Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1240 - 832 Oath High Priest

The longsword in its hand created dazzling flourishes, striking at the surrounding enemies.

The combat power it unleashed was enough to make anyone wary.

But here in the temple, when people had belief and faith, they often possessed a determined will.

Behind them, the ritual had reached a critical juncture and did not allow for any errors.

The black-robed followers at the back screamed in hoarse and piercing voices, continuously commanding the Skeleton soldiers to counterattack.

The staggering Exorcist Hulks that had been hit wobbled up from the ground and raised their heavy shields to face the enemy.

Fang Hao stood at the rear, observing the changes on the battlefield.

The battle seemed intense, but compared to the past siege of millions of Skeleton soldiers, this was far less challenging.

However, the Exorcist Hulks, with their strange designs, were performing surprisingly well.

Especially with one hand holding a shield and the other three hands executing ambushes, he felt they were powerful and very useful.

They belonged to a well-balanced type of unit.

Whether on the battlefield or in one-on-one combat, they could display stable combat power.

“Anjia, Beata, you both go help too. Quickly eliminate these enemies,” Fang Hao said directly.

Even though the constructs weren’t at a disadvantage, those Skeletons were indeed troublesome.

Letting the fight drag on like this would surely result in significant losses for the constructs.

Besides, they had heroes on their side!

“Alright!”

The two responded, then transformed into two streaks of light, charging into the fray.

In an instant, the entire battlefield became even more intense.

Thunder Spears and Thunder Balls emitted blinding flashes, while Anjia’s punches resounded through the air, scattering Skeletons into white bones.

The difference in attributes between heroes and units was still significant.

…

Outside the ancient tomb.

At this point, the sky had dimmed, and the transmigrators who had decided to watch from outside the tomb’s entrance retreated to their tents due to the sudden chill in the desert.

Only a few scattered guards remained on patrol.

There were too many transmigrators gathered here, so even the usual venomous snakes and beasts of the desert wouldn’t approach.

“Cleolando has been in there for so long, could something have happened to her too?”

Several people gathered, eating the dinner they had exchanged.

Cleolando was undoubtedly strong, but she had only taken her own forces inside.

Other transmigrators who went in groups didn’t make it out either.

The fact that she went in alone and hadn’t emerged for so long made them suspicious.

“No, I just went to the entrance and saw the Skeleton soldiers still guarding there, so I guess she’s okay,” another replied.

“Could she really have cleared it all by herself?”

“Impossible. No way she could clear it with just her small force; it’d be impressive if she could clear the second level.”

“Even clearing the second level could yield considerable rewards.”

“Ah! We discovered this map as an alliance, and now we’re just stuck at the entrance. Why am I not in a special faction?”

“Exactly! The Undead aren’t that special; why did they promote that woman?”

“C’mon, it’s the Undead! They might lack that, but everywhere else on their bodies is tough.”

The conversation gradually drifted off topic, and they became more cautious.

Joking about a top-ranked transmigrator required discretion.

Chatting among themselves was fine, but if word got out, it might cause trouble.

As for Cleolando clearing the map, they hadn’t thought much about it.

Though it was called a tomb, its scale was more like an underground palace.

The architecture in this world was incomparable to before; fantasy was the norm here.

So, even if Cleolando boasted strong forces, the best she could probably do was clear the second level.

She couldn’t possibly clear the entire map.

Even clearing the second level would be impressive.

The intelligence collected, or the rewards gained could be exchanged or purchased by others.

As they chatted quietly while eating, the tent flap was pulled back, and a tall figure slowly walked inside.

They all paused briefly and, recognizing who it was, jumped up and swiftly drew the longswords from their waists.

Walking into the tent was a Lizardman cloaked heavily.

The earthy-brown scales signified they belonged to the Desert Lizardman faction.

“A Lizardman? How did you get in here? This is transmigrator territory. Leave now, or don’t blame us for not being polite,” one of them said loudly, intending for nearby soldiers to hear and come provide support.

The Desert Lizardmen were indeed good at disguising themselves here, but entering the tent was bold.

The Lizardman looked at the weapons tightly gripped by the group with cold slit-pupiled eyes.

The Lizardman grinned with a mouth full of sharp teeth, saying, “No need to be nervous, I’m a friend. I’ve come to bring you important information.”

The Lizardman’s speech carried an odd tone.

In their ears, it sounded magical, reducing their wariness.

The transmigrators became less alert and grew curious, directly asking, “What information?”

The Lizardman’s slit-pupiled eyes gleamed as it said, “There is a divine artifact in the tomb, that can give you everything you desire.”

Images of their desires flashed through their minds.

A luxurious life, a special faction, scores of servants and women.

“What kind of artifact?”

“Can it truly grant everything?”

“Is it really…?”

They asked almost in unison.

The Lizardman’s grin widened as it said, “Of course it’s true. Why else would the map be so difficult? There is indeed an important treasure, and I know it’s already been obtained by the current explorer. If you wish to acquire it, you’ll have to get it from her.”

