Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 269: The Calamity of Wind Bone Grass

Chapter 269: Chapter 269: The Calamity of Wind Bone Grass

"Don’t wait anymore, just kill them to avoid exposure," Fang Jie ordered, and the Skeleton Generals beside him quickly charged out. The Beastmen noticed the approaching enemy and started yelling, trying to fight back. They had never seen such creatures as the Undead before.

Many Beastmen were utterly astonished, not knowing what these creatures were.

Perhaps their ancestors had seen them, but for their generation, the Undead were just a myth.

As the battle was about to break out, a Beastman thrust a totem into the ground, and in an instant, the Strength of all the Beastmen present was greatly enhanced. However, even with this enhancement, they were no match for the powerful beings they faced.

The Wolf Riders had just started to charge when they realized they were already surrounded.

Yes, this was the territory of the Werewolves, and the strongest troops here were the Wolf Riders. But under the onslaught of sixteen hundred Bronze-level powerhouses, they were all wiped out within minutes.

"There are even some underground; these Ratmen’s burrowing abilities are naturally strong,"

Fang Jie saw some Ratmen leading Werewolves into burrows, and the Skeleton Generals chased after them to continue the slaughter.

Fortunately for the Werewolves, who were larger in size, the burrows were also bigger. Otherwise, his Skeleton Generals, sizable as they were, would not have been able to enter.

Moments later, all the Beastmen were eliminated, their Corpses piled in front of Fang Jie.

"Alright, let’s start here. It’s all plains around here, not easy to hide, and it would be problematic if someone discovers us."

Fang Jie waved his hand, signaling the Skeletons to start digging around, considering it had been a battlefield previously. However, he soon realized it was much easier to develop the area than he thought.

The Beastmen of old didn’t bother burying the people they killed.

The Corpses were simply tossed aside, and now even the Beastmen themselves didn’t know of them. Thus, the Skeletons found only piles of shattered bones nearby, none of them whole.

So shattered, it made one wonder how many years had passed. It was surprising that the Beastmen could still camp and live here.

"The lingering Souls are only memory fragments, completely useless,"

Fang Jie probed the vengeful spirits in the vicinity, but found only memory fragments, which were of no use.

"If it was a Simple Level, perhaps stimulating these lingering vengeful spirits would turn them into a troop type. But unfortunately, in a higher difficulty scenario, these aides fade away."

Fang Jie had been prepared and didn’t plan to use these remnants as his aid.

If it were so easy to get through the world’s scenarios like this, it wouldn’t be called a disaster level. Anyone finding a method could then easily navigate through highly difficult explorations.

That’s clearly impossible; this is the real world, not a game meant to entertain.

Watching the pile of Corpse Bones, Fang Jie took out a scroll and learned the Wind Bone Grass Skill. He then began casting the Skill on the pile of bones in front of him.

A great amount of Magic Power converged, and the dense Death Power turned into a visible black aura that gathered around the bones, which rapidly began to melt down, and the flesh did the same. Eventually, tiny objects the size of fingertips appeared.

They seemed like weirdly hollow-carved sculptures, and up close, they appeared to be grass curled up into a ball. Fang Jie could feel a connection between himself and these objects.

But, since the thought processes of Wind Bone Grass were so weak, Fang Jie could only roughly control them or choose not to control them at all.

And Wind Bone Grass could only control its own movement trajectory to avoid touching Fang Jie or avoid harming him.

If it touched any other creatures, the sharp surface of Wind Bone Grass could easily leave a mark on the creature’s body. A special force from the mark would slowly spread and form a gash.

Blood would incessantly flow from it, hardening to heal, which was the nature of Wind Bone Grass.

It might not seem large right now, but in fact, just like plants, it could grow autonomically. Just a few hours out, and it could grow bigger, reaching the size of a person in a few days.

Particularly light by nature, a slight breeze was enough for it to move chaotically around.

"Lucky, it can be used together with my Undead Revival Ability," Fang Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn’t expected the Wind Bone Grass he created to have a limited duration; normally, it could last only a week. But with his Undead Revival Ability modifying it, the duration could become unlimited.

Unless it was destroyed, it could exist indefinitely.

In the main world, releasing this thing would definitely attract the attention of the powerful individuals and various troop legions, creating trouble for him.

But in this world, Fang Jie believed no one would have the chance to confront him.

Once the Wind Bone Grass reached a significant scale, even numerous Beastmen would merely be at his mercy to slaughter.

"Very well, we start from here," Fang Jie released the Wind Bone Grass and then waited for his Magic Power to recover. Once mostly replenished, he would cast again.

Next, Fang Jie pulled out a book, not an item, but a record book of knowledge about Undead Magic.

Fang Jie studied while intermittently casting the Wind Bone Grass Spell.

When hungry, he would eat right here. He had brought along a vast amount of food and water, nearly stuffing his Profession space full. Ever since he obtained that Reincarnation Scroll, he had been preparing all this.

Now it came all in handy. With so many Skeleton Generals for protection, Fang Jie just needed to focus on his task.

The Corpses and Death Power here were enough for him to summon for a long time.

While Fang Jie summoned here, the Beastmen on the other side encountered some trouble. One day, a Little Wild Boar Man saw a fist-sized white sphere rolling on the ground.

Curious, the Wild Boar Man approached to see what it was.

But the sphere was very agile, moving past him quickly, leaving the Wild Boar Man to continue chasing.

However, what he didn’t notice was a gradual appearance of a blood mark on his arm, where blood began flowing. It was so painless that the Little Wild Boar Man did not feel it at all.

He ran until he felt dizzy, then collapsed on the ground.

By the time he was found, the Little Wild Boar Man had lost too much blood to be saved. And that day, he was not the only Wild Boar Man in the tribe to suffer inexplicable injuries; the situation with similar cases was increasing over time, especially among the Ratmen.