Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

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Three exclamation marks appeared above Samson's head as he looked up, only to see the pale-faced, tuxedo-clad Lucian standing not far from him.

This ghostly thing, making no sound as he walked.

Samson had calculated the range of Lucian's castle territory, yet he was still discovered. Seeing that his plan to frame Lucian was failing, Samson stood up, ready to leave the area.

As Samson tried to leave without another word, Lucian wasn't about to let him go. In an instant, Lucian transformed into a blur and charged towards Samson.

"Damn, you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Seeing that Lucian had no backup, Samson decided not to run anymore and resolved to teach him a lesson right there, to show him that he was no longer the weakling from the snowy mountain.

Ice armor appeared on Samson, and he used his wolf claw weapon to block Lucian's palm strike.

Samson, slightly arrogant, flashed a crooked smile.

"Kid, is that all you've got?"

Samson then conjured several ice spikes around him and thrust them towards Lucian, who teleported to dodge.

At this moment, Lucian was puzzled, wondering how this Lord had become so arrogant in just a few days.

In battle mode, Lucian didn't waste words and ignored Samson's taunts, pulling out a black cloak to shatter the incoming ice spikes.

"Oh, your rag isn't torn yet?"

Samson continued to provoke, now more confident than ever. Knowing his melee skills were lacking, he decided to use his suit-enhanced Frost Magic against Lucian.

A horde of ice wolves surged from the ground, as if given life by Samson, and attacked Lucian.

Lucian was forced to keep his distance by Samson's magic, but his strength lay in close combat.

Now, seeing Samson growing more arrogant in the distance, a rare flash of anger appeared on Lucian's face, even though becoming a vampire had greatly dulled his emotions.

Fighting was just fighting; even if he lost, Lucian wouldn't get angry. He would only blame his own lack of strength. But what was with this kid? He hadn't even won yet and was already relentlessly mocking.

"Hey, it is only been a few days, how come this vampire Lord is so down?"

Lucian's forehead bulged with veins, and he was thoroughly angered now.

Lucian simply didn't want to waste his own blood.

Lucian tore through the attacking ice wolves with his claws, deciding it was time to get serious with this arrogant kid, probably the only way to shut him up.

Lucian slashed his wrist, and blood sprayed out instantly.

"You're not going crazy, are you? Starting to hurt yourself because you know you can't beat me?"

Samson gathered his hands, summoning two giant ice wolves to attack Lucian. If they were on the snowy mountain, this magic would be even more powerful.

But soon, Samson was about to be shocked. Lucian's blood gathered in his hand into a sword, easily breaking through Samson's attack.

The excess blood formed spikes that flew towards Samson.

Samson immediately summoned an ice wall to block, but the blood easily pierced through the ice, luckily Samson reacted in time and transformed into snow to dodge Lucian's attack.

Samson was stunned; although he had reacted quickly, his armor was still stained with Lucian's blood, which had already corroded it to black.

How had he become so much stronger all of a sudden?

While Samson was still in shock, Lucian had taken advantage of the moment Samson defended against his attack to get close.

Lucian's blood sword thrust directly towards Samson's left chest, where his heart was.

Samson immediately used his wolf claw to defend, but it was too late to transform into snow to escape. Unexpectedly, the wolf claw was directly chopped off by Lucian, but fortunately, it also deviated from its trajectory, and the blood sword that was supposed to stab Samson's heart pierced through his left shoulder instead.

Samson instantly transformed into snow and reappeared at a distance, unable to use his snow escape continuously since they were not on the snowy mountain.

"Ah—"

Samson clutched his left shoulder, blood flowing from the pierced wound, which was still being corroded by Lucian's blood, causing unbearable pain.

Samson used Frost Magic to freeze his wound, which somewhat alleviated the pain.

Samson dared not talk nonsense anymore; Lucian's attack had made the power difference between them clear, and he had almost been killed instantly.

Why had Lucian suddenly become so fierce?

Now Samson was in a desperate situation, unable to fight or escape.

Samson could only hope that Earl would come to his rescue soon. He looked back towards the snowy mountain, feeling utterly hopeless.

Damn it, there was a bone dragon fighting with Earl in the sky—wasn't that one of the undead Lord's troops? What was it doing here?!

Of course, the snow maidens had warned him earlier that the undead on the snowy mountain had increased.

It was over; he could only rely on himself now. Earl didn't understand the undead!

Samson knew the power of the undead; if he didn't run now, more undead would appear soon.

Foolish, you shouldn't have fought it!

One of the snow maidens tried to assist Samson but was directly dispersed by Lucian's blood.

There was no advantage in the sky, as vampires could fly too.

Samson released his ultimate move, covering the surroundings with frost, countless ice crystals attacking Lucian. Anything hit by the ice crystals would be frozen, including Lucian's black cloak, which was also frozen.

Lucian didn't want to be restrained. Although being frozen wouldn't cause him any real harm, it would greatly affect his mobility.

Samson kept up his magic effectively, holding Lucian back, but it was futile because Samson's Mana Points would eventually run out.

Just as Samson's Mana Points were about to be exhausted, he had secretly created an ice path with his magic behind him. Samson instantly transformed into snow and quickly escaped towards Earl's direction along the ice path.

Lucian blocked the last of the ice crystals, and as the blizzard dissipated, Samson's figure had already vanished from the spot. Lucian immediately transformed into a black shadow and chased after him.

On the mountainside, Earl saw Samson frantically running towards him from a distance, with a black shadow in hot pursuit.

Realizing Samson was in trouble, Earl immediately abandoned his struggle with the undead and burrowed into the ground, running towards Samson.

Arthur also followed closely behind, diving down the mountain after Earl.

At this moment, Samson was drenched in cold sweat, praying frantically in his heart.

"Please don't let me die here!"