Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Chapter 82: Shut up, don't tell me what to do

Flames immediately ignited around Alex, enveloping her body and melting the ice upon contact.

Similarly, Samson conjured a huge ice ball around himself to dodge the werewolf creature's attacks.

Lucian, who couldn't use magic, had to endure the werewolf creature's magical attacks directly, which was somewhat embarrassing. He once again pulled out his damaged black cloak, floating it above his head to block the ice crystals.

The werewolf creature noticed—one was in a fireball, another in an ice ball, and only this one holding a tattered cloth was easy to attack.

Just as Lucian used the black cloak to defend against the werewolf creature's magic, the creature approached him, its claws piercing through Lucian's body once again.

This time, the werewolf learned from its experience; the claws that penetrated Lucian's body sliced upward, nearly tearing his body in half.

Lucian fell to the ground, blood gushing out, his eyes widening in shock. The blood around him instantly formed into spikes, attacking the werewolf creature in front of him.

The werewolf formed an ice armor for defense, but unexpectedly, it was corroded by Lucian's blood.

The blood-formed spikes successfully penetrated the werewolf creature's body, corroding holes and leaking green pus.

Roar!

The werewolf roared in anger, surprised that it had been breached by this nearly split human.

Lying on the ground, Lucian's body was again pierced by ice spikes emerging from the ground, lifted high, with layers of ice forming on his surface. His blood flow slowed, and his bodily functions declined, as he was about to be completely frozen by the werewolf creature.

Suddenly, a red magic circle appeared on the ground.

Boom!

A massive column of fire shot up, covering Lucian completely. Alex's fire magic successfully thawed him.

Lucian burst through the flames, holding a sword formed from his own blood, and stabbed directly at the werewolf creature's throat.

The werewolf creature, now aware of the effects of Lucian's blood, wouldn't be fooled a second time. A huge ice wall appeared in front of it to block Lucian.

But just as the ice wall formed, it suddenly shattered.

It was Samson in the distance controlling the ice elements!

Samson realized his half-baked frost magic was nowhere near as strong as the werewolf creature's; his magic was basically ineffective against it, so he could only assist from the side, disrupting the ice elements the werewolf conjured.

Lucian, holding the blood sword, stabbed at the werewolf, but the brief moment of delay was enough for the creature to react.

The werewolf dodged, but Alex suddenly arrived from behind, blocking its path with her scythe.

Lucian, now quite pale from blood loss, attacked again with the blood sword. If he didn't strike the werewolf soon, the remaining blood wouldn't be enough to maintain the weapon's form.

Lucian's blood sword successfully pierced the werewolf creature's back, hissing as it corroded.

The werewolf, in pain, flung Alex away and swiped at Lucian with a claw.

Lucian's newly healed body was torn open again.

At this moment, Lucian felt like his two teammates were just acting, and he was the only one truly fighting.

Alex felt it was about time; she could probably steal the kill now. She raised her hand, and a huge fire magic circle appeared.

Instantly, a sea of fire surged towards the werewolf, melting the surrounding snow.

The werewolf not to be outdone, also conjured a blue-white frost magic circle.

A blizzard mixed with ice crystals met Alex's sea of fire.

The contact between the fire and the blizzard created a massive steam explosion, surrounding the area in fog.

Samson was dumbfounded. She's an undead Lord, how can she have such strong fire magic?

Lying on the ground, Lucian cursed Alex countless times in his mind. With such powerful magic, why hadn't she used it earlier!

The steam mixed with the blizzard obscured everyone's vision. Alex teleported in front of the werewolf creature, which, though it couldn't see, sensed the girl's position and defended with its claws.

Alex's left eye emitted light, instantly capturing the werewolf creature's attack. She deftly dodged to the side, her scythe cutting directly into the werewolf creature.

The scythe easily broke through the werewolf creature's armor, slicing into its flesh.

A severed arm with long claws flew backward, landing right in front of Lucian, who twitched.

Roar!

The soul-deep pain made the werewolf unable to endure, letting out a painful roar, its severed arm still burning with black flames.

Alex punched the werewolf creature in the stomach, and from her fist to her wrist, three black magic circles of increasing size appeared.

Boom!

Black flames burst from the magic circles, piercing through the werewolf creature's stomach, the immense force sending it flying backward.

Alex teleported and landed steadily.

The werewolf creature fell next to Lucian, who was startled and quickly moved aside.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Lucian said angrily.

"What? I can't hear you!"

Alex tilted her head and shouted next to her ear.

The werewolf creature, severely injured by Alex's dark magic, tried to extinguish the flames but failed despite all attempts.

Alex approached the severely wounded werewolf with her scythe.

"Why didn't you use that black flame earlier!"

Lucian seriously suspected Alex was throwing the fight, but he had no proof.

"My Mana Points aren't unlimited; of course, I need to recover."

Alex shrugged, indicating it wasn't her fault.

Samson, realizing there was no longer any danger, also approached from a distance.

"Hey, man, you're pretty lame!"

Alex teased Samson.

Samson laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to respond. How could he have imagined that this white-haired girl was so powerful?

"Can you stop talking and just kill it with your black flame!"

Lucian urged, looking at the ice-encased werewolf creature's body. He dared not use his blood for attacks anymore; if these two Lords changed their minds, he wouldn't even have the strength to run.

"Shut up, don't tell me what to do!"

Samson shivered on the side, not daring to speak, surprised that such a pretty girl could be so fierce.

Alex raised her hand, and five black spears appeared, instantly piercing the werewolf creature's body.

Three in the head, two in the chest—the red light in the werewolf creature's eyes completely extinguished.

[Congratulations, Lord, for successfully killing a level 6 Commanding level Frost Werewolf, gaining 160 experience points.]