Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 270: A Natural Disaster Beyond Locusts

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: A Natural Disaster Beyond Locusts

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

If it were not for the fact that time flowed differently here than in the outside world, heaven knows how many things would have been delayed. After growing for half a month, the largest of the wind bone grass had already grown larger than a person, and those with exceptional talents continued to grow.

But most of the wind bone grass had already stopped growing.

Fang Jie was also continuously researching and his understanding of the wind bone grass became increasingly profound.

As the wind bone grass grew larger, the destruction was no longer limited to animals. Wherever the wind bone grass passed, the small insects were also eliminated, becoming completely pulverized in the process.

The grass on the ground was directly caught and sliced by the wind bone grass, leaving only the roots that could continue to exist.

If that were not the case, there would already be no plants surrounding the area. Even so, regions were gradually becoming desertified. If the wind bone grass fell into the water, it could still float on the surface.

When the wind blew, it continued to move. If it encountered fish in the water, they would also be strangled.

Such a disaster was gradually taking shape.

"This thing, it’s even more terrifying than a plague of locusts," Fang Jie, the instigator, was somewhat shocked.

Without a special solution, once such a disaster erupted, it meant destruction. Fang Jie wasn’t sure what methods the main world might have to deal with it, but he was certain that if he used it, someone would surely be able to come up with one.

He had obtained this skill a long time ago, but had always considered it useless.

Now Fang Jie realized that he had greatly underestimated this skill.

However, Fang Jie also discovered that wind bone grass could not exist indefinitely. After incorporating the Undead Revival Energy, they could indeed exist permanently, but this caused a problem with the skill itself.

That was, after the wind bone grass fully matured, it no longer had the ability to repair itself.

During the rolling process, if it was damaged, it had no way to repair itself. Over time, it would still disperse; that was an inherent flaw of the wind bone grass. But the wear and tear took a very long time.

With a little calculation, Fang Jie realized that if not intentionally destroyed, it might take several years for the wind bone grass to auto-destruct, and in that time, who knew how much it could destroy.

In the sky, the Death Crows still occasionally flew out to scout.

Any Beastman who approached would be annihilated by the Skeleton General in no time, preventing them from drawing near.

Fang Jie noticed that the Beastman Tribes nearby were becoming fewer and fewer, although some remained. As the wind bone grass tumbled by from time to time, often en masse, the Beastmen who saw it would promptly flee.

Some Beastmen began to dig holes and hide inside, while others started felling wood to create protective walls to withstand the onslaught of the wind bone grass. As the trees were felled, the ground became even flatter.

The entire Beastman Plain was seeing an increasing intensification of desertification.

The greatest losses were not suffered by the Beastmen but by their livestock. Livestock didn’t have such quick reactions, and they wouldn’t notice anything wrong until they were injured and bleeding; as long as they didn’t feel pain, the livestock wouldn’t realize anything was amiss.

By the time the Beastmen realized something was wrong, many of their livestock were already dead.

"It looks like the Beastmen are about to lose control," Fang Jie mused as he observed a group of Beastmen becoming increasingly agitated, with the Wolf Riders gradually starting to gather. They had no choice; they were nearly out of food. The food of the Beastmen was the livestock they herded.

Fang Jie’s location was within Werewolf territory, so they suffered the greatest losses, whereas the Wild Boar Man’s area was relatively unaffected.

Due to the lack of food, the Werewolves’ sense of crisis escalated. They needed to seize more food to sustain their survival, so their only target was the Wild Boar Man across the way.

In this world, there were only two Beastman Nobles left, and the Ratmen were nothing more than tools.

Without Fang Jie’s instigation, they would have started fighting on their own. However, Fang Jie did nothing, still endlessly creating wind bone grass, letting these blades dance in the wind.

As the numbers grew, they would inevitably cause a fatal disaster to these Beastmen.

Fang Jie remembered seeing how a swath of wind bone grass that rolled by had even severely injured a silver-ranked Beastman. They had bled profusely, and it was only by relying on their Fighting Spirit that they forcibly closed their wounds.

At that time, the Werewolves grouped together to discuss how to deal with this calamity from the heavens.

"These strange grass balls are becoming more numerous, and the damage more terrifying, we must solve this problem."

"We’ve already thought of some solutions: first, to construct underground shelters and develop subterranean spaces, and second, to strengthen our Totem with the power of the Ancestor Spirit for protection, which can effectively curtail the approach of those grass balls."

"I don’t want to live like a ground rat," one Werewolf grumbled discontentedly.

The Werewolf Leader spoke up, "Nobody wishes to, it’s just an idea. But whether it’s one method or another, we need time. Those damned grass balls have already begun to destroy the grasslands and kill the livestock."

"I’ve discovered that this disaster first erupted from our side, while the Wild Boar Men have not been as severely affected. So, they still have sufficient food, and we must seize it from them."

"Right, we can’t be the only ones suffering while they get off unscathed—if that’s the case, won’t they end up stronger than us?"

The aggressive nature of the Beastmen was on full display here; if they did not eliminate their opponent, they would inevitably be exterminated by them in the future. This was the same as when they had wiped out other races.

As they continued to grow and expand, they inevitably had to choose to extend their living space.

The day would come when they would be the only race left, and they would still split into different factions to attack each other.

Meanwhile, the Wild Boar Men were not completely in the dark. Always paying attention to the Werewolves’ movements, they realized that something was amiss right away.

"Those wolf pups seem to be banding together to attack us, because of those grass balls."

"Are those grass balls really that powerful?"

"Damned cur pups, dare to cause trouble, we’ll kill them," a hot-tempered Wild Boar Man exploded in anger, pounding the table.

"Quiet, everyone quiet down, we’re here to discuss matters. Never mind, I’ll say it and you listen. Like every year, gather the troops, but this time we’ll attack on three fronts at once, hit them hard."

"The boss is right, we need to hit them hard; such an opportunity is rare."

The Wild Boar Man Leader nodded; morale was high, and looking at his rowdy and roaring subordinates, he saw bravery. As long as they dared to charge, he would lead them into battle.