Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1350 - 924, Engaging in Battle

Chapter 1350 -924, Engaging in Battle ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Inside the Temple, the old Priest knelt before the statue.

Behind him, the rest of the Orc Priests knelt in rows, praying together in unison.

They awaited the arrival of the Father God to rescue the city besieged by the Undead and the Dragon Clan.

Just as everyone was whispering prayers, waiting for the Father God to descend.

The old Priest’s shadow began to stir like boiling tar.

The next second, under the perplexed gazes of the other Priests, a Human figure emerged from the shadow, becoming increasingly tangible.

Once the figure appeared, there was no hesitation.

A glittering dagger flashed towards the Priest who was still praying in front of him.

The kneeling Priest welcoming the divine sensed the change behind him, glanced sideways, and saw the approaching cold gleam.

A surge of panic rose abruptly in his heart.

His body instinctively toppled to one side, his wooden staff raised in front, as a circular shield rapidly sprang up before him.

Seeing the shield form.

The old Priest’s face relaxed slightly.

This was the main city; as long as he wasn’t killed, the guards outside would soon rush in to protect him.

Even if the Assassin was fierce, they wouldn’t be able to kill him.

However, the sharp dagger continued to slash towards him.

The shield, like fragile glass, shattered on contact, and with a posture that tore through everything, the dagger sliced through the wooden staff and then effortlessly cut across the old Priest’s throat.

Thud~ Gurgling!

The head instantly fell off, rolling to the side.

The Orc Priests behind him were now staring wide-eyed, terrified at the scene unfolding before them.

The old Priest was dead?

Even though a Priest was a clergyman.

The old Priest was also an orange hero; how could he be so easily slain in an instant?

This… all of this happened too suddenly.

“Quick, kill her,” someone suddenly shouted aloud.

The Priests pointed their wooden staves at the woman emerging from the shadow.

Without waiting for an attack, the woman’s figure vanished like spilt ink.

The next second, she appeared behind the man who had just shouted, and her dagger slashed out once more.

Gurgle!

Another head rolled to the ground, muttering incomprehensible words, eyes wide open in death.

The Priests turned around once more.

The Assassin’s figure disappeared again.

Then one after another, heads fell to the ground.

The Priests felt a chill in their spines, looking around the dimly lit room, fear reaching its zenith.

They were surrounded by an Assassin.

“Escape, quickly notify the guards,” the Priests quickly realized.

Everyone instantly snapped to their senses.

They began to swarm, running towards the exit of the great hall.

The next second, that familiar figure appeared again in front of the Temple’s gate, blocking everyone’s path of escape.

Creak~!

The wooden doors of the great hall were slowly closed.

That figure, like the Death God, pounced towards the remaining Priests.

…

Beast King City.

Dragons formed a swirling vortex above the city.

Dragon Breath swept repeatedly over the land.

Roofs and streets bore the scorched marks of the flames.

The Orcs were also launching a frenzied counterattack.

Arrows densely flew towards the sky, and continuously, Double-Headed Corpse Dragons were turned into porcupines mid-dive, falling from the sky.

At every moment, Orcs were engulfed by Dragon Breath.

Black Corpse Dragons kept falling from the sky, crashing to the ground and using their last ounce of strength to lunge at nearby enemies.

The sky filled with tumbling dragon corpses, increasing in frequency.

Too crazy…

Even the hot-tempered Orcs were horrified by the method of attack unfolding before them.

This war was not a contest of strategy and tactics, but a mad struggle, a fight between beasts.

It could even be called an act of vengeance at any cost.

What exactly had the Orcs done?

To make today’s enemy so crazed.

The four city walls.

The intervention of the Dragon Clan made defending the city walls extremely difficult.

Companies of Orc warriors rapidly rushed to the walls, carefully avoiding the incoming Dragon Breath while trying to resist the army starting their siege below.

A dense army of Undead now covered the area below the city.

Siege Ladders reached the walls.

Four-armed Skeletons holding shields above their heads began climbing up the sturdy iron ladders towards the ramparts.

Skeleton archers retaliated from below, their bullets pattering against the walls.

Stones shattered and flew in all directions.

Gigantic Mammoth constructs, with tusks as battering rams, persistently struck the sealed city gates.

With each strike, the entire wall trembled violently.

The Orcs still held the city, but considering the current situation, a breach was only a matter of time.

Atop the East City wall.

The Beast King, clad in a wide, heavy armor, his eyes blood-red, looked down at the Undead below with fury and murderous intent.

Having been seated in Beast King City for so many years, this was the first time he had been pushed to such limits.

For him and the entire Orc Clan, it was an indelible stain.

Even if they successfully defended it, the city’s infrastructure was nearly equivalent to being razed.

Thump thump thump!

Behind him, urgent footsteps arose, and a trusted aide avoiding the combat area rushed up the wall.

After gasping for breath, he spoke haltingly: “Beast King, it’s not good, the Temple…”

His gaze fell upon the Orcs outside the wall, frowning as he looked over.

“What has happened with the Priests?”

Only the arrival of the Father God could solve the trouble in the main city.

If something had happened to the Temple, then matters would become even more difficult.

Looking carefully, the trusted aide said promptly: “The Temple has been destroyed, all the Priests are dead, and the High Priest has been assassinated…”

“What?”

The Beast King’s inner rage erupted in an instant, his angry roar bellowing out.

