Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead Chapter 1239 - 1239 831 Exorcist Hulks

Chapter 1239: Chapter 831, Exorcist Hulks Chapter 1239: Chapter 831, Exorcist Hulks Special type of spell?

It seed that a new type of spell had been unlocked, one related to sound.

Otherwise, there would not have been an added attribute of sound propagation on the equipnt.

Thinking about the previous “Followers of the Oath,” which relied on sounds to generate an aura, this must be such a skill.

Moreover, from the description.

The scroll provided a basic ability, a prerequisite skill for the related skills.

Once he had mastered the ability, he could learn the corresponding skills in the future.

Fang Hao thought about it, and no matter how he considered it, this skill seed extraordinary.

After learning it, could he, like the protagonist in an animation, persuade his enemies with re words,

making them tearfully repent?

Thus achieving victory without a battle.

The more he thought about it, the more useful it seed.

He continued to check the subsequent rewards.

What followed was a set of blueprints called “Oathsworn.”

[Set Effect: Magic Recovery 5%, Sound Propagation 5%, ntal Magic 3%.]

Judging from the na, it was the equipnt worn by those black-robed followers.

The equipnt itself was Tier 3 in defense, and the set effect provided three enhancents:

Magic Recovery, Sound Propagation, and ntal Magic.

All were very targeted enhancents.

After reviewing the two rewards, there wasn’t much else.

The quality of this golden treasure chest was too ordinary.

Only the skill scroll was good; the blue equipnt set was useless, more akin to the rewards from a silver treasure chest.

He handed the two spoils of war to Cleolando for inspection.

After examining the properties, she handed them back, saying, “Mr. Fang Hao, these are your spoils of war.”

Fang Hao nodded and accepted them.

He wasn’t interested in the blueprints, but the skill scroll was indeed a rare reward.

The books outside all required study and understanding; nowhere were they as convenient as the transmigator’s scroll, which could be confird and learned imdiately.

“Alright, I’ll keep these for now, and we’ll divide anything else we gain later,” Fang Hao directly stated.

Cleolando smiled and said nothing; she really was too embarrassed to talk about sharing equipnt.

This ti she had intentionally brought her elite forces.

But from the looks of it, her elite forces were only good for standing guard, cleaning the battlefield, and transporting items, essentially becoming a logistics unit.

Of course, she didn’t think this was a bad thing.

From the spoils of war and the remnants of the constructs brought back, the intensity of the battle below was evident.

She had seen the ferocity of a Tier 10 Construct, and it had been turned into such a state; her own forces would just be cannon fodder.

Thinking it over, following a powerful leader had its perks.

There was little danger, and she could even manage a sip of the soup.

Thus, she wouldn’t go as far as to demand an equal share of the spoils. Fang Hao could decide if she should accept or refuse.

This was a thigh worth clinging to.

“By the way, do you need these masks and such?” Fang Hao continued.

“They’re of no use, and so ugly at that, I’d lose my appetite just looking at them,” Cleolando said with a grin.

Fang Hao nodded, then suggested, “Then I’ll take all these. In return, I’ll compensate you with so of that ‘Sandstorm’ set from last ti.”

“No need, these are rightfully your spoils,” Cleolando said, shaking her head.

Fang Hao didn’t say more and reopened the Gate of the Worlds, moving the masks and the construct limbs back into the gate.

anwhile, he summoned a large number of Skeleton Archers.

A dense swarm of Skeleton Archers, carrying rifles, erged.

Cleolando’s eyes widened again, filled with surprise.

Wasn’t he with the Undead faction?

So how co so many Skeleton Archers appeared, and were those rifles?

Had rifles been developed?

Fang Hao ignored the surprised Cleolando and instructed, “Amarag, take these Skeletons to the third floor, where the battle is still ongoing.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The black-armored warrior nodded in agreent, leading the Skeleton soldiers down the stone steps.

…

The dim cave entrance resembled a broken anthill.

Nurous ‘Calamity Skeletons,’ like skeleton spiders, surged out of the entrance and spread along the walls in all directions.

Despite ticulous preparations, the sheer number was hard for the constructs to fully hold back.

Beata, with a wave of her hand,

sent a floating orb of lightning into the dim cave entrance.

It killed a swath of skeletons and montarily illuminated the inside.

Dense spiders covered the walls, the ceiling, and the descending staircase.

The stairwell seed as if it were built from white bone.

The ceaselessly rotating skeleton heads and the dense clacking sounds emanated from within.

“Wow, so many,” Anjia exclaid, smashing a few skeletons and turning back to say, “Beata, turn into a dragon and breathe on them, wouldn’t that solve everything?”

Beata looked at Fang Hao, who glanced up at the ceiling, which continued to drop dust and debris because of the fight.

He shook his head, “Let’s not. If this collapses, we’re done for.”

