Global Lord: My Unit Commander is Vampire Queen-Chapter 29: No Rest for the Wicked

[System: Dual Threat Analysis Complete]

[Void Sovereign: 99.9% awakened]

[Continental Alliance: 2 hours from arrival]

[Lucas’s Strategic Options: Multiple engagement scenarios]

[Recommendation: Defensive positioning]

[Lucas’s Response: Rejected]

Lucas stared at the tactical data with an expression that reflected an insatiable hunger. The two approaching threats should have made him cautious, but instead—the adrenaline coursing through his veins demanded more violence, more destruction.

"Defensive positioning," his voice contained a mockery that could freeze the blood, "the system still doesn’t understand my true nature."

Selena approached with movements that resembled liquid shadows, sensing the restlessness emanating from Lucas in waves of dark energy. "My King, the shadow network has identified three nearby territories that are still surviving. Shall we wait for major threats or..."

"No," Lucas’s interruption carried a finality that seemed to cut through reality itself, "waiting is for cowards. I want blood now."

"No," Lucas’s interruption carried a finality that seemed to cut through reality itself.

[System: Nearest Territory Analysis]

[Territory #334: Lord Baron Thaddeus]

[Distance: 15 kilometers northeast]

[Troops: 23,000 units]

[Specialization: Defensive fortification]

[Status: High alert, expecting attack]

[Territory #445: Lady Duchess Morgana]

[Distance: 18 kilometers southwest]

[Troops: 31,000 units]

[Specialization: Elemental warfare]

[Status: Evacuating non-combatants]

[Territory #667: Lord Commander Reginald]

[Distance: 22 kilometers southeast]

[Troops: 28,000 units]

[Specialization: Cavalry charges]

[Status: Preparing mobile defense]

Lucas studied information with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Three territories, three different strategic approaches, and three opportunities for carnage that will satisfy his desire for destruction.

"Selena," his voice carried harmonics that seemed to resonate with death itself, "prepare for the simultaneous assault. I want all three territories eliminated before the continental alliance arrives."

Selena’s Crimson Crown erupted with energy that reflected vampiric excitement. "Simultaneous assault, My King? The logistics alone would require—"

"Necromantic abilities," Lucas’s smile promised suffering beyond mortal comprehension, "from Lord Sage Mordecai that you consumed. Undead armies don’t require rest, food, or fear management."

[System: Necromantic Army Deployment]

[Available Corpses: 847,000 units]

[Zombie Creation: Instant animation]

[Skeletal Warriors: Elite undead variant]

[Command Range: 500 kilometers]

[Deployment Strategy: Triple-pronged assault]

[Resistance: Minimal against living armies]

Selena’s expression transformed into predatory satisfaction as she comprehended the scope of Lucas’s strategy. "Brilliant, My King. Undead forces will overwhelm their defenses while we observe from the comfort of our fortress."

"Observe?" Lucas’s laughter carried undertones capable of shattering dimensional barriers, "Absolutely not. I will personally lead the assault on Territory #334. Direct participation in carnage is essential to my satisfaction."

[System: Personal Combat Engagement]

[Target: Territory #334 - Lord Baron Thaddeus]

[Lucas’s Power Level: 8,923]

[Enemy Resistance: 23,000 defensive units]

[Advantage: Overwhelming]

[Estimated Duration: 47 minutes]

[Survival Rate: 0%]

Selena bowed with the reverence that carried undertones of vampiric devotion. "As you command, My King. Shall I coordinate necromantic attacks on other territories while you engage personally?"

Lucas gestured with approval that promised entertainment beyond comprehension. "Exactly. I want to witness Baron Thaddeus’s expression when his ’impregnable’ fortress crumbles."

[Necromantic Deployment: Territory #445]

[Zombie Horde: 150,000 units]

[Skeletal Cavalry: 50,000 units]

[Command Override: Selena’s direct control]

[Objective: Total annihilation]

[Resistance: Lady Duchess Morgana’s elemental forces]

[Expected Casualties: 100% enemy elimination]

[Necromantic Deployment: Territory #667]

[Undead Legions: 200,000 units]

[Bone Dragons: 12 units]

[Command Override: Autonomous destruction]

[Objective: Cavalry neutralization]

[Resistance: Lord Commander Reginald’s mobile forces]

[Expected Result: Overwhelming victory]

Lucas emerged from the fortress with a presence that seemed to drain light from the surrounding atmosphere. His enhanced abilities radiated authority that made reality itself bend to accommodate his will. Behind him, Selena’s necromantic energy began animating corpses that had been accumulating in fortress dungeons—victims from previous conquests that would serve him even in death.

