I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 342 - 338 – The Arrival of the Queen of Death

Chapter 342: Chapter 338 – The Arrival of the Queen of Death

Three days passed like a cold breeze that went unnoticed.

Inside the black castle of Nocture, time seemed to stand still for most of its inhabitants. Merchants still shouted in the market, mixed-race children still ran around with their balls, and the corpse fields continued to yield harvests of softly glowing black mushrooms at night. But for Sylvia, those three days felt like an overly long, too quiet, too... boring interlude.

At this moment, the Queen of Death was lazily lying on a long, soft sofa in her study. The room was spacious; its walls lined with ancient bookshelves mostly filled with recipe books. The faint light from the death crystals hanging on the ceiling gently reflected on Sylvia’s pale face, making her pitch-black eyes look like bottomless voids. In her left hand was a thick book, open to the same page for the past two hours. She hadn’t even turned a single page.

The sofa was plush, comfortable, and should have made her relax. But the opposite happened. This tranquility was beginning to feel like a prison that was too perfect.

Suddenly, the study door opened quietly. Zark entered with cautious steps, as always. His scarred face and glowing yellow eyes looked more tense than usual. He bowed deeply at the threshold before speaking.

"My Queen," his voice was hoarse but clear, "they have arrived."

Sylvia didn’t move immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on the unread book. "Details."

"The group of mutant humans, approximately five hundred, as in the previous report has completely surrounded the mythril mine area. They brought three modified plasma cannons from the old Earth labs, twelve tracked armored vehicles, and at least twenty mutant mages capable of manipulating radiation energy. Our earth-element zombies and dwarf troops are still holding them at the outer defense line, but they’ve started firing warning shots. One plasma round obliterated a small hill on the eastern side. They demand the ’surrender of the mine as the rightful inheritance of Earth’s survivors’."

Sylvia closed the book with a single flick of her finger. The small ’plak’ sound echoed sharply in the silent room.

She sat up slowly, her long black hair flowing like ink down her back. For the first time in three days, a faint gleam appeared in her eyes not anger, but something far more dangerous: interest.

"Good," she murmured softly, almost as if talking to herself. "Finally, something to relieve this boredom."

Zark remained silent, waiting.

Sylvia stood. Her movements were slow and graceful, yet an aura suddenly filled the room. The air grew heavier, colder, as though the Death Flame in her chest began to breathe more deeply.

"This is also a good opportunity," she continued, her voice flat but filled with certainty. "They’ve been using Nocture’s name as a threat for weeks. Now they’ve come to my territory themselves. Let the world see what it means to challenge the Queen of Death... and let them see that my power is now far greater than they ever imagined."

She turned to Zark. "Prepare the troops. Death Knights, Lich Guards, Zombie Wyverns, and three elite zombie battalions. Position them behind the mine’s defense line, but do not advance yet. Let me greet them first."

Zark bowed even deeper. "Your orders are clear, my Queen. The forces will be ready in one hour."

Sylvia gave a small nod. "Go."

Zark turned and left without another sound.

Once the door closed, Sylvia exhaled softly not from exhaustion, but from anticipation. She raised her right hand, and a pitch-black system panel appeared in the air before her, its blood-red letters glowing.

Name: Sylvia Hortensia

Race: Mortifera – Primordial Undead of Absolute Death (Rank 6)

Element: Death, Death Wood, Death Flame

Level: 10 / 400

STATS

HP: 1,194,000,000 / 1,194,000,000

MP: 512,000,000 / 512,000,000

STR: 20,600,000

VIT: 597,000,000

INT: 174,000,000

AGI: 25,300,000

LUK: 7,200,000

Now it was time.

With a flick of her finger, she opened her inventory and began equipping her full gear.

First, the Dress of Death, the legendary black gown woven from the soul threads of thousands of beings she had personally harvested. The fabric moved as if alive, absorbing the surrounding light until the shadows in the room grew darker. Every thread could transform into thousands of death needles if she wished.

