Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1397 - 968: Battle of the Gods_2

In the blink of an eye, he was already upon him.

Fang Hao's pupils shrank as he lightly tapped his foot, retreating backwards.

The divine powers 'Wind of the Elf' and 'Wind Riding' made his speed even faster.

Rather than using brute force to increase his speed, he moved as if treading on the wind.

No sooner had his form moved away than the chain hammer came crashing down.

Boom~ Whoosh!

A thunderous roar followed, and where he had stood, a towering pillar of fire shot straight into the sky.

The burning flames scorched the surrounding air as if to consume everything around it to ashes.

Fighting had never been Fang Hao's strong suit.

When entering the instance, he had always thought to keep a low profile.

A transmigrator's mission should not reveal too much.

But now it was different.

Clashing with a true deity, he could no longer afford to think about holding back.

The rampant shockwaves pushed him as he retreated backwards.

Reaching to his waist and sliding his hand, a longbow made of White Bone materialized in his hand.

His gaze locked onto the target, pulling the bow fully taut.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

In an instant, three arrows whistled through the air.

The Tyrant God, sensing the power contained within the arrows, grew more vigilant in his eyes.

The war hammer in his hand swung nonstop, the earth shattered, and demonic flames rose high.

Meanwhile, Fang Hao relentlessly drew his bow and fired arrows.

The arrows, like shadows, struck the target from all directions.

...

Inside the city.

The buildings within the city had turned into ruins amidst the explosions, the roads were pitted, and several tilted trees had revealed their roots along with numerous others.

Atop a pile of rubble.

Dong Jiayue, Aerygon, Li Rong, and thousands of other transmigrators clad in rebel army attire, were enclosing Savana and the remaining five guardians in the middle.

They formed an impenetrable circular human wall.

The expressions of the five encircled people, however, were exceedingly ugly.

"Savana, this isn't according to the plan. Where is that god?" the Alliance Hierarch of Angel Dust asked cautiously, holding her shield and whispering.

According to the script, after resurrecting the deity,

it would begin slaughtering these rebels.

But the current situation was the exact opposite.

The rebels had gathered thousands of people and encircled them, giving off the impression that they were ready to send them to their doom.

"Something's wrong with the rebel side; someone is holding the Tyrant God back," said Savana with a grave expression.

The ceaseless rising inferno outside the city clearly meant someone was in combat.

Anyone capable of holding back a deity would naturally possess strength no lesser than a deity's.

Had the rebels been conserving their strength all this time?

Or had they completed a mission and unlocked a hero whose power rivaled that of a deity?

But at this moment, they could no longer afford to consider that much, for they were facing danger themselves.

There were only five guardian soldiers; how could they possibly fight against the thousands?

"Savana, it's over," Aerygon stepped out of the crowd and spoke softly.

Seeing this man who had attended her wedding ceremony just days ago, currently ranked second in the world, Savana smiled and said, "Aerygon, we're friends after all, how about we blend in for a while to score some points? We're only left with these few, we're no threat to you."

The Alliance Hierarch of Angel Dust immediately showed a smile and said, "Indeed, our mission is already over, and the final victory wholly depends on the two NPCs outside the city. We're friends, let's just mix in for some points!"

The transmigrators maintained a facade of peaceful and mutual aid on the surface.

Especially those leading the groups, none wanted to tarnish their image.

Aerygon trod upon broken tiles with his tiptoes, looking at the five people before him.

They were like rats trapped in a corner, nervous yet still trying to find a way to survive.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you this time. How can I justify it to my brothers behind me if I don't kill you?" Aerygon said.

The leader of Squad Thirteen immediately spoke up, "Aerygon, rebels who die are just soldiers, but those who die from our side are transmigrators. What do you have to explain?"

Some were still unwilling to give up and planned to find a way to hold out until the end.

The Tyrant God had a high chance of winning.

Once victorious, it would be the rebels who would die.

"Aren't soldiers resources? Hundreds of thousands of troops died here, and they can't be resurrected once we return. Do you think that's a small number?"

Ah, this...

The thirteenth team had nothing to say.

Soldiers are the capital for survival.

If the soldiers were gone, transmigrators would be in even greater danger, and it would be better to die as the defending army, with no significant loss.

Savana's eyes whirled around as she spoke to the surroundings: "Friends of the rebellion, we are all here for the mission, merely wanting to earn some extra points. After it all ends, our sides will compensate everyone for some of the losses. How about that?"

A large crowd also has its drawbacks.

And that is people may not be united.

With just a few promises of benefits, the agreement of a minority can cause division within the group.

Moreover, their demands were not excessive; they just wanted to blend in and earn some points.

However, there was silence all around.

Only a few people were discussing in low voices from behind.

Savana and her companions were all stunned.

These people... are they so unified?

Aerygon drew his Longsword from his waist and said softly: "Ladies and gentlemen, this mission is being broadcast live. You're all prominent figures; don't let others make a laughingstock of you."

This...

The few stopped talking and instead gripped their weapons tightly.

"Kill them," Aerygon said directly.

Whish~!

Before the sound dissipated, the encircling rebels charged forward to kill.

In the blink of an eye, the five were swallowed by the crowd.

…

Arrows whistled through the air, creating a tearing sound.

Their ferocious power carried a devastating might, as if tearing a rift in the sky.

The face of the Tyrant God, facing the onslaught, turned serious in an instant.

The body that had leapt up into the sky plummeted down, dodging the incoming arrows.

As more arrows were shot out.

A sky full of arrow glows continuously encircled the target, like a sphere surrounded by stars.

No escape.

The body of the Tyrant God was instantly covered in black runes.

Crack crack crack!!

One arrow after another struck his body, but they shattered on impact like ordinary arrows hitting a steel plate, turning into silver-white sparks that dispersed.

But the immense force still sent him flying backward.

He crashed into the dense forest farther away.

The remaining arrows shifted direction, following him into the dense forest.

Then there was a thunderous rumbling, a series of massive roars.

Fang Hao quickly followed, sending a continuous stream of arrows flying from his bow.

Shooting like raindrops into the sky.

Soon after, the arrows plummeted down, retaliating towards the area where the target was located.

The Tyrant God, standing in the midst of forest, was once again engulfed by the falling arrows.

In a roar of Rage, his body was pierced by countless arrows.

His body began to crumble, scattering into numerous chunks of flesh.

Fang Hao rode the Wind down, standing beside the corpse of the Tyrant God.

The scattered chunks of flesh slowly formed a greyish-white carpet, gradually covering the ground.

The white muscles, with their blood vessels visible inside, were slowly writhing.

"Still alive? You're really tenacious."