CHAPTER 30: NIGHT NEVER ENDS

[System: Continental Alliance Engagement]

[Distance: 15 kilometers]

[Lucas’s Undead Forces: 1,200,000 units advancing]

[Konstantin’s Alliance: 850,000 troops]

[Battlefield Status: Optimal for carnage]

[Victory Probability: 97.3%]

Lucas stood atop the tallest tower of his fortress, gazing out at the sea of undead that surged like a wave of death toward the horizon. Every step of the undead army sent shivers down his spine, while the bone dragons flapped their wings with a sound that resembled the screams of thousands of damned souls.

"Beautiful," his voice flowed with almost spiritual satisfaction, "perfection in motion."

Selena materialized beside him with movements like a liquid shadow, her Crimson Crown gleaming with vampiric energy that resonated with bloodlust. "My King, scout reports indicate Konstantin has set up a defensive formation. He’s trying to—"

"Irrelevant," Lucas interrupted, his tone laced with dark amusement. "Defensive positions are only effective when the enemy doesn’t have an overwhelming numerical advantage."

[System: Tactical Analysis]

[Konstantin’s Formation: Layered defense]

[Front Line: Heavy infantry - 200,000 units]

[Support: Archers and mages - 300,000 units]

[Reserve: Cavalry and specialists - 350,000 units]

[Weakness: Lack of anti-undead capabilities]

[Lucas’s Advantage: Undead units immune to fear, fatigue, and pain]

In the distance, Konstantin’s formation looked like a sea of steel gleaming in the dying sunlight. Thousands of banners fluttered with pride that would soon turn to despair. Lucas could feel the anticipation coursing through his veins like liquid fire.

"Commence assault," he commanded, his tone seeming to resonate with death itself.

[Undead Assault: Wave One]

[Zombie Horde: 400,000 units]

[Objective: Overwhelm front lines]

[Resistance: Heavy infantry]

[Expected Casualties: Acceptable]

[Psychological Impact: Terror induction]

The first wave of zombies crashes into Konstantin’s front line with an impact resembling an avalanche. The sound of metal colliding with decaying flesh creates a blood-curdling symphony.

The screams of living soldiers mix with the groans of the undead in a twisted harmonic.

"Magnificent," Lucas murmurs with appreciation bordering on religious ecstasy, "fear spreading like a plague through their ranks."

"Magnificent," Lucas murmurs with appreciation bordering on religious ecstasy, "fear spreading like a plague through their ranks."

[System: Battle Progress]

[Constantin’s Front Line: 23% casualties]

[Moral: Declining rapidly]

[Formation: Beginning to waver]

[Undead Losses: 67,000 units]

[Tactical Advantage: Increasing]

Selena approaches with predatory grace, her vampiric senses allowing her to taste the fear that emanates from the battlefield. "My King, their archers are concentrating fire. Shall I deploy bone dragons for disruption?"

Lucas’s smile widened with anticipation that transcended mortal comprehension. "Not yet. Allow them to exhaust ammunition first. Fear is a weapon that requires proper cultivation."

[Undead Assault: Wave Two]

[Skeletal Warriors: 300,000 units]

[Objective: Exploit front line weakness]

[Formation: Spear wall penetration]

[Support: Necromantic enhancement]

[Expected Result: Breakthrough]

Skeletal warriors advanced with a precision that defined their undead nature. Unlike mindless zombies, these units retain tactical awareness of their living days, executing complex maneuvers with efficiency that horrified enemy commanders.

"Impossible," Konstantin’s voice carried across the battlefield via magical amplification, "undead should lack tactical coordination!"

Lucas’s laughter echoed with notes that seemed to shatter dimensional barriers. "Poor Konstantin. Your understanding of necromancy is... limited."

[System: Breakthrough Achieved]

[Constantin’s Front Line: 78% casualties]

[Formation: Complete collapse]

[Retreat: Attempting withdrawal]

[Undead Pursuit: Initiated]

[Massacre: Commencing]

What remained of Konstantin’s front line began retreating in a panic that bordered on a stampede.

Disciplined soldiers who had been trained for years were reduced to terrified individuals fleeing from inevitable death. Lucas observed satisfaction that approached euphoria.

"Selena," her voice carried undertones that promised greater violence, "release bone dragons. Time for aerial devastation."

[Aerial Assault: Bone Dragons]

[Units: 24 dragons]

[Objective: Archer elimination]

[Method: Dive bombing]

[Resistance: Magical barriers]

[Effectiveness: Overwhelming]

Bone dragons descended from the sky like harbingers of the apocalypse, their massive skeletal forms blocking sunlight and casting shadows that seemed to drain the warmth of the air itself.

Arrow volleys that should have been devastating simply passed through gaps in their bone structure.

"No..." archer commanders screamed in desperation, "concentrate fire! Bring them down!"

Magical attacks struck bone dragons with a force that should have shattered normal creatures, yet necromantic enhancement allowed them to absorb damage that would vaporize living beings. Dragon breath—streams of necrotic energy—swept across archer formations with an efficiency approaching artistry.

[System: Archer Casualties]

[Eliminated: 267,000 units]

[Remaining: 33,000 units in retreat]

[Moral: Shattered]

[Konstantin’s Response: Desperate cavalry charge]

[Effectiveness: Minimal]

Lucas watched with an expression that reflected satisfaction that bordered on spiritual fulfillment. The Continental alliance that had been assembled to destroy him was crumbling at a speed that exceeded his most optimistic projections.

