Chapter: The Nightmare That Walks Ahead
The march did not stop.
Not once.
Not even for a moment.
The corrupted forest moved like a living tide across the land.
Wherever Draven's army stepped, the earth itself surrendered.
Grass blackened.
Trees twisted into dark shapes.
Roots crawled across the soil like veins.
The world was slowly being rewritten.
Draven sat calmly atop the Demon Tyrant, the monstrous manticore walking forward with heavy, deliberate steps. Its wings occasionally twitched, its stinger tail lazily swaying through the air like a scythe waiting for blood.
Behind him stretched a sight that would haunt kingdoms.
Thousands upon thousands of monsters marched together in organized legions.
Boss rank monsters formed the front lines.
Mid bosses guarded the flanks.
High rank monsters filled the ranks like waves.
And the mid-rank beasts moved like endless shadows beneath them.
Above the army flew B2 on his massive poison wyvern, circling like a general surveying a battlefield that had already been won.
C3's Hellflame Bison walked beside the army, its hooves leaving trails of ember-like flames in the soil.
Samuel rode his undead warhorse silently.
Prince Varuk's massive demon bear crushed stones with each step.
And resting on the shoulder of a titan monster…
The Gargoyle General watched everything with glowing obsidian eyes.
Draven looked ahead calmly.
This was no longer a raid.
This was conquest.
The First Village
The first village appeared by noon.
Small.
Poor.
Surrounded by wheat fields and windmills.
Smoke rose from chimneys.
Children played in the dirt roads.
Farmers worked the fields.
Until someone saw the horizon.
At first it looked like a storm.
Then someone noticed the trees twisting.
Then the ground darkening.
Then the monsters.
A scream shattered the peaceful afternoon.
"MONSTERS!"
Panic erupted.
Villagers ran.
Some grabbed their families.
Others tried to hide.
A few foolish men picked up farming tools as weapons.
But the village had no walls.
No soldiers.
No protection.
Draven raised one finger.
The monster army stopped instantly.
He looked down at the village.
Some villagers were kneeling.
Some were running.
Some were screaming.
One man shouted desperately.
"PLEASE! We have nothing! Take whatever you want!"
Another ran forward waving a bag of coins.
"Gold! We have gold!"
A merchant stepped forward trembling.
"W-we can trade! We can do business with you!"
Draven simply watched.
His expression unreadable.
Then he spoke.
"Kill the fighters."
The monsters moved.
It lasted less than a minute.
Those who tried to resist died instantly.
Those who attacked were crushed.
Those who ran were ignored.
Draven raised his hand again.
"Stop."
The monsters froze.
The survivors trembled.
Draven looked down at the children hiding behind their parents.
At the elderly who could barely stand.
Then he turned his gaze away.
"Let them go."
His generals looked slightly surprised.
But they said nothing.
The survivors ran.
Screaming.
Crying.
Fleeing into the countryside.
Draven calmly lifted a black crown.
The Crown of Life and Death.
Dark energy flowed from it like mist.
The corpses scattered across the village began to move.
Bones cracked.
Eyes opened.
Flesh stitched itself together.
The dead rose.
Villagers who had died moments ago stood again.
Their eyes empty.
Their will gone.
Draven whispered softly.
"Serve."
And the undead joined the march.
Behind them…
The survivors ran across the fields.
Unaware.
That their blood now carried something far worse than death.
The plague of cursed coral had already entered their bodies.
Draven was not merciful.
He was patient.
If no one survived…
Who would spread his legend?
Who would carry his fear to the kingdoms?
The Burning Clans
The next encounter came with an adventurer clan.
Their camp was fortified with wooden barricades and watchtowers.
About two hundred seasoned fighters lived there.
When they saw the monster army approaching, they didn't run.
They prepared.
Spells ignited.
Swords were drawn.
One man stepped forward shouting.
"MONSTER LORD!"
"WE ARE WILLING TO NEGOTIATE!"
Draven didn't respond.
Another adventurer yelled.
"We can pay tribute!"
A third shouted.
"We know the forest routes! We can guide your army!"
Draven finally spoke.
"Samuel."
Samuel nodded silently.
His undead knights advanced.
The battle lasted five minutes.
The adventurers were strong.
Veterans who had survived countless raids.
But against thousands of monsters…
They were ants.
When it ended…
Draven raised the crown again.
Two hundred more undead joined the march.
The Town That Fell From the Sky
The next settlement was larger.
