Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 605: The Team Used as Sacrifice

Chapter 605: Chapter 605: The Team Used as Sacrifice

After resting for the night, early the next morning, Fang Jie saw a large crowd gathering at the city gate.

This vast group of people numbered at least a thousand. Seen from a distance, it was a great, swarming mass.

"It really is spectacular, so many participants this time. Traveling to the south from here takes at least a month. If each group prepares their own food, it might not be enough; they must have prepared on their own," Fang Jie thought to himself as he walked forward to hand over his proof to the officials.

Upon seeing it, the official nodded and registered Fang Jie.

Afterward, Fang Jie waited here, since some people had not yet arrived.

Looking towards the middle of the carriage, a boy and a girl were looking out. The boy appeared impatient, while the girl was quite curious. Fang Jie also sensed that there was an old man in the carriage behind.

An old man who seemed to be on the brink of death at any moment.

However, this elderly man possessed a special strength that somehow sustained his life, ensuring his survival. This power gave Fang Jie a sense of death—it must be the work of an Undead Mage.

In fact, Undead Mages were not only adept at killing; they were also very skilled at saving lives.

It was just different from other professions and achieving different effects.

"Alright, let’s move." Following a command, everyone started to move forward. Fang Jie saw that the group had now grown to over two thousand people. For Fang Jie, such numbers meant little.

He himself had led groups not just of two thousand but up to twenty million people.

But this time his perspective was different; it was his first experience with an adventure group like this. Otherwise, Fang Jie would not just be wasting his time here. Of course, it could not be considered a complete waste.

Part of Fang Jie’s thought process was focused, continuously refining his spells.

It would be good to increase his strength before reaching their destination.

Facing the strongest who could reach the Demigod Level, Fang Jie felt it prudent to enhance his strength even further. Unavoidably, because he couldn’t carry with him subordinates at the Demigod Level.

Probably he would have to reach the Demigod Level himself to manage that.

On the road, everyone ate their meals without disturbing each other, sticking to their own food.

Usually, they hardly spoke to people outside of their own group. Despite cooperating, they maintained vigilance—this was the essence of a true adventure group, never missing any potential dangers.

Even the food brought by the lord’s party was mostly just politely accepted or declined by most, but in reality, they never touched it, remaining wary of the lord’s people as well.

This mission was so prolonged, who knew what problems they would encounter.

Fang Jie had no issues and ate alone in a corner, consuming the food he had brought along.

It seemed unremarkable, but Fang Jie would not mistreat himself. These inconspicuous items were actually very tasty, although you wouldn’t know by just looking at them.

"How boring, we still have to travel like this for over a month."

The girl’s voice came softly initially excited, but wilted after just half a day, which was normal.

The boy beside her indifferently said, "We are already very close to the Southern regions. For those from the North, passing through these areas would take three months to reach."

"But why do we have to travel so far? I heard it wasn’t like this before."

"Indeed, it wasn’t necessary before, but our family is currently facing a significant crisis. That’s why the two of us have to follow grandpa to the south and seek refuge with our ancestors."

"Alas, there were things I didn’t discuss with you before, so you don’t know, but remember, this trip is about seeking refuge. Things there are different from normal human habits, but you must not show it."

"I know, I know, maybe we’ll even have to compete for a spot among those things when we’re older."

Fang Jie raised an eyebrow. Becoming "those things" must mean transforming into Undead Creatures.

"What do you mean by ’those things’? That quota is hard to get."

"Hmph, I don’t want to become one of those things, and it’s dangerous there too, I heard they are always fighting."

The boy glanced at her but did not speak. In their youth, of course, most wouldn’t want to turn into the undead. But when old and out of options, facing the choice between life and death, most would choose this path.

The family records bore witness to too many such instances; current resilience was merely momentary.

However, indeed it was challenging to obtain a quota. Without a quota, even if one wanted to choose, it wasn’t possible. And to transform into undead by one’s own cultivation was exceedingly difficult and not encouraged.

Humans and Beastmen alike, every year many chose to continue their lives as undead.

But they also remained cautious of the undead; as races, they did not wish to see the undead grow stronger. Even if one day they would become undead themselves, they would not allow them to grow strong while they were still human.

"Why do you think we brought so many people when there’s clearly no danger on the road?"

"The Sub-humans in the south are no match and wouldn’t dare try anything; knowing what we’re here to do, those capable of stopping us wouldn’t act either."

"Right, but this time it’s different because two more people are seeking refuge."

Before the girl could ask, the boy spoke, "Sara, remember, no matter what you want, there’s a price to pay. Sheltering the two of us comes at the cost of needing a group of warriors as materials."

"Materials? What do you mean? Are these people the warriors?" Sara’s face showed some horror.

"Yes, they are the materials, and also the sacrifices that might save our lives. We want to survive, so they must be sacrificed. The world is cruel, and I’m sorry you have to get used to these things so young."

The girl still looked horrified, unable to believe their journey was for this.

These people protecting them were all being sent to their deaths by their own hands.

"If they don’t die, we die. Would you prefer us to die instead? Moreover, if we die, our family back home will be in even worse straits. Do you want to see that?"

After a long while, Sara finally relented, looking listless.

She knew she could not change these circumstances. Speaking out might lead to even more severe consequences. As for saving these uninvolved people, what right did she have to save them?