Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1220 - 813 Yacolan Cemetery_2
Chapter 1220: Chapter 813, Yacolan Cemetery_2
Chapter 1220 -813, Yacolan Cemetery_2
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As the desert sank lower, a towering pyramid emerged in the center of the city.
From a distance, it looked almost identical to the pyramids depicted in movies and TV shows.
The yellow sand in the city continued to recede, revealing a large number of undead soldiers buried beneath the desert.
They were scattered across various parts of the city, and their numbers were anything but scarce.
Seeing that Fang Hao didn’t respond, Cleolando continued, “Someone estimated the enemy’s numbers—at least ten thousand strong. Trying to attack the city won’t be easy. How about we return to mobilize more troops and come back for a safer assault?”
Fang Hao snapped out of his thoughts, smiled, and said, “No need. Gather your men—we go now.”
“Are you serious about the fight?”
“Of course. Not only that, but we’re going to finish this before dawn. Quick battle, decisive results.”
This outdoor map clearly had a time limit.
If they couldn’t finish the battle overnight, the desert would re-cover the area by sunrise.
*Fang Hao wasn’t about to waste another day.*
…
Outside the city, atop a slightly elevated sand dune.
Fang Hao gazed into the distance at this dilapidated city.
The towering city walls had mostly collapsed, and the once-sturdy city gates were reduced to rubble—one still standing, the other fallen and broken on the ground.
The entire scene truly gave off the vibe of a Ghost City.
Surveying his surroundings, Fang Hao pulled out the sound-transmitting shell to instruct the hero stationed in the main city to replace the troop types in the Troop Hiding Cave.
There was no choice—troop shortages meant they couldn’t afford to waste resources as carelessly as before.
Time ticked by.
Cleolando occasionally glanced in Fang Hao’s direction, watching him speak softly into the shell for an extended period.
*Is he starting to realize that he can’t win? Maybe he’s feeling embarrassed after insisting earlier,* Cleolando speculated.
Just as she was about to step forward to offer comfort, Fang Hao spoke first, “Cleolando, have your men move forward and lure the enemy out.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve played games before, right? Draw the enemy out of the city—it’ll be easier to fight them that way,” Fang Hao explained.
“You’re really going through with this?”
“Yes, now hurry—I’ve already made my arrangements.”
Cleolando thought for a moment before giving brief orders to the soldiers behind her.
A few Skeleton Warriors grabbed their weapons and quickly approached the city walls.
Dong-dong-dong!
As soon as they reached the base of the walls, the city’s crumbling watchtower alarm bell was struck.
The low, resonant toll of the bell echoed throughout the entire city.
The lure skeleton soldiers turned on their heels, sprinting back.
Hoo-la-la!
Behind them, a massive army of skeleton warriors wielding swords and shields marched in orderly formation toward them.
Cleolando’s face turned pale—the numbers were far greater than she had anticipated.
“We, we should leave now. This isn’t a joke anymore.”
For transmigrators, dying meant actual, irreversible death.
*There was no reason to take such a risk.*
Dong-dong!
Heavy, measured footsteps reached their ears.
The undead army advanced, shields raised, forming a dense and precise shield wall.
As the distance between them shrank, the soldiers’ armor and shields revealed intricate gold and gray designs etched upon their surfaces.
Behind the shield-walled troops stood an array of skeleton warriors armed with daggers.
The quivers hanging at their waists indicated that they were once archers, though their bows had long since decayed, leaving only daggers to fight.
A massive, unending tide of troops continued to advance toward them.
*Even Fang Hao didn’t foresee this.*
*After everything, there would come a day when he too would feel the oppressive weight of an undead army.*
“Seriously, we should leave right now!” Cleolando shouted, turning in an attempt to flee.
Fang Hao grabbed her arm and said, “Don’t panic—we have as many troops as they do.”
When the timing felt right.
Fang Hao swept his arm forward, summoning an ancient stone gate before them.
Through the stone gate, the Troop Hiding Cave was visible, packed with motionless constructs kneeling with swords in hand.