A fortified town with stone walls.
Thousands lived inside.
When Draven's army approached…
They didn't beg.
They attacked.
Cannons fired.
Magic exploded.
Ballistas roared.
Draven didn't even look up.
He simply spoke one name.
"General."
The Gargoyle General slowly stood atop the titan monster's shoulder.
His obsidian armor gleamed under the dark sky.
His wings unfolded.
Then he raised one hand.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Gravity twisted.
Clouds spiraled violently.
Something enormous began descending from the heavens.
A meteor.
But it wasn't natural.
Purple cracks ran across its surface.
The stone glowed with condensed magic.
The Gargoyle General whispered the name of the attack.
"Meteor of Eradication."
The meteor fell.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Then—
Impact.
The explosion swallowed the town.
Light brighter than the sun erupted.
The shockwave flattened forests.
The ground cracked for kilometers.
When the dust settled…
The town was gone.
A massive crater replaced it.
Draven watched quietly.
Even in his previous world…
A nuclear weapon would not have been much stronger.
The march continued.
The Knight In Black
The army moved again.
Hours passed.
The sky darkened toward evening.
Then suddenly…
A figure appeared on the road ahead.
A single man.
Standing alone.
Wearing black armor.
He didn't move.
He didn't speak.
He simply stood there.
Waiting.
Draven's generals reacted instantly.
"Enemy!"
A1's wolf lunged forward.
B2's wyvern screamed from the sky.
C3's flames ignited.
Samuel's undead knights formed attack formation.
Prince Varuk roared.
But something strange happened.
Samuel froze.
His eyes widened.
The black knight wasn't looking at Draven.
He was staring directly at Samuel.
The air grew heavy.
Then—
The knight vanished.
Gone.
Faster than sight.
A sword slid from its sheath.
The blade was ancient.
Rusty.
Corroded.
But not by water.
By blood.
Thousands of battles had eaten away at the metal.
The knight swung once.
A single purple slash flew forward.
Draven's generals reacted instantly.
"DEFEND!"
Every attack they had exploded forward.
Magic.
Poison.
Fire.
Undead energy.
Monster roars.
Even low-rank beasts joined.
The attack became a massive rainbow-colored storm of destruction.
Then the knight swung his sword again.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Draven woke up.
Fire.
Purple fire everywhere.
The corrupted forest burned.
His generals were dead.
Their bodies scattered across the ground.
His monster army…
Gone.
Erased.
Draven looked down.
His body was cut in half.
Blood poured from his mouth.
The black knight sat beside Samuel's corpse.
Watching silently.
Draven understood.
Samuel's master.
Samuel's past.
His vision blurred.
The stigma of the evil god burned across his back.
Agony spread through his soul.
Then everything went dark.
Voices In The Dark
"My lord…?"
A voice.
Familiar.
"A1…?"
"My lord??"
B2.
"Lord…?"
The Gargoyle General.
"Lord…?"
C3.
"King…?"
Samuel.
Prince Varuk.
Draven opened his eyes.
He was sitting on the Demon Tyrant's back.
His entire army stood around him.
Alive.
Confused.
The ruined town still smoked behind them.
Nothing had changed.
The march hadn't even stopped.
Draven blinked slowly.
"What…?"
Then a voice echoed inside his mind.
A telepathic whisper.
The dark elf.
"My lord… you froze suddenly."
Draven focused.
"What happened?"
She sounded relaxed.
In the bunker.
"I'm watching from the miniature domain model you gave me."
"I saw everything."
"I think it's a side effect."
"Of the Psychic Nightmare skill you used on me yesterday."
Draven frowned.
"Explain."
She sighed.
"High tier psychic magic sometimes causes visions."
"Nightmares."
"But according to elven research…"
"They're not random."
She paused.
Then said calmly.
"They often show possible futures."
Draven went silent.
The image of the black knight lingered in his mind.
The purple fire.
The destroyed forest.
Samuel dead.
His entire army erased.
Draven closed his eyes briefly.
Then opened them again.
His expression calm.
He simply nodded.
"Understood."
The Demon Tyrant began walking again.
The monster army followed.
Ahead of them…
Another town rose on the horizon.
Massive.
Busy.
Rich.
The Trade Center of the Eastern Empire's War Front.
And inside that city…
Waited the Lion Knight Order.
Draven looked forward.
His eyes cold.
"Interesting."