The High Priest, he is their link to communicate with the Father God.

Once the High Priest is dead, the situation here can’t be reported to the Orcs’ Father God.

The trusted aide continued, “The Orc altar has been severely damaged in the battle, and currently the dead heroes cannot be resurrected.”

The Beast King’s eyes widened, filled with surprise and disbelief.

The Temple and the altar, such critical places, to have such things happen to them.

“What about the guards defending these two places?” the Beast King asked in rage.

“The guards in front of the Temple were temporarily pulled away, and all the guards at the Hero altar died under the Dragon’s assault.”

The Beast King’s expression grew even uglier, with endless fury rising in his eyes.

Rage towards the Dragon Clan and the Undead who launched the attack on the main city, and rage towards such a grave oversight.

“Repair the altar, and once the High Priest is resurrected, have him contact the Father God immediately.”

“Yes.”

The trusted aide responded and quickly left.

At that moment, whoosh whoosh whoosh~ the sound of slicing through the air arose, and four Flame Spears flew to the city wall in an instant.

The next second, the Flame Spears disappeared and turned into four black-armored warriors wielding warhammers.

Cold eyes stared at the tall Orc in the middle.

The Beast King’s gaze was fiery with rage as he coldly said, “What, the Dragon Queen and the Demigod of the Blood Clan didn’t come, sending you four ants to die?”

Alurag, with a focused gaze on the tall and ugly-looking Orc before him, simply said, “Does it make any difference whether there’s a Demigod here now?”

Two sides of the city walls have fallen, one of the gates has been shattered by Mammoths, and troops have directly broken into the city.

The only part not breached is the section personally defended by the Beast King.

If a Demigod were present, perhaps the city would have already fallen by now.

This statement made the Beast King’s face even more unsightly, and the rage suppressed in his heart reached a peak.

“Good, now you four… can go to die.” No further words wasted, the Beast King sneered coldly as towering black flames suddenly rose around him.

Huge thermal energy instantly covered the entire city wall.

The surrounding equipment began to melt, and even the bricks and stones underfoot began to crumble in the flames.

The power of Divinity, even just from a Demigod, could unleash strength beyond that of a normal hero.

Terrifying strength.

Amidst the rising flames.

The Beast King’s face turned fierce, and his body began to rapidly expand.

With a sweeping slash of his warblade at the waist, he aimed at the two black-armored warriors in front of him.

Bang!

With one swing of the blade, the city wall exploded violently, with earth and stone splattering amidst the eruption of a dark bladed flame encompassing dozens of meters.

The Undead ascending the walls, the Wyverns diving from above.

Instantly turned to ash.

Alurag and Amarag, within the range of the flames.

When the Beast King noticed the flames swallowed the two, a cold sneer appeared on his face.

With such ease, he killed two, leaving no pressure for dealing with the remaining two.

However, before he could swing his second blade.

From within the covered blaze, suddenly two towering Giants rose from the ground, wielding warhammers and delivered an overhead strike.

The Beast King was startled.

Without time to think why the flames had no effect on them.

His warblade swung out once again.

Dong~!

A resounding clash echoed, and again black flames surged out.

The two black-armored leaders felt an immense force transmitted through their weapons.

Their palms numbed as they barely held onto their warhammers under the fiery blast from the Orc’s attack, pushed back several steps.

But the Beast King did not pursue them; his gaze shifted slightly as he swung his warblade backwards.

Dong~!

His second blade collided with the two black-armored warriors behind him.

Both felt an enormous force, one terrifying enough to make even Giants feel dread.

The four exchanged glances and charged forward again at the same time.

Not much finesse involved, all five were warriors adept in strength.

Their weapons constantly collided, generating intense impacts and a sky filled with bladed flames.

…

In the city’s armory.

A long line of Orcs was anxiously and orderly carrying equipment, rushing them to the battlefield.

This step was crucial; the Orcs were already at a disadvantage, and if the supply lines failed to keep up, there would be no point in continuing the battle.

Under the urging of Orc heroes, the Orcs transported swiftly.

Roar!

Just then, a Green Dragon swooped down from the sky.

The Green Dragon Breath swept along the column of Orcs, melting and decomposing them amidst their painful struggles.

Not even bones remained in the end.

After landing on the ground, the Green Dragon transformed into a middle-aged man in a green robe, with his hands clasped behind him, and walked into the armory to take a look.

Then, he pointed a finger, “Destroy this place.”

As his voice fell, five or six Double-Headed Corpse Dragons began breathing on the building.

Amidst deafening collapse, the armory turned into ruins.

The Green Dragon took off once more, transforming back into a dragon and flew off into the distance.

…

Elsewhere.

Stomp stomp stomp!!

The Beast King’s trusted aides rushed through the city.

Upon arriving at a building, they barged in right through the doors.

They shouted loudly, “The Hero altar is damaged, all craftsmen here, go repair the Hero altar, hurry, no dawdling…”.

Inside the room, no one spoke.

But the craftsmen just stared wide-eyed, some with a fearful gaze at what was behind the trusted aides.

Hm?

The trusted aides paused, sensing the fear in everyone’s eyes.

A sinking feeling emerged in their hearts.

Without making any move, a voice came from behind them.

“Without you leading the way, I really couldn’t have found this place.”

Gurgle gurgle!

Several heads dropped to the floor.