Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The Valkyrie mechanized body, like a torrent of steel, surged straight into the temple.

To protect the ritual being conducted in the back.

The Exorcist Hulks were neatly arranged in a row, forming a shield wall in the middle to block the impact of the mechanized body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The emerging mechanized body, like a flood released, slammed into the shield formation.

The strength enhanced by the machinery granted the mechanized body powerful explosive force.

It forcibly breached the shield formation.

And pierced straight into the enemy's center.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The Valkyrie mechanized body, agile and skilled in master-level swordsmanship.

Its longsword in hand swung through the air, creating a series of beautiful arcs, slashing at the surrounding enemies.

The unleashed combat power was enough to make anyone wary.

But this was a temple, where people's convictions and faith often result in a firm resolve.

And behind them, the ritual that had reached a crucial moment, could not afford any errors.

The black-robed devotees in the back shrieked with hoarse, grating voices, continuously directing the Skeletons to counterattack.

The battered Exorcist Hulks, staggering up from the ground, lifted their heavy shields to meet the enemy.

Fang Hao stood in the back, observing the shifting dynamics across the battlefield.

The battle before him seemed fierce, but compared to the past sieges involving a million Skeletons, this battle was far less intense.

Yet, it had to be said that the Exorcist Hulks, with their bizarre appearance,

displayed quite an effective combat power.

Especially the tactics of holding a shield with one hand while the other three hands conducted sneak attacks made them feel very powerful, very useful.

They were a type of troop with well-balanced attributes.

Whether deployed on the battlefield or in single combat, they could exhibit stable combat power.

"Anjia, Beata, you two go and help too, and quickly wipe out these enemies," Fang Hao said directly.

Although the mechanized body wasn't losing, those Skeletons were indeed troublesome.

If this conflict continued, there would be significant losses among the mechanized bodies.

Moreover, they had heroes on their side!

"Okay!"

The two answered and with a light tap of their feet, transformed into two streaks of light, charging into the fray.

In an instant, the entire battlefield erupted into greater intensity.

Thunder spears and thunder orbs emitted dazzling bright light, while Anjia's punches and kicks resonated through the air, turning a large number of Skeletons into scattered White Bones.

There was still a significant disparity between the attributes of heroes and troops.

…

Outside the ancient tomb.

By now, the sky had darkened, and the transmigrators who had been waiting outside the tomb passage to watch the drama, driven by the sudden drop in desert temperature, had all returned to their own tents.

Only scattered guards remained outside, patrolling.

Too many transmigrators were gathered here; even the poisonous snakes and weird creatures common in the desert typically stayed away from the area.

"Cleolando has been in there so long, I hope nothing has happened to him!"

A few gathered together, munching on shared dinner.

Cleolando was undoubtedly capable, but he too had ventured in with just his troops.

Other transmigrators who had teamed up to go inside had not made it out.

She went in alone and didn't come out for such a long time, which made everyone suspect that there might be a problem.

"No, I just went to the door, and there were still Skeleton soldiers guarding it, so I guess there is no issue," another person spoke up.

"It can't really be that she cleared it all by herself, can it..."

"Impossible, with that few people, how could she possibly clear it through? Cleaning out the second level would already be good."

"If they managed to clean out the second level, they would have gained quite a lot."

"Ah! The map discovered by our Alliance, and in the end we can only watch at the door, why am I not part of a special faction!"

"Exactly, the Undead aren't that impressive either, how did they promote that woman!"

"Nonsense, the Undead! Besides lacking that thing, the rest of their body is all hard."

The group gradually drifted off-topic and became more cautious.

Joking about a transmigrator listed in the world rankings, one still needed to be low-key.

Privately chatting wasn't an issue, but if it spread out, it could easily cause trouble.

As for Cleolando clearing the map.

They didn't think too much about that.

The so-called tomb there was more like a massive underground palace.

The scale of the buildings in this world wasn't something you could compare with before; fantasy was considered normal here.

So, the troops Cleolando led, even though powerful, could only possibly clean out the second level.

It was simply impossible to genuinely clear the entire map.

Even clearing the second level was good enough.

When the time came, the information collected or rewards earned would provide opportunities for others to exchange or purchase.

Just as a few people were eating and chatting in low voices.

The tent curtain was pulled back, and a tall figure slowly entered the tent.

The group briefly startled, but when they clearly saw the newcomer, they instantly jumped up and drew their longswords.

The one who entered the tent was a Lizardman cloaked in a heavy cape.

His sandy brown scales indicated they belonged to the Desert Lizardman faction.

"Lizardman? How did you get in here? This is our transmigrators' territory, leave now and we'll overlook it, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite." The transmigrator's voice was loud, intending for nearby soldiers to hear and come over for support.

Desert Lizardmen were indeed good at disguising here, but entering the tent was really audacious.

The Lizardman's cold vertical pupils glanced at their tightly gripped weapons.

He opened his tooth-filled mouth and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm your friend, I've come to bring you important information."

The language of the Lizardman had a strange tone to it.

Listening to it did seem magically compelling, diminishing their wariness a bit.

The transmigrators became less vigilant and more curious, asking directly, "What information?"

The vertical pupils under the Lizardman's hood flickered and he said, "There is a divine artifact in the ancient tomb. If you obtain it, it could help you gain everything."

The men's minds began to flash with their own desires.

