Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1417 - 987, Long Time No See

Above the city gate, 'Howel' in black battle armor fixed his gaze on the distant legion.

In his heart, he guessed the identity and purpose of this army.

Having been stationed in the Ashen Graveyard for hundreds of years, he had dealt only with disputes and conflicts with the Desert Lizards.

But ever since the transmigrator appeared, the surroundings began to grow increasingly troubled.

Could it be the transmigrator's army?

This thought had just arisen when he immediately dismissed it.

Not to mention the transmigrators around the Ashen Graveyard didn't have the strength, if they truly had, they wouldn't have been discovered only today.

The enemy's huge army densely packed the ground.

With footsteps sounding like drumbeats, they edged closer to the city wall, entering the range of fire.

"Fire the cannons!" Howel no longer hesitated and ordered coldly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cannons belched thick smoke, hurling cannonballs into the ranks below.

Dust and smoke billowed, shattered limbs scattering everywhere.

Following that, came a dense shower of crossbow bolts, pitter-pattering against the shields, making a series of clashing sounds.

The arrows fell like rain, and gunsmoke formed thick dark clouds overhead.

The battle seemed fierce, but it had little effect on the great army below.

Boom~ Boom! Boom!

The War Mammoths' magic cannons began spewing out gigantic flames.

Massive and powerful energy shells bombarded the earthy yellow city walls incessantly.

The smooth city wall now showed web-like cracks.

Violent shaking made it impossible for the soldiers on the wall to stand firm.

Behind them, the Thunder Shooters had also entered range and began counterattacking towards the city ramparts.

They fired bullets generously upward, forcing back any enemy that peered out or fired arrows.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Siege ladders with metal hooks were erected from below, hooking onto the edge of the city wall.

Four-armed Skeleton warriors, shielding their heads with shields, began scaling the ladders.

"Flaming oil!" Howel's voice was heavy.

Giant containers were opened, pouring down the side of the city wall.

The cascading flaming oil became a curtain of fire in mid-air, burning both the climbing enemies and ladders.

The entire stretch of the city wall was covered in flames.

Whoosh!

At this moment, streams of golden fluid swiftly converged along the city wall.

Reforming into golden Siege Ladders, they avoided the flames and latched back onto the city wall.

More Undead began to climb the wall.

Continuing to scale towards the ramparts.

...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A howling sound of slicing through the air rose above.

Through the thick gunsmoke, a vague massive shadow could be seen weaving through the smoke.

Swiftly passing across the battlefield, approaching the city.

The anti-air crossbows clicked and clacked as they rotated direction.

They aimed at the swiftly moving shadows in the sky.

Without a doubt, they were the opposing side's dragons.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bowstrings roared, and bolts, like javelins, soared into the sky, vanishing into the smog.

Next, even more bolts were shot toward the sky.

The smoke dispersed, revealing massive, fierce-looking Double-headed Giant Dragons.

They covered the sky, casting giant shadows.

Such a large scale of dragons.

Had it been ordinary troops, morale might have plummeted, leading them to flee.

But the Undead's fear was not as intense as that of living creatures, facing the rush of dragons and continuing their attack.

"Release the Corpse Vultures."

Flap, flap, flap!

Inside the city, innumerable rotting, mottled, and ugly Corpse Vultures took to the sky in flocks.

Without a hint of fear, they surged toward the Double-Headed Corpse Dragons.

Roar~ Roar! Roar!

Fierce Dragon Breath was exhaled.

The Corpse Vultures engulfed in the breath turned to ashes mid-air, scattering and fluttering down.

What seemed an alarming number of Corpse Vultures perished en masse under the Dragon Breath's onslaught.

In the blink of an eye, only a few scattered ones fled aimlessly through the air.

And now, with nothing to block them, the Double-Headed Corpse Dragons dove straight down, ignoring incoming arrows to pour their Dragon Breath onto the city wall.

Defensive Skeleton soldiers were engulfed by the Dragon Breath, and more four-armed Skeleton warriors climbed the Siege Ladder onto the city wall, engaging in close combat with their foes.

After the fall of the city walls, they smoothly broke into the city.

The city gates swung wide open, and more Undead, shielded by their formations, surged into the city gates like a meat grinder.

Street fighting broke out within the city.

...

The central square.

A shield formation of four-armed Skeleton warriors continuously pushed back the enemy.

They corralled the remaining Undead into the center of the spacious square, readying for the final decisive battle.

'Howel' in the black battle armor, holding a Longsword in the center, his dried-up eyeballs under the helmet swept the encircling enemies.

Finally, his gaze rested on a figure shielded behind a shield.

Wearing a high crown, a golden mask covered the face.

The clothing worn resembled both battle armor and regal court garb.

Seeing her, he immediately determined she was the leader of this army.

His gaze fixed on her, he asked coldly, "Why do you attack the Ashen Graveyard?"

Howel was certain that the opponent was also one of the Living Dead.

Undead fighting Undead, this left him baffled as to the other party's motives.

The Ashen Graveyard, such a marginal little town, was not a place worth vying for.

Amanda also looked at him and replied, "Borrowing a path!"

"Borrowing? You're not one of the desert's Undead?" Howel quickly questioned, sensing something amiss.

"Does that matter?"

Indeed, that was no longer important.

With the battle reaching such a point, does the purpose or identity of the one matter anymore?

