Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Chapter 434: Grim Reaper had arrived

Alex and the System were still in a deadlock. A faint smile appeared on the System's face as his entire body became blurry, as if he was about to burrow directly into her.

The scythe flew from Alex's hand, and a massive black shadow appeared, severing the energy link. She quickly retreated, the scythe returning to her grasp.

"What are you waiting for? Let's take him down together!" Alex roared. In an instant, the six gods and Alex lunged forward, combining their power to attack the System.

The divine war erupted once more.

Alex swung her scythe, slashing fiercely at the System. The blade ripped through space with a sonic boom, aiming to cleave him in two.

The System was incredibly fast. His divine power possessed terrifying and bizarre properties, allowing him to effortlessly parry the attacks of all the gods. Only Alex, who wielded the same divine power, made him wary.

He raised a barrier to block Alex's attack, and the divine power swirling around him shot out like rays, repelling the gods. In the next second, white divine power gushed forth, transforming into a tidal wave that surged outwards.

Alex's pupils constricted. She felt her divine power go dormant. A white light expanded in her vision, and she desperately twisted her body.

*Tch!* The attack pierced Alex's left shoulder. Life Link was useless against the System.

Scalding blood sprayed from the sky. Her eyes blazed with dazzling light, and terrifying dark divine power surged from her back. In the next moment, the System's arm, reaching for Alex, froze in place.

A sharp blade of light severed the arm, followed by another aimed at his chest.

A white barrier appeared before the System, attempting to block Alex's attack. However, a black ripple suddenly emanated from within her, washing over everything.

The System's divine power dimmed abruptly, his movements slowing. Even the six gods surrounding him were affected.

In a flash, Alex had replicated the System's technique. Their divine powers were on the same level, making this possible.

The scythe, enveloped in dark divine power, pierced the System's body without resistance.

The System's eyes widened. In an instant, terrifying black and white divine powers collided, exploding outwards from the two of them.

He gripped Alex's scythe, preventing it from advancing an inch. Within the System, it was as if a black flame had ignited, fiercely battling against his own being.

The two remained locked in this stalemate. Blood flowed, staining Alex's clothes crimson. She gripped the scythe tightly, struggling to maintain her hold.

The System was furious. His power began to darken, his divine energy waning.

The situation had reached a bizarre equilibrium. The six gods didn't intervene.

As their divine powers neutralized each other, a different energy began to emerge from within the System, slowly dissipating.

It was the power of Nytheria's core of will!

If they interfered now, they would interrupt this process. If the System escaped, the consequences would be dire.

"I brought you into this world! You think you can kill me?!" The System snarled at Alex, teeth gritted. He couldn't believe he'd been pushed to this point.

"Then... let's see!" Black divine power erupted. Alex attacked with reckless abandon, forcing the System to retaliate in kind.

"The undead lord will die," the Angel True God stated calmly. The other five gods were taken aback.

They had assumed the worst-case scenario was a mutual destruction.

Unfortunately, while Alex's divine power was potent, her reserves were too small to outlast the System.

The System's body, after all, had a continuous supply of energy.

Not only did the gods know this, but Alex did as well.

"Death Spirit... I'm sorry..." Alex, straining, her face contorted, uttered these cryptic words.

In the next second, a black shadow appeared beside her: the Death Spirit.

Unable to speak without possessing an undead, it simply glanced at Alex, its black mist churning as if in a final farewell. Then, without hesitation, it merged with Alex!

Terrifying dark divine power soared skyward. Alex's wounds began to heal, and a massive black shadow manifested behind her.

Grim Reaper had arrived.

Scythe in hand, it loomed over the System and struck!

"No!"

Black and white divine powers surged, the world dissolving into chaos, like a black hole devouring everything around it.

The gods were stunned. The undead lord had a hidden ace up her sleeve. She had single-handedly destroyed the System's avatar!

.....

The energy dissipated, and the world returned to peace.

At the center of the battlefield, only Alex remained. She stood, scythe in hand, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from her brow and onto her beautiful white hair.

She looked at the six gods, each representing the most powerful races on Astralon.

"I want to become the God of Creation, to inherit the will of the World's Heart and protect this world. Will you aid me?"

The gods exchanged glances. The Angel True God now understood the System's scheme. The ravaged planet of Astralon desperately needed a new God of Creation.

"We will aid you, and restore peace to the world!" The six gods spoke in unison, their voices echoing across the planet.

All races ceased their conflicts, their gazes fixed on the massive island floating in the sky.

The seven continents had merged into one, leaving only a void at the center. Aether Isle continued its descent.

Alex stood at the heart of Aether Isle, the six gods surrounding it. Seven divine powers surged forth, intertwining with the energy of the World's Heart. A colossal beam of light shot skyward, radiating brilliant, multicolored light.

All races awaited the arrival of their new God of Creation.

Meanwhile, on the continent of Arsen...

Drake leaned weakly against a boulder, blood still seeping from his wounds. His breath grew shallow, his divine power leaking outwards.

"Hah... is this the end...?"

He looked towards Aether Isle, seeing the beam of light. He knew Alex was about to succeed.

