Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1156: Chapter 757, Attack on the Sea Tribe

He wondered if his conjecture was correct.

A mere few people couldn’t be called an empire, right?

There had to be quite a number of people, at the very least.

Of course, this ‘Empire of Gods’ was just something archaeologists talked about—whether there were mistakes in their interpretation was hard to say.

Beyond that were some scholars’ speculations.

Some said that all current living creatures on the continent used to be slaves of the giants.

Others believed that based on some of the murals left behind, the giants looked very similar to the living creatures they saw.

They were just evolved giants.

In any case, there were all sorts of theories, but they were all based on conjectures from the traces of ruins; nobody had any substantive evidence.

But what was clear was that giants had truly existed on this land.

An era that was even more ancient.

Ancient to the point it had become a legend.

He finished reading the few pages, closed them, and set them aside.

After reading, he had no more clarity than before; if anything, he was more confused.

This matter of the ‘divine’ had little to do with them.

As transmigrators, they still had to focus more on their own safety, having enough to eat, staying warm.

The gods were just too far away.

…

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The sound of the wind roared over the sea, and the spray of the waves rose high, splashing onto the deck.

Looking southeastward, he could barely make out the outline of an island.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound of iron chains grinding resonated.

Below in the cabin, a transmigrator bound with chains was pushed onto the deck by the Undead.

The man, about thirty years old, was damp and his complexion ghostly pale.

He looked as though he was on the brink of death.

Seeing Fang Hao, who was surrounded on deck by a group of heroes, he respectfully bowed, “I am ‘Sōsuke Semita’. May I have the honor of addressing Mr. Fang Hao?”

Fang Hao was taken aback; he hadn’t expected this unlucky soul they had caught en route to know him.

“You say I’m Fang Hao? Do I really look that much like him?” Fang Hao asked curiously after sizing him up.

The man appeared quite ordinary.

“I don’t know what Mr. Fang Hao looks like. The Sea Tribe handed me over because they thought these Undead were Fang Hao’s forces,” the man continued.

He wasn’t just some unlucky guy who’d been captured, but sent by the Sea Tribe?

“Why would the Sea Tribe send you here?”

The man sighed and said, “Those from the Sea Tribe, not sure who told them this was Fang Hao’s force, asked me to convey a message, hoping that both sides could negotiate for peace and not continue the fighting.”

Fang Hao nodded, finding it a bit amusing.

They had sent over a negotiator.

“The Sea Tribe must think quite highly of you,” Fang Hao remarked.

“No, I committed a crime on the island; this was their condition for not killing me.”

“Weren’t you afraid that you wouldn’t even make it this close without being killed?”

“Afraid, yes. I planned to jump into the sea and escape on the way here, but the Sea Tribe was propelling the ship from below, and I never had the chance,” the man explained.

Listening to the man’s words, he seemed honest, saying whatever was on his mind.

He even disclosed his failed escape attempt.

“What’s the name of this island?” Fang Hao’s gaze returned to the island.

“Crooked Tooth Island!”

“How many are in its garrison, and what’s the name and rank of the Island Master who’s defending it?” Fang Hao proceeded to ask.

The man thought for a moment, then said, “There are a great number of people on the island right now, including the supporting Sea Tribe and transmigrators called in to assist in the defense. The Island Master is a purple hero named ‘Rodney’, but I don’t know what he looks like. I’ve only heard of him from others.”

Clearly, there was no such thing as a suicide squad among transmigrators.

Fang Hao asked, and the other man just answered.

Even though the intelligence was rather vague, he obviously had no intention of hiding anything.

He was sent by the Sea Tribe to a likely death; he wished nothing more than to divulge as much information as possible, to avenge himself.

“Have someone take him away. If he makes any sort of move, execute him on the spot.”

“Yes,” the Bound Spirit Guardians nodded and took the man back down.

Yet clearly, the man seemed relieved and thanked them profusely as he was led away.

“My lord, we are approaching the island,” a warrior shouted loudly.

