The Reaper had already attained level eight and had ascended to level 9 amidst the carnage of the army, becoming the foremost force beneath the royal tier.

Now, with the necromancer's possession, the Reaper could attain a power level just shy of royal status, and the necromancer's domain would effectively become its own.

To maximize its combat strength, the necromancer had withdrawn all its avatars, leaving only a single ordinary avatar in Twin Cities, which served as its last line of defense.

By chance, the Reaper it possessed was under the necromancer s control and situated within its own domain, making the necromancer a genuine royal contender at that moment.

The sole drawback lay in the reaper's physical form.

The royal power born from their union was naturally not equivalent to that of a true royal being.

After all, the necromancer's domain was not ideally suited to the Grim Reaper.

The necromancer dispatched two avatars.

One concealed in the shadows to manipulate the powers of the domain while the other directly possessed the Grim Reaper, preparing for a direct confrontation with the Orc King.

The Orc King sensed the amplified strength of the Grim Reaper.

A flicker of surprise crossing its visage, yet it still felt a certain inadequacy.

A royal being resorting to such means for combat was indeed noteworthy.

In an instant, the powers of their respective domains clashed, causing the entire space to tremble and gradually begin to collapse.

At that moment, the Grim Reaper launched an assault on the Orc King, its sythe slashing forth.

The Orc King deflected with an ax, sending several ax blades hurtling toward its opponent as the grim reaperes figure swiftly vanished.

The axe blade struck the necromancer's domain, eroding its spatial integrity, while the orc king s domain power surged even further.

An invisible curse struck, causing a trickle of blood to seep from the corner of the orc king s mouth, his first injury.

Red and green energies coalesed, transforming into something tangible, swiftly assembling into an armor upon the orc king, completely severing the curse.

The powers of their respective realms collided.

Within his domain, the orc king harbored no fear of ambush.

For within this realm, he was sovereign.

The clash between sovereigns is inevitably a confrontation of strength.

This is precisely where the necromancer's disadvantage lies.

A massive black size swung toward the orc king, who met it head-on with his great ax.

Boom.

The impact created extensive fissures in the necromancer's domain while the or king's realms suffered significant damage.

In an instant, both domains restored to their former states.

The Reaper Asgardian was hurled away, vanishing into the abyss, while the orc king merely took a few steps back, sustaining no substantial harm.

Outside the realms, the severely wounded five kings had already been shielded by the other royal figures.

With the necromancer s delay, Sars felt a sense of relief and rejoined the fry.

However, at that moment, the orc king realized that swiftly resolving the battle without delay was no longer a simple endeavor.

In just a few minutes, the six kings had descended into this dire state, sending shock waves through the hearts of the siblings.

Chinfong, why isn't he the orc king emerged? Shun inquired, puzzled, as it seemed improbable for the six kings to escape.

Shan Fong, equally perplexed, scanned the battlefield and suddenly noticed that the necromancer s avatar had inexplicably vanished.

Could it be the necromancer? Had he suddenly ascended to royal status and immediately launch a rescue for the six kings? The siblings were unaware that the necromancer s elevation was entirely plausible.

Never mind.

Let us not dwell on that.

We must focus on slaying the enemy.

With that, Shan Fong disregarded Chinua and plunged back into the fray, leaving her to ponder.

Though she soon rejoined the battle, the Orc army had dwindled significantly.

Now reduced to a mere 50,000, their spirits shattered by the onslaught of nearly 350,000 undead warriors, and they yearned to flee the battlefield.

Over a hundred undead royal figures descended upon the combat zone, unleashing their domain powers with ease, systematically annihilating the remaining orcs.

With only a handful of orc kings left, fewer than five, their complete annihilation and transformation into a part of the undead seemed imminent.

As these orc kings surveyed the battlefield of their fallen brethren, they were suddenly struck with confusion, realizing that despite their grievous injuries, none of the undead had perished.

and their own king had yet to emerge.

They sought to eliminate these dying undead, yet found themselves incapable.

They faced foes outnumbering them several times over.

And their survival hung in the balance.

One Orc leader witnessing the impending demise of the entire Orc Empire, disregarded the orders of the Orc King, and turned to flee, prioritizing survival above all else.

Even if victory were to be achieved in the end, it would be the orc king who remained with no concern for their fate as royal figures.

Just as it was about to flee, Chun Fong, alerted by the necroantic signal, instantaneously appeared before it.

Several beams of laser struck the unsuspecting creature, piercing it through.

Chinfong and Chan promptly led their undead army to blockade all escape routes for the orcs.

They could not soar through the skies and were now utterly trapped.

The battle between the two factions was nearing its conclusion.

Yet the orc king had still not made an appearance.

Chun suddenly paused as if recalling something white you had once murmured to herself.

I remember now.

The leader mentioned that the level of the undead cannot exceed hers.

Chinfong was momentarily takenback, then looked at Chun with delight.

Chapter 348.

ascending to royalty.

At this moment, the city of the undead lay desolate, its vast expanse echoing with the industriousness of alchemists and special troops of goblins in the outer city.

Within the grand palace, only by you remained.

If one listened closely, a faint, almost imperceptible hum resonated from within, growing increasingly distinct as the perspective drew nearer.

Bayou sat curled upon the throne.

Her form undergoing a transformation of sorts.

Her breath deepened and steadied while the various energies contained within her surged tumultuously throughout the hall.

Time passed without notice until her aura began to gradually retract.

The swirling energies converging back into her being.

Drip.

A droplet fell from the edge of the throne, splattering upon the floor.

Bayou reclined in her seat, reveling in the potent shift of her own power.

She was overwhelmed with joy and soon a system panel manifested before her.

Congratulations, Lord, on your successful advancement to royalty.

Upon reading this notification, a smile broke across by you's face.

She understood that this was merely the beginning.

Indeed, the system promptly presented her with a series of additional messages.

Your various attributes have been enhanced, allowing for a more adept utilization of your bloodline power.

Please explore its potential.

You have gained a special ability, highle mental magic.

Wait by you reclining widen her eyes in disbelief.

Is this description truly so scant? It is vague and ambiguous.

Is this all a highle spell is all I receive? After a moment's reflection, she considered that it was still a highle spell and decided to integrate it into the abilities of her right eye, only to be taken back.

This was in fact a spell of the left eye.

Yet, her astonishment did not end there.

She discovered that all her spells had transformed into highle ones.

Naturally, this excluded those learned through her right eye.

Six highle spells underwent a metamorphosis within her left eye, beginning to merge together.

Ultimately, they coalesed into a pitch black void with pupils that shimmerred a deep abyssal blue as if containing an endless chasm.

This was by you's domain named annihilation.

The abilities of this domain were extraordinarily formidable, and it dawned upon Bayou that ascending to royalty could not merely be achieved through brute force from the king level.

Her previous notions had been Na'vi.

She sensed that both her domain and realm possessed further potential for enhancement and there existed yet another tier above highle magic.

The domain of a royal was singular.

Unlike a regular domain which could encompass multiple forms.

If one were to consider who possessed the most domains, undoubtedly it would be the mages of humankind.

Yet Bayou remained perplexed.

Her domain was fortified around her left eye as its nucleus.

Although the left eye's domain persisted, it would diminish significantly.