Drake had been gravely wounded in the dragon war. He had traded blows with his opponent, securing victory at the cost of near-fatal injuries.

His divine power was fading. He struggled to contain it, but the damage was too severe.

The Rock Dragon kingdom had been caught in the crossfire of the Dragon Pseudo-God's wrath and destroyed.

Without the power of faith, Drake's wounds wouldn't heal.

He knew he was at his limit. No one could save him.

He took one last look at the sky, at the beam of light brimming with divine power. Memories flashed before his eyes.

He remembered his life on Earth, his arrival in this world, meeting Alex, and now, his end. "Too bad... I won't see it..."

Drake closed his eyes, his arm falling limply to the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, a group arrived. It was Sophie, Ruby, and the others who had escaped before the destruction of the undead empire, along with Lilith, Satan, and the other Lords.

The undead army had already been deployed to other battlefields during the evacuation. They wouldn't simply hide; they would fight for their queen to the very end.

"Drake!" Sophie cried, rushing forward. Everyone saw his body. This was the meeting point Death Spirit had designated before its demise.

"He's dead," Satan said somberly, standing beside Sophie.

"Death Spirit... where's Death Spirit? What's happening on the battlefield?" Sophie turned to the others, but they didn't respond. She looked around, but the familiar black figure was nowhere to be seen.

The strongest among them were only Sovereign level. They couldn't sense the divine energy or understand the significance of the beam of light.

Silence fell, broken only by Sophie's heartbroken sobs as she stared at Drake's body.

"Xiao Mu... Drake... Chi-Chi..."

War was cruel. It wasn't only the enemy who died; friends and allies fell as well.

The sun set, casting a warm glow over the familiar yet alien landscape.

With a resounding boom, Aether Isle connected with the seven continents, finally uniting the land.

The beam of light in the sky vanished.

A gentle breeze swept outwards from Aether Isle, quickly spreading across the continent.

The world shifted, the setting sun beginning to rise. The approaching night transformed back into day.

All races watched in stunned silence.

As the breeze touched them, they felt invigorated, their wounds rapidly healing. Those on the brink of death were revitalized.

Drake was reborn.

Not just him, but all those who had perished were brought back to life.

A massive barrier enveloped the world, then faded from view.

Ruined buildings and cities rose into the air, swirling and merging, restoring themselves.

On the continent of Eldoria, the magnificent undead empire reappeared. The Dark Forest returned, the chasm in the Frost Wind snowy mountain closed, and blizzards raged once more.

On Nytheria, the walls of the Angel Divine Kingdom mended themselves.

On Mossvale, the Dragon God Temple rose from the earth.

...…..

Everything was being restored, all thanks to Alex.

At the center of Aether Isle, the energy of the World's Heart had completely dissipated, leaving behind an ordinary island.

Alex stood calmly, her white hair flowing, her gaze cold as ice.

She had realized the truth. It was all because of the System.

Without him, the World's Heart would have readily accepted a new God of Creation from the inhabitants of the land.

It would have been a simple matter for any race with sufficient talent.

Because of the System, this planet had gone tens of thousands of years without a new God of Creation.

She looked towards the sky, her gaze piercing the void to the System's true body hiding in the outer reaches.

The System seemed to sense her gaze and turned to flee.

But it was too late. As he turned, his body was annihilated in the vast emptiness.

A brilliant light flashed in the sky, visible even in the daytime, like a firework.

Every living being on the planet witnessed the light, but none understood its meaning. Only the six True Gods knew that the System had been utterly destroyed by Alex, the new God of Creation.

This world would finally know peace. There would be no more conflict between extraterrestrial visitors and the native races.

Alex lowered her gaze to the six True Gods. "I will not interfere in racial disputes. However, if any of you ignite another divine war and bring ruin upon this world, do not expect me to show mercy."

The six gods responded in unison, "As you wish, great God of Creation!"

The World's Heart could banish True Gods, and so could Alex. But she wouldn't.

As the new ruler of this world, she would establish her own rules.

Racial conflicts would never truly cease, but Alex would impose limitations. As the price for remaining in this world, the True Gods would retreat and refrain from interfering with other races.

The continents were re-divided, each corresponding to a powerful race. The undead retreated into the shadows, becoming the enforcers of this world, watching over all.

Arcadia: Humans

Nytheria: Angels

Mossvale: Dragons

Tyrangar: Titans

Arsen: Sea Races

Valoria: Demons

Eldoria: Werewolves

Order was restored, and the races reached an agreement. Peace settled over the world.

The Dark Forest became the domain of the undead.

They had suffered heavy losses in the war. Nine of the eleven Race Kings had fallen, along with Drake and Xiao Mu. But with Alex becoming the God of Creation, they were all reborn.

Alex sat at the head of the undead palace's main hall, surrounded by her people. Everyone had returned, but a flicker of uncertainty remained in her eyes.

Then, a smile spread across her face.

A cute girl with a pretty butterfly hair clip approached, smiling brightly.

"Hi, Miss Alex! Long time no see! I missed you so much!"

Chi-Chi had returned.