Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 233: Establishing a Foothold on Quisha Island

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Establishing a Foothold on Quisha Island

The residential area was locked down, and COVID testing was conducted daily. Now, this was a disaster.

"Indeed, it’s really quite excellent, we’ve now seized the coastline."

Fang Jie sighed as he glanced at the others. Lu Lu was on his shoulder, clearly frightened by this kind of battle. However, Lu Lu, while shielding her eyes with her hands, peeked through her fingers to watch the unfolding events ahead.

The two little foxes, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, with Lu Qi’er actually excited, and Anfei, although appearing calm, couldn’t hide the heat in her eyes, truly befitting a Beastman by birth.

No matter how beautiful or seemingly fragile they looked, their hearts were ultimately different from ordinary people.

Of course, this was probably because Undead Creatures have no blood.

While there were many Zombie-type troops on the opposite side, zombies themselves had no blood, only some disgusting substances.

"Advance forward." Fang Hao ordered, and the massive sea fortress began to move forward. This war called for six sea fortresses, all of which had been completely transformed.

Transforming a sea fortress not only took a tremendous amount of time, but also consumed a lot of resources and money.

Being able to create six was the result of the massive profits from the previous war in the Southern regions. If it were before that war, even emptying Fang Jie’s pockets wouldn’t have allowed for six sea fortresses to be transformed.

Unfortunately, two of them had already landed and, barring any accidents, could only serve as port towns thereafter.

"Impressive, impressive. Worthy of those daring to directly attack the Big Islands," said an onlooker with a face full of admiration. The initial explosion had revealed the strength of these foreigners.

"What I’m curious about is how they managed to get such a massive object near Quisha Island. I remember that there didn’t seem to be a route capable of passing such a large structure nearby," spoke someone.

Seeing him, no one was surprised; this was Kerry Roli, born to the Keli family, the largest merchant family of the Sea Alliance.

This ordinary-looking woman, her red hair dancing in the wind, emitted an aura that was oppressive to everyone around. In their generation, almost no one could outshine Rory.

"How else could it be done? They must have cleared the seabed in advance. Whether reefs or shallower sea beds, all had been arranged. They are Undead, and doing this is not surprising.

"What I’m curious about is, how do they have the guts to do this?"

The previous speaker continued, "After all, under Alliance laws, we are prohibited from destroying islands, but there’s no rule against clearing the seabed or destroying rocks."

These were the conventional rules; some rocks could serve as defensive forces and might have other uses.

But since the law did not specify this, the outsiders unbeknownst to it couldn’t be faulted. Most importantly, the Undead on the other side didn’t protect themselves, so what could others do?

To the Undead, the vast waterways outside Quisha Island were already passable, so they did not care whether enemies cleared the sea bed or not. In their eyes, these were trivialities.

Yet, this time, the enemy used such massive structures and managed to charge across the sea directly.

The coastal defenses were instantly breached, and the Undead suffered heavy losses, especially the sentient ones.

In the normal Undead, it was not easy for sentient thought to emerge. Other than those self-transformed Witch Demons, ordinary Undead Creatures generally require many years of growth before slowly developing their own thoughts.

The moment the two sea fortresses impacted the coastline, the doors of the fortresses also opened. The prepared Undead Troops charged out immediately.

The first to emerge were the Fishman Ghosts. Using their Possession abilities, they controlled many Undead, particularly Zombies, whose weak Soul power made them easy to influence.

The zombies, now affected, faced the enemy’s formidable Attack Power.

As the enemy’s attacks fell, these zombies would be quickly decapitated, and then the Fishman Ghosts would move on to seek their next target. More and more troops continued to pour out behind them.

The Stone Statue Ghosts and White Bone Vultures spread out in the air to launch a three-dimensional assault.

The Undead of Quisha Island also had aerial forces—a kind of zombie bird in great numbers, ranging from Apprentice Level to Silver Level, they all seemed part of a system.

However, there were no Gold Level forces, making their aerial powers appear quite weak.

"Release them," Fang Hao commanded, and hundreds of Skeleton Flying Dragons flew out. The sound of dragon roars, even from a great distance, instilled fear and trepidation in many.

Then Dragon Breath sprayed out, cleansing the skies at a rapid pace, coordinating with their own troops to swiftly clear the area.

"My God, there are Gold Level aerial troops, so many of them. This is something Quisha Island itself could not achieve."

"Absolutely, the foreigners truly are powerful. But Quisha Island isn’t that simple; their Golden Giant Elephants are not to be trifled with."

Everyone was waiting; this battle would likely not be the usual minor skirmish.

If careless, Quisha Island might really change hands. And in the hearts of many, plans for the following steps were already forming.

The Undead on Quisha Island, occupying such a large island, had always done little to develop it, wasting Resources needlessly. If they hadn’t participated in battles usually, discontent would have arisen long ago.

Even so, some people were eager for change.

And now, foreign Undead had come attacking, in full compliance with procedure.

Moreover, they had already promised many forces that they would soon start large-scale development of Quisha Island. This way, some of the island’s resources could be utilized, which was a great boon.

After all, these things were useless to the Undead so only other races could be strengthened by them.

These people didn’t offer Quisha Island any assistance, and that was the reason why. At this moment, Quisha Island’s master was raging because the expected reinforcements had not come at all.

"These bastards, they want to replace me, right? I’ll show them that on Quisha Island, I am the master."

A massive figure, three to four meters tall, looked at the battlefield in front of him, his face filled with anger.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t reached the Legendary Level yet, or else he would have personally taken the field to teach those people a lesson.

On the coastline, Fang Jie’s subordinates had already firmly grounded themselves; they would not be easily driven back into the sea.