I became a legion lich

182 Doravon continent

“I have a better idea. He appears to be some sort of lich and has a small army, so he’s not all that powerless. From the information my spies gathered, he even did some damage to the order of magic, destroying their network of portals.” Illum spoke with a light chuckle.

Illum found it hilarious that a newborn undead could wreak havoc on a gigantic organization backed by a being on a par with a god.

“Won’t that make him an even bigger target?” Kalesi asked worried about the safety of the new species.

“I’ll send one of my spies to get in touch with him. I don’t think simply showing up and kidnapping him will make a good first impression.” Illum suggested contacting him discreetly, rather than sending a small army as he knew Kalesi was planning.

“We’ll try it your way, but if anything happens to this newborn, it’ll be your fault.” Kalesi reluctantly accepted his suggestion. “Speaking of the Caprio continent, how is that girl? We found her in a deplorable state after all.”

“She is growing rapidly and building strength in the southeast of the continent. Her mind is still chaotic and she has an obsession that borders on madness to find her lost son, but all undead are a little crazy, so I still have hope that in time she can recover.” Illum spoke with regret.

This case was a bit of a sensitive one for Illum, as he felt partially responsible for what happened to her.

“Poor Selena. I hope one day she can get over the loss of her son.” Kalesi shed a tear of compassion and returned to the castle.

Illum followed her silently, contacting the spies closest to Athos’ last known position and ordering them to rendezvous with him.

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“Shall I invite you to join us? You know how newborn undead can be vigilant and disturbed.” Illum inquired about the contents of the message.

“Invite him, and even if he refuses, give him a way to contact us in case of an emergency. We’re always willing to save a brother. Also, make sure it’s an undead that will deliver the message. Newborns are unable to resist their killer instinct, so sending one alive will end in a bloodbath.”

“I know, it would be a problem if my spies accidentally killed him.” Illum agreed with her.

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Continent Doravon at the same time.

On a plain with no hills or mountains in sight, two massive armies were furiously clashing, neither side taking a step back in a battle to the death.

The eastern armies were attackers and invaders, while the western armies were defenders made up of dozens of different clans.
The invaders belonged to the army of the conquering king, the demi-human who was conquering all the tribes of the continent to become the king, while the coalition of clans were the last free clans left on the continent and had joined in a last resistance to stop the advance of the conquering king.

They had been driven to a corner of the continent and could no longer retreat. All that was left of their families and clans were after them, so this was a desperate battle for the coalition army.

Both armies were composed of demi-humans such as goblins, orcs, minotaurs, ogres, trolls, and other species of demihumans that only exist on this continent.

Their numbers were more or less equal, but their actual power couldn’t be more different.

The conquering king’s army was well equipped, several of them using enchanted weapons, the strongest even wearing full armor. The Western army, on the other hand, did not possess any enchanted weapons, although some of them possessed magic metal weapons.

There were no mages on the Doravon continent, except for the rare occasions when a baby was born with a mana body, so the concept of a runesmith did not exist here.

Even so, the conquering king’s army somehow managed to overcome these limitations and runesmithing weapons for his soldiers.

But the biggest difference was the demihumans themselves. The demihumans of the conquering army were different from the ordinary.

Orcs that should have been 3 meters tall were almost 5 meters, goblins were almost the same height as humans, and ogres had grown extra arms and heads. Other demihumans also had similar changes, but they all had one thing in common.

His power soared after the changes, reaching new power and surpassing his peers. One of the biggest reasons the conquering king gained so many followers and dominated almost an entire continent in a few decades was his ability to purify the blood of demihumans.

No one but the conquering King himself and his confidants knew how he could do this, but he had figured out some way to purify the impure blood of demihumans and strengthen his bloodline of giants.

The battle was tilted heavily in the direction of the conquering king’s army. His soldiers fought like berserks, heedless of their fallen comrades or the injuries to their own bodies.

As their giant blood grew stronger and their powers grew, so did their thirst for battle. Their inhibitions and self-control were decreasing more and more, making the evolved demi-humans become more and more out of control and impulsive.

They fought with unbridled fury, killing everything within reach. For every evolved demihuman killed, 20 coalition demihumans were lost.

Coalition numbers continued to drop, until the coalition army was forced to retreat or die. Horns began to sound as the coalition army retreated, but the conquerors did not let them get away easily.

The conquering army pursued them for more than a day, killing anyone too slow to flee. The coalition continued to flee, until they reached a beach where what was left of their clan was encamped.

There were only a few tens of thousands, their numbers far too low for a gathering of so many clans. The only members left in the camp were women and children who couldn’t fight back, everyone else had moved to try and stop the invaders.

What followed was not a battle, but a slaughter. There was no negotiation, surrender or anything of the sort. Even the idea of enslaving them did not cross the mind of the general of the conquering army.

He was a 7 meter tall orc, a giant even among the evolved orcs around him. A pair of short, red horns rose from its forehead. Their skin was red, unlike normal orcs’ green skin.

His only objective here was to wipe out the resistance and he wouldn’t stop until the last enemy was killed. The truth was, his orders were to kill all enemies and enslave women and children, but the general wasn’t sane enough to remember that.

A long, deeper horn sounded from behind the conquering army, ceasing all fighting. All the demihumans recognized that horn, but as the conquering army raised their weapons and roared in enthusiasm, the resistance fell into despair, all their hopes of even lost.

The horn that sounded belonged to the personal army of the conquering king and they moved only when the king moved.

A new army can be seen approaching on the horizon, their footsteps causing tremors that reach the resistance camp. The king’s personal army was not very large, having less than 10,000 members, but its power overshadowed the conquering army.

They were composed of the most powerful demihumans with the purest bloodlines, all of them even more powerful than the general of the invading army.

The conquering king was marching at the head of the army, looking down on everyone arrogantly. He was 29 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body and so many battle scars it would be impossible to count them all.



He was a balding man with a long black beard, his expression a mixture of arrogance and a contempt for the survivors of the resistance.

His race was unknown, as well as his origins, the only thing the demihumans were sure about him was his power.

His only magical equipment was a gigantic sword made of divine adamant on his back, confident that his body was stronger than any armor.

“My king, I salute you! The mission you gave me was a success! If you wait a little longer I will finish killing everyone-” The orc general knelt down in front of the king as he approached and declared happily, but his speech was interrupted.

The conquering king unsheathed his sword and cut the general in half without ever stopping to walk, considering him only a nuisance. His blow did not cause shockwaves or pressure, its energy finely controlled to cut the general in half and not affect the sand beneath him.

It was an absurd level of energy control, but the conquering king made it as if it were nothing.

He had killed the general for disobeying his orders, even though he was clear about his mission being to kill the soldiers and enslave the women.

The evolved demihumans split left and right as the king passed, creating a direct path to the women and children of the resistance. All the other soldiers had already been killed and a few thousand were all that remained.

“Death or Surrender.” The conquering king spoke in a calm tone, but his voice carried such a powerful aura that it forced everyone to their knees, be it his soldiers or the survivors.

The women naturally chose to surrender, not because they feared for their lives, but for the few children who were still alive.

“OOOOHHHHHHHH!” The evolved demi-humans screamed once more, their voices even louder this time. These tribes were the last ones to stand against them in the entire continent and with their defeat, the entire continent belonged to them.

The king, on the other hand, was looking at the sea, more precisely, at the continent that he knew was beyond the ocean.

‘With this, the entire continent belongs to me. Caprio will be next. And after that I’ll come after you, Eishin. You will pay for what you did to my people.’ He thought as he gripped the hilt of his sword, his mind burning with rage.

End Volume 3