Yet refrained from launching an assault.
Instead, he observed in silence, as if attuning himself to some unseen force.
It appeared that the very beings who had previously attained divine status were these specters.
The goldenhaired man pondered deeply, recalling the peculiar demise of several royal figures during the divine incident.
A faint ripple of holy light emanated forth, and he closed his eyes, perceiving the surroundings with newfound clarity.
Moments later, his eyes sparkled with golden brilliance as he opened them.
North, he murmured with a smile, and in an instant, his form vanished from sight.
Neither the goblins nor the undead sensed his departure in the slightest.
Chapter 3:28.
A formidable foe approaches.
A city of the undead, a golden-haired man slowly stepped into the territory of the city of the undead, where a colossal black fortress materialized before him.
As he confronted the barrier that obstructed his path, he merely raised a hand to touch it.
And in an instant, a flash of golden light erupted, shattering the shield effortlessly.
With an air of nonchulence, he continued his leisurely walk towards the citadel.
At that moment, the defensive towers within the city sensed the intrusion and began to gather energy to fire upon him.
The undead outside were also roused, converging towards the man in a frenzy to salt.
Yet he strolled on with an unhurried grace, showing no inclination to retaliate.
Countless projectiles vanished before him.
And as the undead closed in within a mere 10 m, they all inexplicably perished, their soul flames extinguished, leaving behind only dust from their shattered bones.
Warning, enemy invasion.
Warning, crystal shield shattered.
at that moment by you, who had just completed an upgrade, was struck by the systems urgent notification, a wave of foreoding washing over her.
How could anyone have discovered my citadel? Upon a closer glance, she was met with the alarming news of nearly a thousand undead meeting their demise.
Bayou swiftly exited the palace and ascended the city walls, where she laid eyes upon the intruder.
He was a young man with golden hair and azure eyes clad in a simple yet elegant black robe adorned with a silk scarf at his chest and his striking white high heeled boots drew attention at that single glance by used pupils constricted.
Not a single undead had managed to approach him.
She couldn't even discern how he struck as all the surrounding undead were annihilated by an invisible force.
Bayou had never encountered such an enigmatic method of assault.
Even at her current level of LV9 king rank, she could not replicate such power.
A royal.
He was undoubtedly of royal caliber.
Rather than attributing his prowess to some extraordinary magic, Bayou was convinced he was a royal, though she was reluctant to concede this.
for it made no sense how he could see through the effects of her concealed chandelier.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of peril, Bayou recognized the immense pressure he exerted upon her, compounded by the fact that he had discovered her fortress, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Without a moment's hesitation, and without needing Bayou to issue a command, over 50 king-ranked beings within the citadel had already assembled at her side.
The army of the undead, inclusive of king-ranked entities, surged towards the golden-haired man at the gates.
So, he is an outsider.
It's no wonder he displays such rudeness, she thought.
The man glanced up at Bayou, who appeared anxious at top the city walls, and smiled to himself.
Then, a powerful golden light radiated from within him.
In an instant, thousands of undead were obliterated, with even some lowerranked royals falling victim to his might.
What? Bayou gasped in disbelief.
How could he be so strong? With a single strike, he had annihilated nearly 10 LV1 royals and over 10,000 undead.
Stunned, Bayou stared at the man, who suddenly lifted his gaze to meet hers.
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, a flash of golden light flickered in his eyes, causing Bayou to feel a sharp pain in her head, though it dissipated almost as quickly as it had come.
The army of the undead below, having endured considerable damage, suffered devastating losses.
The man surveyed the scene before him, seemingly enlightened, and a playful smile crept across his face.
How infuriating is the disparity between the king and emperor tears truly so vast.
Bayou had never witnessed an emperor in action, nor did he grasp the precise extent of the power difference between the king and emperor levels.
Ah, but he's within my domain.
In an instant, the system interface revealed the information of his opponent.
LV8 emperor level paladin commander almost at maximum level.
Indeed, it is no wonder that he could achieve such swift kills without lifting a finger.
Very well, let's engage.
Even an LV8 emperor level cannot afford to be idle today.
If worst comes to worst, I shall begin a new.
The four statues at the palace entrance trembled violently, fissures spreading across their surfaces as stones began to fracture.
Wings unfurled, and Bayou proactively awakened the stone golems of the four drive magic stone pillars.
Regrettably, they had not reached the emperor level, remaining at LV9 king level.
Yet, under the enhancement of the throne of bones, they could wield the strength of a half-step emperor.
Even by you currently occupied this level of power, all king level entities would receive a boost and he would exhaust his resources regardless.
As long as he remained unscathe, what was there to fear all at once? With a commanding shout, Bayou ordered all the king level beings to launch an assault on the man, including the pseudo king level undead.
As for the ordinary undead surrounding them, they served no purpose other than to absorb damage.
Bayou stood coldly upon the city wall, gazing down at the man who appeared utterly relaxed, even neglecting to wield a weapon, dispatching each king- level adversary with a single strike as he witnessed the accumulation of Kinglevel beings perishing before him.
Bayou felt no sorrow.
If not now, when else would he act? An LV8 emperor was nearly at maximum capacity.
Even a collective assault from lower level emperors would struggle to overcome him, let alone a horde of mismatched king level foes.
The man transformed golden light into weapons, effortlessly slaying an undead with a mere punch, palm, or kick, none of which the king level beings could withstand.
Conversely, the attacks from the undead were virtually ineffectual against him.
No, perhaps the term virtually could be discarded entirely.
They were utterly ineffective.
Surrounding the man was a transparent barrier of golden light impervious to any assault.
To merely graze, it would result in the immediate obliteration of one's soul.
The man maintained an air of ease, a faint smile gracing his lips.
Although he had not exchanged a single word with Bayou, it was evident that he regarded the confrontation as mere physical exercise, hardly exerting himself.
Yet, even so, this level of power could entirely annihilate the city of the undead.
Naturally, the man's objectives extended beyond mere destruction.
He was observing.
From the moment the undead began to perish in defense of Bayou, he recognized that her identity among the undead was anything but ordinary.
An outsider possessing such a multitude of undead who willingly sacrificed themselves for her protection.
How intriguing.
It seemed this encounter held a fascinating twist.
The temple and angels harbor a profound disdain for the undead.
intent on their complete annihilation, not merely due to their opposing nature, but rather because of the terrifying speed at which the undead proliferate.
This is a presence that even the angels find formidable.
Initially dismissing these feeble skeletons ultimately led to the emergence of the undead empire, which evolved into their greatest adversary.
The innate talent and formidable strength of the Lord of the Undead instilled fear among various factions.
And it was only after his mysterious disappearance that the angels commenced a widespread purge of all undead, striving to eradicate them entirely.
The vast undead empire was ultimately obliterated through the concerted efforts of these factions.
In the present day, they are resolute in preventing the rise of a second undead empire.
Despite their belief that a foreign entity could not achieve such a feat, undead that elude their control cannot be permitted to exist.
However, if they could harness the undead for their own purposes, it would become their greatest asset.
As for how to achieve mastery over the undead, the man's gaze fell upon Bayou at top the city walls.
This was the true reason the man had not yet made a serious move.
He was observing Bayou, intent on capturing her.
Chapter 3:29 Escape from Peril.
The golden-haired man had ascertained that Bayou held a remarkably high status within the undead clan.
Even if she could not command the entirety of the clan, her ability to summon troops was sufficient.
With this in mind, Wy expend energy subduing weaker races.
After his observations and amusement came to an end, he resolved not to squander any further time.