Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 327: The Undead Army Arrives at the Battlefield

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: The Undead Army Arrives at the Battlefield

"No good, if this keeps up, something is bound to be noticed sooner or later."

Jia Siwei still wore a look of confidence, but urgency had started to gnaw at his heart. During this period of battles, his puppet army had dwindled by more than half, no matter how carefully he calculated their use.

Indeed, the attacking forces were initially small and weak, but as the war escalated, the battles grew more intense. Just yesterday, there were over a hundred silver-level enemies involved in a major battle.

For the Blue Sand Kingdom, Jia Siwei truly was an odious figure.

Although they wouldn’t dispatch a large army specifically to attack him, the occasional troops that passed by always sent a detachment to clear the area. And as the war dragged on, the pressure increased evermore.

Because of Jia Siwei’s presence, his reputation had become completely different from before.

Being able to staunchly defend his own territory, to protect his subjects, Jia Siwei’s reputation had undergone a complete turnaround.

It was as if those commoners had forgotten how they used to slander Jia Siwei; they could only see how secure the subjects over there were and then poured their resentment onto their own lord.

If things hadn’t been bad there as well, some would have already thought about joining Jia Siwei’s territory.

With Jia Siwei’s growing reputation, the people of the Blue Sand Kingdom became increasingly agitated. The civilians started blaming the incompetence of the national army in their hearts, thinking that it would have been over by now.

In such circumstances, Jia Siwei’s pressure could be said to be unprecedented.

But he had no choice; his side did not have any markets or a Material Warehouse, making it impossible to directly purchase puppets. Even communication had to be done covertly using skeleton birds.

Jia Siwei also couldn’t let people know about his relationship with Fang Jie, at least not publicly.

Although most of the people from Earth knew this, they wouldn’t go about spreading the word, at least not Jia Siwei’s subordinates. Therefore, those native subordinates were unaware of the situation.

Only those who reached a certain status were entitled to know these things.

The revulsion towards the Undead was ingrained in many people’s bones; it would take time for them to gradually adapt.

This was something Jia Siwei was still observing from the city wall when suddenly, he spotted a patch of gray-white in the distance, and a look of relief finally spread across his face.

"At last, you are here, I’ve been waiting for you."

Fang Jie’s Skeleton Army appeared on the battlefield, and the moment they arrived, they overwhelmed everything in their path like a torrential flood.

Then, as if they hadn’t seen Jia Siwei’s territory, they rushed straight ahead. The outside explanation was their mission did not include facing Jia Siwei’s territory.

Even if it did, Fang Jie wouldn’t take the job, as the mission assessment was deemed a loss.

Jia Siwei knew he was safe now; these skeleton forces would definitely not attack him. With their protection, he could finally settle down. And at that moment, the great battle entered another phase.

The Skeleton Armies collectively purchased by both sides, numbering fifty million, had just been deployed to the battlefield. It was like pouring water into hot oil, causing an instant boil. The frontline soldiers who had been fighting to death were now left with no choice but to flee.

There was nothing they could do; their own undead would not attack them but neither would they protect them.

The enemy’s undead charging through would not let them go; after killing them, the corpses would be recycled.

In just two days, the soldiers of the two countries that had been on the frontline suffered a loss of thirty percent. Although there were no high-end combat forces involved, the vast numbers caused significant trouble.

Fortunately, people from both sides shifted their attention to the country on the other side, blaming the other country for the troubles.

"Do not hate the Undead, at least not our own Undead. Look, those with black necks are ours; remember not to mistake them."

An Elite Skeleton was explaining this to a group of people, who upon careful inspection, indeed noticed that the necks of these undead creatures were black.

"Why wasn’t this the case before?"

"We didn’t anticipate that the other side would have so many undead as well, so we didn’t mark them before. Now, we’ve just made a mark." Actually, this was done by Fang Jie, aiming to make them recognizable.

At the very least, the lower-class civilians could recognize them and divert their attention elsewhere.

"However, at the silver level, they won’t mark them. You don’t need to worry, you can tell by the undead they lead. Of course, you won’t be able to reach those levels."

It wasn’t out of disdain for them; these commoners really didn’t have the qualifications or the opportunity.

"What about the ones on the other side? Sometimes it might be too far to see clearly, right?"

"No, you can tell. They’ve also made a mark this time. A red triangle on the skull, that’s their mark." This was also prepared by Fang Jie.

Unlike the other undead forces that were simply marked, these came out of production already bearing the mark.

It was a capability automatically granted after reaching the city-level territory status, and Fang Jie was using it for the first time.

Just as soldiers from different forces would wear different badges or styles of Equipment, the Undead were accustomed to etching special symbols on their bodies.

Some symbols may have certain effects, but there are others that are simply identifiers.

On the frontline, a group of people fled back in disarray; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Martha Earl.

"Damn it, how come the enemy’s undead creatures seem to have increased their power by a large margin? It isn’t apparent when watching them fight each other, the casualty rate is the same as before."

"It’s obvious, the undead on both sides have been enhanced, and the degree of increase is about the same," an adviser said solemnly behind her.

"Could it be that the undead on both sides are related, or perhaps they’re all from the same force?"

Upon hearing this speculation, the Martha Earl thought for a moment and shook her head, "Impossible, nobody would do that. It would only waste their own troops and the benefits gained are far too little."

After all, it was the power of the Undead; the benefits they provided often avoided the possibility of allowing the undead to grow and become stronger.

In their view, the approach was counterproductive and unnecessary. The one correct answer was thus easily dismissed.

"Regardless, the enemy’s strength this time is a bit too overwhelming, we must report back as soon as possible, so that the Kingdom can make preparations."

The Kingdom did not have its own territory, or rather no large territories, so they had already fallen behind a lot in combat power.