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Chapter 449 - 378 Undead Encounters Another Group of "Undead

Chapter 449: Chapter 378 Undead Encounters Another Group of "Undead

The first assault squad had already completed its selection, and William’s way of thinking differed from Lind’s in that he chose the undead based on their strength.

This squad would serve as the spearhead team, led by Lind as the captain, with William as the deputy captain, and 50 undead members.

In their hands, they each held 3 resistance drugs, signifying they only had 3 days’ time.

Transcendent soldiers possessed many advantages such as remarkable overall combat performance and the ability to not easily tire, among others; paired with space equipment, if it were peace time, a 50-person Great Knight squad under Lind’s command would be enough to sweep through over half of the nations on the Xilu Continent, including those he’d heard of and those he hadn’t.

Undead tied with ropes around their waists successively jumped off the cliff, heading towards the Great Rift frontline.

Redwoods a hundred meters tall pierced the sky, making one feel utterly insignificant upon entering their midst.

There were no enemies from the point where the cliff broke off to the border of the black Mysterious Deep Forest, which might allow for the outpost to be moved forward a bit.

A hand grazed the ridge of a sword, the cold touch as reassuring as that of a comrade.

Lind said, "Our target is the front-line fortress of the Catastrophe Executioner, but it’s said that the Abyssal Calamity has already corrupted that place."

The team confidently scouted ahead of Lind and William; they were slightly less disciplined but fearless of death and perfectly suited for the role of minesweeper engineers.

Thrilled with the emotion of the new map being right before their eyes, the undead were filled with eagerness.

"I feel proud of this scene before us," William said, looking at the team that served as the spearhead, "We are engaged in a grand endeavor."

Although people didn’t find William’s character as the version’s main character likable, it was undeniable that he possessed tremendous charisma; he wouldn’t ask others to sacrifice for a great cause, rather he was willing to burn himself first.

"Yes, we are all doing something grand," Lind nodded, his thoughts not limited to just the Abyss.

Traveling through the Mysterious Deep Forest took longer than expected, and the undead slowly shifted from full passion to growing despondency, wondering if this was an expedition within an expedition.

In the season about to step into cold winter, the Mysterious Deep Forest was gloomy and stuffy, and turning back, one could no longer see the cliff from which they came, only countless towering redwoods, standing straight, piercing the sky.

They began to feel a sweltering heat, as if a burning hell awaited them ahead, and the increasingly dense growth of trees wove the path into a web-like road.

Finally, they saw the first batch of enemies.

The way they discovered enemies was interesting; there lay a pile of dried corpses on the ground, the skin tightly clinging to the sparse muscle and blood vessels, looking like skeletons wrapped in human skin.

No one paid attention until an undead instinctively drew his sword and stabbed one.

"Alive!"

The living corpses wobbled to their feet, numbering over two or three hundred!

Just as the undead were about to take action, a burst of fire surged and William, wrapped in flames, had already charged forward. He swiftly swung his sword over a dozen times, assuring that all the living corpses in front had turned into charred corpses.

"Seriously, what the hell are we playing at?"

Though the undead complained, having two powerful characters by their side did bring them reassurance.

The number of living corpses ahead continued to grow; there was no shortage of enemies to fight.

An arrow shot forth as an undead pulled the bowstring, striking a living corpse directly in the forehead, with the arrowhead drilling out from the back of its head.

Then a second arrow followed closely behind, then a third, and a fourth... As members carefully selected by William, they had more than just good game experience, not just equipment with good attributes.

"There’s such a large number!" someone exclaimed.

"These creatures’ health bars have been depleted, but after being killed, they still stand back up!" someone had already noticed the issue.

They had seldom encountered such a torrential surge of attacking undead hordes, with intense aggressive desire, endless numbers, and even the ability to rise again after death.

The Undead had encountered another group of "Undead."

Fortunately, these zombies weren’t strong, killing them was simple, and their resurrection wasn’t too swift; as long as you quickly moved past them after killing them, it would be okay.

As for them standing up again, that had nothing to do with the Undead anymore.

The spearhead troops were advancing steadily.

William, meanwhile, transformed into the most fervent warrior, unleashing flames and relentlessly slaughtering the zombies, like wielding a feather duster against the ants swarming on the ground.

Dust was flying, and flames burst forth.

Fiery meteors kept flying over from above the Undead’s frontline, and a vast number of zombies were swallowed by the crimson tide.

At that moment, William was continuously pushing forward; every corpse that had accumulated over the past two to three years turned into a zombie, and the curse of immortality made them climb to their feet.

Thankfully, they could now die in the flames and be spared the agony of staggering on as walking corpses.

William leapt high, his Longsword waved once more, and the sea of fire churned.

His prowess in wielding flames differed slightly from Lind, and it had nothing to do with the Gobai Knight Clorey from Permafrost Land, but externally, they all involved wrapping their weapons in flames.

Zombies, with their clumsy claws swiping leisurely like an old lady in a vegetable garden, fell into the inferno with each sweep of William’s Longsword. A shriveled corpse was swept up by the flames into the sky, turning into another meteor of fire that soared over the heads of the Undead before crashing to the ground, its stubborn ribcage and the embers inside its cavity softly glowing with each gust of wind.

The slaughter was efficient, and the Undead swiftly caught on; with their abilities, it was highly unlikely they could withstand the relentless tide of zombies, but with William taking the lead, things were different; all they had to do was deal with the occasional escapees.

Speaking of escapees, the number was terrifyingly high, with each Undead averaging over ten zombie kills every 30 seconds.

But even if some zombies did get through without being killed, it probably wouldn’t matter because Lind was standing in the back.

"Wait a minute, brothers, our task wouldn’t happen to be escorting Lind to the fortress, would it?"

It seemed absurd; with his combat prowess, does he need our escort? However, since Lind had not taken any action from the beginning, some couldn’t help but let their imaginations run wild.

It was the first time Lind had seen Undead give themselves tasks and find things to do on their own, as though after the events at the Exile’s Outpost where a spur-of-the-moment trial of a new ability had a huge impact, but was missed by the Undead as an "important plot point," their imaginations and suspicions had significantly increased.

So, as he stood still, the Undead began to treat him like a great crystal, guarding him with all their might.

Lind bent down to grab a zombie, which no longer had limbs, yet still tried to take a bite out of him when he approached.

"No curse," Lind casually tossed the zombie into the sky.

Just then, William’s flames swept through again, incinerating the zombie thrown aloft into ash.

The redwood’s fire resistance was quite good, seemingly related to some degree to Abyssal Erosion, as it was rapidly extinguished by something after being ignited by William’s flames, with only a small part of the trees that bore the brunt of William’s assault being slashed apart, oozing a sticky black liquid from within.

As Lind pondered what this could be, a shout came from up ahead, "We’ve reached the fortress!"

The Catastrophe Executioner’s fortress.

At the end of a path cleared by William’s wanton burning and slashing, a fortress-like structure built before the Great Rift appeared before their eyes.

This was the true frontline, resisting the first line of defense against the Rift Abyss.