Chapter 79
Leon sat on the windowsill, watching the chaos unfolding in the castle courtyard. The Iris Clan’s stronghold, which had become the main base at the very dawn of the cult’s formation, was now upgrading its defenses—digging a moat around the last wall at the foot of the mountain.
Global Announcement: The Undead Invasion has begun.
Merlin and his assistants burst into the room.
"Leon, did you see?! The undead—a global announcement! You were right!"
For a moment, the young god arranged his thoughts into a coherent order.
"Damn it! The corpses! War means corpses—that’s what I didn’t account for! Where were the recent battlefields?"
"Everywhere! On three continents—only Katan was spared. The old gods crushed anyone who tried to hide there."
"Gather intel," the young god began dissolving, shifting into the astral plane. "We need to assess the scale of the disaster. If it’s manageable, we’ll send a couple dozen squads to clear out the undead and hunt down the liches. But if this turns into a real crisis, we’ll need a more serious solution. We must protect all our followers."
After just a minute of surveying the lands through the eyes of his believers, Leon realized how dire the situation was—and where help was needed most. Immediate action was required. He reached out to all allied factions at once.
"Dear allies! We have a world-scale crisis! On Ovidia, across all human territories, a global undead invasion has begun. Minimum threat level—570. Right now, it’s just basic undead, but by evening, chimera-class undead will appear. In the south, near the dwarven mountains, the first battles have already begun. The dwarves took the brunt of the first wave, but their defenses will collapse within hours. Their settlements are retreating into their underground cities. The situation is even worse on other continents. The elves’ Spring Forest is under siege, shielded by a powerful magical barrier. Our top priority is evacuating villagers to the cities. Help them however you can—use carts, mounts, anything to get them behind city walls. All cities are going into lockdown. My avatars will cover you until the evacuation is complete."
A minute later, Leon’s avatars possessed his warriors, aiding in the cities’ defense. The undead horde was vast, already surpassing the average player’s level by about 200—and this was just the beginning. What he saw at the border of the No Man’s Land terrified him ten times more than this minor skirmish. An undead army so vast even a god might envy it.
The worst part was the divine energy radiating from those abominations. Once this army marched, the world would plunge into darkness. But for now, it lay dormant—waiting for its command.