"Territory #334," Lucas murmured with anticipation bordering on madness, "Baron Thaddeus’s ’legendary’ defensive preparations will provide amusing entertainment."

[Personal Assault: Territory #334]

[Approach: Direct frontal assault]

[Support: 75,000 zombie units]

[Lucas’s Role: Breach Specialist]

[Defensive Response: Fortress walls, artillery, magic barriers]

[Psychological Impact: Terror-inducing presence]

Territory #334 appeared on the horizon like a monument to utility. Massive stone walls stretched for kilometers, studded with defensive towers that were bristled with artillery. Baron Thaddeus had invested everything in creating a fortress that could withstand any attack.

"Impressive," Lucas’s voice carried notes of genuine appreciation, "he believes walls can protect him from me."

[Defensive Analysis: Territory #334]

[Wall Height: 50 meters]

[Thickness: 15 meters reinforced stone]

[Defensive Towers: 47 units]

[Artillery Positions: 234 cannons]

[Magic Barriers: Triple-layered protection]

[Garrison: 23,000 elite defenders] 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

[Moral: High confidence in defenses]

Lucas approached the fortress with a stride that seemed to shake the earth itself. Zombie hordes spread in a formation that reflects tactical brilliance—not for victory since that was guaranteed, but for maximizing among terror defenders.

"Baron Thaddeus!" Lucas’s voice carried across the battlefield with a volume that defied natural law, "Your fortress amuses me! Come out and face your extinction!"

[Defensive Response: Territory #334]

[Artillery Barrage: 234 cannons firing]

[Magic Attacks: Concentrated defensive spells]

[Archer Volleys: 5,000 arrows per salvo]

[Effectiveness Against Lucas: 0%]

[Psychological Effect: Defender panic increases]

Cannonballs and magical attacks struck Lucas with a force that should have vaporized normal Lord, yet his enhanced form absorbed impacts like minor annoyances. Artillery fire that could level mountains simply bounced off his cosmic-tier defenses.

"Pathetic," Lucas’s laughter echoed across the battlefield, "your best attacks feel like gentle rain."

[Fortress Breach: Initiated]

[Method: Direct physical assault]

[Target: Main gate]

[Lucas’s Approach: Overwhelming force]

[Defensive Response: Concentrated fire]

[Outcome: Inevitable]

Lucas placed both hands on the fortress gate—15 meters of reinforced steel backed with magical barriers that had never been breached. His cosmic-tier strength began exerting pressure that exceeded material limitations.

"No..." Baron Thaddeus’s voice echoed from the fortress walls, "impossible... nothing can break through our defenses..."

[Gate Integrity: 78%... 45%... 12%...]

[Magical Barriers: Failing]

[Reinforcement Attempts: Insufficient]

[Defender Morale: Collapse]

[Breakthrough: Imminent]

Metal shrieked and magical energy shattered as Lucas’s strength overwhelmed every defensive measure. The gate that had been designed to withstand siege engines exploded inward in a shower of debris that killed dozens of defenders.

"Welcome to nightmare," Lucas stepped through the breach with a presence that seemed to drain hope from the air itself.

[Fortress Interior: Breached]

[Defenders: 23,000 units in panic]

[Resistance: Desperate但futile]

[Lucas’s Position: Unstoppable force]

[Zombie Support: Pouring through breach]

[Massacre: Commencing]

Baron Thaddeus emerged from the central keep with an expression that mixed desperation with doomed courage. "You... you’re not human anymore."

"Correct observation," Lucas’s smile promised suffering beyond comprehension, "humanity is a limitation that I transcended long ago."

[Personal Combat: Lucas vs Baron Thaddeus]

[Power Differential: 8.923 vs 1.234]

[Outcome: Predetermined]

[Duration: Extended for entertainment]

[Method: Psychological torture]

Lucas deliberately slowed his movements, allowing Baron Thaddeus to believe he possessed a chance at survival. Defensive specialist’s attacks—sword techniques that have been perfected through decades of training—struck with a precision that would have impressed normal opponents.

"Excellent form," Lucas commented as he casually deflected attacks that should have been lethal, "decades of training evident in every movement."

[Simultaneous Assault Updates]

[Territory #445: 67% eliminated]

[Lady Duchess Morgana: Retreating]

[Elemental Defenses: Insufficient against undead]

[Territory #667: 89% eliminated]

[Lord Commander Reginald: Final cavalry charge]

[Bone Dragons: Dominating battlefield]

Through vampiric connection, Lucas could sense carnage unfolding in other territories. Selena’s necromantic forces were regularly annihilating resistance with an efficiency that bordered on artistry.