Second, Black Crystal Earrings, earrings made of pure death crystal she crafted herself from the cores of high-tier liches. They granted near-limitless Death Flame regeneration and greatly increased resistance to all elemental magic.

Third, Rapier of Night, a slender one-meter sword, its blade forged from absolute darkness capable of cutting through dimensions if she poured in enough mana. The hilt was shaped like a small skull with glowing ruby eyes.

Fourth, Agility Ring, a simple silver ring engraved with ancient speed runes. It made her movements nearly invisible to ordinary eyes.

Lastly, Abyssal Regalia, a small crown of obsidian and dragon bone that floated above her head the moment she equipped it. It exuded a passive terror aura that could make low-tier enemies faint just by looking at her.

All equipment was equipped in an instant. Sylvia looked at her reflection in the large mirror in the corner of the room. Her figure was no longer just a queen sitting prettily in the garden sipping tea. She was walking death, breathing darkness, and power ready to crush anyone who dared approach.

She walked out of the study, descending the spiral staircase of the castle toward the rear courtyard where Noir waited.

Noir, the giant zombie dragon that was once a legendary black dragon before Sylvia killed and resurrected it. Its body stretched over ten meters long, its pitch-black scales cracked with glowing green zombie veins, its torn wings still powerful thanks to Sylvia’s magic. Its empty eyes flared green when it saw its master approaching.

Sylvia lightly leaped onto Noir’s back, landing perfectly between the two modified spinal protrusions that served as her saddle.

"To the mythril mine," she commanded softly. "Fly slowly. I want to arrive exactly on time, not too early, not too late."

Noir let out a low roar that shook the ground. Its massive wings spread wide, and with one powerful beat, the giant body lifted off from the castle. Not a fast flight like usual, but a slow glide like a predator bird calmly observing its prey from above.

From Noir’s back, Sylvia watched Nocture grow smaller beneath her. The dwarf crystal lights twinkled like fallen stars on dead ground. In the distance, thin smoke still rose from the southern border, but now her attention was focused north toward the mythril mountains, the new source of power for this city.

She leaned back against one of Noir’s spinal protrusions, letting the cold night wind brush across her face.

"Three days I gave them a chance to reconsider," she murmured to the wind. "They chose to come. Then they shall receive the welcome they deserve."

Below, the zombie forest began to sway gently, as if sensing the arrival of its queen. The black-leaved dead trees raised their branches in salute. Small creatures in the darkness wisps, stray skeletons, lesser ghouls paused for a moment, then bowed respectfully toward the sky.

Noir continued its slow glide, deliberately taking a longer, circling route. Sylvia had no intention of hurrying. She wanted them to wait. She wanted fear to crawl into their bones before she even appeared.

In the distance, the flashes of plasma cannons began to appear bright blue-white bursts in the dark night, followed by low rumbling echoes that reached the valley.

They were still shooting.

Sylvia gave a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes but promised utter destruction.

"Good," she whispered. "The more you shoot, the clearer it becomes that you’re afraid."

Noir let out a low growl, as if in agreement.

One more hour.

One more hour, and the Queen of Death would arrive.

And when that happened, the mythril mountains would no longer be just a mine, they would become a graveyard for anyone who dared set foot in Nocture’s territory without permission.

Sylvia closed her eyes for a moment, letting the Death Flame in her chest sing softly.

The fragile peace had finally shattered.

And the storm she had held back for so long... was finally about to be unleashed.

Noir glided closer and closer toward the mythril mountains. From high above, Sylvia watched the plasma flashes growing more intense like cheap fireworks foolishly trying to challenge the darkness. The five hundred mutant humans moved like arrogant ants; their tanks crushed the ground beneath them, and faint shouts of command echoed in the night wind.

Sylvia touched the hilt of the Rapier of Night. The blade trembled faintly, as though thirsty.

"You think the old power of Earth can shake Nocture?" she murmured coldly. "You will learn... in the most painful way possible."

Noir let out a low growl, its wings beating once slowly, but enough to make the air tremble. The mine was now clearly visible. The zombie defense lines below began to stir restlessly, sensing the arrival of their queen.