Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead - Chapter 308:

Chapter 308: Chapter 302, The Woman in the Upright Coffin_l

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Commander Demitrija gazed calmly at the Red Duke above him.

“The Iron Coffin? It’s in the camp. Whether or not you can take it away depends on your ability.”

The Red Duke’s eyes narrowed instantly.

A burst of blood-colored energy surged from his body into the bloody heavy sword in his hand.

As the blood-colored energy enveloped the heavy sword, he swung it down violently.

Whoo!

A blood-colored sword light slashed towards Demitrija.

Demitrija quickly retreated, dodging the blow.

Boom!

A loud rumble.

The entire city wall was shaking violently.

The blood-colored sword light left a few meters long crack directly on the wall.

“It seems that you haven’t reached the Dark Gold level yet.”

Feeling the power of the Red Duke, Demitrija spoke calmly.

“Seeking death!” The Red Duke’s face turned even colder. He swooped down and his heavy sword once again sliced down.

Demitrija blocked with his longsword, with a reverse twist of his wrist, he stabbed out fiercely again.

The two of them then started a fierce battle on top of the city wall.

Blood Hunter walked down the city wall.

He joined the main force below, which was finishing up.

The entire battlefield had been surrounded by the well-concealed undead army.

A solid barrier made up of heavy shields was gradually closing in from all sides, slowly shrinking the encirclement of the Blood Clan’s troops.

The enemy had no will to fight, and no chance to escape.

A Tenth-Rank Dusk Banqueter tried to break through the defense line, only to be cut down by the flurry of sword blows in the next second.

The encirclement continued to shrink, and the remaining Blood Clan soldiers were herded together.

“We surrender, quickly, drop your weapons, we surrender.” A Blood Clan cried out loudly, urging his comrades to drop their weapons.

As soon as this Blood Clan spoke, he immediately drew the attention of others.

Some Blood Clan, loyal to the Red Duke, shouted, “The Duke orders us to fight to the death, anyone who dares to surrender knows the consequences.”

“End of what? Look at the situation now, will that old liar have a chance to save you? Even if faced with death, are you addicted to being a dog?” The Blood Clan retaliated harshly, his tongue sliding uncontrollably out of his mouth as he spoke.

Upon hearing these words, everyone looked up.

An endless mass of the undead.

Even if the Red Duke could kill the opposing commander, it would be difficult to save them.

Moreover, considering the Red Duke’s personality, the most likely scenario is that he would abandon them and retreat into the mist of Crescent Heights.

The two began to argue.

One side proposed to surrender, but the other side believed that even if they dropped their weapons, the enemy might not spare them.

At that moment, Blood Hunter came over from behind.

Looking at the mixed crowd of village Blood Clan, fewer than ten thousand, he said, “Kill all the enemies who have weapons.”

As soon as his words were spoken.

The skeletons narrowing the encirclement showed no reaction.

The Blood Clan, however, saw hope, dropped their weapons with a rustle, and knelt on the ground begging loudly for mercy.

The undead began to bypass the surrendering enemy.

Immediately, some people came up from behind and tied up all the surrendering people.

The sun gradually rose.

The duel between the two orange heroes on the city wall still had no victor.

The Red Duke couldn’t kill Demitrija.

And Demitrija had no good solution against the flying Red Duke.

The two remained in a stalemate until now.

The Red Duke glanced at the sun.

With some resentment, he swept his eyes over the camp and returned to the mist of Crescent Heights, filled with rage.

After the Red Duke left, Demitrija also descended the city wall.

“Clean up the battlefield.”

The skeletons began to move and start cleaning the battlefield.

“Commander Demitrija, there are many Blood Clan and half-blooded among these people — how should we deal with them?” Blood Hunter asked.

Once the Blood Clan and the half-blooded are transformed, it’s very hard for them to return to normal.

“Put them in confinement first, we can decide based on the Lord’s intentions later.”

“Yes.”

Early morning.

Fang Hao was still woken up by the Sound-transmitting Shell.

He sat up with a stupor from the bed and held the shell close to his ear.

