Translated by: Novellise
Holy Light Empire, Imperial Capital.
Since the fierce battle between gods and demons thousands of years ago,
human forces and other races have suffered heavy losses.
Only the Holy Light Empire survived and continues its legacy to this day.
Especially after centuries of expansion.
Its territory has grown beyond imagination, covering over a billion square kilometres with a population of over two billion!
The name of the Holy Light has spread throughout the magical world.
Everyone knows, everyone is aware!
Before the Legion of the Holy Light, invincible and victorious in every battle,
the other human kingdoms have all become vassals of the Holy Light Empire.
Even elves, dwarves, orcs, trolls... and many other races
have to submit to the throne of the Holy Light Empire!
You could say that.
Today, the Holy Light Empire rules the entire magical world, and no power dares to oppose its will!
However, at the very moment when Lucia unexpectedly awakened the bloodline of the demon race,
an undead that had been sleeping in the mausoleum of the Holy Light Imperial Family for a thousand years suddenly opened its eyes.
The Holy Light Imperial Family.
A grand banquet is being held in a brightly lit palace.
Guests mingle, creating a lively atmosphere.
Exquisite cups crafted by dwarves, fine wine brewed by elves, delicacies cooked with high-level magical beast meat, and beautiful cat-eared maids,
all reflecting the prestigious status of the banquet host.
And those qualified to attend the banquet are all high-ranking officials and nobles of the Holy Light Empire.
At the main table of the banquet.
A young man with a crown on his head and a ruddy complexion is drinking wine heartily and chatting happily with the guests present.
This man is the reigning Emperor of the Holy Light, Louis XIX!
Seated on either side of him are the two most beautiful and seductive animal maids.
One of the cat-eared maids looks at him lovingly, picks up the exquisite wine goblet on the table and takes a slow sip.
Then she bends down and offers the wine.
The other rabbit-eared girl takes a piece of fragrant grilled meat in her hand, chews it a few times in her mouth and then feeds it to Louis XIX in the same way.
This was a common form of entertainment among the imperial elite, and the guests present were accustomed to it.
Some went even further.
"Your Majesty, one of my lords has recently contributed a batch of elven slaves in the hope that you will be pleased."
A duke's face reveals a knowing smile, then he claps his hands, and a group of slaves are brought forward.
These slaves are a dozen or so golden-haired, blue-eyed elven maidens.
Each elf is immaculate in appearance, with a dignified and elegant demeanour and no blemishes.
Especially after careful training.
Dressed in enchanting translucent short skirts, coupled with their enchanting expressions, they instantly attract the attention of all guests present.
As nobles of the Empire, these people have seen many maids.
Even in the castles of many nobles, there are dungeons dedicated to the training of slaves.
However, for many people, these are the first time they have seen such outstanding elven maidens.
If these slaves were put up for auction in the realm, they would surely fetch a high price!
Indeed they would.
Even Louis XIX, who had seen his fair share of beauties, couldn't help but stare at them and feel a rush of heat in his stomach, unable to contain his excitement.
He pushed aside the two beastly servants beside him and stared straight at a tall, curvaceous elven beauty in front of him.
Different from the other elf maidens there.
This elfin beauty before him is a little older, with a more noble and dignified temperament.
She exudes a charming scent like a ripe peach that makes people salivate.
It was her icy, arrogant demeanour in particular that awakened a desire for conquest in Louis XIX's heart.
"Who is she?"
As he was about to speak, the Duke in the audience immediately introduced her.
"Your Majesty, she was once the wife of the chief of the Valian elven tribe. But when her husband fell under the iron hooves of the Knights of the Holy Light, she and her daughter became prisoners under our control."
There was a hint of smugness in the Duke's tone.
He had spared no expense to obtain this batch of elven slaves.
"I see."
Louis XIX shifted his gaze to a girl standing next to the elven beauty.
On closer inspection, the two did indeed bear a striking resemblance.
"Your Majesty, they have already signed the slave contract and will obey all your commands. You can be sure to enjoy them.
But before Louis XIX could make a move, a majestic and divine will suddenly resounded in his mind!
"Oh no, why has our ancestor suddenly woken up? Who has disturbed his sleep?"
With flaming eyes, Louis XIX regained his composure as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over him.
"Retreat! All of you, retreat!"
Louis XIX waved his hand, stopping this absurd banquet.
"Wait, you two stay here with me."
Observing the graceful and alluring figure of the Elven Queen, Louis XIX hesitated for a moment and spoke again.
As for the other guests, when they heard the word "ancestor", they were all immediately frightened and fled, not daring to linger.
For only those who have been in contact with the core secrets of the Empire would understand what Louis XIX's ancestors really mean.
He is the founding monarch of the Holy Light Empire, the terminator of the war between gods and demons, an undead who has survived for thousands of years, a legendary figure that even abyssal demons fear and tremble before!
"Ancestor, may I ask what your orders are?"
Louis XIX knelt on both knees and prostrated himself on the ground.
"I have sensed the pure bloodline of the Hell Demon race!"
"Bring them to me at all costs!"
"Your order is my wish."
Louis XIX replied respectfully.
Next.
Orders were issued from the palace, transmitted throughout the empire, and countless troops and lords received the orders.
As this vast imperial machine began to work,
the entire magical world would tremble in its wake!
...
As the Holy Light Empire experienced an unprecedented tremor,
thousands of kilometres away in the land of Lu Yuan, he was still troubled by his inability to practice magic.
In this magical world,
the importance of elemental affinity is no less than that of spiritual roots in the cultivation world.
Your aptitude may be mediocre, even abysmal.
But you must have it!
Lu Yuan held a magic scroll and felt a mixture of emotions.
It's true, no matter what world you're in, your aptitude is important.
Some might have full soul power from birth, some might have excellent variant spirit roots.
But what about you?
Just a weak, poor, and helpless ordinary skeleton!
"No, if one way is blocked, there must be another way!"
"If I can't use magic in the human world, then I will seek necromancy and even... abyssal magic!"
Lu Yuan refused to give up.
The effectiveness of Netherworld Undead Disaster is related to soul power.
But an ordinary skeleton has a very low limit.
Even if Lu Yuan were to become a level 9 skeleton, he would not be able to unleash even a thousandth of the talent of Netherworld Undead Disaster.
Therefore.
Becoming a Necromancer has become a strong obsession in his heart!
"First, subdue the Bone Dragon.
"Then face this Dark Alchemist."
"As a level 5 Dark Alchemist, there must be many magic scrolls in his possession."
Lu Yuan made up his mind.
Two months later.
The army was completely assembled.
The Headless Horsemen marched first.
Followed by a hundred and fifty thousand skeleton army, deep into the burial ground!
(End of chapter).