However, it is evident that the system would not permit a free lord to live in such comfort.

It is highly probable that upon attaining freedom, the bloodline and heritage within her would also vanish.

Bayou would never truly become a free person.

With the addition of the two formidable lords, Du Yong and Lee Lings, Bayou is determined to engage in a fierce confrontation with them.

Leings claims that her troops are also a form of calamity and Bayou has begun to grow curious about her unique forces.

Chapter 195, Aton Brandy on the edge of the dark forest found himself in a dire predicament.

After negotiating with Nia Exion, he had allocated all resources necessary for upgrading to a town of Brandy.

Just as Brandy managed to elevate his castle by one level, Nia Xen instructed him to refrain from further upgrades, advising him to remain concealed and await further notice.

The area of the level three castle was modest, and Brandy had exerted tremendous effort, utilizing alchemical magic to shroud it.

The originally limited space had now become even more constrained.

Just after Brandy achieved the upgrade, he was informed by NIA XIN that they would not be arriving anytime soon.

Consequently, due to the expansion of his territory, the entire formation began to exhibit cracks, significantly increasing the likelihood of detection.

In a fit of rage, Brandy cursed his misfortune.

Should he be discovered, his demise would be inevitable.

He hastily ventured outside the formation to mend the perimeter alongside his troops.

From the previous night until daybreak, Brandy dared not pause, fearing discovery.

While his undead minions kept vigilant watch around the outskirts, at that moment, a dark alchemist nudged Brandy, prompting an irritable response as he lowered his gaze.

What is it? Upon lifting his head, he was taken aback to see a black monstrous bird soaring above.

Undead, startled, Brandy was shocked at how quickly they had been discovered.

His heart raced as he scrambled to access the system panel, hoping to contact Nyakan.

The destroyer being a unit of Bayou had the ability to see the system panel and as an intelligent race understood Bry's intentions.

It immediately dove down toward Brandy.

This particular destroyer was of the commander level, and scanning the surroundings, Brandy and his cadre of dark alchemists lacked any commanders among them.

Even if there were, they possessed little offensive capability.

As for the undead, although the destroyer was puzzled by Bry's possession of them, it knew this matter required reporting to the queen.

Brandy and his troops found themselves utterly incapable of halting a commander level destroyer.

The dark alchemist had their own means of attack.

Yet, their efforts proved ineffectual against the destroyer.

One in the world was this undead creature.

The thousand plus skeletons he commanded were entirely ineffectual in his presence, clearly indicating Bry's limited understanding of the undead.

The destroyer abruptly interrupted Bry's plea for help, seizing him with one hand and lifting him into the air.

Soon, numerous destroyers and gargoyles converge upon the scene, encircling Bry's castle and his forces entirely.

A single misstep could lead to eternal regret.

Bry's countenance turned ashen.

The destroyer clutched Brandy and returned toward the castle.

Halting at the edge of the town's territory.

Report to the queen.

I shall keep watch over him here.

The destroyer commanded a nearby gargoyle which promptly understood and made its way back to the castle.

The destroyer had chosen to remain here to prevent Brandy from acquiring further intelligence as it was not well-versed in the system and was uncertain whether other means of communication existed.

Before long, the gargoyle returned to the castle where numerous intelligent undead resided, making it easy to ascertain the details of the unfolding events.

Undead? Bayou was utterly bewildered.

Wasn't she the sole possessor of the necrotic crystal? How could someone else summon the undead? To her astonishment, her suspicions were confirmed.

A hidden lord lurked nearby, one she had failed to detect.

All this while, the truth unraveled before her.

This wretched scoundrel had leaked her secrets.

Now the destroyer held him just beyond the town's borders.

Bayou soared toward them, covering the thousand-me distance in an instant.

There, clutched in the destroyer's grasp, was the lord, an elderly man dressed as a priest, his hair coiled in unruly tufts.

At Bayou's approach, the destroyer unceremoniously flung Brown to the ground.

Dazed and aching, Brown forced himself to look up at the undead lord hovering above.

The legendary ruler of the dead was an eastern girl and she couldn't t be older than 20.

Spare me, my lord.

I bear you no grudge.

I have elders to care for and children to raise.

Show mercy.

I beg you.

I swear feelalty.

Brown wailed writhing pitifully in the dirt.

His graveling sending a shiver of disgust down by us spine.

Kick him awake.

She ordered the destroyer.

Without hesitation, the monstrous being drove its foot into brown s stomach, launching him five or six meters away.

Three ribs snapped instantly, blood gushing from his mouth as he gasped in agony, too pained to utter another word.

So, you're the one who leaked my secrets by us.

Voice dripped with menace.

Brown, still reeling from the inexplicable assault, only grew more confused.

I I never left my castle.

How could I know anything about you? Even if I wanted you dead, I never spoke a word of it.

My lord, this is a mistake.

I wait, you're the Krabby Patty.

The realization struck him like lightning.

Why he never connected the nearby lord to the infamous necromancer? Everyone sought to destroy the one and only.

Seems you're still playing games, plotting with those lords to betray my location and kill me.

Kick him again before Brown could protest.

The destroyer as foot sent him flying once more, shattering another three ribs.

To his castle, Bayou commanded, weary of his denials, the destroyer seized the half- deadad man, and they soared toward his stronghold.

Pathetic excuses were all such men ever offered.

Who else could have betrayed her? He was the closest to her castle.

Yet even at death door, he refused to confess.

Soon guided by the destroyer Bayou arrived at Brown as Fortress where his forces encircled by gargoyles and destroyers stood frozen.

Abdunda Bayou observed the thousand strong skeleton army below nearly identical to her own.

At the sight of her, the creatures trembled and dropped to their knees in submission.

In the hollow sockets of some departed souls, the flames of their spirits were extinguished, leaving a scattered array of white bones upon the ground.

Blonder was rendered utterly bewildered.

What was transpiring? Why were the undead he had summoned bowing before this girl when he was their creator? As he observed the increasing number of undead transforming in a mere bones by you, equally perplexed turned to the destroyer for clarification.

What is happening your majesty? The destroyer replied.

They believe their souls have betrayed you and thus they willingly extinguished them as an act of atonement.

Upon hearing this, Blonder seemed to grasp a staggering revelation.

His expression one of incredul.

The undead would never stand in opposition to this girl, regardless of their creator.

Chapter 196.

Unexpected harvest of special troops as he gazed upon the gradually transforming skeletal remains below.

The scene profoundly impacted Blonder's soul, momentarily eclipsing the pain coursing through his body.

Who exactly was she? Bayou directed her attention towards the alchemists, all of whom belonged to the human race.

These were presumably the original troops of Blonder.

Their eyes were filled with terror as they looked at Bayou.

They were a band of alchemists.

Were they black alchemists? A sudden realization struck Bayou, illuminating why they were capable of creating the undead.

Black alchemy was indeed a variant of necromancy.