There will be no change in the situation of the battle.

"State your terms, the conditions for your retreat," Howel continued.

Amanda still looked at him, her tone as calm as before, "Before the war started, perhaps you had a chance to negotiate, but now you do not. If you want to live, I'll give you a choice: submit to me, and accept soul alteration, and I may spare you."

We have already breached their city, there's nothing left to discuss.

Moreover, most of these desert heroes of the undead were transformed by The Corpse Witch.

Once their souls have been altered, they are utterly loyal to their territories, incapable of surrendering or betraying.

So, a negotiation between the leaders of both sides is impossible.

It's just about seeing each other's face to know who the opponent is.

Upon hearing this, Howel gripped his longsword even tighter.

He roared in a low voice, "Then I'll start by killing you, traitor of the undead."

While roaring, a dark red aura burst forth from his body.

Like a dense fog, it enveloped him.

"Kill, follow me and kill her!" Howel roared again as he prepared to lead the remaining soldiers to kill the opposing leader first.

"Ready the Thunderbolt Strike~ Release!"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!

Before they could charge in, the quadruple-armed Skeleton generals surrounding the area simultaneously raised a thunder spear.

They launched it towards the center.

Bang~!

The Thunderbolt formed by the spears enveloped the remaining enemy.

The skeleton warriors crumbled into white bones all around.

The immense impact sent Howel, who was in the lead, flying backwards instantly, tossing him several meters away.

Howel staggered to his feet, sighted the target, and was about to charge again.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of danger from behind.

As he turned his head sharply, he saw a dagger poking out from his own shadow, aiming straight for his neck.

Howel was shocked, diving forward immediately to evade.

The sound of armor being cut rang out as half of the back of his head was neatly sliced off.

Before he could continue dodging, a chain wrapped around his body and a second sword came slashing down, his head rolling onto the ground.

"Kill!" Amanda ordered again.

All the quadruple-armed Skeleton generals turned to the remaining injured soldiers.

...

Bone Jail!

The dungeon was dark and damp, suffused with the stench of death.

A few transmigrators with shackles on their hands were scraping at the narrow, semi-subterranean window, trying hard to look outside.

But upon seeing the scene outdoors, each person was startled.

Fear filled their eyes.

The Undead with four arms, the Double-headed Giant Dragon—weren't these Fang Hao's troops?

How did they appear here, and have even invaded Ashen Graveyard?

"Aren't these Fang Hao's troops?" someone asked.

The person beside replied, "Not sure, since they're troops, it's possible the natives have them too, not necessarily Fang Hao's."

"Definitely, someone must have sought Fang Hao's aid, now we're saved," someone else said.

Bang bang—crash crash!!

As they discussed among themselves, the sound of fighting erupted from outside the dungeon cells.

When the noise ceased, the big door to the dungeon burst open, and the scorching sunlight poured in.

Everyone closed their mouths, eyes fixed on the direction of the entrance.

When a human silhouette approached, accompanied by skeleton soldiers, all eyes widened.

Surprise and disbelief filled their gaze.

Cleolando!!

Cleolando has returned.

Returned for revenge.

Moreover, he has now invaded Ashen Graveyard, taking down the city that several Alliances couldn't conquer in the most direct and violent manner.

"Long time no see," said Cleolando with a smile as a greeting.

"Uh, Miss Cleolando, long time no see," someone replied.

"Glad to see you safe, it truly is good news," another added.

The transmigrators responded somewhat awkwardly.

When 'Cleolando' was captured by Ashen Graveyard, they did not come to her rescue.

Most were eagerly awaiting to see the top-ranked figure turn into an undead.

Now they were the ones captured, yet she had come to their rescue.

"How have you been lately?" asked Cleolando, sitting outside the cell with a smile.

The individuals glanced at their wounds and shackles.

Their expressions became even more awkward.

No way they could associate their current state with being well.

"Uh, Miss Cleolando, no need to make fun of us," someone said.

Cleolando smiled and gave a glance to the side.

The skeleton hero standing by immediately stepped forward to unlock the cage, and the chains on the transmigrators and soldiers were all removed.

"Are you the only ones left?" Cleolando continued to ask.

The transmigrators shook their heads, "No, the others have escaped back, we were just unlucky, getting caught during the retreat."

Cleolando nodded and spoke directly: "What were you thinking? Even if you're let go today, the undead will still attack your territories in the future. The feeling of abandoning your lands and leaving your home really isn't good."

The transmigrators looked suspiciously at the hero behind her and the quadruple-armed Skeleton generals.

But there was no sign of 'not good' to be seen on you.

"Miss Cleolando, do you have any suggestions?" someone asked.

Without any concealment, Cleolando said: "Contact your Alliance; let's fight against the undead together."

They looked at one another.

"What if we talk to them and they aren't willing to come?"

"Those who come will naturally benefit; those who are unwilling, we won't force them..."

"Alright, we'll pass on the message."

...

The main city, the Lord's Mansion.

Fang Hao lay on the bed, with small Succubi massaging his arms and legs.

From time to time, someone brought cut fruits to his mouth.

"Yezabeth!"

"My Lord," a nearby Succubus responded softly.

Fang Hao continued, "I want the information on the two demigods of the Undead Desert, their locations, their strength."

"Yes, my Lord, I will arrange for it immediately."