Surely, only a lord of the highest echelon would possess the audacity to extend such an offer.

To her surprise, this person truly belonged to the uppermost tier of lords and was not yet part of an alliance.

Bayou discovered that the Lord known as achieving enlightenment was indeed within the first tier ranking fourth on the leaderboard.

While the leaderboard does not necessarily reflect absolute strength, being in the top 10 is indicative of commendable standing within the elite tier.

Both luck and prowess are essential in this realm.

As for the lords who sought to besiege her by you dismissed the notion, did they not realize they were merely delivering resources to her doorstep? Moreover, whether they could even locate her castle remained uncertain.

Over the past few days, she had instructed several undead to remain vigilant regarding any disturbances in the desolate plains.

The only lords in her vicinity were likely the Elemental Alliance and Sun Sha, the latter of whom was an ally.

Thus, any information leakage could only originate from the Elemental Alliance.

For now, her priority was to resolve the troubles emanating from Aman city.

In Hapen State, a top a towering stone pillar stood a respplendant golden castle radiating a sacred luminescence amidst the clouds.

At the base of the pillar, for towns rose from the ground, all established under the dominion of this lofty castle.

The lord residing in the clouds was named dispelling illusions.

influenced by her bloodline.

Her once black hair shimmerred in golden hues, and her robe was as pure as freshly fallen snow, a pair of white wings unfurled behind her as she floated gracefully in the air, exuding an aura of sanctity.

Hapen state, the smallest and weakest among the seven grand states, often attracted little attention from formidable powers.

As these entities could span all seven states, their focus remained on the more potent regions, allowing the alien lords in Hapen State ample time to develop their strength, provided they refrained from provoking the mid-tier forces within.

Conversely, the lords of Hapen state collectively boasted the highest strength among the seven, benefiting from safer environment and a more tranquil space for growth.

This was also attributable to the larger population of surviving lords in Hapen state.

Soon, yet another powerful alliance joined the coalition established by Galvvin, collectively pledging to locate Bayou as Castle and launch an assault.

As more lords flocked to the alliance, every idol lord sought the whereabouts of Bayou's fortress.

Had Bayou commanded merely a single race among the undead, she might have evaded the Lord's Eye.

However, given that her forces seemed to encompass the entirety of the undead lineage, it was no wonder these lords felt trepidation.

Galvin, having witnessed a king- level necromancer upon his arrival, returned with an entourage of hundreds of various undead trailing behind him.

A lord can easily summon hundreds of troops, and this is merely the weakest among them.

What the elite tier, each of the top tier lords commands thousands of troops, even with her royal status.

Encountering one of the foremost lords would spell her doom.

She need not develop.

She merely requires a relentless pursuit of destruction to grow stronger indefinitely.

In Calvin's eyes, such a lord is a threat that must not be allowed to persist.

An entire race at her command is a terrifying notion indeed.

The undead are not akin to goblins or slimes, which are lowly beings.

It is the skeletons that are inferior, not the undead themselves.

This is the chain reaction triggered by Bayou's display of strength.

Now nearly all lords are aware that the elite tiers crab row fortress consists of undead troops.

Bayou remains unperturbed for should they dare to attack, she possesses the advantage of her home ground.

However, unbeknownst to her, the more detailed intelligence regarding her capabilities has leaked.

And while this alliance seeks her out, it simultaneously grows ever more formidable, gradually surpassing what she can manage.

On the other side of Hapuni state resides the last of the top tier lords without an alliance, Fallen Light.

Her castle is perched upon the edge of a cliff.

Overlooking the vast, boundless sea below.

Beyond the ocean lies an unknown continent.

Not far from here, one can enter the realm of the elves, and the occasional harassment from sea creatures ensures her growth is not hindered.

Outside the castle, thousands of warriors from the sea and elf races are under her command.

While within the castle, her troops are arrayed on either side, both eerie and solemn.

Lee Lings, clad in a flowing black gown, stands on the castle balcony, gazing out at the ocean, lost in contemplation.

She has also received Calvin's invitation to join the alliance for individuals like her and Du Yong who have remained unaffiliated.

