Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Soon, reinforcements from the undead arrived at the fallen angels' kingdom. However, it wasn't necromancers who came, but a clone of Death Spirit.

Seeing this, Lilith finally breathed a sigh of relief. Death Spirit's summoning abilities were far superior to those of necromancers.

Such a large-scale battlefield was the perfect breeding ground for death energy, and Death Spirit wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Although its clone lacked combat prowess, its summoning speed was unmatched, second only to Alex herself.

No, Death Spirit was now third, as Torin had joined the ranks of the undead empire.

Upon arrival, Death Spirit wasted no time. With a mere surge of its energy, it instantly split into hundreds of clones.

These clones swiftly dispersed, descending upon the battlefield below. To others, this might have seemed like a disaster, but to Death Spirit, it was a paradise of experience points.

As the numerous Death Spirit clones entered the fray, Lilith immediately ordered all fallen angels to retreat.

They were exhausted and could no longer afford unnecessary casualties. In her eyes, the undead were more than capable of handling this Sea Race invasion.

The moment the fallen angels ceased their defense, the Sea Race surged forward like a swarm of locusts, overwhelming the fallen angel city atop the cliff.

They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, driven by a single-minded desire for destruction.

However, whether due to a lack of intelligence or simply failing to notice what was happening behind them, these Sea Race creatures remained oblivious to the peculiar transformation occurring among their fallen brethren.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several Monarch level necromancers suddenly materialized in front of the advancing army, blocking the Sea Race's path.

With a wave of their staffs, countless bone spikes erupted from the ground, sweeping through the ranks like a thorny thicket.

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Thousands of Sea Race creatures were caught in the onslaught, instantly reduced to a bloody mist. Yet, their souls found new life, transforming into undead, rising from within the Sea Race army itself.

In mere moments, the Sea Race troops assaulting the fallen angel city were thrown into disarray, turning their attention to the undead in their midst.

Death Spirit's objective was clear. It prioritized summoning the corpses of Monarch level sea creatures. Lilith had slain fewer than a hundred of these, and Death Spirit had now summoned them all back as undead.

This instantly bolstered the battlefield with nearly a hundred Monarch level necromancers, accelerating the summoning process exponentially.

More and more undead rose from the fallen. These low-level Sea Race creatures had no concept of what the undead were. Their sole purpose was to eliminate any enemy within sight.

As sea creatures, their combat effectiveness was hampered on land, while the undead remained unaffected.

With the mounting Sea Race casualties, the undead ranks swelled at an alarming rate.

Lilith, having recovered some of her strength while observing the battle, decided to rejoin the fight.

Her target was simple: to eliminate the Monarch level creatures within the Sea Race army. Although Death Spirit couldn't speak, it understood her intentions perfectly.

Lilith's presence effectively compensated for the undead's lack of Monarch level combat power.

With her assistance, it took only half an hour for the undead to completely overwhelm the Sea Race creatures surrounding the fallen angel city.

For the first time, Lilith felt a sense of awe towards the undead. She glanced at Death Spirit.

This vast undead army, nearly a million strong, was the work of a single undead!

And it was merely one of Alex's subordinates. She had no doubt that Alex could achieve the same, perhaps even surpass Death Spirit.

The Sea Race's landing rate could no longer keep pace with the undead's slaughter.

To her astonishment, she noticed the undead spreading out along the coastline in both directions.

Could they be planning to hold back the entire Sea Race invasion?!

Lilith couldn't fathom the sheer scale the undead army would reach after this battle.

The carnage she had just witnessed had already granted her a level up. Imagining all those experience points accumulating for Alex, she dared not think further.

"Continue the fight, but don't overexert yourselves. Prioritize eliminating Monarch level Sea Race creatures!"

Lilith issued a new order. This way, they could not only gain experience points but also assist Death Spirit.

If she continued to hold back the fallen angels, this Sea Race invasion might be completely quelled by the undead before nightfall.

That was, of course, assuming the enemy didn't deploy any King level troops.

Suddenly, while engaged in combat, Lilith noticed a system notification pop up.

"Someone's coming?"

She immediately disengaged from the battle and soared into the sky, her gaze fixed on the city.

A group of figures clad in black robes, over a hundred strong, approached. She recognized these beings.

"Aren't those Alex's logistics troops? Can they even fight?"

"Leader, please grant us permission to assist King Death Spirit."

The hundred alchemy warlocks spoke in unison, their voices filled with respect.

Lilith agreed without hesitation. She was curious to see how they intended to assist Death Spirit.

Although these alchemy warlocks were all Monarch level, she knew they possessed no combat abilities.

With her permission granted, the alchemy warlocks marched out of the city. The ground was littered with the corpses of Sea Race creatures, all of which had already been summoned.

They placed down magic circle stones, setting the corpses ablaze, quickly clearing a large area.

As for danger, the moment they arrived, several Monarch level undead had converged upon their location, providing protection.

"Magic circle?"

Lilith watched with curiosity as the alchemy warlocks began to set up a magic circle. What puzzled her was that over a hundred Monarch level alchemy warlocks were collaborating on a single magic circle.

What were they up to?

With their combined efforts, the magic circle was completed in mere minutes.

Their research, refined over two months, had yielded portable magic circle setups. All the necessary steps were pre-integrated into individual magic circle stones, enabling rapid deployment.

A magic circle ablaze with blue flames?

Lilith was baffled. This magic circle didn't appear to possess any offensive capabilities.

The moment the magic circle was activated, tens of thousands of Specters broke away from the battlefield, converging upon the magic circle like moths drawn to a flame.

As their ethereal forms entered the magic circle, they dissipated, transforming into points of soul fire.

Lilith was already privy to these secrets of the undead, so she wasn't surprised.

However, as she witnessed these soul fires begin to merge, a realization dawned upon her, a conjecture so unbelievable that she could hardly believe it herself!

Moments later, a Shadow Specter emerged from the magic circle, its terrifying aura sweeping across the battlefield.

"That's a King level aura!"

Lilith's eyes widened in shock, her body trembling with disbelief.

"It's actually a King level, how is that possible?!"

Heavens, Alex had actually acquired the ability to create King level undead!