Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Hundreds of undead stepped out from the black mist. They were ogres, wolves, humans, and monsters.

After they were all out, the six Gold Rank undead came. They all bowed.

Aldred was proud of his undead army. In total, he had 183 undead.

Mary frowned. “Aldred, your undead regiment is too chaotic. They are all in random order with no specialization. This is fine for now, but in the future, if you don’t fix this, your undead might lose against a proper army.”

Aldred scratched his head. “I don’t know anything about managing an army. All I do is fight and help my comrades.”

Mareona laughed. “You got two former Knights and one former High Knight here. Just ask us anything.”

Aldred looked at Milet who was a former High Knight as well. “Milet, can you help me set up my undead army?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Okay, then what should I do?” He asked them since they were experts in this field.

“You should have at least one magic squad,” Sophia said. They can help you in battle in ways you never know.

“Hmm… I can only collect monsters.”

“Then replace all your Silver undead to Gold,” Mary said. “Those wolves down there are good as a flanker or cavalry. They can charge at the enemy from the sides or from behind.”

“Okay, so I need cavalry.” Aldred turned to Milet. “Attack the wolves down there, but don’t kill them. I want Mira to do that so she reaches Gold Rank.”

“Yes, Master.”

They all bowed and dashed at the enemy. Bella smiled and waved at him before rushing to the enemy.

The wolves lifted their heads, yawning. After licking their leg a couple of times, they feel the tremor on the ground. They looked forward and were shocked to see hundreds of menacing undead charging at them.

Each of these wolves was at Gold Rank, so they weren’t afraid. They charged at the enemy as well. Aldred got a good look at them as they approached. Each wolf was two meters tall and three meters long.

“Uhh… can the undead defeat them?”

Both sides bashed against each other. Milet, Brook, and Crook were dancing around the wolves, fighting against two or three at the same time.

Meanwhile, Nicky and Will were having the time of their lives. These small wolves were livestock for them.

Nicky made a weird hissing sound and blew a breath of miasma that melted their white snow fur. The wolves yelped in pain as Will, the Phantom Claw, cut their limbs with his tentacles.

Bella raised her staff. A large icy, blue circle glowed in the air, facing the wolves. Suddenly, long ice lances came out of the circles and rained down upon the wolves.

They were pinned down on the ground but not killed. Her control over magic was that precise.

Aldred smiled. His undead was so powerful.

Mary nodded in approval. “The six of them are very powerful than a typical Gold Rank. But do you see how chaotic the other undead is?”

Aldred narrowed his eyes and noticed that the wolves were killing his undead left and right. Yes, they regenerated and fought again, but they were only there to fill up the spaces. They couldn’t even touch the wolves before they were being ravaged.

The boy sighed. “I have to remove these weak undead.”

After a few hours of fighting, all the wolves were crippled and couldn’t move.

Aldred turned into a giant eagle and grabbed the girls with his claws before he leaped and landed on the ground. Some kind of weird energy did not allow him to fly but he could glide down.

When he landed, Aldred morphed back to his real form. “Mira, kill these wolves.”

Mira nodded and approached one of the wolves. The wolves howled in agony and pain as all of their limbs were cut off. Some were even in worse condition; long ice lances pinned their body to the ground. They squirmed in pain and misery.

“This is cruel. They have done nothing wrong.”

“They are animals.”

“Animals deserve to live as well.”

“Animals live in a kill or be killed world, Mira. This is their life. You pitying them is a mistake because they don’t see death the same as you.”

Mira widened their eyes. How could Aldred, a young boy at the age of ten, learn of such a thing.

She took a deep breath and lifted her hands. A blob of water materialized in the air, and then it turned into a sharp ice lance. Her hands went down. Ice lance stabbed through the wolf’s neck, killing it instantly.

“Good, Mira. You have around forty-nine more to kill.”

Mareona and Mary looked at each other. They were thinking the same thing: ‘Is Aldred teaching a nun how to kill?’

Mira hesitated.

Aldred frowned. “You said not to fall to emotion. Your pity will not help anyone. You have to kill them to be stronger and help your comrades to stay alive. This is not Montcresia where everyone can have hope without fighting. This is the real world where everybody wants to fuck each other to death.”

This time, not only Mira, but everyone was shocked. What made Aldred have that thought? It wasn’t something that a young boy should realize or know.

Mary looked at the boy. ‘He’s more than just a boy. His thought process is already similar to that of an adult.’

“You’re right, Aldred,” Mira said. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out. Immediately she made a resolve and killed all wolves quickly.

Mira had a hard time breathing. She arrived at the last wolf and then killed it. .𝒎

A powerful glow enveloped her, and then she breakthrough to Gold Rank.

“Congratulation, Mira. Now you can do so much more.”

Mira looked at her hand and felt the energy within her body. Aldred was right. She could help more people with this energy and power. Her healing spells had become more potent, and her lifespan increased.

“Thank you, Aldred.”

Aldred smiled. “No need to thank me. Just let me drink some milk later.”

Mareona hit his head.

“Ouch! That hurt!”

“That’s for being naughty.”

Mira and the others laughed.

Aldred rubbed his head, and then took a step forward. Raising his hand, he wore a serious expression. He removed fifty silver undead from his capacity, and then said: “Arise and be my slaves.”

Black mists started enveloping the wolves. After a second, they enlarged and menacing snow wolves in undead form stepped out of the mist.

All fifty of them bowed their head.

𝘪𝑎.𝘤𝑜𝘮