The march continued.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Chapter: The Nightmare That Walks Ahead
The march did not stop.
Not once.
Not even for a moment.
The corrupted forest moved like a living tide across the land.
Wherever Draven's army stepped, the earth itself surrendered.
Grass blackened.
Trees twisted into dark shapes.
Roots crawled across the soil like veins.
The world was slowly being rewritten.
Draven sat calmly atop the Demon Tyrant, the monstrous manticore walking forward with heavy, deliberate steps. Its wings occasionally twitched, its stinger tail lazily swaying through the air like a scythe waiting for blood.
Behind him stretched a sight that would haunt kingdoms.
Thousands upon thousands of monsters marched together in organized legions.
Boss rank monsters formed the front lines.
Mid bosses guarded the flanks.
High rank monsters filled the ranks like waves.
And the mid-rank beasts moved like endless shadows beneath them.
Above the army flew B2 on his massive poison wyvern, circling like a general surveying a battlefield that had already been won.
C3's Hellflame Bison walked beside the army, its hooves leaving trails of ember-like flames in the soil.
Samuel rode his undead warhorse silently.
Prince Varuk's massive demon bear crushed stones with each step.
And resting on the shoulder of a titan monster…
The Gargoyle General watched everything with glowing obsidian eyes.
Draven looked ahead calmly.
This was no longer a raid.
This was conquest.
The First Village
The first village appeared by noon.
Small.
Poor.
Surrounded by wheat fields and windmills.
Smoke rose from chimneys.
Children played in the dirt roads.
Farmers worked the fields.
Until someone saw the horizon.
At first it looked like a storm.
Then someone noticed the trees twisting.
Then the ground darkening.
Then the monsters.
A scream shattered the peaceful afternoon.
"MONSTERS!"
Panic erupted.
Villagers ran.
Some grabbed their families.
Others tried to hide.
A few foolish men picked up farming tools as weapons.
But the village had no walls.
No soldiers.
No protection.
Draven raised one finger.
The monster army stopped instantly.
He looked down at the village.
Some villagers were kneeling.
Some were running.
Some were screaming.
One man shouted desperately.
"PLEASE! We have nothing! Take whatever you want!"
Another ran forward waving a bag of coins.
"Gold! We have gold!"
A merchant stepped forward trembling.
"W-we can trade! We can do business with you!"
Draven simply watched.
His expression unreadable.
Then he spoke.
"Kill the fighters."
The monsters moved.
It lasted less than a minute.
Those who tried to resist died instantly.
Those who attacked were crushed.
Those who ran were ignored.
Draven raised his hand again.
"Stop."
The monsters froze.
The survivors trembled.
Draven looked down at the children hiding behind their parents.
At the elderly who could barely stand.
Then he turned his gaze away.
"Let them go."
His generals looked slightly surprised.
But they said nothing.
The survivors ran.
Screaming.
Crying.
Fleeing into the countryside.
Draven calmly lifted a black crown.
The Crown of Life and Death.
Dark energy flowed from it like mist.
The corpses scattered across the village began to move.
Bones cracked.
Eyes opened.
Flesh stitched itself together.
The dead rose.
Villagers who had died moments ago stood again.
Their eyes empty.
Their will gone.
Draven whispered softly.
"Serve."
And the undead joined the march.
Behind them…
The survivors ran across the fields.
Unaware.
That their blood now carried something far worse than death.
The plague of cursed coral had already entered their bodies.
Draven was not merciful.
He was patient.
If no one survived…
Who would spread his legend?
Who would carry his fear to the kingdoms?
The Burning Clans
The next encounter came with an adventurer clan.
Their camp was fortified with wooden barricades and watchtowers.
About two hundred seasoned fighters lived there.
When they saw the monster army approaching, they didn't run.
They prepared.
Spells ignited.
Swords were drawn.
One man stepped forward shouting.
"MONSTER LORD!"
"WE ARE WILLING TO NEGOTIATE!"
Draven didn't respond.
Another adventurer yelled.
"We can pay tribute!"
A third shouted.
"We know the forest routes! We can guide your army!"
Draven finally spoke.
"Samuel."
Samuel nodded silently.
His undead knights advanced.
The battle lasted five minutes.
The adventurers were strong.
Veterans who had survived countless raids.
But against thousands of monsters…
They were ants.
When it ended…
Draven raised the crown again.
Two hundred more undead joined the march.
The Town That Fell From the Sky
The next settlement was larger.