Fang Hao nodded and pulled an old lantern from his storage space, gently blowing on it.

A crimson flame suddenly burst into light.

“Alright, prepare for battle,” Fang Hao shouted.

“Yes!”

…

At Crooked Tooth Island’s harbor.

Dusk was falling, night was about to begin.

But the towering city walls were still lined with the garrison, made up of both Sea Tribe and human soldiers.

The Sea Tribe’s Military Governor patrolled along the walls, constantly reprimanding some of the more lax warriors.

However, this reprimand didn’t have much of an effect.

Pessimistic whispers started cropping up from everywhere.

“Why do those Undead want to attack this island of all places? There are so many islands in the archipelago; why are we so unlucky?”

“Stop, stop talking, just rest up a bit. Those Undead are definitely going to attack today.”

“Damn it, I’m never included when it’s time to enjoy the spoils, but I get thrown to the front line when it’s time for battle.”

These murmurs initially started among the transmigrators, but they rapidly spread across the entire length of the wall.

Everyone was discussing in low voices.

The Sea Tribe was forced to defend from atop the city walls.

They couldn’t even defeat the enemy at sea; once they set foot on land, who would believe they could defend this city?

No one did.

Neither the Sea Tribe nor the transmigrators believed it.

They were just waiting to see if there was a chance to slip away.

On the wall, the Sea Tribe’s defending commander Rodney gazed into the distance at the Undead giant ship.

Legend had it he was a child raised by sharks from the ocean and had become a purple hero at a young age.

Standing on the towering wall now, he observed the giant ships offshore.

The transmigrator sent out to negotiate hadn’t returned.

Rodney could guess, it seemed inevitable that a great battle was upon them.

“Notify everyone that we’ll reinforce the watch tonight to prevent a nocturnal assault by the enemy, and then cycle in breaks come dawn,” Rodney announced loudly.

The enemy came with overwhelming force; unlikely they’d wait much longer.

The most likely scenario was that they’d attack tonight.

A trusted aide went down to relay the order, and another came up, “Lord, some transmigrators are trying to flee. What should we do?”

Rodney frowned, considered ordering execution for desertion, but then worried that pushing the transmigrators too hard might drive them to mutiny.

After a moment deliberation, he said, “Lock them up for now.”

“Yes!”

Time continued to slip by.

The sky grew progressively darker.

In the distance, the sea had already plunged into darkness, and the enormous ship also disappeared into the night.

The guards on the city walls began to feel sleepy.

One by one, they leaned against the corners of the walls and closed their eyes to rest.

At that moment, the fully fed Sea Tribe Military Governor came out and saw everyone with their eyes closed.

He immediately roared, “Get up, you lazy humans! To think you dare to sleep while on guard duty—if I catch you again…”

But his curse was cut short, abruptly stopping.

A series of piercing whooshes entered his ears, as if something was rapidly approaching in the dark of night.

A bad premonition arose in everyone’s hearts.

“Illumination flares!” someone shouted from afar.

On the lookout tower, flare after flare shot out with ear-piercing whistles, illuminating the sky.

However, when everyone saw the situation clearly, they only felt a chill down their spines and their bodies trembling.

In the lit-up night sky,

Countless Dragon-Type Troops were closing in.

Their speed was extreme, and they were about to reach the airspace above the harbor.

Dang dang dang!

The alarm bells suddenly rang out, resounding through the entire city.

The deafening bell sounds alerted the city’s leaders and also woke up the dazed people on the city walls.

Looking up at the sky, their hearts still carried panic and fear.

Dragons.

Silver-white giants.

All the people on the city walls swallowed in unison, and the hands gripping their weapons began to shake uncontrollably.

The Dragon Clan had arrived with Bone Dragons.

Even though they dared to face the Undead,

Facing the Dragons, they felt even less confident.

The strongest race recognized on the continent, one that no one dared to provoke, nor had the capability of provoking— the Dragon Clan.

A sense of despair rapidly spread among the troops.

