Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1383 - 956, Engaging in Battle

The defending army's artillery was also not as abundant as in a siege, not scattered throughout the city.

Directly facing Fang Hao's side, there were only ten cannons, divided and placed on both sides, with their muzzles pointing downwards.

Many of the defenders were continuously adjusting the artillery's position.

Others were loading cannonballs.

While everyone was busy preparing to face the enemy's onslaught,

Suddenly, the sound of objects cutting through the air erupted from above.

Looking up, they saw countless arrows descending from the sky, coming down rapidly and densely.

The defenders operating the cannons, caught off-guard, were struck by a swath of arrows.

Some were pierced like porcupines and killed, others were not hit fatally, but the additional effects of the weapons took hold.

Blinded, they clutched their eyes, loudly crying out for their comrades' help.

The most feared artillery unit was instantly thrown into chaos, with everyone scrambling and howling.

Fang Hao cast his gaze forward and as the third volley of arrows from the blessed archers was fired, he ordered coldly, "Charge, take the Temple in one fell swoop."

"Attack!"

"Attack..."

All the lords gave the order simultaneously.

Facing the cannons, everyone was somewhat nervous at first, but seeing their own arrows completely suppressing the cannons, their confidence soared instantly.

They commanded their troops to charge, and they too strode forward alongside them.

The Skeleton warriors with four arms holding shields formed a shield wall, their footsteps rhythmic like drumbeats, quickly advancing forward.

On both sides, there were the troops of other transmigrators, including humans and Orcs, sword and shield as well as spearmen, who spread out instantly to cover the entire hillside and surged upward swiftly.

Behind the infantry were the Thunder Gunners and archers.

The enemy's position was at the high-end summit; the gunners and archers just needed to be a bit careful to shoot at the opposition.

Last were the Double-Headed Corpse Dragons, roaring out with the sound of whistling wind, in the blink of an eye they passed the infantry below and took the lead, attacking upwards.

Meanwhile, Dong Jiayue also began her assault.

Huge numbers of troops spread out in an instant, attacking towards the upper ground.

The only difference was that Dong Jiayue held a bright silver spear, taking the lead, followed by soldiers and other transmigrators.

...

Atop the Temple's summit.

The prepared guards watched in horror at the scene unfolding below the mountain.

The enemies, like scattered grains of rice, instantly covered the entire area below.

Logically, there shouldn't be so many people, right?

The first phase of the battle is already unfavorable for the resistance, half of them were expected to die.

But, in front of them...

A vast, dense mass, not at all appearing to have diminished in numbers.

Moreover, the resistance's morale was extremely high, like hungry ghosts who had sighted food, they charged up madly.

"Shield cover, regain control of the cannons, archers keep attacking, move all the arrows from behind to the front, quick..., there's no time for dawdling, everyone, get moving!" Colridge, the third-ranked transmigrator in the world, shouted his commands loudly.

Some of the dazed transmigrators quickly snapped back to attention and resumed their tasks.

A few transmigrators with swords and shields grouped together in threes and fives, raising their shields over their heads.

They covered their fellows, beginning to move closer to the cannons.

Arrows pattered against the shields, fine and numerous like raindrops.

"Look, Dragons, so many Dragons...."

Suddenly, someone pointed at the sky and cried out in alarm.

Everyone looked up, to see groups of black dragons, under the cover of night, already hovering above the mountaintop.

With terrifying Dragon's Might, they swooped down.

The whooshing sound tore through the night sky, and the archers, who were originally counterattacking in an orderly manner, instantly became panicked.

The formation scattered in a rush, as they started looking for cover nearby.

"Counterattack, don't panic, everyone counterattack..."

The number of guards was not small, and the equipment they used were all provided by the system.

Under the loud shouting and commands of 'Colridge', most of the people began to counterattack.

Dense arrows shot from below towards the sky.

They clinked harmlessly off the Double-headed Giant Dragon's body.

Soon, the Corpse Dragon at the forefront was turned into a porcupine, its outer lava armor filled with arrows.

Bang Bang Bang!!

Two or three more giant dragons fell from the sky, crashing heavily into the ground with a thud.

But in the guard army, no one cheered or rejoiced.

Because there still were more Double-Headed Corpse Dragons swooping down, their ferocious dragon heads becoming more distinct, and the Crimson energy gathering in their mouths increasingly bright.

Roar~!

Roar Roar Roar!

Dragon Breath gushed forth one after another.

The fierce flames swept past the areas where the crowds were gathered.

The guard troops struggled and wailed in the flames, writhing continuously until they weakly knelt to the ground, and the flames turned their bodies to ashes.

At the base of the hillside.

The infantry of the resistance had broken through the barricades, surging like a torrent and rushing straight up the mountaintop.

Pushing the defense army back, then engaging in close combat together.

At close range, the Transmigrators' Combat Power began to be severely limited.

Amidst the cries and screams, their numbers quickly diminished.

Colridge, with a Longsword in hand, cut down two men and briskly headed toward the central Temple.

He had underestimated the Combat Power of the resistance.

No, he did not underestimate it; this resistance was abnormal.

With powerful troops, even the transmigrators who charged up had erupted with fearsome morale.

There was definitely a special leader within the enemy troops, a leader whom everyone believed would not fail.

Who could it be?

The top-ranked Savana chose the protection army.

Could it be Aerygon?

Possible, he was of the Dragon Clan, the Double-headed black dragons fit the bill, and he had contact with Fang Hao, having his own Skeleton troops could also be plausible.

Damn it, he previously underestimated Aerygon, his prestige was actually so high.

With these thoughts, he quickly stepped into the Temple.

Glancing around the dim room, he bowed slightly to the dark corner, "Mr. Bartelome, our men can no longer hold, please intervene and change the occupation."