Calvin envisions a temporary coalition among these lone players.

Ley has not given a definitive response, opting instead to observe the situation.

The world chat continues to revolve around Bayou rallying members and preparing for an assault.

For some reason, as Ley watches this scene unfold, she feels an unsettling distortion of humanity.

They claim the undead symbolize disaster, an omen of ill fortune.

But at the heart of it lies their fear of being threatened by someone too powerful.

Disaster can manifest not only from the undead, but from any creature, as long as the Lord is sufficiently strong.

Leelings's resources are entirely sourced from the sea and elf races, rarely engaging in trade, which has rendered her relatively unknown in the world chat.

The levels of her castle and barracks do not directly impact her strength, especially since she has never intended to form an alliance.

Her town remains at level one.

Turning away from the balcony, Lee Lingsy steps back into the castle.

Slowly making her way outside, she observes the myriad elves and sea creatures influenced by her presence alongside the immobile troops within the castle.

A black feather at the entrance catches her eye.

She bends to pick it up and examines it closely.

Perhaps her own troops are even more ominous than the undead.

If the lord of the undead were to perish, would that not render oneself the next calamity? In Lee Lings's perspective, the concepts of good and evil, misfortune and fortune, cannot be defined by a single individual or a mere handful of people.

She recalled a certain lord known as the great sage equal to heaven who was born in proximity to the lord of the undead.

Rather than slaying her, the lord of the undead compelled this lord to submit and after her subjugation.

The great sage did not meet with misfortune.

Otherwise, she would not be boasting openly in the world chat.

Leeling also researched this lord who is still thriving to this day.

From this incident, Leelings deduced that the lord of the undead whom all the lords deemed a calamity did not appear to be an utterly deranged individual.

Leelings resolved to assist by you as the actions of this group of lords were indeed repugnant.

Everyone may take a guess at the troop types of duang leings and pixen science is rather straightforward.

Chapter 183.

Preparing for the assault.

What unusual day is it today encountering such peculiar individuals? Bayou was perplexed.

After all, was it not merely that some sought to attack her? Could it be that they were moved by pity and wish to assist her? Please, those who cannot vanquish me only serve to render me stronger.

Even among the foremost ranks, disparities in strength persist.

The elite leaders of the first tier reside within the T0 level, entirely incomparable to the average first tier entities.

Bayou commanded the undead to enter the portal in an orderly fashion.

Many of the larger undead could not pass through the gateway, and thus she chose not to summon them.

Ultimately, only 20,000 undead were gathered, for Bayou intended to keep a portion behind to safeguard the fortress.

With Arthur and Shiao being present, she felt little concern and decided against retaining any king level undead.

Though 20,000 undead may seem few, Bayou had other plans.

Upon arriving at the Bayan mountain range, the dwarves were fully equipped and ready for action, clad in self-forged armor and wielding large blades or warhammers.

Standing in neat formation, the dwarves were not numerous with only about a thousand capable of combat.

Mounts could not be provided for each.

So Xiao Yinua allocated them only to the more formidable dwarves.

After all, Bayou lacked the ability to enchant equipment, and whether the dwarves wore commanding grade or ordinary gear.

Neither bore any special effects.

The firearms previously confiscated from them were likely their greatest source of lethality.

The reason for the dwarves mobilization was clear.

If Bayou wished to take control of Aman city, dwarves must govern it as countless dwarf civilians resided within its walls.

Otherwise, panic and chaos would ensue.

Bayou was no marauder.

She only targeted the nobility.

The time was now afternoon, and by the time they reached Aman city, Na fallen.

After all, the distance was greater than traversing the entire frigid snow mountains.

Contemplating this, all the dwarves, including Xiao, Li Shua, turned their gaze towards Bayou, while the undead, stood silently behind her.

Bayou intended to stall until the following morning, embarking on a night s endeavor without knowledge of Aman city's true strength would render her more vulnerable.

But now, Bayou would not idly await the arrival of Knight.

Onward, Bayou and Xiao Yinshua amounted their griffins, and the legion of undead accompanied by the dwarven army began to move.