Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1241 - 833 Withered Heart

Acting as the creature’s upper half, the “Oathbound High Priest” swung the half-broken wooden wand in his hand, unleashing beams of dark red magical rays downward.

Chaotic waves of magic swept violently through the grand hall.

The constructs scattered in retreat, but those unable to dodge in time were hit squarely by the blasts.

Their bodies exploded under the impact, disintegrating into fragmented remains.

“Amarag, you step in and destroy that monster,” Fang Hao instructed the black-armored Amarag standing beside him.

The transformed monster proved overwhelmingly challenging, even for Beata and Anjia.

In order to finish the fight quickly, Fang Hao had no choice but to send Amarag into the fray.

“Yes, my lord,” the terse Amarag responded, hefting his warhammer and charging straight into battle.

As he ran, his body rapidly enlarged, shifting into his Giant form.

Without hesitating, Amarag swung the warhammer directly at the monstrous creature’s abdomen.

Thoom!

A deep rumble echoed, creating a shockwave as white bone rolled across the floor.

The spot where Amarag struck the Oathbound High Priest’s monstrous form instantly broke apart in a gaping hole, with shattered bone cascading downward.

Having landed the first blow, Amarag pressed on, his massive figure looming higher, hammer in hand unleashing a relentless string of menacing strikes against the monstrous body, blow after thunderous blow.

Both combatants, imbued with dark gold-tier power, were nearly matched in rank.

Yet Amarag excelled as a melee hero, leaning on spells for support; meanwhile, the “Oathbound High Priest” proved primarily a mage-support type.

Even transformed into this monstrous, terrifying form, the priest struggled to truly match Amarag in a head-to-head confrontation.

Meanwhile, Beata, standing to the side, unleashed a volley of thunder elemental magic, intensely hammering at the creature’s colossal body.

Within mere moments, the savage White Bone creature fell into a disadvantage.

Pinned down, it endured a brutal rain of warhammer strikes.

“Anjia, lead the constructs and target the group at the rear!” Fang Hao shouted loudly.

Anjia tore off two Skeleton arms with precision before backflipping out of the way to dodge an incoming attack.

Upon hearing Fang Hao’s command, she immediately understood.

Gathering the surrounding construct units, she charged decisively toward the rear.

That’s where the black-robed cultists conducting their bizarre ritual were stationed.

Crash!

The construct units began sprinting, charging toward the altar’s direction.

“No! You ignorant mortals dare disturb the divine’s slumber!”

The Oathbound High Priest, seeing the constructs bypassing him to attack the altar, exhibited utter panic and chaos.

His bloated, monstrous body crawled frantically, with a thousand bone legs scrambling to block Anjia and her forces.

But by now, he was fully locked down by the black-armored warrior, whose warhammer carried overwhelming force, landing repeatedly against the priest’s grotesque form.

Where the colossal size of his mutated body once felt like an advantage, it now encumbered him, becoming a fatal liability.

Meanwhile, a Dragon Clan maiden skirting around the battle continued casting a barrage of thunder elemental spells.

Bolts of lightning struck relentlessly atop his skull.

Pinned by this relentless two-front assault, let alone stopping Anjia’s group, he himself was blown off his feet, sent tumbling once again to the ground in a twisted heap.

Seizing this golden opportunity, Anjia, accompanied by the constructs, pressed forward deep into the altar’s domain.

The black-robed cultists, still unresponsive to the intrusion, saw their heads lopped clean off by Anjia’s longsword, dozens flying upward in unison.

No one remained to continue performing the ritual, forcing all black-robed cultists to their feet in a desperate attempt to fight back.

But, when it came to close combat capabilities, these cultists stood no chance against the constructs.

Much less with Anjia, a purple-tier hero, leading the charge.

What followed was akin to a one-sided massacre.

Dozens of black-robed cultists collapsed, their bodies rotting into foul sludge.

Roar!

With the altar’s ritual now disrupted, the Oathbound High Priest descended into berserk rage.

His massive frame rammed even harder.

The wand in his hand hurled chaotic streams of magic in wild directions.

Explosions erupted on the great hall’s walls and ceiling.

Debris rained across the floor as broken bricks and fine sand steadily poured through cracks opening up within the destroyed structure.

Woosh!

A fiery spear shot forth alongside the “Oathbound High Priest.” In the next moment, Amarag was there.

A guttural growl escaped him as his body released an unimaginable torrent of force.

Boom!

The dull sound reverberated, unleashing a shockwave that sent the colossal priest flying sideways, smashing into the walls before slumping down, utterly motionless.

Amarag followed through instantly.

His warhammer towering high above, he swung it down mercilessly upon the High Priest’s grotesque body.

The once-impenetrable skeleton broke rapidly, even as the priest himself writhed in pain, emitting tortured cries.

Crack, crack!

The skeletal behemoth continued splitting apart piece by piece.

Chunks of bone detached swiftly from his form.

In no time, the mountain of White Bone revealed only the High Priest himself, slumped amidst this wreckage, draped in his golden-red robes.

Weakly, he raised his head.

From his shriveled face emanated an unparalleled aura of hatred.

Amarag cast him a glance.

He raised his warhammer once more and brought it down sharply.

Boom!

The dull sound echoed throughout the great hall.

The Oathbound High Priest’s skull shattered like a watermelon, leaving only an empty corpse that collapsed slowly to the ground.

“My lord, it is done!”

Three heroes strode quickly toward Fang Hao.

Crunch…!

The once-grand and spacious hall now lay in ruins from the battle.

