Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 607: The Strong Among the Zombie Hordes

Chapter 607: Chapter 607: The Strong Among the Zombie Hordes

The undead began to close in, and the mercenaries started to descend into chaos. Since they were not a team to begin with, they now began to gather in small squads.

However, there were still some who never really followed orders, and now they began to lose their minds in the commotion.

Some charged out, fighting the undead head-on, while others turned their attacks on the guards in the rear, hoping to drag someone down with them in their dying moments. Unfortunately, the well-trained and fully equipped guards were not an easy match for them.

After a few people died, the rest were deterred from charging forward.

Each fighting for themselves, they scattered, a rabble coming together in disarray.

It didn’t take long before screams pierced the air from the front where those who had tried to flee had met their demise at the hands of the undead. There were even more powerful undead lurking in the rear.

At that moment, the bodies of the fallen were hastily dragged aside, and specialized undead began to process them.

They collected blood and started etching special arrays on the ground, then threw the processed corpses inside. Judging by the array’s effects, it seemed these people would become new undead within the day.

And these kinds of undead would be slightly stronger than those naturally occurring.

But compared to Fang Jie’s spells, they were far inferior. Such crude methods were beneath Fang Jie’s notice. No wonder the undead of this world had not progressed over the many years.

They had become a declining clan under the thumb of other races, a disgrace to the Undead Camp indeed.

In other worlds, the undead either dominated other races or were suppressed by them. Out of all the places he had passed, he had never seen such an underwhelming display.

As he was pondering, zombies began to approach Fang Jie.

Fang Jie hadn’t made a move yet, appearing as if he had been scared witless. But the undead wouldn’t be courteous and simply came over, seeking to drag Fang Jie away. Those who were transformed alive often turned out to be stronger.

The others showed no intention of warning him, after all, they were all part of a team.

In reality, if they could actually organize themselves, they wouldn’t have lost so many people so quickly.

"Disgusting creatures, stay away from me," Fang Jie showed a look of disgust, and suddenly, bone spurs erupted from the ground beneath his feet, skewering the zombies approaching him.

The injuries, which should not have been significant to the zombies, surprisingly caused them to die mysteriously.

In a flash, a larger number of zombies bundled with skeletons surrounded Fang Jie. And those mercenaries, they actually scattered immediately, truly mindless.

Fang Jie didn’t care. The bone spurs around him bloomed like flowers, piercing through all the undead on the ground centering from himself. Some skeletons were clearly impaled right through their bones.

But the strength carried by the bone spurs was capable of directly obliterating the undead.

Fang Jie himself belonged to the Undead Camp, and his power was particularly effective against the undead. Merely a trivial wound actually contained enough power to kill those undead.

Even those at the silver level had died in substantial numbers.

Behind them, some undead of the gold level rushed over after noticing the commotion. But even against Fang Jie, they were dispatched in an instant, with only the number slain varying.

"Who is this person, and why is he so powerful?"

"He’s using White Bone Magic, an Undead Mage. Dammit, he’s in league with those undead."

There was indeed an Undead Mage profession in this world, but usually, everyone was out to kill them upon discovery. However, the nobles knew it was not so simple.

In fact, those among the nobles practiced Undead Magic the most.

Those who were persecuted were either political enemies or Undead Mages who had offended someone.

One could achieve transformation through the high-level practice of Undead Magic. Such a transformation was most perfect, so it was a popular profession among the nobles—only it could not be revealed.

Just like the Beastmen had Death Priests, it was a similar profession in essence.

"Such formidable power, able to slaughter gold-level undead at will. If it wasn’t for the strong ones coming to rescue us this time, we probably wouldn’t have a chance of survival."

After all, they had arrived together, but his true intention was to doom all of them.

In this place where only strength mattered, no one would demand justice for their deaths.

Two youths turned around and saw an elder trembling as he walked down. The elder’s complexion had turned livid, and he emanated an aura akin to a corpse, a sign that he was suspending life with Death Energy.

If it hadn’t been for Death Energy sustaining his life, the elder would have died over a month ago.

"Second Grandpa, why have you come down?" The youths stepped forward, gently supporting him.

"We’re here now; success depends on this one try. That Undead Mage is very strong; if we can subjugate him, it would be greatly beneficial for our development in the Great Swamp."

They had witnessed Fang Jie’s strength, and the elder was covetously intrigued.

Such a person, once turned into an undead under his command, would make many matters much easier to handle.

At that moment, the undead had already pulled back. In the distance, a figure was slowly approaching. At first glance, he looked like a normal human, except that his skin was somewhat yellowed, nothing more.

Fang Jie knew this was a zombie, and not just any zombie, but one at the Legendary Level.

"It’s quite lavish to employ a Legendary being just to collect an elder."

"Well, it is, but the elder here happens to be my descendant. Boy, submit to me, and I’ll secure you a fitting position." The elderly figure had also taken an interest in the mage, so he bowed his head instantly.

While he seemed the oldest, he was far from matching these ancestors.

The undead here, if traced back, had lived for thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years. Were it not for their slow cultivation rates, none in this world could stand against them given their age.

"Is that so? Well, we’ll see if you have the strength to back that up."

"Boy, you’re impressive to have elevated your practice of Undead Magic to this level, which is quite rare. But humans will be humans; using Undead Magic can never compare to the true Undead Clan."

The zombie snorted coldly, emitting waves of poisonous gas from his body. This gas carried a potent corrosive quality, highly effective even against other undead, let alone ordinary living beings.