Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 1 vs 4
The four hostile lords all felt the heat of the flames, but each had equipment and magic to resist it, so the flames couldn’t harm them immediately.

“What is this, a domain?” Halvar looked around in surprise as the flames even altered the terrain, creating a battlefield advantageous for the caster.

“Impossible, only Monarch level strength can create a domain. This is a pseudo-domain,” Isran countered first. He had once witnessed a clash between Monarch level creatures in the Dark Forest, and their domains were truly terrifying.

“Don’t worry, she’s just a mage,” James reassured as his spellbook floated in front of him, flipping pages, preparing to attack. Although unsure why this undead Lord could wield fire magic, James believed his holy light, effective against undead, would surely work against her too.

Isran, the strongest of the four lords but unable to use any magic, charged at Alex with his sword. All his enhancements were in his physical and sword skills.

Clang! Sparks flew as Alex’s scythe clashed with Isran’s long sword.

Behind them, Halvar chanted an odd incantation, his staff striking the ground heavily. A massive stream of water appeared before him, attacking Alex and extinguishing the surrounding flames, sending up plumes of steam.

Just as Isran seemed to be gaining the upper hand, he suddenly heard the sound of bells. His head started to ache, slowing his reaction time.

Alex raised her hands, and from the flames on either side, two fire dragons surged forth, pushing Isran back. His armor protected him from injury.

Alex, having repelled Isran, faced the incoming tidal wave with her palms as if launching an air cannon. The wave shattered into a spray of water droplets, which then instantly turned into steam under the intense heat.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jareth launched a sneak attack. A massive red fist, larger than Alex’s head, aimed at her. The sheer force and size of the fist would have crushed a normal person’s skull.

But Alex didn’t dodge; instead, her left fist met it head-on, a magic circle in front of her fist preventing actual contact.

Jareth’s full-force punch was not only caught by Alex, but she didn’t even step back, leaving him both puzzled and shocked.

What the fuck, how could a female mage have such strength?

Though Jareth was physically large, he was the weakest there, only a level 2 Commanding, despite his transformation significantly boosting his strength attribute.

But Alex, now at level 5 Commanding and with her scythe’s double attribute enhancement, easily caught his attack under her complete suppression of level and attributes.

Jareth tried to wrestle with Alex, but she wasn’t about to waste time as Isran and James attacked her simultaneously. A huge pillar of fire erupted from the magic circle in front of Alex’s fist, blasting Jareth away.

Isran’s sword missed as Alex turned into a mist and vanished, reappearing in front of James.

James was taken aback by her speed, unable to react as the scythe swung towards him. He hurriedly used his spellbook to block.

Alex’s scythe sliced the spellbook in two, its light fading as it fell to the ground and was consumed by the flames.

Losing his spellbook, James was furious. A golden magic circle appeared in front of him as he tried to counterattack with holy light magic.

However, before his spell could complete, Alex dispersed it with a slap.

James looked at Alex, noticing black flames burning in her palm.

“You’re brave, kid? Heard you killed my undead?” Alex taunted.

Isran and Jareth tried to help James, but walls of fire rising from the ground trapped them. While ordinary fire magic posed no threat, these walls could suddenly turn into black flames, whose power was formidable, forcing them to be cautious.

At that moment, Alex’s left eye emitted a blue light, and the flames around James turned black, engulfing him.

“Ah!” James screamed in agony as dark magic corrosion began. Already weak without his spellbook, he couldn’t dispel the dark magic consuming him.

James rolled on the ground, unable to extinguish the black flames consuming him, his screams of pain weakening until he was completely lifeless.

Alex turned to the other three Lords. Halvar tried to attack with water magic but was completely suppressed by Alex’s flame domain, losing control of his water magic.

Of the remaining two, only Isran had some strength, but he couldn’t withstand Alex’s soul damage. Jareth, aside from being slightly larger, was practically useless.

“Damn it, you killed James, I’ll avenge him!” Isran shouted, unleashing a circular sword energy that broke through the surrounding fire walls and charged at Alex.

Under the enhancement of Alex’s Eye of the Undead and Eye of Magic, Isran’s speed slowed, as if time around him was decelerating.

Isran and Alex engaged in hand-to-hand combat, Alex taking the opportunity to hone her melee skills, thus temporarily refraining from using other magic against Isran.

Meanwhile, Halvar, knowing he’d be suppressed within Alex’s pseudo-domain, stepped out of the range of her flame domain. Removing his robe to reveal his muscular torso, he slammed his staff into the ground again.

Chanting a complex and strange incantation, Halvar summoned a river that began to erode the edges of Alex’s fire domain. Though the river appeared murky, its power was formidable, slowly extinguishing the flames on the ground.

Jareth joined the fray against Alex and Isran, but each time he was blasted away by Alex’s controlled fire magic. Despite this, he persisted in disrupting Alex’s battle.

Engaged in combat with Alex, Isran didn’t notice the red flame pattern in her right pupil turning into a blue ice crystal pattern.

The surrounding flames began to diminish, leading both to believe Halvar’s water magic was taking effect.

Even Halvar himself thought he had the upper hand, a confident smile spreading across his face.

As the flames dwindled, unable to resist Halvar’s magic any longer, the river broke through the fire, extinguishing it completely and surging towards Alex.

Isran and Jareth quickly dodged aside, but Alex calmly stood her ground.

Isran’s smile began to form, but his mouth soon dropped open wide enough to fit an egg.

“What the hell?!” In an instant, the river froze solid, its icy surface reflecting Halvar’s shocked face. The surroundings morphed into a frozen tundra, the ground sheathed in solid ice, intensifying the biting cold.

Halvar never expected to be frozen within the river he had summoned, losing his ability to move.

His eyes darted around, his breath trying to melt the ice. But as oxygen grew scarce, his body became colder.

Halvar realized that if no one came to his aid, he might suffocate before freezing to death. He could only cast pleading looks at Isran and Jareth.

The two exchanged glances; Isran decisively charged at Alex, while Jareth quickly went to rescue Halvar.

Before Jareth could reach Halvar, countless ice spikes surged from the ground, piercing Jareth’s limbs and spilling bright red blood.

Jareth tried to break free, but four thicker ice columns emerged, compressing him at the center, further impaled by ice spikes. Thus, Jareth was completely immobilized before reaching Halvar.

Frost Magic, unlike fire magic, could restrict an enemy’s movements, the only downside being its inability to merge with Alex’s dark magic.

Isran’s eyelids twitched as both his teammates were quickly incapacitated, realizing he was no match for this girl alone.

It was all James’s fault for provoking someone they shouldn’t have, leading them to their deaths!