A fortified town with stone walls.
Thousands lived inside.
When Draven's army approached…
They didn't beg.
They attacked.
Cannons fired.
Magic exploded.
Ballistas roared.
Draven didn't even look up.
He simply spoke one name.
"General."
The Gargoyle General slowly stood atop the titan monster's shoulder.
His obsidian armor gleamed under the dark sky.
His wings unfolded.
Then he raised one hand.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Gravity twisted.
Clouds spiraled violently.
Something enormous began descending from the heavens.
A meteor.
But it wasn't natural.
Purple cracks ran across its surface.
The stone glowed with condensed magic.
The Gargoyle General whispered the name of the attack.
"Meteor of Eradication."
The meteor fell.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Then—
Impact.
The explosion swallowed the town.
Light brighter than the sun erupted.
The shockwave flattened forests.
The ground cracked for kilometers.
When the dust settled…
The town was gone.
A massive crater replaced it.
Draven watched quietly.
Even in his previous world…
A nuclear weapon would not have been much stronger.
The march continued.
The Knight In Black
The army moved again.
Hours passed.
The sky darkened toward evening.
Then suddenly…
A figure appeared on the road ahead.
A single man.
Standing alone.
Wearing black armor.
He didn't move.
He didn't speak.
He simply stood there.
Waiting.
Draven's generals reacted instantly.
"Enemy!"
A1's wolf lunged forward.
B2's wyvern screamed from the sky.
C3's flames ignited.
Samuel's undead knights formed attack formation.
Prince Varuk roared.
But something strange happened.
Samuel froze.
His eyes widened.
The black knight wasn't looking at Draven.
He was staring directly at Samuel.
The air grew heavy.
Then—
The knight vanished.
Gone.
Faster than sight.
A sword slid from its sheath.
The blade was ancient.
Rusty.
Corroded.
But not by water.
By blood.
Thousands of battles had eaten away at the metal.
The knight swung once.
A single purple slash flew forward.
Draven's generals reacted instantly.
"DEFEND!"
Every attack they had exploded forward.
Magic.
Poison.
Fire.
Undead energy.
Monster roars.
Even low-rank beasts joined.
The attack became a massive rainbow-colored storm of destruction.
Then the knight swung his sword again.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Draven woke up.
Fire.
Purple fire everywhere.
The corrupted forest burned.
His generals were dead.
Their bodies scattered across the ground.
His monster army…
Gone.
Erased.
Draven looked down.
His body was cut in half.
Blood poured from his mouth.
The black knight sat beside Samuel's corpse.
Watching silently.
Draven understood.
Samuel's master.
Samuel's past.
His vision blurred.
The stigma of the evil god burned across his back.
Agony spread through his soul.
Then everything went dark.
Voices In The Dark
"My lord…?"
A voice.
Familiar.
"A1…?"
"My lord??"
B2.
"Lord…?"
The Gargoyle General.
"Lord…?"
C3.
"King…?"
Samuel.
Prince Varuk.
Draven opened his eyes.
He was sitting on the Demon Tyrant's back.
His entire army stood around him.
Alive.
Confused.
The ruined town still smoked behind them.
Nothing had changed.
The march hadn't even stopped.
Draven blinked slowly.
"What…?"
Then a voice echoed inside his mind.
A telepathic whisper.
The dark elf.
"My lord… you froze suddenly."
Draven focused.
"What happened?"
She sounded relaxed.
In the bunker.
"I'm watching from the miniature domain model you gave me."
"I saw everything."
"I think it's a side effect."
"Of the Psychic Nightmare skill you used on me yesterday."
Draven frowned.
"Explain."
She sighed.
"High tier psychic magic sometimes causes visions."
"Nightmares."
"But according to elven research…"
"They're not random."
She paused.
Then said calmly.
"They often show possible futures."
Draven went silent.
The image of the black knight lingered in his mind.
The purple fire.
The destroyed forest.
Samuel dead.
His entire army erased.
Draven closed his eyes briefly.
Then opened them again.
His expression calm.
He simply nodded.
"Understood."
The Demon Tyrant began walking again.
The monster army followed.
Ahead of them…
Another town rose on the horizon.
Massive.
Busy.
Rich.
The Trade Center of the Eastern Empire's War Front.
And inside that city…
Waited the Lion Knight Order.
Draven looked forward.
His eyes cold.
"Interesting."
The march continued.
TO BE CONTINUED.....