Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

But the speed at which the army was advancing directly toward the Undead main city was somewhat surprising.

"This fast?" Fang Hao replied.

Dong Jiayue quickly responded, "Ugh, don't even mention it. Ever since the war started, the entire army hasn't stopped moving. Transmigrators have been living and eating on carriages, and several of them have gotten carsick."

Well, ...

No wonder, when making preparations before the war began.

Queen Amanda had requested that all of the army's species be Undead.

These transmigrators were also placed there at his request, to deliver messages and handle logistics and crafting.

It was only an Undead army that could march in this manner.

For any other species, this journey would take at least two to three months, or even longer.

But the effect was significant. It hardly gave Odys any time to react.

They had marched right to the city, and the final battle now seemed imminent.

"You've worked hard. Is there anything I need to do on my end?" Fang Hao continued to ask.

Dong Jiayue replied, "We need a large amount of artillery ammunition over here, and Queen Amanda is asking if there is anything we should pay attention to after breaching the city?"

Things to pay attention to?

There wasn't really anything to watch out for.

After thinking about it, he said, "If there's a library or something, make sure not to destroy it. If not, then let Amanda decide herself. I don't have any particular demands on my end."

"Okay, understood."

Ending the chat, Fang Hao also got up and walked outside.

Eira and her companions were still engrossed in their novels, not even glancing his way.

He stepped out of the lord's mansion and headed toward the open space in the warehouse district.

He began making ammunition.

Feeling it rather dangerous,

Fang Hao batch-produced 50,500 pieces each of "Cannonballs" and "Organ Gun Shells."

He didn't dare let these stay in the city too long.

After coming out, he immediately traded them to Dong Jiayue.

This amount of ammunition was enough to turn Black Horn City into ruins.

But since Amanda planned to rebuild Anglina Kingdom, she likely wouldn't bombard the city into destruction.

If the main city were turned into ruins, rebuilding would be a difficult task.

It was now up to Amanda to decide for herself.

The Great Cemetery of Odys had already been turned by Odys into something resembling Purgatory.

It couldn't get any worse than it already was.

After completing the trades, Fang Hao also produced some detonators and items like siege ladders.

Since he had a hundredfold amplification, his crafting was more efficient.

It was a way to lighten the load of the transmigrators over there.

After advising Dong Jiayue on safety and mentioning that the transmigrators didn't need to approach the frontlines, he ended the chat.

...

The Great Cemetery of Odys.

Outside Black Horn City.

The White Bone Army, arranged in neat and orderly squares.

Endless at a glance.

Flags with a black base and a red bat wing fluttered in the wind.

Among the gaps in the formations, Bound Spirit Guardians swiftly moved through the troops.

With red paint in their hands,

they left a red mark on each of their own soldiers, to better distinguish between allied and enemy Undead.

To the left and right of the White Bone Army's formation, Skeleton Blacksmiths stepped on the ribs of Bone Dragons, checking to ensure their armor was secure.

In the rear, Aerial Ships lowered rope ladders, and Skeleton soldiers carried ammo boxes, delivering the ammunition into the ships' holds.

In the center of the formation,

transmigrators finally had the chance to step down from the carriages.

They moved their limbs around, like patients undergoing rehabilitation training.

"These old arms and legs of mine, it's not about fighting. It feels more like a group tour—sleep on the bus and get off to urinate."

"I'd prefer not getting off the bus. We were tasked with clearing the rubble, moving stones, and digging out equipment. Exhausting as hell."

"Give me a break. Who knows how many are itching to get off and do some work, but can't get a spot."

"I envy those who get to get off. I feel like I'm going to get a thrombosis."

With the paper in her hands, Dong Jiayue waited for everyone to finish stretching and moving around.

He spoke up, "Alright, this is it, the last battle. Once it's over, we can all take our rewards and go home."

Everyone chuckled. After enduring for nearly half a month, the end was finally in sight.

The prospect of rewards after the great battle was still highly anticipated.

Last time, the transmigrators who assisted in attacking Gray Iron City not only each received a cannon as a reward,

but also gained a certain command over Skeleton soldiers.

These things neither eat nor drink, and they work tirelessly—it's simply the most perfect type of soldier.

And then there were the Bone Dragons.

Throughout this journey, the most impressive forces seemed to be the Bone Dragons.

If one could be rewarded with a Bone Dragon, they would definitely be among the regional powerhouses.

Seeing Dong Jiayue speak up, the others quieted down,

standing by, waiting for their tasks to be assigned.

Dong Jiayue continued, "Shao Xing, you take ten people and construct the defense wall and watchtowers according to the blueprint. Time is of the essence, so don't slack off."

Shao Xing nodded, "Alright, Jia Yue."

Taking the blueprint, he chose five people he was familiar with.

"You five, build the houses as planned. The rest of you, create various siege weapons according to the item list. Everyone, work swiftly; let's not hold back the army's progress."

"Yes, Jia Yue."

Everyone sprang into action, beginning their tasks according to the plan.

Their work wasn't technical; they just had to use their transmigrator abilities to make things.

Right after the tasks were delegated,

a Bound Spirit Guardian hurried over, "Commander Dong Jiayue, Queen Amanda has requested your presence."

"Alright." Dong Jiayue mounted her horse and rode off toward the area where Amanda was located.

...

In the procession,

within a carriage with a slender body,

Rolana lay in a black, red-velvet-lined coffin for reposing.

Her long, straight legs, clad in black stockings, were crossed and resting on the edge of the coffin.

She held a Sound-transmitting Shell in her hand, speaking with a hint of complaint.

"Don't even mention it. I've not fought a single battle along the way, just been on the road all the time."

The feebleness of Odys's army had also surpassed Rolana's expectations.

She had expected a few confrontations, at least.

But now, it seemed like nothing at all.

They just breezed through the entire way.

She had been sleeping the whole journey.

Soon, a soft voice from a woman came through the Sound-transmitting Shell, "The final battle is about to begin. Be very careful, this is no laughing matter."

Hearing this voice, Rolana's expression softened considerably, and a smile appeared, "Don't worry, I'm so powerful, there's no danger. Even if a real battle starts, Odys wouldn't stand a chance against me."

"Even so, there's no need for you to get involved with so many forces there," the voice on the other end grew serious.

Rolana's smile brightened; feeling cared for and considered was truly wonderful.

Her smile moderated as she responded, "I know, you care about me the most."

"The day before yesterday, Fang Hao came by. He mentioned you, clearly concerned, but you know how men are, they're not good at saying these things."

Rolana paused.

A brief doubt crossed her mind—why was she being steered towards Fang Hao again?

She furrowed her brows, curiously responding, "What's going on with you? Lately, all you talk about is Fang Hao, Fang Hao. Has he bribed you to speak well of him to me? Let me tell you, men will only use you; not one of them is good."

The person on the other end continued to respond, "Fang Hao's not bad, actually. He's been quite good to us. If it weren't for him, my position as City Lord would have been usurped."

Rolana emphasized again, "Don't be fooled by his façade. Isn't he just after expanding his territory? It's not solely for you. Remember, no man is good. Say it with me, no man is good."

"You say that, but you don't seem to dislike him," came the reply.

Rolana's face changed, just as she was about to retort.

There was a faint knock on the door of the carriage.

Then a voice called out, "Lady Rolana, Queen Amanda requests that you meet with an envoy."

Rolana's eyebrows knitted together.

An envoy? Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

What envoy?

She sat up, asking, "What envoy?"

The reply came from outside the carriage, "An envoy from Black Horn City has come for negotiations. Queen Amanda's intention is for you to meet with this envoy in your capacity as a member of the Blood Clan."