"Have you heard? The Westberg Kingdom has fallen a few days ago," a handsome Adventurer who was eating inside a tavern told his friend.
"Yes," his friend replied. "The kingdoms bordering that place are now shaking in their boots. The Angel of Death seems to be hellbent on attacking all the territories that are allied with the Divine Army."
"Speaking of the Divine Army, they haven't made any moves since the battle in the Beast Empire. Did they go into hiding?"
"Beats me. But their influence right now is at an all-time low. Even their staunchest allies have denounced them and declared independence."
Another adventurer who heard their discussion snorted.
"Have you both forgotten? This kingdom also denounced its connection with the Divine Army a day ago," the Skinny Adventurer stated. "What makes you think that the Angel of Death won't visit this place as well?"
"Even if he plans to visit this place, it will still take him a few weeks to get here," the handsome Adventurer replied. "The Westberg Kingdom is in the East, and according to the reports, the Angel of Death is still headed eastward."
The Skinny Adventurer couldn't refute his words, so he only shook his head and continued drinking his ale.
Everyone in the tavern was discussing the news of the Angel of Death's counterattack against the Divine Army, who had killed his Master.
Some sympathized with him, some despised him, while some didn't care.
At the end of the day, as long as they weren't involved in the struggle between these giants, they were more than happy to watch from the side and watch them go for each other's throats.
Suddenly, the adventurers heard loud screams coming from outside of the Tavern.
They immediately went to investigate where the screams were coming from.
However, all of them stood frozen in place when they saw countless Undead Marching through the streets of their city.
"By the Gods…" the handsome Adventurer muttered as he pointed in the sky. "It's him. The Angel of Death."
The other adventurers followed his gaze and saw a red-headed Half-Elf with four wings flapping behind his back.
Two of those wings were white, while the other two were black.
He looked down on the city with an indifferent bored look on his face, as if he had already become numb after seeing the same thing happening over and over again.
"Isn't he supposed to be targeting the Eastern Kingdoms?" the Skinny Adventurer asked. "What is he doing here?"
"… There is only one reason as to why he could already be here," the Innkeeper commented. "It means that he has already subjugated all of the Eastern Kingdoms."
"What?!" the handsome Adventurer gasped. "But there are over a dozen kingdoms affiliated with the Divine Army in the East. How could he possibly subjugate them all this fast?"
Just as the Innkeeper was about to answer, a loud shout spread in the sky, forcing them to look in the direction where it was coming from.
"You can't do this!" a Middle-Aged Man shouted. "We are no longer affiliated with the Divine Army! You can't do this to my Kingdom!"
"Yeah," Asmodeus replied, dragging the single syllable. "We've heard that countless times already." He sighed as he walked towards the King of the Haraldr Kingdom. "You only broke ties with the Divine Army because you were afraid of being targeted. That's not how the world works, so accept your fate. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for allying with my Master's enemies!"
Asmodeus then stabbed the King's chest with a bone sword, making the latter shriek in pain.
The Lich King pulled his sword out, and the Middle-Aged Man looked at his chest in confusion. He clearly felt that he was stabbed, but he was not seeing a bloody hole in his chest.
"Kneel," Asmodeus ordered.
The Saints that were holding the King in place removed their hands and allowed the latter to stand on his own feet.
At first, the Middle-Aged Man wanted to defy Asmodeus' order, but this thought immediately disappeared as he looked at the Half-Elf, who was looking back at him with an indifferent look on his face.
"Master," the Middle-Aged Man said as he respectfully knelt towards the Half-Elf.
Asmodeus had used the skill Half-Life Zombie, turning the King into one of Lux's servants.
The Adventurers who saw this were horrified because they knew for a fact that their King was a very arrogant person and would never kneel even in death.
But that same arrogant King was now kneeling and looking at Lux as if he was a God.
"H-He wouldn't do that to us, right?" the Handsome Adventurer asked.
"I don't think so," the skinny Adventurer replied. "I didn't hear any news about him attacking the members of the Adventurer's Guild. We are a neutral party, so we stay out of these kinds of conflicts."