“My Lord, last night we engaged the Blood Clan in direct combat. The Red Duke escaped. We captured thousands of people. All remaining enemies were killed. We will lead the attack on Crescent Heights during the day.”

Hearing this news, Fang Hao’s mood instantly improved.

The Red Duke, an orange hero of the Blood Clan, had the advantage of flight. It was really difficult to keep him. But the fact that all the remaining Blood Clan were either captured or killed was definitely good news.

The force at Crescent Heights was already scant, and now there were probably not many hands left inside.

Fang Hao was in high spirits. He put on his clothes and went straight out of the room.

Eira was preparing breakfast and waved hello with a smile as she left.

Standing in front of the main castle, he glanced at the time. It was 6:4.0 in the morning.

After making a round around the territory.

He had just returned to the main castle when he saw a Bone Dragon slowly descending, carrying a huge metal vertical casket.

Thud!

The vertical casket hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The two-meter-high casket, carved with the face of a young woman, gave off an eerie vibe.

After a night’s transportation, the casket was still covered in mud and water traces.

“Deadly Embrace (Silver Casket)”.

Deadly embrace, a silver casket.

The casket had a name.

How elegant.

Moreover, this was not the iron casket that Commander Demitrija mentioned.

According to the description, it was made of silver.

However, considering the properties of silver, it should also contain other metals like iron to increase its hardness.

After a round of observation, there was nothing more to see.

He called over a maid, “Get a couple of Skeleton Trolls here to carry the silver casket out of the territory.”

“Oh, alright, master,” she said.

The maid shuddered at the sight of the silver casket before quickly leaving.

Fang Hao woke Anjia up to ensure she would be there to protect him.

Sitting on the White Bone throne, he directly deployed the spell “supreme-ruler’s Presence”.

The next second, Fang Hao’s spirit descended upon a Skeleton Warrior patrolling outside the territory.

Barely taking in the surroundings, he saw the maid instructing two tall Skeleton Trolls to move the silver casket outside.

Fang Hao began the final part of his plan.

Half an hour later.

A makeshift awning had been erected above the silver casket.

Skeleton Warriors formed a tight shield formation around it, layering up several circles.

Even though the quest indicated that if he helped her gather her body, she would be highly loyal to him.

But without the constraint of a hero contract, Fang Hao was still nervous.

He surely couldn’t capsize in the gutter here.

But as things stood, he couldn’t back out now.

“Open the casket!” Fang Hao commanded.

Two Skeleton Trolls picked up their hatchets, bang! bang! Two loud noises, and they directly broke the restraining chain.

Applying a slight force to the opening.

Creak!!

A piercing noise sounded as the silver casket slowly opened like a door.

As it gradually opened.

Fang Hao saw the scene inside and felt a slight tension.

The inner wall of the casket was filled with protruding silver spikes, indicating when the casket was closed.

These spikes would pierce the body.

With the casket fully open, a woman’s naked body full of bloody holes was revealed.

Her skin is ghostly pale and wrinkled, just like a drowned body that had been fished out of the water.

The woman appeared very youthful.

She didn’t look any older than her early 20s.

Of course, Fang Hao knew that the Blood Clan had a long lifespan and he could not judge her age by her appearance.

The woman had a slim figure, her eyes firmly shut. In addition to the numerous holes made by silver spikes all over her body, there was a fist-sized hole at her heart.

“Bring that heart over here,” Fang Hao commanded.

The throbbing heart was then brought over.

As it drew near to her body, the heart began to beat faster and louder.

When Fang Hao’s skeletal hand held the heart near the gaping hole at the woman’s chest.

The flesh of the body and the heart began to reconnect.

New blood vessels and muscles were growing visibly, and finally, delicate skin began to cover the hole in her chest.

At the same time, the holes in her body began to heal up.

The pale skin regained its color.

The woman transformed from a drowned corpse to a beautiful young woman.

The next second.

The woman lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes.

The sky instantly turned dark, and a cloud filled the sky, blocking the sun.

“Damn, don’t tell me I’m going to capsize now,” Fang Hao’s heart tightened.