Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

As queen of the undead empire and the lowest level among her leadership, Alex wouldn't be directly involved in combat. Her priority was to reach the third stage of Sovereign level and destroy more cores of will.

She had revisited the island and discovered that it had not only risen higher but its energy had also weakened, though it was still inaccessible to Sovereign level beings. She suspected that only those with the strength of pseudo-gods or greater could set foot on it.

Unexpectedly, the dragon race, instead of surrendering, had resorted to guerrilla tactics against the undead, clearly hoping for the Angel race to intervene.

Alex, unfazed, ordered a full-scale sweep of the Mossvale continent, determined to flush them out.

Conquering the Mossvale continent was only a matter of time. Her God's Path was becoming clearer.

Nearly half of the seven continental cores of will had been destroyed, a significant boon to Alex's power.

"Queen, the Sea Race High Priest has appeared again. She requests an audience with you," Death Spirit reported from the foot of the throne.

"Could it be a new divine decree?" Alex wondered, setting off for the Arsen continent.

The battlefield remained a gruesome stalemate, the air thick with the stench of decay. Sea Race corpses mingled with undead remains, the blood washing out to sea with each receding wave.

Both races, with their unique methods of replenishing their ranks, cared little for the losses among their lower-level combatants. This war had become a macabre performance.

Without the system, the Sea Race battlefield no longer provided substantial experience points, only a steady supply of corpses for her undead army.

Alex looked up at the woman being lifted by the waves nearby, then she flew to the front of the Sea Race High Priest.

"Our great Sea God, Poseidon, has awakened," the High Priest said, a playful smile on her face as she tilted her head. "You wished to speak with him. I've come to escort you."

"He wants to see me?" Alex asked, surprised, but quickly understanding the implication.

"Is there anyone else who could represent the undead empire?" the High Priest countered. "The Sea God has just awakened and cannot risk leaving the ocean. His divine power would be detected."

The High Priest waved a hand, and the sea parted, creating a path leading down into the depths. The surrounding Sea Race creatures retreated like a receding tide.

"He's abandoning the attack on the Arsen continent?" Alex asked, surprised by the abrupt ceasefire.

"Indeed. There's no longer any need to continue," the High Priest replied, gesturing for Alex to follow.

To the depths of the ocean, to meet the Sea God?

It seemed she had no other choice. The Sea Race's allegiance was crucial. They possessed enough power to tip the scales of this war.

With her various abilities and safeguards, Alex was confident in her survival. Even if this was a trap, she could escape quickly.

Following the High Priest, Alex descended through layers of underwater structures and mystical seals, finally arriving at a magnificent palace, nestled deep within the ocean floor.

There were no guards, only an oppressive aura that made Alex's heart pound. She could sense the Sea God's immense power.

Was this the Sea God?

A true god, the first she had ever encountered.

"Great Poseidon awaits within," the High Priest said, gesturing towards the final flight of steps leading to the palace entrance. "I can only escort you this far."

Alex nodded and approached the palace. With each step, the massive doors opened wider, revealing a pitch-black interior.

Without hesitation, she stepped inside. The doors closed behind her.

She finally stood before the legendary Sea God. He wasn't particularly tall, only about seven feet, with rippling muscles and blue-green skin.

He looked like an ordinary Sea Race being, but the faint divine power radiating from him was both dangerous and terrifying, an oppressive force that compelled submission.

A true god. His mere presence exuded an aura far beyond that of any pseudo-god or god.

"You must be the new undead lord," Poseidon said, his gaze fixed on Alex. A flicker of something complex, perhaps a distant memory, crossed his face. "You've made the same choice he did."

"Someone has to," Alex replied, her voice filled with the same unwavering confidence as the previous undead lord.

"Ascending to true god will be easy for you," Poseidon continued. "But if you wish to change this world, your power alone is insufficient."

He was referring to becoming a God of Creation.

"That's why I need the Sea Race's help," Alex said. "From what I understand, the Sea Race has been purging its ranks for millennia. Those fallen gods were likely aligned with the World's Heart. You orchestrated their deaths, using external conflicts to eliminate internal dissent."

Poseidon's expression remained unchanged. "That is only part of the reason. The other reason is that the Arsen continent's rightful rulers are the Sea Race."

"What?! The Sea Race rules the Arsen continent?"

Alex was stunned, her mind racing. She arrived at a shocking conclusion.

The Sea Race had destroyed the Arsen continent's core of will!

As long as the ruling race remained, the core of will couldn't regenerate. The reason the Sea Race had been attacked by all the land-dwelling races was because they had destroyed a core of will.

In the end, the weakened Sea Race had been forced to retreat to the ocean. But completely eradicating them was practically impossible.

No race dared to challenge the Sea Race in their domain. The ocean was their ultimate protection.

The Sea Race, with their natural barrier, couldn't be eliminated. The Arsen continent, devoid of its core of will, remained in a semi-desolate state. That's why the other races hadn't bothered to settle there.

"Indeed," Poseidon said, rising from his throne. He looked at Alex, his gaze intense. "From that moment on, the Sea Race has been firmly neutral. This is my final awakening. Whether you succeed in changing this world depends on your ability to survive."

It seemed Poseidon had lingered in this world for too long. He was about to ascend to a higher world.

He had no time left. He wanted to witness the rise of a new era.

"So that's why the Sea Race is ostracized by the land-dwelling races," Alex said, a wry smile on her face. It all made sense now.

There was no inherent animosity between the races. The Angel race, as minions of the World's Heart, were simply enforcing its will.

They wouldn't tolerate any race opposing the World's Heart.