Chapter 3: Easy take over

Annoyed, I felt very annoyed currently. The source was the fool who decided to interrupt my delightful talk with Horod. Looking to see who it was I saw a Wight dressed in what seemed to be a great warrior once judging from the ways he was dressed.

With flickering blue fire across his body, the man was a picture of nobility.

Looking at the man he also seemed angry. "You dare declare yourself queen of these lands? Lands that belong to my Liege. Foolish wench!" the man roared furious but did not attack.

I looked at him, he seemed quite loyal to the lord he served but that annoyed me. "I see, tell me do you know why I proclaim myself queen?" I asked.

"I have no desire to think of what delusions let to you calling yourself Queen!" he roared pulling out his sword. By the looks of it, he might have been a paladin in the past judging from the design of the sword.

"I see, you're the type of individual who does not think. Tell me do you know why you walk despite being long dead?" I asked curious to see if the man will answer.

"I have no obligation to answer any questions from you. Now MEN!" he shouted.

It seems he wasn't alone as when he gazed at his signal skeletal warriors, Wigth's, Ghosts, and ghouls all came into view.

"Our mission was to see what happened to the deal of the evil one but it seems we've caught the beginnings of a rebellion that must be put down.!" shouted the Wigth.

"PUT THEM DOWN!" Shouted one ghoul and others followed.

"PUT THEM DOWN, PUT THEM DOWN, PUT THEM DOWN" they chanted ready to attack at a moment's notice.

But as the first man to appear was about to order the attack. Everything went silent after a single command.

"Enough" I didn't yell, such a thing was beneath me but my words resonated with their souls and they were forced into silence.

"Now bow," I commanded as shocked by their own display the small squatting unit bowed, foreheads pressed against the dirt.

"What? What is this?" the leader asked shocked by the turn of events.

"Now since you seem to be a fool, I will not blame you for your foolish actions. It's in your nature after all. I will be gracious however and explain to you how this has happened.

All of you fools are still walking despite being dead thanks to Abiddon's powerful mana manifesting as miasma around the area. Despite being sealed it continued to flow until it covered the entire continent.

Simply put all of you were created by Abiddon, it is your ruler.

Now that I rule over Abiddon, tell what does that make me?" I asked my tone mocking and demeaning.

"Our ruler," he answered between gritted teeth.

"Yes, and to demonstrate all me to do this," I said and raised a hand towards the skeletal warrior next to the leader. Almost immediately purple-black miasma escaped from his body and he fell over returning to the dead creature he is.

This action shocked the group but I wasn't done. The miasma flowed with the guidance of my hand and flowed into the lich Horod.

Surprised Horod but then he emitted a dark light before gaining power.

The lich underwent what could be considered Evolution and turned into a Demilich. His once rotten flesh-filled skull turned into a completely white skull and his torn robes turned a pristine purple and red.

"So...so much power," muttered Horod then quickly, bowed finally and fully recognizing the woman in front of him as his queen.

"Good to see someone is smart enough to understand." I smirked happy to see this.

"Now tell me fools do HAVE to prove my qualifications as the Queen of these lands?" I asked rhetorically.

"No...no y...your Majesty!" Shouted the paladin Wigth. "This fool apologies deeply for his foolish actions."

"Good, now lead me to this fool who claims a title not their own," I said and looked to Dracula and sent a mental command. He shrunk in size and landed on my shoulder.

"Very well." spoke the Paladin.

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It was a settlement one could expect from the undead, just a single castle made from stone and bones with numerous undead guards milling about outside or guarding it from within the large walls.

We walked into the clearing on the side of a mountain where the castle was carved into. The sentries stood tall and proud guarding the place.

I noticed how they held weapons made of Mythril. 'So minerals still exist within the continent. Or was it my dear God's doing? I mean why would one put resources on an abandoned continent that doesn't even make it into the game.?' as these thoughts swirled in my head the Wight that led us here spoke with the guards.

"Lord Orcus who are these beings you bring?" asked the skeletal guards.

"These people are Guests who wish to converse with our lord about a most important matter," replied Orcus.

The two looked at Horod and me before looking to Orcus and nodding. "Very well you may enter," they said trusting the Wigth.

.oOo.

It seems the ruler of this place loves treasure as the surroundings are littered with jewels and gems, gold, and silver coins. Weapons with high specs and other materials. Atop the mountain of its wall was a golden throne and seated atop it was an animated Armour. No, a high-tier ghost possessing armor, it seemed to be made of Adimantine.

"Orcus, you have brought me strange individuals instead of the information I sent you out to seek. What is the meaning of this?" asked the Armor. Instead of Orcus answering I stepped forward, before floating upwards heading for the armour that looked down on us.

My annoyance was over the peak, the mere fact this fool dare look down on me even for a second tore my patiance to shreds.

"Huh?" Shocked by my actions the knight was to late to react as a powerful force pulled and flung him to the opposide wall near the doors. The i took a seat.

"Ahh, now all is right with the world." I muttered to myself, the crawing feeling inside fo me disappearing.

The armor rose a dark aura around it. "You dare fool!" roared the ghost the clanking of clashing armor caused by it vibrating ringing out across the room.

"Of course, your looking down on me was making my blood crawl. Thats is something I can't allow." I said, then smiled. "Now powerless fool, let me tell you what is happening. I have taken the throne and will take command over your forces and you powerless fool will fall in line and bow so low you head touches the ground and shout out loud that I am your Queen. OR you can just die." I said giving those simple demands.

"I'll end you!" shouted the armor as a spear shined darkly in it's hand.

"No. I'll end you." I said and raised a hand. Lightning sparked and fired forward, the soul consuming darkness consumed not the armour but the ghost within reducing it to nothing. "Now that's done. Orcus, that armor is now yours. Your first task as my underling is simple. Gather all the forces under me, I wish to see what I'm working with." I said.

My plans were simple, I could simply take control of all undead in the continent but the is no fun in that. What I want to do is create a few elite soldiers over numerous weaklings. So if I have just 1 000 000 strong undead will do, and taking destroying my former home will be a walk in the park. Of course I had to make sure Abiddon regains his strength, and the massive amount of miasma that will fill the place will be enough to do so.

I raised a hand to the now small dragon and stroked it scales.

"Very well my Queen." spoke Orcus.

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