They paused briefly but quickly understood.

“Cleolando got it? Doesn’t that mean we have no chance?”

“Damn it, it was us who found the map, and she got it cheap.”

Voices of indignation rose again.

They were all a bit angry that they hadn’t gotten the treasure.

The Lizardman continued, “Actually, she’s suffered heavy losses and doesn’t have much force left. Seizing the treasure might not be so difficult.”

Kill her?

They were all a bit shocked.

But killing a heavily depleted transmigrator was much easier than conquering the map.

They discussed in hushed tones.

Finally, with a determined look, they said, “Fine, let’s prepare and take action tonight. Get the treasure, then immediately leave here and return to our territory.”

“Alright!”

They turned back to find the Desert Lizardman already gone.

The tent was empty, save for the lightly swaying open flap.

…

In another transmigrator tent.

A transmigrator who had already fallen asleep suddenly awakened, swinging a knife toward the back.

Clang!

A clear sound echoed.

But from the feel of the blade, it was clear he hit a target.

Turning and standing up, he saw a tall Lizardman in the dim tent.

Blood trickled from the scales on the Lizardman’s arm.

“Coming alone to court death, you’re quite bold,” the transmigrator remarked.

The Lizardman glanced at its injured spot, a flash of fierce light in its eyes, but soon calmed down.

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The Lizardman said, “No need to be tense. You’re a transmigrator, right? I have a commission for you. Succeed, and we’ll grant you a new faction and special troops.”

Curious, the transmigrator furrowed his brow and asked, “What commission?”

“Tonight, I’d like you to set a trap to blow up the entrance to the tomb,” the Lizardman said.

The transmigrator frowned, “Why would I do that?”

The Lizardman smiled and tossed a scroll, saying, “This is a deposit. Once complete, we’ll also support you.”

The transmigrator picked it up and looked at it.

[Desert Lizardman Faction Invitation]

The transmigrator examined the Lizardman and finally nodded, “Alright, I accept your offer…”

The Lizardman nodded, backed out of the tent, disappearing into the night.

It moved to the next encampment to continue enchanting others.

…

On the fourth floor of the tomb.

Anjia and Beata sped up the battle once more.

Two large groups of Exorcist Hulks were blown into white bones, covering the entire ground.

The black-robed followers at the back were continually affected by various skills.

Their numbers kept decreasing, falling dead on the ground.

If things continued like this, the battle would soon be over.

Simultaneously, they could stop the strange ongoing ritual at the rear.

Crack! Crack!

Just then, among the followers performing the ritual, a figure slowly stood up.

Though wearing a heavy hooded robe, the clothing bore gold and red hues, appearing more lavish.

Wearing a high crown, clutching a half-decayed staff.

Stooped with its back, it looked over here.

BOSS?

Fang Hao also noticed the figure standing up.

[Oath High Priest – Adrien (Dark Gold Tier Three Hero)]

It turned out to be a hero, and one at Dark Gold Tier Three at that.

Fang Hao was even more astonished.

The level of this map was incredibly high.

The three enemy kinds were all Tier Ten units.

The newly appeared BOSS was at Dark Gold level.

Forget about the transmigrators, even the usual natives might struggle to breach this place.

As Fang Hao observed, the Oath High Priest began uttering bizarre syllables.

All the units grew more agitated, once again unleashing powerful combat power.

Meanwhile, the Skeleton-handled staff in hand fired devastating magic towards the constructs’ assembly.

Without Fang Hao’s orders, Beata and Anjia, already on the battlefield, charged straight in.

Beata was no weakling herself, and she was a powerful part of the Dragon Clan.

She unleashed several Thunder Elemental Magic attacks before quickly closing in.

Her waist twisted sharply, a whipping leg was thrown out.

Boom!

The Oath High Priest barely dodged the incoming lightning before regaining balance.

Only to be kicked with a leg.

His body flew back like a cannonball, slamming into the wall behind.

Rumble!

Dust and debris filled the air.

The whole hall quaked with it.

Anjia hurried forward but was instantly knocked back by a magic spell.

At the same time…

Looking quite beleaguered, the Oath High Priest rose, yelled furiously, and rushed into the main battlefield.

The next moment, the surrounding Exorcist Hulks began converging on the Oath High Priest’s body.

The piercing sound of bones grinding echoed through the entire hall.

Under everyone’s eyes.

All remaining Skeletons amalgamated.

They began merging with the High Priest’s body.

Forming a gigantic, grotesque bone monster.

Its upper body was still clad in a black robe while the lower body was a massive, bloated structure of dense bones.

Numerous Skeleton arms and legs formed a millipede-like multi-legged entity.

Rattling and running, it made one’s scalp tingle.

The Oath High Priest paused, looking coldly in their direction.

Screaming, “Blasphemers, you shall die….”