Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 618: Accelerating to a White-Hot Stage

Chapter 618: Chapter 618: Accelerating to a White-Hot Stage

The Minotaur vanguard, with their massive bodies armored from head to hoof, were undoubtedly the most powerful melee troops in this world.

Even the humans had no troop capable of facing them head-on. If not for the formidable power of human magic, they would have long been no match for the orc troops.

Next came a large number of Wild Boar Men. With equally prolific breeding capabilities, their strength was terrifying.

The might of the Wild Boar Men was incomparable to that of the Rabbit-men, weaker than the Minotaurs but not by much.

Armed with heavy weaponry, they could exert formidable strength. Following behind the Minotaurs, they formed the second wave of assault—a classic tactic among the Beastman Clans.

But this time, they met their match because ahead lay the colossal White Bone War Elephants.

These White Bone War Elephants, like small mountains, were unmatched in size even by the orcs. Even if they were of the same level, at most a blow could only create some cracks in them.

A group of White Bone War Elephants could carve a deep trench through their formations with a direct charge.

Moreover, hidden on the White Bone War Elephants were some Skeleton Shooters. With their attacks, they could easily sweep aside obstacles in the way, aiding the War Elephants.

Even a single one was challenging to deal with, let alone a great mass; it was more than they could handle.

The result was that the Beastman’s trump card army looked like waves crashing upon rocks upon their deployment. No, more like waves repulsed by an even greater surge, the carnage on the scene was truly horrific.

In a short time, the white tide was dyed crimson, and the red spread thicker and deeper.

The trump card army was no ordinary force, and its massive slaughter unsettled the Beastman High Level who finally reacted. Thus, the Golden Troops moved into action.

They were the elite of the elites, beyond a regular army.

After all, even within a clan, fielding teams of these Legendary Level experts was extremely extravagant.

But shortly after they entered the fray and achieved some success, the Undead side revealed even more Golden Troop legions, especially the Cavalry, who also wielded magic.

The magic of the Death Attribute combined with their potent Death Battle Aura inflicted a heavy blow on them.

"Damn it, damn it! How much strength have these Undead been hiding? This is not the power of an organization that developed in a year or two—it must be an ancient entity that has existed for countless years."

"Those idiots let such a huge organization go undetected for so long, allowing it to grow to this scale; they all deserve to hang."

"Commander, what should we do next?"

"We can only call upon the Legendary Experts," the Commander said, frustration evident in his voice.

To this extent, without deploying Legendary Experts, the battle was unwinnable. However, with such a massive army on the move, they couldn’t just trail off; such an outcome would be a significant blow to them.

Especially concerning morale, which was crucial for the Beastman.

A battle involving Legendary Experts would normally last months or even longer. They had always been somewhat restrained, whether fighting humans or Elves.

Yet this time, although they had been somewhat rash in seeking quick outcomes, the opposition’s Undead seemed even more ferocious.

It hadn’t even been a day since the war officially began, and they already had to deploy Legendary Experts.

There was no choice; to continue at this pace, they had to do so. Within a short time, the Legendary Experts who were with the military appeared on the battlefield.

The presence of these experts instantly ignited the soldiers’ morale.

Each Legendary Expert could unleash immense Strength, with even the White Bone War Elephants crumbling before them. A light punch was enough to shatter the enemy troops in front of them.

"So the War Elephants, when armed, can exert such tremendous power on the battlefield. I remember there’s a place with many large War Elephants—perhaps we could try nurturing them."

A Legendary warrior thought to himself amidst the battle, which was more of a slaughter to him.

But before he could finish the thought, he suddenly felt a strong force approaching rapidly from ahead. "Has their leader shown up? Let me see them... why is it an Undead?"

He had just looked up when he saw a massive Undead charging toward him.

Flanked by Skull Soldiers, their connected auras suggested some special Skill.

These Skull Soldiers seemed not very strong, but their lethal force was considerable, capable of causing considerable trouble. But there was no time left to ponder; the fight had come.

Simultaneously, fights broke out all over, with Legendary Level Undead appearing elsewhere.

These Legendary Undead frenziedly attacked their enemies on the battlefield.

Along with the ensuing Undead Army, which feared no death, they were soon singing praises again but quickly fell back. The Undead were not necessarily stronger, but they were more numerous.

By the evening of the same day, as they retreated, the Beastmen had already lost five Legendary warriors without any casualties on the Undead side. Fang Jie would not let his Legendary subordinates perish needlessly, sometimes preferring to outnumber rather than risk their safety.

Legendary warriors could not be produced on demand and were not expendable.

Especially in the otherworld, where Legends were nearly irreplaceable, the loss of one was one fewer left.

So even the loss of hundreds or even tens of thousands of Golden Troops was preferable to Fang Jie than sacrificing a single Legendary. Under these treacherous and outnumbered circumstances, the Beastman’s losses were significant.

How could the Beastman Clan accept such a loss? With the news sent back, the Beastman World erupted.

Countless volunteers signed up, eager to join the battlefield to slaughter the Undead, and the local Legends grew restless; they could not sit idly by as their kin were slaughtered, especially those at their level.

Those who perished had families and friends, many of whom were mighty.

Gradually, a large number of formidable Beastmen began to convene, spiraling the situation out of control.

The battle escalated quickly to a fever pitch. By the time the Beastman High Level were aware, the situation had slipped from their grasp. With such a scale of conflict, even the Skull King could not ignore it.