Cracks zigzagged across the ceiling and walls, allowing fine sand to pour in like streams of water.

Moreover, with the influx of sand, the gaps continued widening.

“Skeleton Archers, clean up the battlefield. Gather all the spoils and transport them to the first level.” Fang Hao ordered the Skeleton Archers who had yet to be deployed.

The Skeletal Archers swiftly entered the hall, beginning to collect weapons and equipment.

They made their way upward with the loot.

Meanwhile, Fang Hao, accompanied by several heroes, advanced toward the stone coffin at the altar’s center.

At the very least, they needed to check what lay inside before the place collapsed!

…

Tomb’s first layer.

“Mr. Fang Hao, how are things down there? Should I swap out for some dinner?” Cleolando approached.

The pathway connecting the tomb to the exterior had already descended into pitch-black darkness.

They had entered at midday, and now night had fallen.

Neither had anyone had a single bite of food since.

Of course, Cleolando himself remained the only one who needed sustenance.

Fang Hao had ascended beyond such mortal needs, requiring no nourishment.

Beata, Anjia, and the others as heroes remained unaffected by hunger, not to mention the Demigod Dragon Queen herself.

Thus, Cleolando’s mention of it was the first time Fang Hao even considered this detail.

“Uh, it’s already done down below. The Skeleton Archers are cleaning up the field. If you’re hungry, go ahead and eat something. We’ll wrap things up soon,” Fang Hao said simply.

In truth, this tomb consisted of merely four levels, and Fang Hao alone had cleared them entirely.

On second thought, how could he fail? The Dragon Queen herself stood beside him.

If he couldn’t clear the tomb, then no one else here could either.

But upon reconsideration, with the Skeleton Archers cleaning the battlefield…

Was there anything left for him to do?

If everything got handled by others, what was he even doing—playing tour guide?

He quickly added, “I’ll arrange for someone to clean up and wrap up quickly. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can leave.”

Fang Hao reasoned correctly—to let this drag on might risk the place’s collapse.

“Alright… then let’s get to it,” Cleolando agreed.

Crash—kill them! Clang, clash!

Just as Cleolando was about to assign his men to clean up the field, a sudden cacophony of sharp cries and clanging weapons erupted from outside the entrance.

Everyone froze simultaneously.

The black-armored warrior Amarag instantly placed himself in front of Fang Hao, his gaze filled with vigilance as he studied Cleolando’s group.

Fang Hao, too, instinctively suspected treachery on Cleolando’s part.

But in moments, he dismissed the notion.

One of Cleolando’s Skeletal soldiers stationed outside staggered in anxiously, reporting, “My lord, there’s a transmigrator leading an attack against us. Our forces outside cannot hold them!”

Cleolando’s face darkened, his expression torn between shock and suspicion.

A transmigrator attacking him?

Despite his noteworthy reputation and the fact this map had been made publicly accessible, many alliances had explored it.

Regarding why anyone would attack him here? It made no sense.

Though startled, Cleolando felt little fear—after all, the Dragon Queen herself stood nearby.

No way the other transmigrators could cut through here.

Yet Cleolando still cast an inquisitive look toward Fang Hao.

“Mr. Fang Hao, what should we do?”

Fang Hao mulled briefly, then said, “Have your forces stop them. Don’t block the entrance entirely. Stay here with me for the spoils.”

Cleolando paused momentarily, then understood Fang Hao’s intent.

Nodding, he complied, giving immediate orders to his heroes and soldiers nearby.

The heroes nodded, taking their respective Skeletal troops to guard the entrance.

Fang Hao summoned his Thunder Spirit, which darted out to inspect the entrance.

Confirming that the opposing forces lacked the means to truly breach through, he resumed his attention on the spoils.

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Lower level, fourth floor.

Corpses piled densely around the altar in a grotesque mass.

From the preserved appearances and weaponry, identities could be discerned, ranging from transmigrators to ordinary soldiers.

It appeared those exploring over this period had largely ended here, serving as ritual sacrifices upon the altar.

As for those bizarrely shaped Skeleton constructs, they were likely native monsters to the map itself.

Upon closer thought, perhaps this map’s public release had aimed to amass more flesh and blood as ritual fodder.

Fang Hao manipulated his Demon Doll, flanked by heroes, as he ascended the altar wrapped in sinewy flesh.

His steps squelched audibly, sticky and repulsive.

Reaching the stone coffin guarded above, he peered inside.

The interior of the coffin was entirely lined with a white, membranous flesh.

Beneath it lay a corpse, dried and blackened.

Fang Hao gave it a glance, observing neither any attributes nor signs of interaction comparable to his encounter with Demonic entities in prior rites.

Clearly, their ritual had failed entirely due to the interruption.

After brief contemplation, Fang Hao unsheathed his longsword and sliced through the membrane wrapping the body.

Turning back toward the Skeletal Archers collecting spoils behind him, Fang Hao gave instruction, “You there, carry this corpse out.”

One Skeletal Archer strode forward, picking up the withered, blackened body containing only torso and skull.

They cast it to the floor.

Once outside the coffin and removed from its fleshy embrace, the blackened corpse seemed to shrivel even further in size.

The dried black flesh rapidly whitened and finally disintegrated into fine sand.

Nothing remained…

Even the corpse had disappeared.

Fang Hao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The resurrected boss?

The divine’s body?

Was that all left—nothing but fragile yellow grains?

Within the yellow dust fragments lay a single object—a dried and shriveled blackened heart.

[Shriveled Heart]

(Description: A heart preserved through the “Royal Funeral,” still infused with potent energy.)