Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1427 - 997: Sent into the Meat Locker

Roar!

Dozens of towering, ferocious-looking Trolls rushed forward in a scramble to be first.

Their eagerness was as if they feared being too slow and missing out.

And more Trolls, due to the distance or lack of clarity on the situation, were either too late or unaware of what was happening.

Thud, thud, pfft pfft~!

A series of muffled hammering sounds rang out.

The Trolls, charging like hungry wolves, were all sent flying backward with caved-in chests or twisted limbs.

They shattered buildings behind them and were smashed into piles of flesh.

Silence~!

In an instant, the noisy scene quieted down.

The Trolls who had been rushing forward halted in their tracks, frozen in place, turning back to look at the Trolls smashed into meat paste and at the few humans who continued to walk forward calmly.

Who exactly were these people?

The physical constitution of Trolls was among the top across all races.

The Trolls that charged forward were knocked away like rag dolls, indicating the strength required was immense.

All the Trolls stood rooted to the spot, nobody daring to continue the charge.

They might be impulsive and aggressive, feasting on weaker races, but they weren't stupid; they wouldn't recklessly rush to their deaths.

At least for now, it seemed they had no way of handling these humans.

Fang Hao and his group strode forward unimpeded.

The Trolls blocking the path automatically made way for them.

Some Trolls that had just hurried over, ready to pounce upon discovering the humans, were held back by their comrades.

They were roughly briefed about everything that had just transpired.

More and more Trolls gathered around, but none dared approach any closer.

"You, come here..." Fang Hao suddenly pointed to a transmigrator far away, a human dressed in yellow clothing.

In his mid-twenties, with short brown hair.

Upon being singled out, the person hesitated and walked over with noticeable apprehension.

He spoke in a low voice, "Sir, did you call for me?"

His attitude was very respectful.

Fang Hao nodded and asked, "Aren't there any guards in this city?"

"There are, but for some reason, no Troll guards showed up today," whispered the transmigrator.

It seemed that the aftermath of the Slaughter God's death was already unfolding.

City guards would have been reassigned to defend or carry out orders.

Even with such a commotion here, no Troll guards appeared.

Continuing forward, the transmigrator was half-dragged along.

However, upon seeing the attribute titles of the Dragon Queen, Rolana, and others, he became much more subdued.

He followed obediently behind, cooperating even more.

Fang Hao then asked, "In which direction is the Troll chieftain's hall?"

The transmigrator pointed straight ahead.

"And the location of the Troll Temple?"

The transmigrator pointed to the right.

"Dragon Queen, you take Alurag to the Temple, controlling all the Priests there," Fang Hao instructed softly.

The Dragon Queen nodded slightly and took Alurag to change direction, casually strolling toward the Temple as if window shopping.

Fang Hao, with the remaining few, continued to move forward.

The transmigrator followed behind, answering some questions from time to time.

In his heart, he marveled at the group's attributes and speculated about Fang Hao's identity.

An Asian face with such formidable strength.

His identity was not hard to guess, and he had also seen the previous live broadcast, although it was just an aerial view, but the appearance and silhouette were very close.

The world's number one, coming to suppress the main city of the Trolls.

This news would definitely become the latest hot topic.

...

Soon, the group saw the chieftain's hall of the Troll Tribe.

Compared to the buildings of humans or Orcs, those of the Trolls were exaggeratedly towering and robust.

Huge stone columns, which could be embraced by five or six people, with no overly intricate carvings, but covered in various vivid patterns.

Whoosh~~!!

Just as the group approached, hordes of Troll guards burst out from all around.

They formed a solid shield wall in front and surrounded the group from all sides.

A chilling aura spread throughout the area.

The transmigrator, lost in his wild thoughts, was suddenly struck with fear.

He was done for, unknowingly following them here.

Now surrounded by Trolls, he feared he'd be implicated as well.

Cold sweat began streaming down his forehead.

In front of them, the shield wall formed by the Trolls opened up a pathway.

A few Trolls, each dressed differently yet clearly high-ranking nobles, stepped forward.

And Fang Hao's gaze landed on the leading Troll, dressed in a brocade robe.

[Ancient War Demon-Fezjeler (Demigod)]

It appeared that he was the Demigod chieftain presiding over the main city of the Trolls.

His gaze also swept over several other Trolls in the area, all heroes, but none were Demigods.

"Who are you? This isn't a place for humans," the Ancient War Demon said sternly, his expression extremely unsightly.

Fang Hao withdrew his gaze and said, "Ancient War Demon, is it? Let's talk inside, I have something to explain to you."

"Explain? You're seeking death," the Ancient War Demon cursed angrily and commanded to his side, "Kill them, dismember their bodies, and send them to the meat storehouse."

As his words fell.

The nearby Troll guards, armed with weapons, charged towards the few humans in front of them.

Lately, it had been quite a while since they consumed humans to improve their meals.

However, they had barely taken a single step.

All the Trolls suddenly stiffened in place, with their footsteps suspended mid-air, maintaining their original forward motion and bloodthirsty expressions.

The Ancient War Demon watched the scene before him in horror.

The entire area became like a puppet theater, with all the Troll guards and nobility connected by threads.

Frozen on the spot, motionless.

"What have you done?" the Ancient War Demon's voice trembled as he spoke.

Fang Hao, with his group, continued to advance, passing by him, and waved a dismissive hand.

