Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

"What's their strength?" Alex asked, recalling that the Angel race had three branches on the Eldoria continent, with one located right in the center.

Although Wind's attire was strange, he was clearly not a coward. She had always assumed that humans would only retaliate after the Angel race attacked. She hadn't expected them to strike first.

"They have two first-stage Sovereigns and one third-stage Sovereign. I don't have enough manpower, so I came to you." Wind shrugged.

Alex sensed something was amiss. "You're not acting on your own, are you?" She wouldn't put it past this lunatic to do something like that.

"Of course not. The Archpresident approved this operation. But we have to keep it under wraps. Mobilizing forces from headquarters might alert the enemy."

Alex understood. Wind suspected that there might be Angel race spies within the Mage Guild headquarters. The Archpresident had approved his plan but couldn't provide support. He had to figure it out on his own.

"Alright." Alex was relieved. Wind seemed somewhat reliable when it mattered. But another thought occurred to her. "What about Thunder? Aren't you worried about retaliation from the Angel race?"

"Nope, nope, nope. You're someone we can trust, so I'll let you in on a little secret."

Wind wagged his finger, leaning closer with a mischievous grin.

"We're going to abandon Thunder City. Thunder will escort everyone back to headquarters. And the moment the Archpresident receives my message, he'll destroy the Angel race branch on the Arcadia continent."

So the Mage Guild was launching a preemptive strike, aiming to eliminate the Angel race branches on two continents!

The humans were serious this time.

"I see. I'm in." But they had to act quickly. The Sea Race battlefield might present new challenges. "When do we strike?"

"Tonight, at midnight. You and the branch president will handle the two branches in the south. I'll take care of the central one. The Holy Church will keep the other factions occupied."

Wind's plan was simple and straightforward: a direct assault on the three Holy Cities. The sooner they acted, the better.

"We have an inside man in the Angel Holy City. We'll infiltrate the city and destroy the Sacred Pool in the main city's plaza, cutting off their teleportation."

"Alright, I understand. It's a simple, brute-force plan."

Alex glanced at the sky. It was still early. She didn't want to bring Wind to the undead Imperial Capital. She decided to use this opportunity to assess the Holy Church's strength.

After all, if Wind was confident in killing a third-stage Sovereign level angel, he must be incredibly powerful.

"Why aren't the Holy Church's Sovereign level beings participating in the war? Are there other factors at play?"

"You should know that the Angel race relies on faith to achieve godhood. I've tasked them with killing all the angels. That way, the third-stage angel's strength will gradually weaken, giving me a chance to kill him."

"And after this battle..." Alex asked, her voice grave.

"Don't worry, you can have all the enemy souls. That's how the undead race grows stronger."

"No, that's not what I meant." Alex interrupted him.

Wind paused, quickly understanding her concern. "That's right. The enraged Angel race will retaliate. All the races are prepared. The era crisis is coming."

As expected, everything was proceeding according to plan. But it was happening sooner than anticipated, and the humans were the ones initiating the conflict.

"Here, take this. When it glows, it means it's time."

Wind handed Alex a small, transparent orb before turning to leave. "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

"Okay. Hurry along, then." Alex nodded, dismissing him.

"So cold! I'm one of the Mage Guild's Seven Guardians! Can't you be a little nicer to me?" Wind grumbled before vanishing.

Alex ignored him and returned to the undead Imperial Capital to prepare. Although her target was only one Holy City, there was always a chance of unforeseen circumstances. She had to be cautious.

If the Angel race was eliminated, the humans would dominate the Eldoria continent.

The humans were already stronger than the Angel race. Why did they need the undead's help?

Could this be a gesture of goodwill from the humans and the Holy Church towards Alex?

...

Alex arrived at the Arsen continent. Her summoning sphere possessed abilities similar to Death Spirit's.

She needed to mark all her Emperor level undead so she could summon them directly to the Angel race's Holy City. Undead like the Reaper Guards and Death Spirit, who had their own teleportation abilities, didn't need to be marked.

Most importantly, she had to mark the Death Dragon, her Sovereign level undead.

The death angel was a fused troop type. Apart from Alex and Xiao Hui, neither Death Spirit nor Torin could summon them.

But this operation would result in the deaths of countless angels. Alex wouldn't let those precious souls go to waste.

She quickly marked all her Emperor level undead and gave Death Spirit some instructions, asking him to relay them to the others. Then, she returned to the undead Imperial Capital and headed south, alone.

Cliffside Mountain, undead fortress.

Alex materialized on the familiar cliff, the waves crashing against the rocks, creating a soothing rhythm. Everything seemed peaceful and serene.

She opened her map, studying the locations of the two Angel race branches. Wind had assigned her the eastern branch, the one that had sent angels to pursue Torin.

This undead fortress was roughly equidistant from both branches.

But the eastern branch required crossing the Skyreach Mountains, while the western branch lay beyond Eternal Night City. It seemed these two branches were strategically positioned to counter those two factions.

Speaking of which, the werewolves and vampires had been quiet for a while. Had they joined forces with the angels?

Alex shook her head. Werewolves and angels were already at odds, and vampires were inclined towards darkness. Besides, humans would not allow the angel race to absorb them.

Having determined her course, Alex set off.