Lucas stood on the highest observation deck of the War Tower, gazing at the completed slaughter zone with eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. In his hand, a crystal communication device vibrated with incoming transmissions from the 47 Lords observing via the broadcast system. They were all about to witness a masterpiece that would beco a legend in the Global Lord realm.
"My King," Selena stepped in, radiating an aura of pure nace, "Baron Aldric has entered the outer periter. His army is unaware that they have just... crossed the point of no return."
Lucas activated the tactical display, displaying a real-ti view of the slaughter zone. From the outside, the area looked like an abandoned settlent with a few structures still intact. The perfect illusion to lure greedy Lords who thought they had found an easy conquest.
[System: Slaughter Zone Status]
[Enemy Army: Baron Aldric Ravencrest - 800 units]
[Current Position: Entry Zone Alpha]
[Trap Activation: Standby]
[Broadcast Viewers: 47 Lords]
[Psychological Impact: Calculating...]
"Comnce docuntation," Lucas ordered, his voice trembling with dark anticipation. "I want every detail recorded for... educational purposes."
Baron Aldric sent his final communication—a ssage filled with arrogance and disdain.
[System: Incoming ssage]
[From: Baron Aldric Ravencrest]
[ssage: "Nightveil, this territory is too easy to claim. You are truly weak, Lord. I will take all this territory and perhaps advance to your castle next."]
Lucas smiled with a sinister expression. "Famous last words. Selena, activate the entry zone traps. But do it... gradually. I want them to understand what they’ve walked into."
Selena raised her hand, her crimson eyes burning with painful intensity. Dark energy flowed from her body, and the ground in the entry zone began to change with subtle malevolence.
[System: Trap Activation Sequence]
[Phase 1: Stealth Undead Deploynt - Active]
[Phase 2: Camouflaged Pit Traps - Standby]
[Phase 3: Psychological Horror - Standby]
[Phase 4: Blood Fountain Network - Standby]
Baron Aldric’s army—800 units consisting of heavy infantry, archers, and cavalry—began to spread across the entry zone in an organized formation. They were unaware that underground, hundreds of undead creatures had been positioned with mathematical precision.
"My King," Selena whispered in a voice filled with dark excitent, "their formation is perfect for... maximum casualties. I suggest activation starting from the center, forcing them to panic and scatter."
Lucas nodded, his eyes never leaving the tactical display. "Proceed. But rember—I want so survivors to deliver a ssage to the other Lords."
[System: Phase 1 Activation]
[Stealth Undead: 200 units erging]
[Target Priority: Officers first]
[Attack Pattern: Surprise elimination]
The first to die was Baron Aldric’s cavalry commander—a Level 43 Knight who was giving orders to his unit. The undead warrior erged from the underground with supernatural speed, claws tearing through armor like paper. A bloodcurdling scream poured from the tactical display speakers, and Lucas could hear the shocked gasps of the Lords watching through the broadcast.
"Beautiful," Lucas murmured with twisted appreciation. "Selena, intensify the psychological effect. I want them to feel terror before they die."
Selena raised both hands, and the atmosphere in the slaughter zone began to change with oppressive malevolence. The sky darkened with unnatural speed, and the temperature dropped drastically. Even more terrifying were the whispers that began to flow from the ground—voices that seed to co from everywhere and nowhere.
[System: Psychological Warfare Activated]
[Fear Level: Rising]
[Troop Morale: Plumting]
[Combat Effectiveness: Reduced by 34%]
[Panic Threshold: 67%]
Baron Aldric’s army began to realize that sothing was terribly wrong. They fought against enemies erging from the ground, but every undead creature they killed was replaced by two more. Worse, they began to hear the voices of their dead comrades, calling out to them in a desperate and haunting tone.
"My King," Selena stared at Lucas, her eyes burning with absolute fascination, "I’m detecting incoming communications from other Lords. They’re starting to panic after seeing what’s happening."
Lucas activated the communication interface and saw a flood of ssages from the observing Lords.
[System: Communication Overflow]
[Lord Commander Theron: "What kind of magic is this?"]
[Duchess Lyanna: "This is impossible... undead don’t erge from the ground like that"]
[Lord Magnus: "Nightveil, what have you done to that territory?"]
[Count Vassily: "I’m withdrawing my army. This is madness."]
Lucas decided to respond with a ssage that would intensify the psychological impact.
[System: Broadcast ssage]
[To: All Lords within a 200 km radius]
[ssage: "Territory is still free to take. Baron Aldric is... exploring. Please join if interested."]
[Tone: Casual, almost bored]
Back in the slaughter zone, the situation was becoming increasingly desperate for Baron Aldric’s army. They had lost 200 units in the first 10 minutes, and what was even more terrifying was that they were starting to kill each other in a panic. Fear-induced friendly fire was becoming more deadly than undead attacks.
"Phase 2, My King?" Selena asked, her voice trembling with excitent.
"Activate," Lucas replied in a cold and final tone.
