Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Death Spirit
Alex opened its information to check.

[Death Spirit (Unnamed)]

[Race: Undead Race]

[Loyalty: 100% (Never Betray)]

[Life Tier: Commanding Level]

[Level: lv1 (Can level up by killing or absorbing death energy)]

[Health Points: Undead trait, immortal as long as the soul fire burns]

[Mana Points: 200]

[Soul: 50]

[Stamina: ∞]

[Agility: 25]

[Growth Cap: Divine Level]

[Skills: Death Energy Clone, Teleportation, Undead Summoning, Death Spirit Possession.]

Seeing the name and growth cap, Alex knew it was a Race King, but the system didn’t specify what kind of king it was. And since it couldn’t speak, naming it seemed pointless.

“From now on, you’ll be called Death Spirit,” Alex said, keeping the original name. To her surprise, the Death Spirit suddenly turned into black mist and flowed into a nearby Ghoul.

The Ghoul was instantly filled with death energy, becoming eerie. Its attributes increased, jumping from lv1 Commanding to lv3 Commanding.

The Ghoul knelt on one knee.

“Esteemed Queen, your most loyal apostle greets you. Thank you for the name,” it said.

Alex was taken aback. It could speak after all. A Race King with a Divine level cap that couldn’t speak would indeed be too lowly.

The Death Spirit had many skills and a unique leveling method. Its special abilities made Alex quite pleased.

After reviewing the Death Spirit’s four skills, Alex had one thought: Sweet!

The Death Spirit was more of a support unit. None of its skills were direct damage abilities; they all had other uses.

First, its leveling method allowed it to absorb death energy to level up. On the battlefield, there was plenty of death energy, which could be as effective as killing enemies for experience points.

Experience points were shared among all undead, but death energy could only be absorbed by the Death Spirit.

Death Energy Clone: It can create countless clones. The more clones, the weaker the main body. These clones can’t attack but can absorb death energy. The main body and clones can switch places.

Teleportation: It can teleport to any undead marked by the Death Spirit (clones excluded) and can also teleport to Alex’s side, similar to the Reaper Guards.

Undead Summoning: Similar to Alex’s summoning magic but stronger than a regular necromancer. The Death Spirit can summon undead of its level. If it reaches Monarch level, it can summon Monarch-level corpses even without Alex present. However, it can’t summon higher-level corpses.

The hierarchy of Undead Summoning Magic is: Alex > Death Spirit > Necromancer > Other Race Kings.

The Death Spirit had already demonstrated its possession ability. It could merge with other undead to enhance them.

Below Race King level, the Death Spirit was dominant. At Race King level, the host was dominant.

The Death Spirit could also possess enemies, its only offensive skill. Even speaking required possession, making it a complete support unit.

Currently, the Death Spirit was only Commanding level. Its clones could only absorb death energy, but Alex believed it would show more impressive abilities at Monarch level.

Alex was very satisfied with the Death Spirit’s abilities, which filled some gaps in the undead’s capabilities.

She immediately sent the Death Spirit’s clones to the dwarf and orc battlefields. Though a support unit, Alex believed it would level up the fastest.

In high spirits, Alex left the Barracks.

The hobgoblins and alchemy warlocks had developed new weapons, which Alex had the undead transport to Gemini City to bolster its defenses.

As for Alex’s side, she didn’t need those weapons. If the undead couldn’t stop an enemy, those weapons wouldn’t help either.

The focus was now on researching feature-based or support equipment.

With the siblings’ castle upgraded to a city, there was no need to build more undead fortresses. The Portal of Transit had expanded to accommodate the Silverscale Leviathan.

The Silverscale Leviathans, hovering above Undead City, were like small, mobile undead fortresses.

Alex immediately dispatched two fully loaded Silverscale Leviathans to Gemini City to support Arthas.

On the other side of the Arsen continent, in the dwarf kingdom.

With Alex’s order for a full-scale attack, Durin chose not to attack the Stoneforge Clan to the west but instead headed north, planning to swiftly capture the undefended Hardbeard Clan.

The undead army continued north, with Arthur and Riven leading the undead in two directions, accelerating the attack. They planned to capture all the Hardbeard Clan’s cities in a day.

Durin’s task was easier, focusing on calming the populace and executing those who resisted.

An hour north, Durin led the dwarf cavalry to a city in the mountains, on the edge of the Desolate Mountains.

This city, Anvilheim, was in chaos, with smoke rising and ruins everywhere. Buildings had collapsed, and the streets were littered with dwarf corpses, blood staining the ground.

Flames burned the bodies, filling the air with the smell of cooked meat. The panicked civilians desperately tried to extinguish the fires.

Arthur had launched an aerial assault on Anvilheim, leaving the gates closed, trapping the civilians inside.

They screamed and cried, trying to escape, but the water they used to fight the fire was insufficient. A dwarf, despairing, dropped his bucket and sat down, seemingly waiting for death.

This was the reality of war; civilians always suffered the most.

Durin arrived to change that. Though harsh, he knew that saving the desperate civilians would make them willingly submit.

Boom!

Durin smashed the gate open with a hammer, and flying dwarf knights descended from above while Durin led the ground troops through the gate.

The civilians saw hope and rushed to the gate, but the knights held them back. Armored Durin entered, swinging his hammer to create a massive whirlwind that extinguished the flames.

Putting out the fires was effortless for a Monarch level.

Durin quickly extinguished the fires and, guided by the knights, gathered the civilians.

Durin’s speech was more effective than expected. To the civilians, all nobles were the same, offering no rights during war.

Now, a rebel army promised peace, telling them they had to fight for it themselves.

The civilians were stirred. They had been oppressed all their lives but now wanted to fight for their descendants’ future.

Anvilheim’s civilians quickly submitted. Durin didn’t linger and moved on to the next city.

He couldn’t waste time, as Arthur and Riven’s assault was swift. If he arrived late, there might be no dwarf survivors, only countless undead rising from the corpses.