"Cavalry charge," he commented with amusement that carried undertones of cosmic mockery, "classic desperation move."

[Cavalry Engagement: Final Phase]

[Constantine’s Cavalry: 350,000 units]

[Undead Response: Skeletal cavalry]

[Bone Dragons: Coordinated assault]

[Outcome: Predetermined]

[Duration: 17 minutes]

Konstantin’s cavalry charged with a courage that was admirable but ultimately futile. Horses that had been trained for war screamed in terror when confronted with undead mounts that felt neither pain nor fear. Cavalry lances shattered against skeletal warriors who simply reformed after being struck.

"Courage without wisdom," Lucas observed in a tone that mixed appreciation with condescension, "admirable but pointless."

[System: Final Casualties]

[Constantin’s Alliance: 847,000 eliminated]

[Survivors: 3,000 units in full retreat]

[Lucas’s Losses: 234,000 undead units]

[Victory: Absolute]

[Continental Status: Leaderless]

The battlefield stretched for kilometers, covered with corpses numbered in the hundreds of thousands. Blood-soaked ground to a depth that would take decades to fully absorb. Lucas descended from the fortress with a stride that seemed to command reality itself.

"Konstantin," his voice carried across carnage with authority that penetrated dimensional barriers, "emerge from your hiding place. Face your conqueror."

[Konstantin’s Surrender: Inevitable]

[Location: Identified]

[Condition: Critically wounded]

[Moral: Completely shattered]

[Tactical Genius: Proven insufficient]

Konstantin emerged from behind the overturned siege engine with a movement that reflected defeat that transcended physical injury. Blood streamed from multiple wounds, yet psychological damage was far more devastating.

"You..." his voice carried despair which seemed to drain hope from the air itself, "you’re not human anymore."

Lucas approached with a predatory grace that made reality bend to accommodate his presence.

"Humanity is a limitation that I abandoned long ago. You represented the peak of mortal achievement, yet you fell like all others."

[Personal Confrontation: Lucas vs Konstantin]

[Power Differential: Cosmic vs Mortal]

[Outcome: Torture session]

[Objective: Information extraction]

[Method: Psychological dominance]

"Tell me," Lucas’s voice carried notes that seemed to resonate with death itself, "what other alliances are forming? What desperate measures are being planned?"

Konstantin’s eyes widened with terror that transcended physical fear. "I... I won’t betray—"

Lucas’s hand moved with a speed that defied perception, crushing Konstantin’s sword arm in an almost casual gesture. "Betrayal implies loyalty that still exists. Your alliance is extinct. Your cause is hopeless."

[Information Extraction: Successful]

[Revealed: Underground resistance movement]

[Revealed: Three hidden territories]

[Revealed: Void Sovereign’s true nature]

[Intelligence Value: Critical]

[Constantin’s Fate: Delayed execution]

Konstantin’s psychological barriers crumbled under Lucas’s cosmic-tier intimidation. Information flows like blood from wounds that could never heal—secrets that had been guarded with lives were surrendered in moments of absolute terror.

"Fascinating," Lucas murmured with satisfaction that bordered on religious ecstasy, "underground resistance, hidden territories, and most interesting—Void Sovereign’s weakness."

[System: Continental Status]

[Organized Resistance: Eliminated]

[Surviving Territories: 8 confirmed]

[Underground Movement: Exposed]

[Lucas’s Position: Dominant]

[Next Target: Void Sovereign]

Selena approached with a movement that seemed to flow from shadows themselves, her vampiric senses detecting satisfaction that emanated from Lucas in waves of dark energy. "My King, continental conquest is nearly complete. Shall we proceed with final consolidation?"

Lucas stared at the setting sun with an expression that promised darkness that would never end. His cosmic-tier powers had been tested against the greatest mortal alliance, and the result was an absolute victory that exceeded all expectations.

"Consolidation," his voice carried undertones that seemed to resonate with eternity itself, "is for those who lack ambition to transcend mortality."

[System: Final Preparations]

[Void Sovereign: 99.99% awakened]

[Confrontation: Inevitable]

[Stakes: Dimensional dominance]

[Lucas’s Strategy: Total annihilation]

[Reality: Approaching fundamental change]

Lucas raised his arms with a gesture that seemed to command the cosmos itself. Across the battlefield, corpses began rising—friends and enemies alike joining his undead legions in death offered no distinction.

"Selena," his voice carried notes that promised entertainment beyond mortal comprehension, "prepare for the final battle. Void Sovereign awaits, and I intend to disappoint him."

Selena settled onto a throne that had been constructed from enemy bones, blood dripping from her lips as she savored residual fear that lingered in the water. Her Crimson Crown pulsed with vampiric energy that seemed to eclipse the stars themselves.

"As you command, My King," her voice carried devotion that bordered on worship, "shall we begin dimensional preparations?"

Lucas stood atop a mountain of corpses that stretched for kilometers, his cosmic-tier presence radiating authority that made reality itself acknowledge his supremacy. Continental alliance lay destroyed, organized resistance was extinct, and only one challenge remained.

"This is just the beginning."