[System: Phase 2 Activation]
[Camouflaged Pit Traps: 50 locations]
[Trap Type: Spike pits with vampiric corruption]
[Estimated casualties: 150 units]
The ground began to collapse in random locations, and Baron Aldric’s soldiers fell into pit traps lined with spikes dripping with corrupted blood. Terrifying screams rose from the depths, but even more horrifying were the sounds of laughter that began to echo from the trapped soldiers—the vampiric corruption was beginning to affect their minds.
"My King," Selena stepped closer, her eyes glowing with euphoria, "the corruption rate is exceeding expectations. Those exposed to the spike blood are beginning to transform into... sothing else."
Lucas watched the tactical display with growing fascination. Soldiers who should have died from the pit traps were instead climbing out with unnatural movents. Their eyes turned crimson, and they began attacking forr comrades with supernatural savagery.
[System: Vampiric Corruption Spreading]
[Infected Units: 78]
[Conversion Rate: 89%]
[Loyalty Status: Transferred to Lucas Nightveil]
[Combat Effectiveness: Increased by 156%]
"This is... unprecedented," Lucas muttered in a voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Selena, how many troops can we corrupt this way?"
"With the blood fountain network fully activated, My King, I can maintain corruption throughout the entire army simultaneously," Selena replied, shifting her focus to the blood fountain activation. "But what’s more interesting... this corruption will spread to any troops that co into contact with infected units."
Lucas stared at the approaching armies of Commander Theron and Duchess Lyanna, still 5 kiloters away. "Perfect. Activate the blood fountain network. I want them to see exactly what happens to anyone who dares to challenge us."
[System: Phase 4 Activation]
[Blood Fountain Network: Online]
[Coverage: Entire slaughter zone]
[Effect: Vampiric corruption spread rate increased by 400%]
[Psychological Impact: Extre]
Blood fountains began to erge from the ground at strategic locations, spraying corrupted blood glowing with crimson energy. Any soldier sprayed was instantly transford into a vampiric creature loyal to Lucas. Even more terrifying was that they retained their tactical knowledge and combat skills—they beca perfect soldiers.
Baron Aldric, who remained in the center formation, sent a desperate communication.
[System: Ergency Communication]
[From: Baron Aldric Ravencrest]
[ssage: "Nightveil! What is this madness? My soldiers are turning against ! This is a violation of Global Lord rules!"]
Lucas activated direct communication with a tone that radiated cold amusent.
[System: Direct Response]
[To: Baron Aldric Ravencrest]
[ssage: "Rules? I only use territory that I have legally claid. If your soldiers beco loyal to ... well, that’s their choice."]
Baron Aldric’s remaining forces—less than 100 units of the original 800—began to retreat in complete panic. But the corrupted soldiers who were forrly their comrades began pursuing with terrifying coordination. They weren’t just hunting to kill—they were hunting to convert.
"My King," Selena stared at Lucas with eyes burning with absolute adoration, "Commander Theron and Duchess Lyanna are starting to slow down their approach. I think they’re starting to understand what they’re dealing with."
Lucas smiled with a chilling expression. "Let them watch. Fear is the most powerful weapon in psychological warfare."
[System: Slaughter Zone Results]
[Baron Aldric Army Status: 87% casualties]
[Converted Units: 312]
[Survivors: 43 (fleeing)]
[Psychological Impact on Observers: Extre]
[Territory Defense: Successful]
Suddenly, Lucas received a communication ssage that made him smile with a truly terrifying expression.
[System: Ergency Communication]
[From: Multiple Lords]
[ssage: "Nightveil, we’re willing to negotiate. Please don’t expand the slaughter zone into our territories."]
Lucas stared at Selena, his eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. "Negotiate? They still don’t understand their position."
Selena stepped onto the center observation deck, raising her hand, her eyes glowing with crimson intensity. Blood from the slaughter zone began to rise into the atmosphere, forming a crimson rain that fell with supernatural beauty. In the rain, Selena began moving with hypnotic grace—dancing with movents that combined elegance and nace.
"My King," Selena whispered in a voice trembling with ecstasy, "with the power we just gained from the slaughter zone, I can sense sothing... approaching from the Ancient Region. Sothing far more powerful than any army we’ve faced."
Lucas stared at the horizon, his eyes burning with a mixture of excitent and anticipation. "How much ti do we have?"
"Two hours, My King. But this isn’t just an army approaching—it’s sothing that will challenge everything we understand about this realm."
[System: Ancient Region Threat Update]
[Threat Level: MAXIMUM]
[Entity Type: UNKNOWN]
[Estimated Power: Beyond current asurent]
[Recomndation: Imdiate strategic preparation]
Lucas smiled, his expression radiating pure nace. "Perfect. This slaughter zone is just a warm-up. Selena, prepare for the real war."
Selena continued dancing in the crimson rain, her crimson eyes burning with an intensity that was painful to watch. In the distance, the sound of an approaching Ancient Region entity began to echo through the atmosphere—a sound that caused the ground to tremble and the sky to darken at an unnatural speed.
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