As if hearing their conversation, Lux glanced in their direction, making all the Adventurers subconsciously shudder.
The Half-Elf's gaze was devoid of any emotions, making them feel as if they were staring face-to-face with Death.
Fortunately, Lux shifted his attention back to his subordinates and nodded.
"You know what to do," Lux said. "All the Saints of this kingdom, bring them here."
"""Yes, Master!"""
The Hundreds of Saints that Lux had subjugated all replied in unison. They were the Saints of the Kingdoms that had fallen under his rule.
All of them had been devoured by Blackfire, so their loyalty now belonged to the Half-Elf.
The Rulers and members of the Royal Family that he had visited had all been turned into Half-Life Zombies, technically making them Lux's slaves.
Lux only ordered the rulers to continue managing their kingdoms and ensure that they weeded out all of the corrupt Nobles.
He also ordered them to ensure that the people would be able to live happy and comfortable lives, especially the common folk who were always suffering from hardships.
Since all the powerhouses of the majority of the Kingdoms now belonged to Lux, even the small-time criminals and bandits didn't dare cause trouble in the lands he had subjugated.
The Angel of Death was someone they didn't want to offend because they knew the outcome of antagonizing him.
Lux watched as all the Saints were stabbed by Asmodeus in the chest, turning them all to his subordinates.
This whole process didn't even last an hour, and as soon as all the big wigs were converted to their side, the Undead Army inside the city all disappeared as if they were never there in the first place.
"Let's go," Lux ordered.
Immediately, a floating platform, pulled by two Gryphons, hovered beside the Half-Elf.
Lux casually stepped on it and walked towards his seat of honor.
His seat wasn't actually a seat, but a human woman.
A beautiful lady, whose feet and hands were tied to four posts, was suspended a meter above the floor.
She was wearing a one-piece nightgown that clung to the curves of her body, showcasing an alluring sight for any man.
However, a month ago, she wasn't wearing anything.
Lux simply treated her as his chair, without even feeling anything.
This was nearly an impossible task for most young men, especially since the woman's beauty was only a few notches lower than his Grandmaster Hereswith.
The Beast King couldn't tolerate it anymore and pleaded that the Half-Elf should at least give her something to wear.
At first, Lux ignored the Beast King's words, but after a few more days, he had calmed down a bit and allowed the woman to retain a little dignity by letting her wear clothes to cover her body.
This person was none other than Maeve, the Oracle of the Divine Army, who had now become Lux's subordinate.
Even after Blackfire had devoured her, Lux continued to treat her as an object instead of a person.
Maeve, who had just been sat upon, groaned in happiness.
Her pride and arrogance could no longer be seen.
The only thing that she was feeling right now was deep love and satisfaction toward her Master for treating her as his personal chair.
No other woman nor man had been given this honor, and she was genuinely happy to be useful to the handsome Half-Elf, who was now her everything.
Sitting on the woman's back, Lux closed his eyes and meditated. He could feel that the killing intent inside his body was starting to go out of control.
He had truly been doing his best to hold himself back from starting a massacre. If not for Queen Bianca's interference back in the Beast Empire, Lux might have done something that he would definitely regret in his lifetime.
The Half-Elf had almost attacked the Beast King, along with his twin daughters, in his anger.
Back then, he really didn't care whether he killed everyone in sight. Fortunately, the little bit of conscience that remained had kicked in the moment Blackfire and Queen Bianca appeared.
Since then, he had been bottling up his killing intent as he visited the Kingdoms that were affiliated with the Divine Army.
Diablo, Asmodeus, and Lux's other Named Creatures all looked at their Master with concern on their faces.
They didn't want their Master to completely fall into damnation, so Asmodeus took it upon himself to do the job of converting their enemies into slaves on behalf of his Master, in hopes that the latter would have less burden.
The people of the recently subjugated Kingdom looked at the floating platform with awe, fear, and admiration.
This was the Angel of Death.
And no organization in Elysium, not even the Divine Army, dared to oppose him at the moment.
All of them feared that they would suffer the same fate as the beautiful Oracle, who would now live and die for the sake of Lux's happiness.
