Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 276: Low-end Version of Undead Catastrophe

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Low-end Version of Undead Catastrophe

"The corpses have almost been used up, and although continuing to wait might eliminate them, it would take too much time."

Fang Jie looked at the zombies he had created with some helplessness. There was no alternative, as the Wind Bone Grass was simply too pervasive, so much so that even Fang Jie himself couldn’t control it.

At most, the Wind Bone Grass would instinctively avoid his own body and nothing more.

But the undead he had created would still be swept up by the Wind Bone Grass and would be attacked just the same.

Silver-level Skeleton Generals were immune to this attack and would have no problem at all. Bronze-level zombies could also barely resist the attack, but it was different for the Black Iron and Apprentice levels.

Black Iron-level zombies had visible scars all over their bodies—though small, they were numerous.

The whole appearance was as if they had been haphazardly sanded down, uneven and rough.

It was even worse for those at the Apprentice level; although Fang Jie protected them in the middle of the group, they looked ragged at a glance. Given the defensive power of zombies, one could imagine the state of ordinary people in this world.

If they continued to wait, the Apprentice-level zombies would be ruined, and those ratmen hiding in the burrows might not last much longer, taking too long was not what Fang Jie wanted.

So, it was time to start. Fang Jie waved his hand, and the massive legion began to move. A group of several tens of thousands of zombies, under the command of the Skeleton Generals, started moving in one direction.

So many undead in this world could indeed be described as a catastrophe.

Yes, an Undead Catastrophe, albeit a low-grade version.

"Maybe one day, I really might be able to trigger a genuine Undead Catastrophe," Fang Jie thought, but then shook his head. Doing so in All Heavens Hunting Ground was akin to seeking death.

It was only in such a special space that he could truly unleash his abilities.

"But better safe than sorry, since I am a Death Messenger, I should have a talent for those spells that can cause massive death, right?"

While Fang Jie let his thoughts wander, he followed the group. Of course, Fang Jie didn’t walk; he was carried by Skeleton Generals. Most of Fang Jie’s energy was still focused on researching spells.

The group continued to advance, entering any burrows they saw.

Some were already empty, but some still had people in them. These people were killed one by one and dragged out, eventually becoming material for corpses. These corpses were carried by the group as they moved forward.

When day came, they would stop, and Fang Jie would perform Undead Recovery on these corpses, turning them into new zombies.

Thus, Jiang Hen shifted his schedule; he rested during the day and came out at night. The undead’s power would increase somewhat at night, and even the injuries on the zombies would heal somewhat due to the night.

But due to the constant sweeping of Wind Bone Grass, these wounds were never completely healable.

As the slaughter continued, some low-level zombies began to level up.

"After all, it is a Bronze-level spell, creating undead with the potential to level up, but they can only reach up to Bronze-level, and not all zombies have this potential."

After several days of research, Fang Jie gradually figured out this issue.

Several days later, Fang Jie finally arrived in the very center of the Werewolf Clan. From afar, Fang Jie looked at the wolfman’s stockade. That’s right, this place was dominated by stockades rather than burrows.

Those most powerful tribes had erected stockades early on, which were not easy to deal with.

The stockades encountered along the way proved this, with each attack resulting in substantial losses of troops. Thankfully, Fang Jie used the summoned Skeleton Generals at the forefront, ensuring the minimized loss of high-level troops.

But this one in front of him seemed to require his full effort.

Fang Jie waved his hand, and 490 Skeleton Generals came forward.

With his own 49 points of spiritual power and the enhancement from his Lord status, he could summon a total of 490 Skeleton Generals. Then, Fang Jie released an Undead Splitting spell on these generals.

In an instant, the 490 Skeleton Generals became 4320, not much less in number than those he had brought with him.

"Charge over, and annihilate this stockade," Fang Jie thought as a pang of pain crossed his mind, slowly dissolving. After all, he was directly controlling them, and his spirit had limits.

Suddenly increasing by eight times, it was impossible to say it had no effects.

The most critical issue was that he couldn’t fully control these split generals; he could only issue basic commands.

Moreover, these Skeleton Generals could only exist for about half an hour before they completely dissipated. To use this splitting tactic again, he would need to summon new Skeleton Generals.

Skeleton Generals that had been used once, even if retained, couldn’t be split again.

Preparing a total of 490 Skeleton Generals would take Fang Jie several days.

This skill usage in itself required some corporeal preparation. Though summoning Bronze-level zombies through Undead Recovery consumed less, this Death Energy was still necessary.

A massive number of Bronze-level Skeleton Generals charged at the forefront, followed by a large number of zombies.

Their actions immediately caught the attention of the werewolves in the stockade.

"Damn, what are these things, how can there be so many moving skeletons, everyone on alert, prepare for battle," the newly inaugurated chief of the werewolves said, his face tense.

How difficult it was to be a leader during such times, as calamity after calamity never ceased.

In recent days, they had even lost contact with other tribes. At this rate, he didn’t know if the werewolf race could continue to exist.

But as the leader, he had to persevere and couldn’t show any sign of despair.

At the Totem Pole, many were nervously paying homage, trying to replenish as much of the Totem’s strength as possible. Anyone with clear eyes could see that this battle was not going to be easy.

But no matter how much they prayed, the battle still erupted.

At that moment in the werewolf’s tribe, there were barely any tools for defending the city left, considering originally all their efforts were directed towards gathering food.

Only when the skeletons reached the edge of the stockade did the battle fully erupt. Across the walls, skeletons, ratmen, and werewolves attacked each other. The skeletons tried to climb up, while the werewolves fought to block them.

The wooden city walls turned into a heated battlefield instantly.