There were also Skeleton Giant Bats hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Fang Hao briefly scanned the troops and issued direct orders, “Skeleton Giant Bats, carry explosives for bombardment. Valkyrie constructs, fully deploy and await further commands.”
Hoo-la-la!
The Skeleton Giant Bats surged through the Gate of the Worlds, sprawling out like a vast, dark cloud pressing forward.
The Valkyrie constructs, their armor clinking, slowly rose to their feet.
They marched through the gate, forming an orderly line.
Their silver-white armor gleamed under the desert moonlight, reflecting across the sands.
…
Hoo-la-la-la——!
The Skeleton Giant Bats swept over the undead army below, casting a shadow over the battlefield.
The undead army raised their heads to track the movement of the bats in the sky.
Clatter!
An explosive dropped, striking a skeleton’s helmet.
Clatter-clatter!
A cascade of explosives rained down, scattering across the formation of skeleton warriors—every step of the army was now under bombardment.
The Skeleton Giant Bats circled and swiftly retreated.
Then came the aftermath….
BOOM——BOOM-BOOM!
Deafening explosions roared through the ranks of skeleton troops.
The brilliance of the blasts illuminated the dark sky, shaking the earth and causing sand to cascade like an avalanche.
The dunes slid downward in waves.
When silence finally returned, the once orderly formations were now replaced by craters in the sand and skeletal remains partly buried beneath.
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Those undead soldiers not obliterated by the explosions staggered to their feet, retrieving scattered weapons to reform their ranks.
Cleolando stood frozen, staring blankly at the battlefield.
She didn’t even try to run this time, simply gawking at the scene with wide eyes.
*Wasn’t this supposed to be a cold-weapon war? What just happened with this blanket bombing?*
*This man—he’s truly terrifying.*
Fang Hao surveyed the greatly diminished enemy lines and commanded coldly, “Valkyrie constructs, eliminate all enemies ahead.”
Krrka-krrka!
The constructs, long-standing and ready, began to move forward.
They turned their heads, locking onto the undead troops ahead.
The harsh sound of metal grinding echoed as thousands of Valkyrie constructs initiated their charge.
Bathed in moonlight, their silver-white armor became an unstoppable torrent as they collided with the enemy forces.
Clang-clang-clang!
Within moments, the silver tide surged into the undead’s ranks, their longswords slicing through enemies with precision.
The constructs darted among the disorganized formations of undead soldiers, their swords unrelenting in carving through the hapless opposition.
Cleolando widened her eyes further.
*These constructs were incredible!*
*Like slaughtering chickens, they effortlessly annihilated every foe that came their way.*
She glanced at Fang Hao, who stood calmly as though oblivious to the carnage. *Just what kind of faction was this man—the world’s strongest—aligned with?*
*He commanded undead bats, yet his constructs bore resemblance to those of the human faction.*
*But humans, world’s strongest? That’s absurd.*
Hoo!
Suddenly, from deep within the enemy’s formation, streaks of dark attribute magic arced through the night sky, crashing into the Valkyrie constructs’ ranks.
The constructs were blasted apart by the surprise attacks, leaving casualties in their wake.
The group on the dune turned their gaze toward the source of the magic.
More undead mages emerged from the city, standing at a distance as they launched dark magic to bombard the constructs battling the frontline skeleton warriors.
*Even Defense was somewhat taken aback.*
*Mages too? This kind of outdoor map was no different from storming a city.*
Fang Hao retrieved the sound-transmitting shell once again. “Call Beata—have her bring the Bone Dragon to Troop Hiding Cave One and await further orders.”
Beside him, Cleolando reminded nervously, “Their mages are in play. If you keep fighting, you’ll suffer heavy losses with these constructs.”
Fang Hao nodded. “Hm.”
He reopened the Gate of the Worlds.
Beyond the gate, a silver-haired girl sat quietly atop a dragon’s back, patiently waiting.
“Beata, take the Dragon Clan and clean out the enemy forces in the rear.”
“””
