Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

However, their physical limitations hinder these feelings from being potent.

The hatred the humans feel is diluted in their hearts.

The deep-rooted bitterness is nothing more than a mere sibling rivalry to them.

“Imperial Tomb? Is this the royal cemetery? Who is buried here?” Fang Hao continued to quiz.

The skeleton hero chose to remain silent once more.

Following this, Fang Hao asked a series of questions.

No amount of threatening or enticing could make the skeleton hero utter anything beyond the first sentence.

Fang Hao lightly coughed.

He stood up, saying, “Good, I am satisfied with your answers. I agree to enlist you in my territory as a hero.”

At this, Li Rong was utterly stunned.

Is this how heroes are recruited?

No wonder Fang Hao has so many heroes by his side.

She had learned something new today.

The skeleton hero also turned to look at Fang Hao.

Its raspy voice echoed once again, “I will not submit to you.”

As soon as it finished speaking, the Soul Fire within the skeleton hero extinguished rapidly.

What remained was a heap of white bones.

Fang Hao looked at the pile of bones on the ground, knitting his brows.

How stubborn!

Unlike the living, the undead can be recreated after death.

In contrast, once the Soul Fire of the undead extinguishes, their bodies can no longer be transformed.

This means Nelson cannot transform the dead undead into undead heroes again.

“Alright, collect his skeleton separately. It might come in handy,” Fang Hao declared.

Even in death, it’s okay.

The skeleton could still be used to create a Deomn Doll.

Meanwhile, Li Rong’s subordinates had started shifting items out.

After a short break, Fang Hao and his team resumed their exploration, advancing to the second floor once the staircase was cleared.

The second floor was another stone chamber.

Though smaller than the first, the decor was much more reminiscent of a miniature city.

The surroundings were full of various stone buildings.

The skeleton hero’s throne was even accompanied by a stone courtyard.

A check of the courtyard revealed that while most items had decayed, the layout was still remarkably complete.

Thereafter, Lorrey kept discovering passages to the next level one after the other.

Each floor had its Bound Spirit Guardians, which were systematically eliminated by Fang Hao using a consistent strategy.

…

By the eighth level, Fang Hao and his team were starting to feel fatigued.

There was no telling how many levels there were in total.

Once each level was cleared, the entrance to the next one would be discovered.

Each level was smaller than the last, with the level they were currently on reduced to an area of just over a hundred square meters.

Similarly, with each level, more and more golden artifacts were found.

“Hurry up! Package the items securely in leather and transport them outside,” said Li Rong enthusiastically, directing her subordinates from the entrance.

All these gold artifacts…

Once shared with Fang Hao, it would be enough for her to buy up all the shops in the commercial street.

With that, she would truly own her own business.

And the most surprising haul was the treasure boxes.

One box per level had brought a smile to her face.

Fang Hao wasn’t very interested in these low-level treasure boxes, but Li Rong was.

She rarely went on explorations and naturally hadn’t seen many treasure boxes.

Now there were eight.

As per their previous agreement of splitting the haul evenly, she would get four boxes.

Although she didn’t contribute much, her crew did all the heavy lifting, plus she, a beautiful woman, had kept her blouse generously low, chatting with him.

She surely deserved at least two, right?

As she thought about this, Fang Hao was already asking from the side: “Lorrey, is there a staircase to the next level?”

The room on the eighth level was not big.

Lorrey was examining the wall not far away closely.

Without answering, he gently knocked on the wall.

Splat!!

The sound of stones grinding against each other rang out.

Accompanied by falling dust from the ceiling, a hole opened up on one side.

There really is another one…

This place was like a matryoshka doll with bottomless rooms, always offering another one to discover.

Inside the stone entrance was no longer an aged, dimly lit stone stairwell.

Instead, there was a narrow, lavishly decorated corridor filled with thick dust.

The corridor, less than 10 meters long, was lined with various gold tools and statues against the wall.

The walls were adorned with colourful frescoes that hadn’t faded much over time.

At the end of the corridor stood two stone doors covered with symbols and designs.

These doors were tightly shut; this should be the final layer.