Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 271 Gold-Tier Totem

Chapter 271: Chapter 271 Gold-Tier Totem

The mobility of the Beastmen in this world was still very strong; in just under five days, they had gathered and then faced off against each other across the border.

The border was demarcated only by a small creek.

Although the flow of the creek wasn’t substantial, the creek itself was very long, traversing most of the plain. The position of the stream was right between the two tribes, but it practically had no effect in dividing the territories.

With a roar, the Wolf Riders launched the first attack, compelled by their dire lack of time.

If they couldn’t quickly defeat the Wild Boar Men or inflict significant damage, the Wild Boar Men would certainly not spare them when they became weak.

The Wolf Riders fully utilized their speed advantage, starting their hunt in circles from the periphery.

However, the only ones they could kill were merely the Ratmen on the surface.

The Wild Boar Men adopted a defensive stance, forming a circular formation in the middle, with Ratmen all around.

The Werewolves did the same, using a large number of Ratmen for the attack, but they also continuously interwove their formations, including slower Ratmen from their side within their hunting range.

"I didn’t expect them to start fighting among themselves,"

Fang Jie, utilizing the aerial Death Crows, watched the situation on the ground and was repeatedly surprised. Although he was quite far, the sheer numbers made it possible to understand some of the circumstances there.

At this moment, the Wild Boar Men were at a distinct disadvantage. As the Wolf Riders continued closing the distance, casualties began to occur.

However, since the Wild Boar Men were in a defensive state, combined with the Wolf Riders initially hunting Ratmen, they lost a lot of Physical Strength. They couldn’t hunt effectively when facing the Wild Boar Men.

But as the battle progressed, the number of Ratmen on the Werewolves’ side kept increasing, while the Ratmen on the Wild Boar Men’s side started to crumble.

Even though these were just cannon fodder, their Combat Power in favorable conditions was not weak.

One could imagine that in the end, it would definitely result in the annihilation of the Wild Boar Men.

However, Fang Jie also saw that the Wild Boar Men weren’t just this group; there were two more groups of Wild Boar Men in two other directions. Slightly fewer in numbers, they were overlooked by the Werewolves.

If these were included, the overall strength of the Wild Boar Men could even be higher than that of the Werewolves.

"This is interesting, why don’t I increase the difficulty a bit,"

Thinking this, Fang Jie manipulated his Wind Bone Grass, gathering around these groups gradually. Recently, he had distributed far too much Wind Bone Grass.

These Wind Bone Grasses grew gradually larger, and now could not be easily ignored.

The largest mutated variants could even grow as large as a house and pulling one in could cause serious injuries even to a silver-tier powerhouse.

While Fang Jie was manipulating the Wind Bone Grass, a powerful force suddenly erupted again in the central battlefield.

The force was too conspicuous; even Fang Jie couldn’t ignore it.

"A gold-tier, do they have a gold-tier powerhouse?" Fang Jie frowned. If that were true, he definitely would not be their opponent. Hunting them down wouldn’t be easy.

However, his mission was to annihilate all the Beastmen within this Space to meet the requirements of his Death Messenger position. If he failed to meet the requirements, his Reincarnation Scroll would be wasted.

But then Fang Jie relaxed a bit, "So it’s a Totem, that’s manageable."

Fang Jie eased up as the Werewolves and Wild Boar Men both planted their Totems on the ground, which transformed the Ancestor Spirit from the Totems into formidable Combat Power.

On the Wild Boar Men’s side, a huge boar appeared, with blood-red fur emitting an astonishing Evil Qi.

On the Werewolves’ side, it was a white wolf—such a color was virtually impossible to find in the plains. The mighty wolf was enveloped by swirling winds.

One was very fast, the other highly defensive, both reaching the gold tier.

Moreover, among the gold-tier, neither was weak. Among Fang Jie’s subordinates who were gold-tier powerhouses, the newly created Skeleton Flying Dragons might just be on par with them in terms of Combat Power.

Such strength, if it were him, he definitely couldn’t contend against.

What really reassured Fang Jie were not these, but the fact that both powerhouses were Totems. The power of these Totems came from their tribes, whether through sacrifice or worship.

He himself was like a battery, only replenishable by external sources, unable to recover on his own.

As the tribes gradually weakened, their power would also diminish.

Totems could be destroyed and could also Devour each other; to exist and for their tribe’s survival under such circumstances, they could only desperately fight each other.

At the same time, the powerhouses within the tribes also engaged in deadly combat through the Totems.

Both tribe leaders were desperate to eliminate the other. The giant Wild Boar Man wielded a massive iron club against the sharp greatsword of the Wolf Riders, sparks flying everywhere, both at the Peak among the silvers.

Fang Jie, far away, could barely make out their strength, but this was enough already.

"Although the apocalypse-level difficulty is high, there’s definitely a limit. Since the Totems can reach gold-tier, it likely means they don’t have powerhouses who could reach that level themselves; otherwise, the difficulty would be too high."

Fang Jie analyzed the mission’s difficulty a bit in his heart, glad he didn’t directly engage earlier. Given the strength they showed, directly engaging would certainly not result in victory.

Any tribe, as long as most of their combat forces converged, his sixteen hundred silver-tier Skeleton Generals definitely wouldn’t stand a chance. If they targeted him directly, escaping would be even more difficult.

But now he wasn’t so worried, as they were already embroiled in a life-and-death battle.

"Report, it’s not good, the Wild Boar Men have split into two groups and are attacking our rear," just then, a Wolf Rider suddenly ran in, shouting loudly.

The Werewolf Leader’s eyes reddened, "Damn it, how dare you do such a thing, don’t you have any warrior’s Spirit,"

"This is an interspecies slaughter, besides, weren’t you also trying to ambush us?" the Wild Boar Man Leader laughed loudly. His arrangements were effective; the Werewolves would definitely become their stepping stone.