanding, clearing the dust and revealing Titus’s approach.

Her domain ignited with black flames, converging on her arm and spreading to her scythe.

Alex charged, dragging her scythe, and swung it at Titus.

Boom!!

This wasn’t just a clash of fist and scythe but a collision of domains.

Purple lightning raged, but Alex’s domain devoured it. The holy light on Titus’s fist resisted the dark magic’s corrosion.

Suddenly, black flame creatures formed within the domain, a fusion of dark, alchemy, and summoning magic, moving freely within Alex’s domain.

They wielded spears, thrusting at Titus. He knew their lethality and tried to retreat from Alex. But a black creature beside Alex caught a dark green energy ball she threw.

Titus hesitated, trying to pull back.

Splat—

Titus spat blood, his body pierced by seven or eight black spears. Alex’s scythe struck, sending him flying.

Titus crashed to the ground, his right arm paralyzed by dark magic, black spots spreading across his body, his face pale.

A swarm of fallen angels suddenly flew in, joining the chaotic battle in the swamp.

“It seems Lilith has engaged the others.”

On the other battlefield, an excited Satan was pummeling Magnus. In his Behemoth form, possessing immense physical attack and armor-breaking abilities, Magnus was unstoppable against ordinary Monarch-level troops, but against Satan, he struggled.

In his demon form, Satan grabbed Magnus’s tusks and threw him.

Magnus barely reacted before finding himself airborne.

Satan’s weapon floated nearby, and with a thought, it shot like a black lightning bolt at the still-airborne Magnus.

Magnus twisted in mid-air, blocking with his claws.

He crashed to the ground, his hand impaled by Satan’s weapon, pinning him.

Magnus tore his hand free, ignoring the pain, standing as his wound slowly healed.

“Roar—”

Magnus charged at Satan again but froze mid-charge as a sharp blade sliced his arm off.

Thud.

His massive arm fell, unable to react to the spatial slash.

Standing there was Ruby, her curved blade in hand, having rapidly reappeared with her spatial magic.