Universal Lord: Creating My Valkyries Army
Chapter 38: Ch.38 Aftermath

Chapter 38: Ch.38 Aftermath

"Are all present?"

Yaman asked as he looked at the group of four winged angels in front of him. Five of them stood in the front, and the remaining twenty or so sat behind them.

Those standing in the front were his heroes, and those at the back were the normal troops. All of them were Ascension realm, ranked somewhere between Low and Mid.

Two of his heroes were missing: Agel, who died to Stella, and Angelia, who wasn’t present here.

"Holy Apostle, Her Majesty Angelia isn’t present."

One of the four-winged angels replied as he stood up. Yaman nodded at that and didn’t say anything else.

After all, there is no way he can command Angelia, after all her origin is too grand for him to even say.

"Well, the Northern City plan needs to be changed."

"Why?"

Another four-winged angel wielding a great sword stood up with a fiery expression. Seeing this Rude behaviour, Yaman just raised his eyes and continued.

"Miss Angelia said so."

"Oh!"

Hearing his words, the angel quickly sat down in fear, not daring to say anything else.

"According to her, there is a great enemy there."

"An enemy even she couldn’t defeat."

"What?"

"Not Possible.."

"Must be False!!!"

Hearing about the fact that even Angelia couldn’t defeat the enemy, all of them exclaimed in horror and disbelief.

"It’s the truth, so..."

"SILENCE!!"

Just as Yaman was about to continue his words, Angelia’s angry voice cut his words as the room quieted down.

Feeling Angelia’s anger, no one dared to speak. They felt like death was standing behind them as all of them lowered their head.

Only Yaman looked up as the figure of Angelia entered the room with a calm expression. His mood didn’t fluctuate much as he spoke.

"Is there anything wrong with my statement, Miss Angelia?"

Yaman asked as he took a sip of tea, feeling the cold tea soothing his tongue and his mind relaxed a little.

"Nothing Wrong."

Angelia replied with an annoyed voice as she created a throne of light behind her and sat down.

"That B#tch is stronger than you think.."

"A weird race and too strong of an ability."

"Wonder what kind of hybrid that b#tch is."

Angelia muttered to herself, but her voice filled the room.

"A race even unknown to you?"

Yaman asked with a raised eyebrow. After all, there shouldn’t be any race that Angelia doesn’t know.

"Yes.."

"That’s why I call her a hybrid. Must be a creation of some crazy pe.."

"Doesn’t a lord live in that direction? Maybe a lord created a new race."

Yaman cut her words as his eyes narrowed down, thinking about the possibility he had presented. If this turns out to be true, then his future path with become even more troublesome.

"IMPOSSIBLE!!!"

Angelia shouted with a red face after hearing Yaman’s words.. She refused to admit that Stella was a new race.

After all, as one of the earliest angels to be born and the third hero of the Holy One, she knows the strength of the original heroes.

Her current strength can be called just that, almost invincible in the same rank and having the possibility to fight those of weaker race who are stronger than them.

But during her battle, she was almost an entire realm greater than Stella but was still at a disadvantage in a fight.

So if Stella is really of a new race, then it means that the angels are weaker than this race. It means that the creations of the Holy One are inferior.

This is something she refuses to accept; she finds herself to be perfect as being one of the Holy One’s early creations, but now this perfection is being questioned.

This made her anger boil even more, so much so that she wished to destroy this continent so that this shameful event would be forever removed from history.

"Holy Apostle, the beastmen are attacking!!!"

Her thoughts were interrupted as a two-winged angel rushed into the meeting room.

...

On the northern side of Neo’s territory, after traveling for 500,000 kilometers, the green grass on the ground has become sparse.

You can see rocks of various sizes piercing out of the ground as the various small hills are formed. Bones of animals, monsters, and other races are littered on the ground as the energy of death on the ground continues to rise.

Going further, an army is seen, but this isn’t the army of the living, but the army of the dead as skeletons, death knights, and other undead races kill all living things that appear in front of them.

With each passing moment, the army grows, as even the dead aren’t able to escape.

Just this army consists of more than a hundred thousand soldiers, and such of large army can be seen spread throughout the land.

In the center of all this madness, four hills stand tall, covered in bones and dead bodies. In between these hills, a territory stands guarded by a large wall made of bones.

The only residents of the territory are the dead, as no living could ever hope to survive here.

This is the territory of the ’Death Gazed’, the lords of the undead.

Inside the territory stands a worn-out castle in its center, releasing the most intense wave of death energy.

In the throne room, on the throne made of bones, a figure sat. Various high ranking undead were kneeling before the throne waiting for the lord’s command.

The figure, as black as the shadows, had yellow lizard-like eyes, his figure slender as his upper body was shown.

The black scales glowed with the blue light of the torches in the room as his tail slithered around. His face was handsome by lizard standards as he was enjoying the head of a human.

A shadow Newt, one of the biggest races in the Outer Void(Universe) and a race that hates the humans with a passion.

"Anything to report hiss?"

Crunch!

The shadow Newt asked as the human head was crushed in a single bite, and he moaned a little as if enjoying the spilling blood and brain matter.

"My Death Loved Lord, we found a group of beastmen further south from here."

"Looking at their numbers, they are most likely under the command of another lord."

"Oh, The surround the lord and suppress that lord like usual, hiss"

He spoke in a lazy manner as he picked up another head from the plate and started to savor it.

"Understood."

The death knight nodded his head as they stood up to leave the room.

"Death Loved Lord!!"

"A group of beastmen is attacking!!"

One of the undead mages in the room shouted as he heard the information through magic from his subordinate.

"What? How dare they, Hiss"

Hearing that he was being attacked, the shadow newt became angry, and his face turned purple.

"Go!! Destroy Them!! Hiss"

He shouted as he took another big bite at the head in his hand.

....

In the thousand beast alliance, a group of human diplomats could be seen entering the main conference hall.

All those at the Ascension rank currently present were gathered around as they looked at the humans with fierce eyes.

The Ascension rank humans were the same as they also glared at the beastmen.

Their leader was a human with long brown hair and a refined gentleman-like body; a scar in the shape of a claw ran down his face.

Without saying anything about the fierce clash between the two parties, the door of the room opened as he took a step forward. Just as he walked inside the door behind him closed as he was separated from his followers.

This didn’t seem to worry him as he started at the center of the room. A beastman sat on the throne as his with his golden eyes staring at the gentleman.

Looking at the lion man, the scar on his face stung as he showed a ferocious smile on his face.

"Karsa, it seems you are not dead. Let me fix that for you."

The gentleman shouted as his strength exploded. The aura of a Mortal King spread out as the hair of Karas danced wildly due to the intense aura released by the gentle man.

The gentleman’s figure disappeared, and he appeared in front of Karas, his fist clenched as he punched out.

The force of the punch was so great that even space started to bend. Karas didn’t take the dist seriously as he raised his hands.

BOOOOMMM!!!!

The sound of a nuclear bomb exploding was heard as all the chairs in the room flew into the air, the ground under their feet cracked as the space was visually distorted and on the verge of breaking.

"Brondo, you are as impulsive as ever."

"Though I don’t mind adding another scar to your face."

Karas’s teasing voice was heard as the smoke cleared. Karas was still sitting on the throne, holding the fist of Brondo with his hand.

"Oh, Wanna try it?"

Brondo spoke with a sneer on his face as the image of a man wielding a sword appeared behind him. Karas wasn’t the one to back down as the image of a lion also manifested.

The kings majesty of the both of them clashed as space started to crack; the void hidden by the space was seen as the world quickly healed this wound.

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