Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

In the heart of the Arcadia continent lies a majestic empire made up of interconnected cities, at the center of which stands the headquarters of the Mage Guild.

This was the Elemental Empire. At its heart stood a towering palace, piercing the clouds, its surface shimmering with elemental energies. From its peak, even an ordinary person could survey the entire empire.

The Archpresident of the Mage Guild, a third-stage Sovereign level being on the cusp of godhood, was holding a meeting in his chambers.

All the core members were present: the Seven Guardians, the presidents and vice presidents of the seven continental branches, the presidents of the ordinary branches, and several cabinet members of the Elemental Empire.

Dozens of individuals, all high Emperor level or above, gathered to discuss how to deal with the Angel race's inevitable retaliation. The Archpresident had acted decisively, recalling everyone to prevent their forces from being scattered.

Although the guild was divided into two factions, they all shared a deep hatred for the Angel race. No one objected to this war. In fact, they had been itching for a fight!

The Angel race had lost seven Sovereign level beings and over twenty Emperor level beings in the humans' surprise attack. They wouldn't take this lying down. Retaliation was certain.

Sovereign level beings were the absolute leaders of their races, their strongest combatants, their future pillars, all with the potential to achieve godhood.

Especially third-stage Sovereign level beings, who were just a step away from becoming Divine!

Just at that moment, the entire Arcadia continent began to tremble. The top-secret meeting was only halfway through when the entire continent shook. Seven pillars of light, reaching towards the heavens, illuminated the night sky, turning it as bright as day.

The seven pillars, located in seven different directions, were rapidly converging on the Elemental Empire. Within each pillar, angel could be seen, but unlike ordinary angels, these all had eight wings!

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The commotion alerted everyone in the palace. The Archpresident stood up, his gaze fixed on the approaching pillars. The others looked on in fear.

The Angel race's magic circles had been destroyed. They had flown here directly from the Nytheria continent!

The Angel race's retaliation had arrived, and they had brought seven pseudo-gods.

"Archpresident, they're trying to force our Divine Mage to intervene, to get him banished by the World's Heart!"

Thunder exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency.

"Indeed. We cannot disturb the Divine Mage. He has more important matters to attend to. We must face this ourselves."

The Archpresident turned to the Seven Guardians, his expression unreadable.

The others looked bewildered. How could they possibly face seven pseudo-gods without the Divine Mage's help?

"For the Elemental Empire and the Mage Guild, we are willing to sacrifice everything!"

The Seven Guardians knelt on one knee, pledging their loyalty.

They were: Wind, Thunder, Fire, Earth, Water, Natural, and Shadow. All seven were third-stage Sovereign level beings, the pinnacle of power within the Elemental Empire and the Mage Guild.

If they worked together, pseudo-gods would be no match for them, unless they encountered a true god.

True gods were incredibly rare in this world. Even the Seven Guardians, the alpha werewolf of the Skyreach Mountains, and the vampire Antediluvian of Eternal Night City, all aspired to become true gods.

But reality was cruel. They had been stuck at the third stage of Sovereign level for centuries, unable to complete their God's Path.

Now, they had to make a choice. For the sake of the Elemental Empire and the Mage Guild, they had to abandon their ultimate goal of becoming true gods.

"The Elemental Empire is recognized by the World's Heart. We shall establish a divine kingdom, using the power of faith to help the Seven Guardians ascend to godhood!"

The Archpresident's voice boomed throughout the empire. The mages within the empire stopped what they were doing, their gazes drawn towards the palace.

The four massive walls surrounding the empire radiated a golden light, forming a shield that blocked the seven Pseudo-god Angels.

Establishing a divine kingdom and gaining the World's Heart's recognition was a process that couldn't be interrupted. It was a form of unconscious protection from the World's Heart for its followers. Of course, the World's Heart could only create pseudo-gods.

The Angel race also had a true god, but like the Divine Mage, he wouldn't intervene lightly.

Faint golden lights flickered throughout the Elemental Empire, converging towards the central palace. All the races on the Arcadia continent knelt, facing the Elemental Empire, offering their faith.

The main hall was bathed in golden light. The Seven Guardians radiated a powerful aura, their strength increasing steadily.

Upon closer inspection, the vast Elemental Empire was divided into seven sections. This was the Archpresident's trump card, a plan he had prepared long ago.

The Mage Guild's core members were stunned. They hadn't expected their Archpresident to have such a plan.

No wonder the Mage Guild had dared to attack the Angel race.

The humans had no pseudo-gods, while the Angel race had many. But even they wouldn't risk an all-out war against the humans. Unlike the humans, they had more than one enemy.

"The Angel race won't last long. It's time for the dragon race to make their move."

The Archpresident wasn't worried about the humans' situation. He understood the relationships between the major races all too well.

The Angel race, arrogant and self-righteous, had alienated all the other races.

Even if the Titan race was currently allied with the Angel race, they would eventually be defeated by the Demon race.

It wasn't because the demons were stronger than the titans. It was because demons were insane.

In battle, they would fight to the death, even burning their own Quintessence to kill their opponents. They didn't seem to understand the concept of retreat.

The Titan race, like the dragon race, had a small population. They wouldn't risk their lives against the demons. Even if they won, they might end up losing their status as a top-tier race in the next era.

The process of ascending to pseudo-godhood wasn't slow. The Angel race pseudo-gods outside were patiently waiting for the Elemental Empire's barrier to disappear.

They probably assumed that the Archpresident, cornered and desperate, was attempting to become a pseudo-god and fight them all at once.

Of course, the Angel race pseudo-gods (now Pseudo-god Angels) had a simple objective. Their initial orders weren't to destroy the humans but to force the Elemental Empire's Divine Mage to intervene, leading to his banishment by the World's Heart.

Without a true god, the humans would be like sheep without a shepherd, descending into chaos, posing no threat to the Angel race.

But suddenly, the Elemental Empire's barrier vanished. A powerful aura erupted from the central palace, engulfing the entire empire.

Seven figures stood in the sky, radiating an immense power. They were all pseudo-gods!