"Your allies are dying," Lucas informed Baron Thaddeus in a conversational tone that contrasted with the horror of revelation, "would you like to join them quickly, or shall we extend this entertainment?"

[Baron Thaddeus: Psychological Breaking Point]

[Moral: Shattered]

[Combat Effectiveness: 23%]

[Desperation: Maximum]

[Final Attack: Imminent]

Baron Thaddeus raised the sword with a movement that reflected the last reserves of courage. "For my people! For my territory! For—"

Lucas’s hand moved with a speed that defined perception, crushing the sword and Baron’s arm in a single gesture. "For nothing. Your people are dead. Your territory is mine. Your legacy is extinction."

[Territory #334: Conquest Complete]

[Survivors: 0]

[Resources Absorbed: Fortress infrastructure]

[Power Gain: Minimal but satisfying]

[Duration: 43 minutes]

[Entertainment Value: Moderate]

[Simultaneous Assault: Final Updates]

[Territory #445: Conquest Complete]

[Lady Duchess Morgana: Eliminated]

[Territory #667: Conquest Complete]

[Lord Commander Reginald: Eliminated]

[Total Casualties: 82,000 enemy units]

[Lucas’s Forces: Minimal losses]

Lucas stood amidst carnage with an expression that reflected satisfaction that bordered on euphoria. Three territories were eliminated simultaneously, and three Lords were destroyed, three steps closer to continental domination.

"Magnificent coordination, My King," Selena materialized beside him with movements that seemed to flow from shadows themselves, "triple conquest completed in record time."

"Acceptable warm-up," Lucas’s voice carried undertones that promised greater violence, "but hardly sufficient for my appetite."

[System: Continental Response]

[Constantin’s Alliance: Accelerating approach]

[Estimated Arrival: 45 minutes]

[Force Composition: 850,000 troops]

[Additional Intelligence: 3 more territories requesting aid]

[System Alert: Another wave of terror spreading]

Lucas stared at the approaching threat with anticipation that transcended mortal comprehension. Continental alliance represented a challenge that would test the limits of his enhanced capabilities.

"Forty-five minutes," his smile promised chaos that would echo through eternity, "perfect timing for final preparations."

Selena approaches with a predatory grace that reflects vampiric satisfaction. "My King, shall we prepare fortress defenses for their arrival?"

Lucas’s laughter carried harmonics that seemed to shatter dimensional barriers. "Defenses? Selena, defense is for those who lack confidence in their offensive capabilities."

[System: Offensive Preparations]

[Strategy: Preemptive strike]

[Target: Konstantin’s advancing forces]

[Method: Battlefield manipulation]

[Objective: Eliminate alliance before they reach fortress]

[Risk Level: Extreme]

[Entertainment Value: Maximum]

Lucas gestured toward the darkened horizon with the approach of the largest military force in "Global Lord" history. "Konstantin expects a defensive battle. Instead, he will face an offensive which redefines warfare itself."

Selena’s Crimson Crown erupted with energy that seemed to eclipse the stars themselves. "My King, your strategy will require—"

"Everything," Lucas’s voice carried notes of cosmic satisfaction, "total commitment to absolute victory. Gather all remaining undead forces. Prepare for an assault that will be remembered throughout history."

[Force Mobilization: All Available Units]

[Undead Legions: 1,200,000 units]

[Selena’s Vampiric Powers: Peak enhancement]

[Lucas’s Cosmic Abilities: Fully unleashed]

[Battlefield: Chosen for maximum carnage]

[Objective: Paint the horizon red]

Lucas raised his arms with a gesture that seemed to command reality itself. Across the battlefield, undead armies began to emerge from the ground—skeletal warriors, zombie hordes, bone dragons, and abominations of a defined classification.

"Konstantin," his voice carried across distance with authority that penetrated dimensional barriers, "your tactical genius will face a test that transcends mortal comprehension."

[System: Final Preparations Complete]

[Undead Army: 1,200,000 units mobilized]

[Constantin’s Alliance: 35 minutes from contact]

[Lucas’s Strategy: Offensive annihilation]

[Expected Outcome: Continental genocide]

[Reality: Approaching fundamental change]

Lucas stared at approaching enemy forces with an expression that promised entertainment beyond mortal imagination. The horizon darkened with dust clouds raised by 850,000 marching troops—the largest military force ever assembled for a single battle.

"Perfect," his voice carried undertones that seemed to resonate with death itself, "time to demonstrate what true power looks like."

Selena approached with a movement that seemed to flow like liquid darkness. "My King, final orders for our forces?"

Lucas’s smile widened with anticipation that bordered on madness. His cosmic-tier powers have been tested against individual territories, but never against continental alliances. Ultimate entertainment awaits.

"Paint the horizon red."