Beal was standing in front of an army, he was a lich-king as a Lich-king is the highest rank lich within its evolution line. Possessing a deformed skull that possessed protrusions resembling horns and spun like a crown the Lich-king cut an imposing figure with its tall stature and dark aura. Dressed in dark adamantine armor and a metal woven cape alongside his large spellsword, this made the king an imposing figure.
Behind him was his army and citizens, all of them were standing with their weapons and staffs.
"My king the scouts have..." his second in command a living armor approached but a loud deep roar cut through the air.
"Roahhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
The roar shook the ground and the undead hearts. Following this was a shadowy mist appearing before them all, then in mere seconds someone appeared. This was the Queen of the dead herself.
As soon as she appeared, an unbearable pressure erupted from her body, washing over Beal and his people like a tidal wave. Beal felt like a heavy boulder was placed over his shoulders.
"King of the kingdom of the dead Beal. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am the Queen of the undead, and the master of the progenitor of the undead. Pandora." she spoke while bowing likely.
"I would like to say it's a pleasure but I would be lying." said the Lich-king.
"I suppose, I mean in your perspective I am threatening the Utopia you built and maintained for lifetimes. However my dear king, all kingdoms are doomed to fall, and thus time it's yours," declared Pendora.
"Are you going to do so yourself?" asked Beal.
"Ow no, I would do no such thing, My goal is simple, I will be your opponent, but until I decided when we fight, our troops will have a go." as if resonating with those works the space behind the woman opened up as a portal was formed and an army numbering in the millions stepped out.
"Now eliminate them." said Pandora, and her army did just that. Roars rang out and numerous undead rushed forward.
"END THESE BEASTS!" Shouted Beal.
His soldiers all rushed forward as well.
2 waves of death armies crashed into each other, and cries of anger and pain rang out. Pandora kept a calm smile as she looked at Bael who was kept in place, by her presence, it was clear that he didn't want to leave her to her own devices.
Pandora however had a huge advantage, one that quickly became apparent as after the initial clash. Her forces were stronger, having bathed in the Miasma of Dracul and that of their fallen enemies they grew stronger and stronger some even evolving. The second thing was that Bael's forces were outnumbered.
Pandora spent 5 years destroying kingdoms and nations each one of their members was forced to join her. Beal frowned, recognizing his disadvantage, roared.
"Unleash the flying Beastsriders!" he shouted.
As his command rang out roars rang out, and then the skies were filled with undead bird monsters, all of them carrying caster undead, from liched with wraiths.
Pandora looked up with a smile.
"Interesting but you are not the only one with an air corp, in fact mine can fly higher than yours," spoke Pandora her tone mocking. She as a reincarnator or transmigater or whatever she was would be a failure if she didn't use the most dangerous tactic known to man, air strikes.
In the air, Wyverns appeared, all undead and zombie-like but they numbered in the 100 a lot less than Baels nearly 500 to 700 beast riders, however, their firepower and height superiority were not to be taken lightly. They breathed fire taking out many of the flying undead birds and riders.
"Bitch!" shouted Beal before roaring once more. "UNLEASH THE CAVALRY BEAST RIDERS!" he shouted.
The kingdom gates far behind him opened and undead elephants and many other large and fast creatures emerged each one being ridden by a pole arm user.
"FOR THE KINGDOM!" the group shouted as they rushed towards the battlefield, at fullspeed.
Pandora sighed finding this boring. With a casual wave of the hand she issued an order as well.
"This is starting to feel like a turn-based game," she muttered before issuing her next orders. "Mage corp you're up!" she shouted.
Mages in the far back led by Horold raised their staffs and took aim. The thin beams of fire shot from the tips in rapid succession. This was a spell made to mimic a gun and the flames' bullets. The result was just as devastating as the undead beasts where penetrated by the beams of fire that erupted into an explosion after some time.
Beal growled, and decided to attack, magic sigils and runes appeared all around him before he thrust a hand towards Pandora who seemed to be disinterested in him and looking around at the chaos.
"Dark gale!" shouted the man.
A wave of darkness and wind magic flew for Pandora. The woman didn't even take notice of the spell and just kept looking around her. The energy smashed into her seconds later.
Soon the small tempest and dust produced died down and Beal kept a vigilent eye and that turned to surprise as Pandora seemed unscathed as she looked back at him. She looked at him like he;d done something stupid.
Pandora sighed, "I really wanted to enjoy this whole thing you know. Now however I'll just annihilate this entire place." she said before awave of dark miasma erupted form her form, it's properties so corrosive all of Beals forces started to be affected and melt.
Beal was shocked by this pulled out a scythe from his own personal storage clearly desperate and charging at Pandora. However the miasma was morphed forming hands that quickly grabbed the lich. Then the entire area was bathed in pure darkness and dark thunderfall descended a lightning spell that struck the man directly.
Once done she sighed, and grumbled, "So disappointing," she muttered.
.OoO. end of chapter .OoO.