Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

The Sea God had been silent since his last decree, likely due to his impending awakening.

Alex was puzzled. Couldn't this Sea Race pseudo-god act on her own?

The High Priest, sensing Alex's confusion, elaborated, "I am only responsible for internal affairs. All commands regarding external conflicts come directly from the Sea God."

Alex was taken aback. Did the Sea Race have no other pseudo-gods? The High Priest's words implied that, in the Sea God's absence, she was obligated to rule the Sea Race. The most likely reason for this was the lack of other pseudo-gods within the Sea Race.

It was clear now. This pseudo-god mermaid was the current ruler, but she was merely carrying out the Sea God's orders.

And with the Sea God slumbering, Alex had no way of knowing his next move.

Unless she could speak with the Sea God himself, she wouldn't know the Sea Race's true intentions.

"This war has become meaningless," Alex stated, testing the waters. "If you don't intervene personally, the Sea Race stands no chance against my forces."

She was subtly trying to goad the Sea Race into attacking other continents, stirring up trouble for the other races.

"Conquering the Arsen continent is the Sea God's command," the High Priest replied flatly.

"Even if you can't win, you'll continue fighting?" Alex asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice.

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The High Priest nodded. Further discussion was clearly futile.

"Then maintain the status quo," Alex said, glancing at the High Priest. "If your Sea God awakens, please inform him that the undead race remains neutral."

"I will," the High Priest replied with a nod, acknowledging the unusual nature of the situation, but unable to deviate from sea god's given orders.

The Sea Race's governance was peculiar, resembling a feudal dynasty under an absolute monarch. The Sea God was the emperor, his word law. Any other race would have abandoned this pointless war long ago.

Their conversation ended on an unsatisfactory note. The war on the Arsen continent would continue, albeit without further escalation.

Both Alex and the High Priest understood this unspoken agreement. The Arsen continent would remain a battleground for low-level skirmishes, nothing more.

This was good news for Alex. She no longer had to worry about this front. Furthermore, having reached Sovereign level, she no longer gained experience, meaning her Race Kings would receive more experience and level up faster.

Alex left the Arsen continent and returned to the undead Imperial Capital, her mind already strategizing her next move.

The undead could now spare a significant portion of their forces. She was contemplating whether to aid the humans or the Demon race. If either faction fell, the entire war's outcome would be decided, and the undead race would face more than just the Angel race.

But before Alex could decide, uninvited guests arrived on the Eldoria continent.

In the east, three pillars of light shot up into the sky, hurtling towards the Dark Forest. Everything in their path was annihilated, leaving behind three scorched trails across the land, like pathways carved by gods.

...

In the Skyreach Mountains, Skoll watched the three eight-winged angels approaching from the north, his expression grim.

"They've finally come..." he murmured.

In Hurricane City, within the Starfallen Empire, Boreas also noticed the approaching angels. His proximity to the undead empire gave him a clearer view.

Panic seized him. He frantically scribbled a message, his handwriting a jumbled mess.

He remembered Wind's words: "If I should fall in battle, and you see her in danger, report it to the president or Mr. Thunder immediately. Alex must not die!"

Wind rarely spoke with such gravity. This matter was clearly of utmost importance to him.

Although Boreas didn't understand, he reacted immediately.

...

Meanwhile, in the undead Imperial Capital, Alex stepped out of the palace and looked towards the west, where three golden lights were rapidly approaching.

"I'll kill you all today!" she declared, a cold fire in her eyes.

The Angel race had underestimated the undead empire. Or rather, they had overlooked one crucial detail: she also had the race kings left by the previous undead lord.

Garethor and Torin.

When they had joined the undead empire, Alex was only at King level, while they were both high-level Emperor level beings. Now, thanks to the constant influx of experience from the Sea Race battlefield, Garethor had already broken through to second-stage Sovereign level. Torin, though slightly behind, had just reached first-stage Sovereign level.

During this era crisis, Alex had prioritized allocating experience points to her high-level undead.

More and more lords were joining the undead empire, providing a substantial amount of faith power, more than enough for Garethor to ascend to pseudo-godhood.

With the support of eight pseudo-gods and Death Spirit, although killing the three angel pseudo-gods would be difficult, holding them back was certainly possible.

As the three angels neared the Dark Forest, Alex channeled the faith power of the entire undead empire.

"The undead empire is recognized by the World's Heart! By the power of faith, I hereby grant Garethor ascension to godhood!"

Alex's voice boomed across the undead Imperial Capital. All the lords looked towards the palace in astonishment.

The undead empire now commanded a staggering number of undead, over nine million, providing a vast reservoir of faith power.

Fortunately, the World's Heart was an unconscious entity. It wouldn't specifically prevent Garethor's ascension just because of Alex's choices. Perhaps, in its view, whoever ascended through faith was on its side. Therefore, the process couldn't be interrupted.

It was similar to the Mage Guild's Divine Mage. He was neutral, but that didn't prevent the Seven Guardians from becoming pseudo-gods. The same principle applied to Alex.

The next moment, a golden barrier enveloped the entire undead empire. A torrent of faith power surged into Garethor, instantly propelling him to third-stage Sovereign level and initiating his ascension ritual.

With the support of faith power, finding one's God's Path as a pseudo-god was almost effortless.

The three angel pseudo-gods stopped dead in their tracks, staring at the golden barrier.

This scene seemed eerily familiar.

They had no idea how many Sovereign level beings within the undead empire were undergoing ascension. The three angels exchanged glances, seemingly contemplating retreat.

They wouldn't throw their lives away needlessly.

If the Mage Guild scenario repeated itself, their deaths would be a significant blow to the Angel race.