Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Chapter 422: Attack the Mossvale continent

"They actually destroyed the core of will," Alex said, surprised by Xiao Hui's report. She had expected them to wait for the undead race to act first.

"Death Spirit, has there been any change on the island?" Alex asked, turning to Death Spirit, who had left a clone behind to observe the island.

"My Queen," Death Spirit replied after a moment, "the island has risen several meters!"

It had risen? So, when all the continents' cores of will were intact, the island had been at sea level?

"Does that mean it will continue to rise as more cores of will are destroyed?" Xiao Hui asked, intrigued.

"It's possible," Alex replied, nodding.

She suspected the island's energy had also changed, but Death Spirit, being only at Sovereign level, couldn't detect it.

"Mobilize all forces. Prepare to attack the Mossvale continent," Alex commanded, her eyes filled with steely determination. The dragon race was no match for the undead empire now. The theft of the Frost Heart had revealed their true allegiance.

"Yes, my Queen."

Xiao Hui and Death Spirit departed. The recent surge in undead numbers had been drastically reduced through fusion, creating tens of thousands of King level undead.

The undead army was not only vast but also far stronger than mere cannon fodder. The time had come to unleash the forces they had cultivated on the Sea Race battlefield.

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On the Mossvale continent, within the Rock Dragon kingdom, Drake stood guard. Since the last incident, the dragon race, fearing exposure, had taken precautions.

They hadn't openly antagonized Alex, but they had secretly deployed several Sovereign level dragons near the kingdom to monitor the undead race's movements on the Mossvale continent.

They still needed the undead race to keep the Sea Race in check.

This suggested that the dragon race's apprehension towards the Sea Race stemmed from some unknown factor.

Their earlier request for the undead race to distract the Angel race had been a ruse. The humans were the true threat.

A Death Spirit clone materialized beside Drake. He knew the time had come.

As a third-stage Sovereign level being, he was acutely aware of the spies lurking nearby.

With a pulse of his bloodline ability, he pinpointed the hidden dragons.

"Southeast, due west, northwest, and northeast," Drake reported.

Death Spirit waved a hand, and four pseudo-god undead emerged from the Portal of Transit, streaking towards the designated locations.

By the time the dragon spies sensed the danger, it was too late to transform and escape. Resistance was futile.

Against fellow Sovereign level beings, they might have had a chance. But against pseudo-gods, they were hopelessly outmatched.

The four death angels swiftly eliminated the spies. Dragon blood seeped into the earth, corroding the ancient trees, releasing plumes of white smoke.

"Attack!" Death Spirit commanded.

Several massive Silverscale Leviathans emerged from the Portal of Transit, soaring towards the heart of the Mossvale continent.

Simultaneously, several gods descended upon the dragon race's territory, unleashing waves of destructive black energy that incinerated everything in their path.

Their blatant arrival was a deliberate provocation, designed to draw out the dragon race's pseudo-gods.

Although the dragon race had only one god, their bloodline granted their pseudo-gods strength comparable to gods of other races.

Most of their pseudo-gods were currently occupied, holding back the Demon race's god-level combatants. They had few reserves. If they withdrew, the Demon race would push back against the Titans, turning the tide on both fronts.

The dragon race panicked under the undead onslaught. The oppressive aura of the undead gods was suffocating. After a moment, a few powerful dragons took to the skies.

Although dragon pseudo-gods possessed the strength of gods, they were outnumbered three to one.

"What is the meaning of this?" one of the dragon pseudo-gods demanded, hoping for a peaceful resolution.

"Kill them all!" Xiao Hui's cold voice echoed through the air.

The ten Race Kings attacked simultaneously.

The three dragon pseudo-gods, realizing they were outmatched, turned and fled.

They were three against ten, and all ten were god-level! Their retreat confirmed the suspicions of the other dragons.

Had the Dragon God(true god level) truly ascended?

If he were still present, they wouldn't fear a few undead gods.

Elsewhere, Alex, following Emberon's intel, launched precision strikes against the dragon cities.

Massive undead fortresses materialized, unleashing swarms of undead that devoured the cities like locusts.

Dragon breath attacks lit up the sky like fireworks.

Each attack was led by a pseudo-god, this was a full-scale invasion.

Alex ordered the mass construction of undead fortresses, unleashing her undead hordes to sweep across the Mossvale continent, aiming for swift and total annihilation.

She also sent a message to the dragon race: surrender and destroy your core of will, and the undead race will cease their attack.

Within a day, the undead race had conquered a third of the Mossvale continent. The dragon race suffered heavy losses.

All three dragon pseudo-gods were slain. The dragons fighting on the Valoria continent, enraged upon learning of the attack on their homeland, immediately withdrew and returned to the Mossvale continent.

They had underestimated the undead race. The intel had mentioned only one god and a few pseudo-gods. They hadn't expected over ten god-level combatants.

Without their true god, the dragon race was no match for the undead. And with their limited number of pseudo-gods, the Mossvale continent was on the verge of collapse.

But the enraged dragons were unwilling to surrender. The undead race's intervention had turned their easy victory into a desperate struggle.

The Angel race held the most advantageous position. The dragons could only hope that they would keep the undead race occupied while fighting the humans.

But to their dismay, the Angel race refused!

Ten god-level combatants were a significant force. They weren't willing to divert so much power to contain a potentially unpredictable undead race.

Moreover, they knew that the undead could only summon pseudo-gods. Their god-level forces were limited to the ten Race Kings, who couldn't be replicated. The Angel race didn't consider the undead a serious threat.

"Damn it!" a dragon leader roared, smashing the table before him. His rage was almost uncontrollable.

"At least this confirms that the humans are struggling," another dragon said, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. "If we hold out a little longer, the tide might turn."

"We have no other choice but to hope for the best..."