Luxurious lifestyles, special factions, crowds of servants, and women.

"What sort of artifact?"

"Can it really grant everything?"

"Are you serious...?"

Several people asked simultaneously.

The corners of the Lizardman's mouth split wider, and he said, "Of course it's true. Otherwise, why would the map be so difficult? There is certainly an important item, and I also know that the item has already been obtained by someone currently exploring. If you want it now, you'll have to get it from her."

The group was stunned again, then quickly realized.

"Obtained by 'Cleolando'? Then wouldn't that mean we don't stand a chance..."

"Damn it, it was our map that we found, and yet she got the bargain."

The voice of dissatisfaction rose again.

They were all somewhat annoyed at not getting the treasure.

The Lizardman continued, "Actually, she has suffered heavy losses now and doesn't have much troops left, so getting that treasure isn't really difficult."

Kill her?

Everyone was a bit surprised.

But killing a transmigrator who had suffered heavy losses was much better than conquering this map.

They whispered and discussed in low voices.

Finally, they gritted their teeth and said, "Alright, let's get ready, we'll make our move tonight, get the treasure and immediately withdraw from here, returning to our territory."

"Okay!"

Looking back again, they realized that the Desert Lizardman was no longer there.

The tent was empty, only the opened curtain still fluttering slightly.

Another transmigrator's tent.

The transmigrator, who had been deep in sleep, suddenly woke up and swung his sword behind him.

Clang!

A crisp sound echoed.

But from the feel of the sword, it was certain that it had hit a target.

Turning around and standing up, he saw a tall Lizardman standing inside the dim tent.

Blood was trickling down the scales on the Lizardman's arm.

"You dare to seek death alone, you're quite bold."

The Lizardman looked at his wounded spot, a glint of fierceness flashed through his eyes, but it quickly calmed down.

He spoke, "Don't be nervous, you're a transmigrator, right? I have a task for you. If you can succeed, we will grant you a new faction and special troops."

The transmigrator frowned, curiously asking, "What task?"

"At night, I need you to anonymously blast the whole ancient tomb's entrance," said the Lizardman.

The transmigrator, still frowning, asked, "Why should I do that?"

The Lizardman smiled, threw out a scroll and said, "This is the advance payment, and we will support you afterward."

The transmigrator picked it up to look.

[Desert Lizardman Faction Invitation]

The transmigrator looked at the Lizardman and finally nodded and said, "Alright, I accept…."

The Lizardman nodded, backed out of the tent, and disappeared into the night.

He went to another campsite to continue persuading others.

The fourth level of the ancient tomb.

With the addition of Anjia and Beata, the pace of battle again accelerated.

Two large groups of Exorcist Hulks scattered into White Bone, densely covering the ground.

The black-robed followers behind, constantly reinforced by effects, were also affected by various skills.

The number of people decreased continuously, falling and dying.

If this fight kept going, it would soon end.

At the same time, stopping the strange ritual that was still happening in the background.

Crack! Crack!

Just then, among the followers kneeling for the ritual, a figure slowly stood up.

Although also wearing a thick hooded robe, the clothing was in colors of gold and red, making it look more magnificent.

Wearing a tall crown, only a rotting half of a wooden staff remaining in hand.

Bent over, his gaze turned this way.

BOSS?

Fang Hao also noticed the person who had gotten up.

[Oathbound High Priest - Adrien (Dark Gold Third Tier Hero)]

Indeed a hero, and even reached Dark Gold third tier.

Fang Hao was more surprised.

The level of this map was way too high.

Three types of enemies, all were tenth-tier troops.

The suddenly appeared BOSS had reached Dark Gold.

Transmigrators aside, even the original inhabitants would probably find it hard to conquer this place.

While Fang Hao observed, the Oathbound High Priest's mouth emitted a series of strange syllables.

All the troop types became aggressive, erupting again with powerful combat power.

Simultaneously, the Skull-arm Wand in his hands also shot out powerful bursts of Magic, bombarding the clump of constructs.

Without needing Fang Hao's order, Beata and Anjia in the battle zone had already charged forward.

Beata herself was strong, and also a powerful member of Dragon Clan.

Several bolts of Thunder Elemental Magic were thrown from her hands, and her body quickly closed the distance.

Her waist twisting swiftly, her leg whipping out with a howl.

Boom!!

The Oathbound High Priest had just dodged the incoming lightning, not yet steady on his feet.

He was kicked.

His body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall behind.

Whirl!

Dust and rubble fell like a storm.

The whole hall also shook along.

Anjia quickly followed, but as she neared, she was repelled by a burst of Magic.

At the same time…

The rather disheveled Oathbound High Priest stood up, roared, and madly rushed into the main battlefield.

The next second, the surrounding Exorcist Hulks began converging towards the body of the Oathbound High Priest.

The piercing sound of bones rubbing echoed throughout the hall.

Under everyone's gaze,

The remaining skeletons gathered together.

They began to merge with the body of the High Priest.

Forming a giant, twisted creature of White Bone.

Its upper body still in the black robe of the High Priest, while its lower half was a bloated, massive body made up of dense White Bone.

Numerous skeletal arms and legs, forming a centipede-like thousand legs.

Their rustling run made people's scalps tingle.

The Oathbound High Priest, his gaze icy, looked this way.

He hissed, "Blasphemers, you shall die…."