“Wow, you really have a lot of subjects!” Ruby exclaimed with envy, imagining how amazing it would be to have so many subjects herself.

Sophie had wanted to come over, but Alex had refused. Without any teleportation abilities, it would be suicide.

Sophie was currently at the top of Alex’s castle, watching the battle through a reconnaissance telescope she had taken from the dwarves.

Alex looked at the notifications of her undead being killed, feeling no emotional disturbance.

Even if ten thousand undead died, it didn’t matter. As long as she could wear down and kill the three Monarch levels, it would be a huge win.

Almost simultaneously with the arrival of the undead reinforcements, the other Commanding level werewolves finally arrived and joined the battle.

However, the Commanding level werewolves lacked soul attack capabilities, meaning they couldn’t kill the undead. Twenty Commanding level werewolves had no significant impact on the battle.

Today’s battle gave Alex a clear understanding of her undead army’s combat power. This was the first time she had deployed nearly all her undead.

The combat power of nearly forty thousand undead was indeed formidable.

But these undead could only hold off three Monarch levels simultaneously.

If it were just one Monarch level, the undead army could easily kill it. Two Monarch levels could be surrounded and worn down to death. However, if three Monarch levels decided to flee, the undead couldn’t stop them.

It was fortunate that the hobgoblin Shaman hadn’t come. Otherwise, Alex’s undead army might have struggled.

“Ah, I recognize that wolf! It was the one causing trouble when we first arrived. I was too weak to kill it then!” Ruby pointed out one of the werewolves she had encountered when she first came to the snowy mountain.

“Huh?” Alex followed Ruby’s direction and saw a group of werewolves, but she couldn’t tell which one Ruby was referring to.

“How can you tell? Don’t they all look the same?”

“Of course not! That werewolf has a big mouth, that one has a small nose, and that one has a scar on its face. Are all humans face-blind?” Ruby analyzed the werewolves’ appearances, but Alex wasn’t interested in listening. She pulled up her system dashboard to check her new abilities and enhancements.

The system dashboard was invisible to the native races of this world. Only Lords and their troops could see it. So Ruby only saw Alex’s hands moving in the air, not knowing what she was doing.

Alex was reviewing the abilities and enhancements she gained from reaching Monarch level, familiarizing herself with them. She needed to be prepared for the battle, knowing her capabilities.

Alex’s magic now included seven types: alchemy, curse, plague, dark, summoning, fire, and frost.

The last two were learned later, while the first five, except dark magic, had all been upgraded to mid-level.

Dark magic had been mid-level due to a previous draw, but it hadn’t upgraded to high-level with this advancement, which slightly disappointed Alex.

Although dark magic hadn’t reached high-level, she felt it had been subtly strengthened. She would need to test it in battle to understand the changes.

Frost Magic had advanced to high-level due to the Godhead’s power, while the other magics remained at mid-level.

Alex’s domain was named Death Domain, encompassing all undead traits like decay, withering, and death. It also integrated her five main magics, greatly enhancing her combat power within the domain.

Her right eye’s ability to enhance magic meant her fire and frost pseudo-domains had become true domains, with the frost domain being stronger due to its high-level status.

Reaching Monarch level, Alex instantly had three domains, which was extraordinary.

However, her left eye lacked the right eye’s ability, so dark magic and other magics couldn’t form separate domains. Her Death Domain was a combination of these magics.

Alex’s weapon had also been enhanced. Previously, her weapon’s tier had always been higher than her level, but this time it hadn’t advanced.

Even so, it had still been significantly strengthened.

[Companion Weapon: Grim Reaper’s Scythe]

[Quality: Monarch level weapon (upgradable)]

[Soul Concentration: 15%]

[Active Skill: Five types of undead magic.]

[Passive Skill 1: Attacks include soul strike and withering effects; victims slain by the scythe will be converted into undead.]

[Passive Skill 2: The weapon can be enchanted with magic without chanting or forming magic circles.]

[Passive Skill 3: The bell’s soul strike range and damage are increased.]

