Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

From her vantage point in the western undead fortress, Alex could sense the earth-shattering clash between the Alpha Werewolf and the Vampire Antediluvian.

Their battle raged in the skies above the heartland of their respective territories, a spectacle of raw power that resonated even from this distance.

She gazed southward, discerning that this was no mere sparring match. Both were unleashing their full might.

"If the Vampire Antediluvian loses, will he really agree to a merger?" Alex thought.

But she quickly dismissed the thought. It wouldn't be that simple. The moment either of them sensed defeat, they would likely ascend to pseudo-godhood.

That was the most likely scenario. The Alpha Werewolf was gambling, betting on Alex's promise to come to his aid.

He had already informed Alex about the (Vampire race) blood clan's strength. Besides the Antediluvian, a third-stage Sovereign level being, there were five first-stage Sovereign level vampires.

One had been killed by the Alpha Werewolf in a previous clash, leaving only four. Alex was confident in her ability to handle them alone.

With a plan in mind, Alex activated her invisibility skill and set off towards the vampires' stronghold.

Eternal Night City. Judging by its name, it shouldn't be that large, just a city. How many vampires could a single city hold?

But she was curious about how the blood clan had managed to thrive for so long.

When Alex arrived at Eternal Night City, she was stunned. This wasn't just a city. It was practically a divine kingdom in the making.

"It seems the Vampire Antediluvian has been preparing for his ascension to pseudo-godhood. The Skyreach Mountains, on the other hand, haven't made any such preparations."

This comparison made the Alpha Werewolf seem even more trustworthy.

"Death Spirit, wipe out this city!"

Alex issued the command. Death Spirit materialized, instantly splitting into hundreds of clones that descended upon the vampire kingdom like black meteors.

Hundreds of domains unfolded, blanketing the entire city. The unsuspecting vampires were caught off guard and slaughtered in an instant.

Even King level vampires were no match for this onslaught. The Emperor level vampires reacted quickly, but they were still no match for Death Spirit, who was also at Emperor level.(The clones possesses Emperor level)

Four Sovereign level vampire princes, clad in crimson robes, took to the skies, radiating powerful auras, attempting to confront Death Spirit.

But a beautiful woman wielding a massive scythe stood in their path.

"Who are you? I advise you to leave here quickly, otherwise we will surely make you regret it!"

Sensing Alex's power, the four vampire princes hesitated, resorting to threats.

"Hmph."

Alex smirked. The next moment, a black blade flashed, cleaving through the air, bisecting all four vampire princes before they could even react.

Their prized self-healing abilities were useless against this strange power. They could only watch in despair as their life force drained away.

The woman before them remained motionless, as if the attack had been a trivial matter.

The vampire princes were filled with despair. Their life force rapidly faded, their bodies plummeting towards the ground as their strength waned.

"Death Spirit, I leave the rest to you! These vampire princes are all Sovereign level. Don't waste their corpses."

Alex glanced down at Eternal Night City, now engulfed in black flames.

"As you wish, Queen."

Alex, accompanied by her death angel, rushed towards the battlefield where the Alpha Werewolf and the Vampire Antediluvian were clashing.

...

The sky had turned blood red. Two colossal figures, one black, one crimson, grappled with each other, their forms intertwining, each attempting to devour the other.

Vampires and werewolves were both warlike races. Despite their familiarity with each other, they hadn't spoken a single word since the battle began.

It was as if this duel was something they both craved, or perhaps they both understood its significance.

Words were unnecessary. The victor would dictate the outcome.

Suddenly, the Vampire Antediluvian froze, blasting the Alpha Werewolf away with a shockwave of blood. His face contorted with rage.

"Eternal Night City is under attack! Fuck you, Skoll! You tricked me!"

"Foolish Dracula, you didn't even see it coming?" Skoll roared with laughter.

"Then we'll die together!"

Dracula transformed into a handsome man with pale skin, his anger barely contained.

"Eternal Night City is recognized by the World's Heart! I hereby establish a divine kingdom, using the power of faith to ascend to godhood!"

Dracula's voice boomed across the battlefield. Skoll, his expression calm, seemed to have anticipated this. He didn't try to stop him, knowing it was futile.

He could only wait for Dracula to become a pseudo-god. He had no intention of fleeing.

A crimson-gold light enveloped Dracula, drawing in the faith power from Eternal Night City.

But it was a meager amount, a paltry offering of tainted faith from the vampire's subjugated races.

Dracula realized that not only were the vampire princes dead, but Eternal Night City was also lost.

Who could have accomplished this in such a short time?

There was no such powerful being on the Eldoria continent!

But he had no time to dwell on this. The ascension ritual was nearing completion. Even as a pseudo-god, he could easily crush Skoll.

The blood-gold light faded, revealing the Vampire Antediluvian, radiating a formidable aura.

But He froze.

"You were behind the attack on Eternal Night City!"

A human woman stood beside Skoll, accompanied by four creatures: two resembling angels, two resembling dragons.

"Kill him!"

Alex commanded casually. The four undead charged towards Dracula.

"Four pseudo-gods!"

Dracula was stunned. For the first time, he felt a sense of dread.

He had ascended to pseudo-godhood, but with Eternal Night City destroyed, his faith power was meager. He was the weakest among pseudo-gods.

He had lost 99% of his subjects. He couldn't replenish his divine power through faith.

If this dragged on, he would be defeated when his divine power was exhausted!

"Skoll, I won't forgive you! I'll kill you myself!"

Dracula roared, turning to flee. But two more pseudo-gods appeared behind him.

Six!

Six pseudo-gods surrounded him, blocking all escape routes!

Dracula knew he could not escape; he transformed into a massive red shadow, spreading across the sky like a domain. He would fight to the death!

Skoll and Alex retreated quickly. They couldn't intervene in a battle between pseudo-gods. The slightest misstep could result in instant death.

"You have this many Godheads?"

Skoll was surprised. The battle's outcome was no longer in doubt. He had assumed the undead race only had one pseudo-god. Alex had surprised him.

"Even you can be caught off guard, huh?"Alex scoffed.

The Alpha Werewolf didn't seem to mind, chuckling instead.

"I see. I understand how you did it now."