Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 428: The Surrendering Legendary Swordsman

Chapter 428: Chapter 428: The Surrendering Legendary Swordsman

Fang Jie’s full commitment to developing his aerial forces wasn’t in vain—hundreds of thousands of golden-level combat power in the air. If one speaks of golden-level warriors, Fang Jie certainly wouldn’t have fewer than the opposition, it’s just that almost all of his were aerial units.

Yet, it just so happened that the aerial units were stronger, and thus they could achieve greater effects.

That’s why the opposing aerial forces were utterly outmatched right from the start. It didn’t take long before complete aerial dominance was secured, something that even a few legendaries couldn’t change.

Even more troop types were being continuously created and transported afterward.

Later, Fang Jie was even confident that he could manufacture millions or even tens of millions of golden troops given enough resources. But all of this was contingent on whether resources could keep up.

There was also a need for more troop-building structures in his rear.

If there weren’t enough troop structures, then even if resources were plentiful, there wouldn’t be enough time.

And as for their performance on the ground, it was quite lackluster. Those golden troops weren’t adept at coordinating with other kinds of troops. Though their individual combat power wasn’t too shabby, they couldn’t play a significant role on this kind of battlefield.

Their supportive role wasn’t bad, but their direct effectiveness was really lacking.

The result was that when the enemy’s main forces pressed forward, his side was no match at all, giving the impression of crumbling upon contact.

The previously advantaged cavalry unit had just charged in, looking like nothing more than waves crashing against the rocks, failing to make any impact. There was no helping it—who could blame the cavalry when their strength was at most of the silver level?

Silver-level cavalry, in such a battle, indeed couldn’t achieve enough.

"It looks like we’ll have to focus on gold units for our forces in the future. Not to mention others, those top-tier Lords and major powers, their forces must be mostly at the gold level."

Qin Lan nodded lightly, "It’s also possible that they consist of legendary levels."

Qin Lan then smiled, somewhat incredulous, but with longer development periods, it wasn’t impossible.

Even Fang Jie, as long as he could find an appropriate battlefield, steadfastly aiding the development of his forces, might also eventually muster a legendary-level army—though it might take a considerable amount of time.

But his own development time wasn’t enough yet, who knows whether this pace would accelerate in the future.

"Victory is finally established." Over an hour had passed since the battle, and while that might not be a very long time, the ground combat really gave Fang Jie a headache. Thankfully, he had now secured the occupation.

The absolute aerial superiority left the enemy utterly unable to resist.

At this point, numerous aerial forces began launching air raids on the enemy troops on the ground.

It was no simple task to eradicate millions of enemy troops, especially powerful ones. But now things were different—with the Poison Bone Flying Dragons at his disposal, deadly poison swiftly blanketed large swathes of the battlefield.

The golden-level warriors, enveloped by the potent poison, began experiencing problems with their bodies.

However, the battle had only just begun, and they certainly couldn’t retreat; they had to resist on the spot.

But in resisting to the end, Fang Jie was certain not a single one would escape—that’s where his confidence lay. By then, Fang Jie was assured that he could keep every last person on the battlefield.

The battle then entered the so-called garbage time.

There was nothing attractive to watch nor was there anything to command. Despite seemingly fierce tactical engagements on a local level, the overall situation was already determined. Those minor commands could be left to the Undead Hero Units.

Looking at the air and ground, all four legendaries had been contained and had no capacity to escape.

Without their escape, the ground troops certainly stood no chance.

The area was so vast that even spread out, millions upon millions of troops did not seem crowded. Therefore, the reinforcements in the back had no reason to be idle, as all the armies gradually joined into the war.

And with many joining in, they too became stuck on the battlefield.

A day went by, and as Fang Jie was resting, a messenger soldier suddenly ran in.

"Lord, one of the enemy’s legendaries is dead."

Fang Jie was startled, "How is that possible? This isn’t a large-scale encirclement; how could it be so fast?"

Fang Jie went outside to look, and, indeed, one was dead. Now, the remaining three legendaries felt an even greater pressure. He then looked towards the sky—things weren’t looking good for Luo Luo either.

She herself wasn’t much harmed, but the Red Dragon beneath her was scarred all over.

A Red Dragon, no matter how close to legendary strength, was in the end not legendary. After prolonged combat, injuries had severely compromised its ability to fight, bringing both its combat power and endurance to their limits.

Regrettably, surrounded and desperate for escape, the Red Dragon had neither the strength nor the energy.

Just as he was observing, the Red Dragon was suddenly pierced through the neck by a spear. After struggling for a few moments, it fell from the sky.

Luo Luo immediately began to rapidly descend, but the opponent tailing her did not relent in the slightest. At this point, Luo Luo had no time left for sorrow, she could only desperately fend off the attacks.

"Lord, the legendary techniques of this world are incredibly powerful, but their Fighting Spirit recovers slower than ours," a Legendary Skeleton whispered beside him. Fang Jie felt curious upon hearing this.

"It’s true; every place has its strengths, not to mention All Heavens Hunting Ground, capable of Devouring all worlds."

If one were to say that the professions of All Heavens Hunting Ground had no advantages whatsoever, Fang Jie wouldn’t believe it for a second.

At that moment, Qin Lan spoke up, "The Cultivation Methods of other worlds are not entirely useless. After assimilation by All Heavens Hunting Ground, the innate advantages are retained. The secret Spirit of Cultivation of All Heavens Hunting Ground is not completely public either."

The statement was correct; his secret techniques were powerful, but they were gifts from a God.

Without that, just by passing the tests to become high-level professionals, he might not have reached such heights with his Cultivation Methods.

It seemed that collecting these things was a kind of harvest as well.

"Coming to this world, let’s gather some additional knowledge," he thought.

Just then, a voice rose from the front, "I surrender; spare me, and I can help you conquer this continent." Fang Jie was taken aback, then realized it was a Legendary Swordsman in front speaking.

"Kodier, you dare to betray," Luo Luo said, her eyes bloodshot, looking at the traitor. Betrayers are often more hateful than enemies, but she hadn’t expected one to emerge before her eyes.

"I just don’t want to die pointlessly. This nation owes me nothing, and I have reasons I can’t die."