But the right I was also her own.
Surely it could not be weaker than the left.
How curious.
Before she could ponder further, the system displayed yet another notification.
Conditions for establishing a kingdom.
Strength at royalty achieved.
Ti of the kingdom achieved.
City upgrade to maximum level not achieved.
Unlock conditions for advancing to an empire.
Strength at monarch level.
Kingdom must possess at least 30 cities, minimum of 20 affiliated races.
Indeed, it is possible for a kingdom to ascend to an empire.
However, it appears that the conditions for this elevation are comparably arduous to those required for upgrading the kingdom's tier.
The latter two conditions are manageable.
The real challenge lies in the ascension of the monarch.
Should one fulfill the kingdom's tier upgrade prerequisites before achieving monarch status, one may utilize the empire's tier, otherwise one must proceed with the standard elevation.
Naturally, the quicker option shall be pursued.
These matters, however, are far from Bayou's immediate concerns.
She glanced once more at her attributes.
Ascending to the imperial level had directly augmented each attribute by 100 points.
With her left eyes, magic elevated to advanced levels.
She finally comprehended the implications of the systems enhancements.
Ah, I still possessed the enhancement crystal.
Upon reviewing her status panel, Bayou recalled that the throne of bones would no longer serve her after reaching the imperial level.
Thus, it seemed fitting to bestow the crystal's initial enhancement upon the throne of bones.
The other functionalities were inconsequential.
What mattered most was the one five times experience boost.
Bayou retrieved the crystal and enhanced the throne of bones, which consequently lost its luster and would require 24 hours to recharge fully.
As anticipated, once the throne of bones iscended to the imperial level as a special structure, the experience boost feature was likewise elevated to imperial status.
Furthermore, its effective range expanded from the palace to encompass the entire city.
splendid.
Her face radiated with joy, and in a moment of exuberance, she leapt from the throne, nearly losing her balance.
Cursed be her clumsiness, Bayou was now exceedingly anxious, concerned about the battlefield situation.
She instantly teleported to the bathroom.
Gathering her hair high and employing the speed of her previous life, she managed to rinse herself off in less than 5 minutes.
With another teleportation, she arrived in her bedroom to dawn her attire.
She did not deliberate over her clothing, hastily wearing whatever was at hand.
Despite her current state of urgency, the achievements of the undead would undoubtedly leave her astounded.
Due to her recent breakthrough, Bayou had been gripping the throne's armrests, leaving no opportunity to glance at the system panel.
Consequently, she was unaware that the undead had already ascended to the Imperial level and had no knowledge of the Orc king being detained by the undead.
Nearly 20 minutes passed in torturous anticipation.
Subsequently, she teleported outside the palace and hastened towards the portal.
Chapter 349.
A new beginning on the battlefield outside Twin Cities.
The fabric of space was suddenly torn aunderder and the powers of the undead and the orc king could no longer withstand the strain, leading to their eventual collapse.
In that moment, both entities became manifest.
The death knight stood battered and bruised, its weapon shattered, and the flame of its soul had dimmed considerably.
The accompanying undead clone appeared equally frail, its aura of death significantly diminished compared to before.
Both the death knight possessed by the undead and the undead themselves were gravely wounded.
In stark contrast, the or king found itself in a precarious state, adorned with numerous scars, its green skin stained with crimson blood, and the white bone ornamentation on its chest long lost.
The orc king- breaths came in sharp gasps, indicating a substantial depletion of stamina, clutching a massive ax, its eyes still sparkled with indomitable fighting spirit.
These injuries were mere superficial wounds.
The true drain came from the exhaustion of its energy and magical reserves.
Although the undead were not particularly aggressive, they were exceedingly troublesome, and the only expedient way to vanquish them was through the use of skills which consumed magical power.
Nevertheless, all was deemed worthwhile.
For at this moment, both the undead and the death knight had lost their capacity to continue the fight.
This legion of the undead had reached the limits of its strength.
The orc king surveyed its surroundings, its pupils narrowing instantaneously, igniting a tempest of rage within.
No other orc stood nearby.
It was completely encircled by an infinite army of undead.
A veritable sea of enemies converging from all directions.
The royal level undead once more gathered around, poised for a final confrontation.
The forces of the Orc Empire had dwindled to a solitary orc king.
With an expression of fearless resolve and no intent of retreat, the Orc king focused its gaze on the seven kings and the death knight, determined to eliminate them first.
With a mighty roar, the Orc king unleashed a terrifying aura that instantly obliterated the surrounding common undead.
In that moment, the massive ax lifted from the ground, and the Orc king's form vanished abruptly.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, the axe that had accompanied it in battle for centuries was severed, leaving the orc king s pupils constricted in disbelief as it beheld a white-haired girl with a high ponytail who had appeared before it.
Chunfong and Chun exchanged glances filled with joy, as did the seven kings and the nearby undead, their expressions brimming with astonishment.
With a resounding impact, an invisible shock wave propelled the orc king backward, crashing heavily into the ranks of the undead army.
The undead hastily retreated, clearing an area around the fallen beast.
Incredul washed over the orc king.
This horde of undead possessed a royal level warrior.
It was not the kind of royal that lacked combat prowess, but rather a genuine force to be reckoned with.
Rising to its feet, the Orc king fixed its gaze on Bayou.
Its fury considerably dowsted, replaced now by a calm realization, it understood that in its current state, facing a peak level royal warrior would be tantamount to certain defeat.
Why had their royal warriors not intervened earlier? In a moment of clarity, the orc king resolved to retreat into its domain.
However, by US left, I radiated a profound light and a wave of darkness swiftly expanded, enveloping the battlefield in an instant, crashing down upon the orc king as domain.
Crack.
A fisher emerged within the domain of the orc king, who sought to escape into the void, only to be interrupted by Bayou.
The Orc king remained rooted in place as if nothing had transpired, mirroring the stillness of Bayou across from him.
Yet blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
A grim acknowledgement that retreat was no longer an option.
With no path to flee, he resolved to fight.
Discarding his shattered weapon, the forces of the domain surged forth.
Coalesing into a massive ax of crimson energy in his right hand.
Wielding the energy ax, he launched a fierce assault towards Bayou.
However, the same fate befell him once more.
Byu's scythe effortlessly severed the energy ax.
The energy dissipated instantaneously and a colossal black blade swept toward him.
The orc king attempted to evade, but his arm was still cleaved a sunder.
By the time he comprehended the situation, Bayou had already closed the distance and several invisible blades pierced through him.
The orc king realized he was ens snared in a curse.
His body rendered immobile in a moment of sheer terror.
His pupils constricted as a black blade loomed larger in his sight.
The dark blade ascended effortlessly, cleaving through the orc king's body and splitting him in twain.
Silence enveloped the arena, a palpable stillness.
Bayou spun her size with a single hand, transforming it into a wristband with a thunderous crash.
The Orc king<unk>s biseected form collapsed to the ground, marking the utter annihilation of the Orc Empire.
Chinfong and Chinua stood by utterly astonished by the sheer absurdity of such imperial power.
Congratulations, Lord, on successfully defeating the level one Imperial Orc King, conquering the Orc Empire, and acquiring the skill frenzy along with the auxiliary barracks and tears of the kingdom.