Actually, with the current situation, even an orange-tier Hero might not be able to change anything.

But not using one meant certain defeat, let him go out and try, maybe he could turn the tides of battle.

A figure stepped out from the shadows.

Orange-tier Tier 5 Hero, Feral Rage Warlord - Bertram.

Looking at the chaotic scene outside, he asked in a low voice, "What do you want me to do?"

It's obviously unrealistic to have a warrior-class hero kill everyone.

Even if it were possible, it wouldn't happen in a short time.

What can be done is to kill the leader of the resistance, Aerygon!

Once he's dead and the Dragon troop type disappears, the battle can change.

Bowing again, "Please, my lord, kill the enemy leader, his death will make victory possible."

"Good, point him out to me," said the orange hero.

The two walked to the door, and Colridge pointed into the distance at the bottom of the hill, saying, "He's in that area, a man with golden hair and a young face."

The fires blazed high on the mountain, making the area below exceptionally dim.

But Colridge could sense that the opponent was definitely standing in the dark, but where exactly was unclear.

"Alright, I know," the orange hero nodded, drew his longsword from his waist, pushed off the ground, and like an uncontrolled truck, he charged straight into the upward-moving crowd of the resistance forces, rushing towards the spot he had just pointed out.

Watching the orange hero display his enormous strength.

Colridge felt somewhat relieved.

As long as the target can be killed, there's still a chance in this battle.

Colridge held a broad-bladed knife, stepped forward, and plunged back into the crowd, engaging the enemy in combat.

His formidable body granted him immense strength.

With his combat power, he was no less than the native warriors.

Immediately after, his gaze turned to a transmigrator ahead holding a sword and shield.

He advanced with his knife and slashed down angrily.

The resistance fighter was startled and quickly raised his shield in defense.

Thud!

The dull sound of the chop rang out, and the resistance transmigrator's body flew backwards, spinning seven or eight times before stopping.

The resistance fighter's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of monster has such strength, did he take stimulants?

Colridge tapped the ground with his foot and chased after him again.

The resistance transmigrator's heart was filled with horror, and his face turned instantly pale.

Suddenly, Colridge, charging forward, abruptly stopped, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of cold light.

A silver spear, like a white snake spitting its tongue, stabbed straight at his jaw from below.

The spear was fast and accurate, the angle tricky.

Colridge was shocked, blocked with his knife, and violently threw his head back.

Whoosh!

The cold light skimmed past his nose.

Colridge quickly retreated, his expression horrified, and touched his chin and nose with his hand.

Seeing that he really hadn't been hit, he finally relaxed a little.

Looking up, in the reflection of the orange-red firelight, stood a charming silhouette with a long spear held in front of her.

The transmigrator who had just ambushed him had already fled to a distance.

Standing in the crowd, he flipped Colridge the middle finger and then disappeared into the battling throng.

Colridge returned his gaze to the figure holding the spear.

A woman?

Colridge stood still, his eyes filled with confusion as he watched the woman whose shadow grew long and then short with the firelight.

He was also surprised by the deadly spear technique of the woman before him.

"Did you come specifically for me?" Colridge looked at her.

He could distinctly feel her eagerness for battle.

"You are Colridge? The fourth in the world?" Dong Jiayue said softly.

The sounds of battle roared all around, but her voice was still clear.

"The third."

"The fourth!"

Colridge glanced at the revolver at her waist with some apprehension and said, "Why don't you use your pistol?"

"No need."

"Hmph," Colridge snorted coldly, lifted his knife, and charged forward.

Dong Jiayue also stepped forward to meet him, her long spear spinning in front of her, pointed straight at his throat with a thrust.

The spear was like a line, the cold light dazzling.

Clang!

Colridge used his knife to deflect it, and the distinct sound of clashing metal rang out.

The long spear was withdrawn and then thrust again, this time aiming at the chest.

The broad knife chopped down again, tilting to avoid the attack.

The spear, however, was like relentless falling nails, constantly targeting vital points on his body.

Colridge's expression grew uglier as the woman before him, although not as strong as him, held a spear that was both fast and steady.

He wanted to get close, but she was able to maintain the distance.

Colridge put his strength into the broad knife, causing the incoming spear to veer off more significantly and preventing it from being quickly retracted.

He propelled his body forward, gathering all his strength, and chopped down towards her.

...

Elsewhere, Fang Hao stood at the base of the mountain, silently watching the distant battle.

He occasionally had the 'Blessed Archers' change positions, shooting arrows towards the concentration of the defense forces, careful not to hit the resistance.

While Fang Hao was pointing here and there, sitting on a stump waiting for the mission to end.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of intense fighting coming from the darkness ahead.

Was someone coming to kill their way through?

Against the charging crowd, they had killed back to the rear.

Quite fierce indeed.

Fang Hao waved his hand slightly, and the soldiers in front of him cleared a path.

Revealing a figure in armor, holding a longsword—the hero.

[Feral Rage Warlord - Bertram (Orange Tier 5)]

An orange hero, it seems this was the reward given to the guard army by the system.

The surrounding guards stepped aside, and the orange hero also saw Fang Hao.

With some suspicion, he sized him up and down, then asked, "Are you the leader here?"

"Not really, just leading everyone to do the mission and earn some points," Fang Hao replied.

"Then you can die," the orange hero sneered coldly, his figure instantly burst forward, his sword swept horizontally, slashing towards Fang Hao's neck.

Fang Hao still sat on the stump, saying softly, "You can't control your limbs."

The orange hero charging forward changed his expression drastically.

His raised arms went limp and drooped down, his body also crashed to the ground with a thud, sliding several meters away.

"What did you do?" the orange hero asked, full of fear.