The threads on Ancient War Demon-Fizjeler's shoulders retracted instantaneously, and he relaxed, regaining his normal ability to move.

"Come inside with me. I have something to say to you," Fang Hao continued in an even tone.

Ancient War Demon-Fizjeler's eyes narrowed slightly, a ferocious glint emerging as he snatched a battle axe from a nearby guard and charged towards the group.

He refused to believe that a few feeble humans could overcome a Troll in close combat.

However, just as the battle axe was raised and getting closer to the humans.

The man at the front spoke again.

"Fezjeler... Kneel!"

The charging Troll's knees buckled, and with a thud, he collapsed to his knees.

"Fezjeler, bow your head!"

The kneeling Troll's eyes filled with fear again, as his body bent uncontrollably, inch by inch, his forehead touching the ground.

Fang Hao stood before the Troll, his toe just a few centimeters from the creature's skull.

He continued, "If you still have any brains, you should clearly recognize the current situation, or else I'll have you dismembered and sent into your meat pantry."

The Troll still knelt, terror filling his gaze.

What kind of person was this, displaying such bizarre abilities.

"You can move normally now, follow me inside," Fang Hao continued walking, going straight into the leader's hall.

The Troll leader behind him also regained his ability to move.

He reached out to pull at the threads hanging over the guard's heads.

After finding them untouchable.

He followed directly into the hall.

He was determined to see what this human wanted by coming here at this time.

The brown-haired transmigrator stood frozen on the spot, however.

His face full of surprise as he watched, all the Trolls immobilized.

These were all Tier-10 troops, numbering at least a thousand.

Just like that, they were controlled, their shapes bizarre.

Seeing Fang Hao walk inside, he hesitated again. The other party clearly wanted to discuss serious matters with the Troll, and following him might cause discontent.

But he didn't dare to stay outside by himself. If the Trolls regained their ability to move, he would not be able to handle them on his own.

After considering it, he still followed to the entrance of the hall.

He didn't enter but stood at the door, keeping a distance that would allow him to rush in quickly if danger arose.

In his heart, however, he was already calculating.

He probably could no longer blend in with the Troll territory and must cling to this strong supporter.

…

Fang Hao entered the leader's hall and sat down on a seat to the side.

His gaze fixed on the Troll in front of him as he spoke directly, "The Slaughter God was killed by me, your Temple idols must have shattered by now, right?"

The Troll's body shuddered, his heart seeming to skip a beat with those words.

The reason the main city was in such chaos today was mainly because the Slaughter God's idols had suddenly shattered.

To have it suddenly brought up by this human took him aback.

But… was it really this human who had done it?

The High Priest had mentioned that deities were restricted by the world's rules and couldn't physically descend into this world.

Could it be that this human was also a Priest?

His gaze swept over the empty hall, he continued, "What do you want to say?"

Fang Hao continued, "The Troll region will be under my control from now on. If you choose to submit, you will remain the leader, and nothing you have now will change."

The Troll's eyes narrowed immediately, staring fixedly at him.

"Why should I submit to you? If you're a deity, you can go to your own kind. We Trolls will not submit to a deity of another race," the Troll stated.

This statement made Fang Hao's eyebrows twitch slightly.

Are the Troll Tribe so full of mettle?

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Fang Hao looked at him with interest.

"Kill me? Even if you can, what good will that do? Once resurrected, I will continue to resist you, and the entire Troll Tribe will not recognize your authority," the Troll leader said coldly.

It seemed his binding altar wasn't in this city.

If Fang Hao killed him now, it would accidentally set him free.

Once resurrected, he would continue to rally the Trolls in the region to resist Fang Hao's rule.

Then, the Troll district would become chaotic, and more deities would look to divide this place amongst themselves.

Fang Hao understood his meaning but had his own methods.

No longer wasting words, he simply stated, "Fezjeler, your body cannot move."

In an instant, the Troll leader's body stiffened on the spot, his eyes filled with tension, yet he also awaited to be killed and resurrected, to break free from these people's control.

Fang Hao didn't persuade him further but instead took out the ax of world's end from his storage space.

He handed it to 'Amarag' beside him, "Kill him."

Amarag picked up the axe and walked in front of the rigidly standing Troll.

The Troll leader then closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.

The next second, the axe swung down and struck the Troll's neck.

It had barely touched.

The Troll leader's eyes flew open, terror flashing through them.

He could feel his soul being destroyed along with the falling of the axe.

This axe was wrong; he was truly going to die.

Gurgle~!

A head fell to the floor, rolling to Fang Hao's feet.

Following that, the headless body collapsed with a thud onto the ground, disintegrating like fine sand.

In the midst of the remains lay a level 0 Divinity.

Amarag picked up the Divinity and then presented it to Fang Hao.

Indeed, slaying with this axe, the victim had no chance for resurrection.

Fang Hao tucked away both the Divinity and the axe, then continued, "Bring in that Dark Gold Troll hero from outside."

"Yes, my lord."

Amarag responded and immediately stepped out.

When he came back, he dragged in a heavily armored Troll hero.

[Mad Titan-Skewer (Dark Gold Tier-6 Hero)].

This hero was a burly, muscular figure with a single eye in the middle of his forehead.

Fang Hao gently lifted his hand, and the threads connected to the hero's body instantly withdrew.

Then he spoke, "Your leader is dead. Now you can make a choice—submit or die."

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