In simple terms, the scythe’s bell now had a larger influence range and could be enchanted with five types of magic, enhancing Alex’s combat power.

Alex was no longer worried. With Monarch level strength, she wasn’t afraid of them.

Once the undead had worn down the three Monarch levels, Alex would step in to finish them off.

In the sky, Lucian continued to observe the battle, amazed by the different races’ Monarch level strengths.

He was also shocked by the full strength of the undead Lord, Alex. He hadn’t expected her to hold off three Monarch levels with her troops.

Lucian regretted not having such power. If he did, he wouldn’t have been forced to submit to the vampires. He had considered rebelling, but his blood had already been taken. Even if he resisted now, it was futile.

The system was deliberately targeting Traitors like him, leaving them no options.

Lucian watched the two white figures in the distance, wondering why Alex was so confident. Even if her troops could hold off the Monarch levels, killing them seemed impossible. The Monarch levels were getting closer to Alex.

Why wasn’t she running?

Alex was also observing the three Monarch levels. The werewolf was unstoppable, but as he advanced, more undead surrounded him. Despite getting closer to Alex, he was increasingly entangled.

Bodhi was the least concerning. Alex could wear him down with her troops. Most of the undead were ground forces, surrounding a single Monarch level. Since Bodhi couldn’t fly, he had no escape.

Alex’s main targets were the vampire and the human mage.

Bodhi didn’t realize his life was ticking away. He kept trying to approach Alex but failed, surrounded by too many undead, including thirty to forty Commanding levels.

Under John’s command, the undead coordinated to block Bodhi, giving him no chance to break through.

Bodhi’s wolf shadow sprayed blood, forming giant wolves that attacked the undead. He leaped towards Alex, only to be intercepted by a zombie titan’s punch, forcing him back into the undead horde. A Black Warrior slashed deep wounds into him, and death conquerors and bone beasts swarmed him.

Without life, Bodhi’s bloodlust ability was useless, leaving him constantly drained and unable to recover or enter a berserk state.

Fifteen thousand undead surrounded Bodhi, with Alex and Ruby nearby but out of reach.

Just at this moment, a human mage was knocked down by the undead, severely injured.

Bodhi saw an opportunity and pounced, killing the mage and absorbing his blood, transforming him into a dried corpse. Bodhi’s muscles bulged, his eyes turned blood-red, and a violent aura surrounded him.

Bodhi’s attributes were enhanced, his body restored, and his wolf shadow grew brighter.

Alex was stunned. Was that even possible?

Clearly, Monarch levels were never simple. Even the seemingly easiest to kill, Bodhi, would require a significant effort from the undead.

In less than ten minutes, Bodhi could reach Alex. She placed her left hand on her right wrist, ready to act.

“Ruby, hide behind me,” Alex warned. Ruby reluctantly retreated.

Alex ignored the empty Godhead shell, burying it in the ground. She didn’t want the enemies to realize it was useless and leave.

None of the enemies could escape this time.

In the sky, Count Nocturne was hit by a ghost dragon’s beam, transforming into a swarm of bats that flew towards Alex.

The ghost dragon, bone dragon, liches, and necromancers attacked the bats, but one bat broke through and reached Alex.

Count Nocturne had planned to use this move to ambush the other Monarch levels, but with the werewolf and mage unable to break through the undead, he couldn’t wait any longer.

The bat transformed into Count Nocturne, who lunged at Alex with his clawed hand, aiming for her heart.

Confident in his speed and surprise attack, Count Nocturne believed a Commanding level couldn’t react in time.

But Alex had been watching the bat. She summoned her scythe, severing Count Nocturne’s arm and counterattacking.

Count Nocturne, shocked, transformed into bats and retreated, reforming in the distance.

Alex’s attack had only killed a few bats.

Count Nocturne hadn’t expected his ambush to fail. His severed arm burned with black flames, preventing immediate healing.

He needed to end this quickly or be overwhelmed by the undead. He also needed to retrieve his arm.

Count Nocturne, not used to wielding a sword with his left hand, drew his blood whip and lashed at Alex.

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