Volume 4 Chapter 113

Volume 4 + Chapter 113: Declaration of War!

The undead legion is an extraordinarily unique existence.

Upon this land, they are like a raging storm, sweeping across races and nations alike, devouring life and converting it into undead to sustain the continuation of the undead race.

Other races ensure their survival through reproduction and birth, whereas the undead choose slaughter.

From ancient times onward, they have always been a race that strikes terror wherever their name is heard.

Once this storm invades, weak races and nations may suffer utter annihilation.

The king who commands the undead legion is named Daleks, also known as the King of Storms.

Wherever he points the direction of the undead legion’s advance—save for a very few exceptional circumstances that may impede them—once a target is confirmed, they will never halt until the nation is fully devoured.

Yet today, something extremely strange occurred.

Clearly, there were no unexpected incidents, nor any powerful beings blocking the way, yet Daleks halted his advance without the slightest warning.

At this moment, the undead legion was already extremely close to its next target, its battle intent long since boiling over.

Although low-ranking undead have lost the ability to think, obedience to orders is almost instinctive. Since Daleks did not advance, the undead naturally chose to stop as well.

As a high-ranking undead with the ability to think—and also as a household retainer—Sigma, after receiving no response to his initial question, added a reminder.

“My king, we are already very close to the target location.”

“I know,” Daleks replied.

Since the King of Storms was aware, Sigma chose silence, waiting for the next instruction.

Daleks continued to gaze toward the direction of the Crimson Empire, allowing the dim yellow sun to sink beneath the horizon. Night fell, and every transformation of sun, moon, and stars was captured by his eyes.

The bright moon gradually became stained crimson, like a blood-soaked moon, casting red light upon the land. Soon after, darkness eroded the blood moon, completely swallowing it.

On the surface, this resembled a total lunar eclipse, but Daleks—who possessed extremely profound knowledge of celestial phenomena—knew that this was the manifestation of an anomaly.

“…This is bad,” Daleks murmured, as if he had glimpsed something within the darkness that devoured the moon.

Sigma hurriedly asked, “My king, could this be the terrifying enemy you once spoke of—one capable of threatening all life upon this land?!”

“Change direction. Head toward the Vampire Clan,” Daleks said. “Disaster is coming.”

The reaction of the King of Storms further confirmed Sigma’s suspicions.

Such an expression had appeared on Daleks only once before—when he had observed an anomaly in the past.

Still, for the sake of caution, Sigma confirmed once more.

“My king, are we not heading to the territory of the demi-humans this time?”

The undead legion’s original target this time was a nation belonging to the catfolk among the demi-humans.

They were utterly defenseless before the undead legion, half a day would be more than enough to devour that catfolk nation completely.

“The catfolk… their appointed fate has not yet arrived,” Daleks replied to his subordinate in brief words.

Hearing such weighty phrasing, Sigma immediately understood the gravity of the situation.

“Advance. We must protect this land.”

…

Crimson Empire, Imperial Capital, Imperial Palace.

“Divine Ancestor.”

The Vampire Clan knelt willingly upon the ground as one—whether court ministers or Vampire Clan Grand Dukes—displaying their loyalty to the Vampire Clan Divine Ancestor, Elizabeth.

In the previous chaos within the capital, all nobles who participated in the rebellion had been executed by Elizabeth.

As for the small number of remaining nobles and the remnants of their families, they were now being ruthlessly hunted down by the royal army. The Council of Elders was on the verge of becoming history within the Crimson Empire.

After witnessing her overwhelming strength, the entire Vampire Clan had completely submitted to Elizabeth. Toward the king of the upper races who had awakened from the mythological age, they revered her as a true god.

The Crimson Empire had reached an unprecedented level of centralized power, there was no longer any force capable of opposing Elizabeth.

After some time passed, the Vampire Clan would enter a new stage—one protected by faith and divine authority.

Such a system had existed only in the mythological era.

Although a small issue had arisen along the way, Elizabeth was nonetheless gradually restoring the ancient systems of the past within the modern Vampire Clan.

It could be said that such a Vampire Clan represented a crushing, dimensional-level advantage over other upper races.

“Although this feels a bit like bullying the other children, there’s really no helping it,” Elizabeth smiled faintly. “After all, in this era, I am the only one who possesses divine authority.”

Her plan could now advance to the next step.

“Divine Ancestor, there is an important matter I must report to you,” Morton said.

“Oh? What is it?”

Elizabeth’s gaze shifted to Morton.

Previously, no one had known the truth, believing Morton was genuinely opposing Elizabeth. Only later did the world learn that he had been Elizabeth’s planted agent within the Council of Elders.

After the turmoil in the capital, there was no longer any need for concealment, and he directly swore his loyalty.

“Divine Ancestor, foreign powers have in fact been in contact with former internal members of the Council of Elders, attempting to use the civil war as a pretext to dispatch armies into the Crimson Empire,” Morton reported.

“So they’ve grown impatient just because we revealed a few flaws?” Elizabeth said with clear disdain.

“At present, a small portion of the Council’s remaining nobles have defected and are preparing to draw in external forces in a bid to overturn the situation. Among them, the most radical is the troll race, which has already mobilized troops and arrived at the borders of the Crimson Empire.”

Morton asked,

“Divine Ancestor, do you require me to negotiate with the foreign races? If they understand that the Vampire Clan’s internal strife has already been resolved, and that aiding those nobles is meaningless, they should withdraw and avoid unnecessary conflict.”

“No. There’s no need for announcements or negotiations. Wipe out all those armies,” Elizabeth said. “Use this as the catalyst to launch a war.”

“What?”

The Vampire Clan members were momentarily stunned, but they quickly realized that the times had changed. Under the leadership of the Divine Ancestor, the Vampire Clan could completely crush any race!

“From this moment on, the Crimson Empire—”

Elizabeth stood up, facing the assembled crowd, issuing an order that would shake the entire land—an order destined to be recorded in history.

“Declares war on Fox Hill!”

“Declares war on the Elven Kingdom!”

“Declares war on the Dragon Kingdom!”

“Declares war on the Human World!”

“Declares war on the Troll Kingdom!”

“Declares war on the Giant Mountains!”

“Declares war on the Dwarven Kingdom!”

“Declares war on Goblin Gorge!”

“Declares war on the Orc Alliance!”

“Declares war on the Dark Elf Kingdom!”

“Declares war on the Minotaur Tribes!”

“Declares war on all nations of this land!”