Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

On the continent of Arsen, along the southern coastline, a colossal cliff rose from the sea. Perched atop this precipice stood a magnificent kingdom, the territory of the fallen angels.

Lilith stood upon the ramparts, her gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the ocean, its horizon merging seamlessly with the sky.

Four months had passed since her arrival on planet Astralon, and this was the first time she had witnessed a cloudy day on the Arsen continent. She had initially assumed that, like Eldoria, one continent perpetually basked in sunshine while the other remained shrouded in perpetual gloom.

Now it seemed that it was merely the influence of ordinary weather patterns.

Towering waves crashed relentlessly against the cliff face below, their thunderous roar a constant presence.

As time passed, the sky grew increasingly overcast, and a fierce wind whipped across the sea.

The wind, funneling through the windows, buffeted Lilith's face, sending her long hair swirling behind her.

Pitter-patter!

Pitter-patter-patter!

Raindrops began to fall upon the palace, quickly intensifying into a torrential downpour.

Lilith frowned slightly. Rain usually brought her a sense of tranquility, but today, an unsettling premonition gnawed at her.

Her gaze drifted towards the distant sea, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she noticed several creatures emerging from the churning waters. They possessed wings and bodies covered in scales.

Sea race creatures!

What followed sent chills down Lilith's spine. More and more Sea race creatures surfaced, their numbers swelling rapidly.

Soon, as far as her eyes could see, the entire ocean teemed with Sea race creatures!

There were at least a million of them!

They surged towards the Arsen continent, carried by the wind and waves. Lilith immediately rushed out, taking to the sky.

Along the seemingly endless coastline, Sea race creatures were making landfall everywhere.

"The Sea Race is invading the land!"

Lilith stood amidst the driving rain, her mind reeling. Her kingdom, situated on the continent's edge, was the first in their path.

She swiftly summoned all the fallen angels and the elf troops under her control, assembling them at the cliff's edge, ready to defend with all their might.

She couldn't be bothered with the Sea Race invading other regions, but if they dared to encroach upon her kingdom, she would fight them to the bitter end!

The Sea Race was clearly prepared for this invasion. The entire ocean was a sea of sea race creatures. It was likely that every coastline on the Arsen continent was currently under attack.

Soon, the Sea Race reached the shore, scaling the cliffs and engaging in fierce combat with the elf troops under Lilith's command.

Initially, the elves, leveraging their terrain advantage, easily repelled the invaders. However, as the enemy's numbers swelled, elf casualties mounted. The defensive line at the cliff's edge was on the verge of collapse.

It was time for the fallen angels to intervene.

Lilith, weapon in hand, plunged into the fray. She knew that if the line fell, her newly established kingdom would face utter annihilation.

But the Sea Race was a formidable force in its own right, relying on more than just sheer numbers.

The higher-ranking Sea Race creatures lurking in the depths quickly took notice of the situation and dispatched reinforcements.

Countless Commanding level and Monarch level sea creatures began to make landfall. Within moments, the elf defenses crumbled entirely, and even the fallen angels began to suffer casualties.

Cold sweat beaded on Lilith's forehead as she witnessed the unfolding carnage, her heart pounding in her chest.

The Sea Race's assault showed no signs of abating; in fact, it grew even fiercer.

Although no King level sea race creatures had yet joined the battle, Lilith was the only King level being in the fallen angels' kingdom. Facing a relentless onslaught of Monarch level troops, they would soon be overwhelmed.

While Lilith possessed numerous life-saving abilities, ensuring her own survival, the fallen angels' kingdom was doomed.

"Damn it, what do we do?!"

"Where are the other races of the Arsen continent? Are they all dead?"

Even the usually composed Lilith found herself growing agitated. As far as she could see, apart from her own forces, vast numbers of sea race creatures had already begun to advance inland.

In their wake, the Sea Race left nothing but carnage, slaughtering every land creature they encountered, leaving no survivors.

Humans also had cities on the Arsen continent, but they were located in the center. It would take time for them to learn of the events unfolding on the border.

The waves grew even more turbulent. Lilith couldn't shake the feeling that the sea level had risen slightly.

But she quickly dismissed the thought. How could that be possible?

As the battle raged on, the rainwater on the ground turned crimson with blood.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Lilith was nearing exhaustion. Her mana points were almost depleted, yet the Sea Race Monarchs seemed endless. The enemy had yet to deploy any King level creatures, relying solely on these Monarch level troops to wear her down.

The ground was littered with the corpses of sea creatures. The elf troops had been completely wiped out, and the fallen angels had suffered heavy losses. They now circled in the sky, desperately trying to hold their own.

Most of the fallen angel casualties were due to exhaustion, their strength drained in the relentless fight.

The Sea Race creatures that had scaled the cliff were overwhelming, and the defensive line was about to crumble completely.

"Do we have to abandon the kingdom..."

Lilith felt a sense of defeat. Her face and clothes were stained with a mixture of Sea Race blood and rainwater.

She knew that in the face of such a life-or-death crisis, allies wouldn't come to their aid. After all, helping others required ensuring one's own safety first. The best course of action was to abandon the kingdom and flee.

"Wait, the undead!"

A sudden realization struck Lilith. The Sea Race's surprise attack had clouded her judgment, hindering her ability to think clearly.

How could she have forgotten about the undead!

The Sea Race excelled at overwhelming their enemies with sheer numbers, but so did the undead!

"Morgana, go to the Undead Empire immediately and request that they send a few necromancers!"

Hope flickered in Lilith's eyes. She immediately issued the order to a nearby fallen angel. At this rate, as long as the Sea Race didn't deploy any King level creatures, with the help of the undead, they wouldn't be able to conquer the fallen angel kingdom!

A few Monarch level necromancers were nothing to the undead empire, so they would surely agree to her request.

With just a few necromancers, Lilith could turn the tide of the battle!