“Anti-air ballistae, aim! All archers, prepare! Don’t just stand there dumbstruck.”

The Sea Tribe commander, Rodney, quickly climbed onto the city wall and shouted loudly.

The runners dispersed, hoarsely shouting orders.

But, it was too dark, and the Dragons were moving too fast.

The illumination flares quickly extinguished in midair, and as the darkness enveloped them once more, the silhouettes of the Dragons vanished from sight.

The second round of illumination flares shot up into the sky.

The Dragon’s bodies were now alarmingly close.

“Attack, attack now!”

Bang bang bang—Whoosh whoosh—Pop pop!

The sounds of ballistae and bowstrings, arrows being fired, and the impacts on the Dragons’ bodies.

Echoed throughout the region.

Roar!!

Silver-white, red, and black breaths fell from the sky like pillars of light.

Sweeping across the city swiftly.

All those in their path perished in painful screams as they disappeared within the columns of Dragon Breath.

In that instant, the guard forces on the city walls plunged into chaos.

“Blast it, who said we would be your cannon fodder, damn Sea Tribe.”

“Break out! Staying here is certain death.”

“If you don’t want to be cannon fodder, escape with me. We’ll break out through the south gate.”

The Dragons and hordes of Bone Dragons brought terrifying might.

The Sea Tribe might still listen to the commands of their leader, attempting to organize a defense.

But the transmigrators were already panicking.

I can help you defend the city wall, treating it as a defense mission, or even farm favorability with the City Lord.

But to stay here and die with you is an absolute impossibility.

Seeing the chaos among the Sea Tribe themselves, the transmigrators began to force their way down from the city wall.

“Stop them! Whoever dares to leave with their troops, execute them on the spot!” Rodney climbed onto the city wall and shouted loudly.

Immediately, the Sea Tribe went to block them.

But at that moment, the transmigrators only thought staying meant death.

As soon as both sides clashed, they immediately began fighting.

In the sky, hordes of Bone Dragons circled incessantly.

And within the city, the brawl became indomitable.

Crash!

Outside the city walls, once more, an ear-grating scraping noise could be heard.

“The Undead have begun their siege.”

Rodney immediately looked down.

And his pupils shrank sharply.

Below the city walls, swarms of Undead warriors were walking onto the shore from the coast.

Not swimming, but marching neatly, having walked up from the seabed.

After reaching the shore, the Skeletons began to charge.

Arriving at the base of the walls, they climbed up the city walls.

“Damn it!” Rodney cursed.

The Dragons and Bone Dragons hovered overhead; with each circle they flew, they blasted breaths of flame onto the crowded areas below.

The attacks left the Sea Tribe soldiers with no ability to gather together and form an effective defense.

They had no choice but to dodge the flames while following orders.

Meanwhile, the transmigrators fiercely retaliated.

If they couldn’t hit the Dragons, then they fought the Sea Tribe obstructing them, clashing with them.

The scene was total chaos.

“Let those transmigrators go. Everyone climb onto the city walls, reorganize the defense…” Rodney was giving orders.

Suddenly, a Crimson Flame Spear shot up from below with ferocious speed.

What is that?

Rodney instinctively dodged his head, and the Flame Spear passed by his shoulder, bringing with it a burning sensation.

“Reorganize the def…” Rodney started to speak again.

He saw his trusted aides beside him looking towards his rear with horrified faces.

A tightness gripped his heart, and he immediately dodged to the side.

But it was too late.

Thud!

Under the gaze of all the Sea Tribe,

A war hammer smashed down onto Rodney’s temple with domineering force.

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering was exceptionally clear.

Under the force of gravity, Rodney’s neck twisted and deformed to the side; then his body flew out.

With a bang, he crashed into a Stone Tower, shattering the wall like a cannonball, and dust filled the air.

All the Sea Tribe and transmigrators were dumbfounded.

Their eyes widened, and faces were full of disbelief.

How did this black-armored warrior appear?

And the purple, eighth-order Island Master… was just… gone?

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