If it really collapsed, not to ntion the dungeon rewards, people could get hurt.

It’s not like they couldn’t win, it wasn’t worth the risk.

At that mont, the black-armored ‘Amarag’ arrived with the Skeleton Archers.

Fang Hao imdiately instructed the constructs to clear the area.

The Skeleton Archers spread out in a fan shape, surrounding the entrance.

“Fire!”

The constructs retreated as a barrage of bullets instantly fired into the entrance.

A large number of skeletons quickly fell, turning into a pile of bones.

Any that slipped through were left for the constructs to chase down.

A continuous stream of bullets flew into the interior, and more skeleton-like spiders cracked and dropped dead.

As ti progressed…

The ‘Calamity Skeletons’ that erged beca fewer and more sporadic.

Finally, those that dared not co out were killed by Beata with several long-range skills.

The space beca quiet once again.

“Let’s go down!” Fang Hao ordered again.

…

The passage to the fourth level was even darker and longer.

Their footsteps on the White Bones beneath them kept making cracking sounds that echoed through the empty stairwell.

The stone steps were longer than those on the previous levels.

By the ti they reached the midway point, there were no White Bones underfoot, just the sound of their steps clattering on the stone staircase.

The entire staircase felt like a passageway leading deep into hell.

Beata covered her nose and complained, “It stinks ahead!”

“It’s a rancid, pungent sll of blood,” Anjia also covered her nose.

Then, the two won spoke.

Fang Hao, now a Demon Doll, lacked the sense of sll, but he understood what they ant by the stench of blood.

More transmigrators and warriors must have been brought to this level.

“Be careful!”

Following the stone steps to the end revealed a huge bronze door in front of them.

Different from before,

this ti, the gate was on the opposite side.

aning, the previous three levels resembled more the upper and lower floors of a building,

while this bronze gate appeared as if it were the door of a neighbor.

The bronze door was covered with complex reliefs.

With the aid of the Nightstone’s light, he briefly discerned the pattern on the reliefs:

tall deities radiating light, and followers kneeling in mass, offering tributes.

“Could it really be a god’s tomb?” Fang Hao said in surprise.

But that’s not possible.

Gods cannot die.

Gods possess endless life, and death occurs only suddenly.

So, a god wouldn’t anticipate his own death and build himself a tomb.

Could this be sothing other than a tomb?

Or could it be that the figures in the reliefs are not gods, but rather so sorts of leaders?

He thought for a mont but soon decided not to dwell on these questions further.

Whether it’s a god or not doesn’t relate to him, nor is he much interested in the backstory of the map.

“Open the gate!” Fang Hao gave the order.

With a grating sound, the bronze door gradually opened.

As the gap widened, the scene on the other side gradually ca into view.

A massive, expansive temple.

Newly visible, the nearest sight was that of giant Skeleton soldiers as tall as Trolls, each with a normal skull and three more skulls sprouting from its abdon.

Four arms perched on their shoulders, each holding a sword, shield, spear, and axe.

There were more top-ranked troops as well.

This intricate place was soone’s tomb? Having encountered three types of troops, all of them top tier.

“What are those people in black robes doing?” Anjia asked again.

Fang Hao looked beyond the giant Skeleton soldiers.

There he saw groups of black-robed cultists, kneeling in a circle, seemingly performing so kind of ritual.

At the center, a large Stone Coffin was faintly visible.

Around the coffin were piles of bodies adhered and lted together.

White sinew and blood vessels extended, connecting to the Stone Coffin.

The Soul Fire in the Demon Doll’s eye sockets flickered violently.

This scene reminded him of a similar one he had witnessed in a valley where demons appeared.

Collecting bodies of Living creatures to “nurture” a person.

Now, connected to the Stone Coffin, it seed more akin to resurrection.

They intended to Resurrect the person inside the coffin.

But within the Undead, such resurrection was unheard of.

Wasn’t it all about seeking immortality, transforming into Undead?

The screeching noise of the opening gate alerted the temple’s occupants.

The giant ‘Exorcist Hulks’ all turned their heads uniformly toward the gate.

So of the kneeling black-robed figures stood and looked over.

Upon seeing the unfamiliar intruders, the cultists let out harsh cries.

“Intruders…”

“New sacrifices…”

“Blasphers…”

“Kill them…”

Alongside the curses, strange musical notes erged.

Various light rings, enhanced by the notes, appeared on the giant Skeletons.

Then, these ‘Exorcist Hulks’ turned and began to charge toward them.

Clad in black armor, ‘Amarag’ and Beata quickly unhinged the heavy bronze door.

Fang Hao issued another command, “Construct, kill all enemies ahead.”

The Construct entered combat mode and rushed out before the enemies could block the doorway, charging directly at the towering Skeletons.

Bang!

The Construct swung its Longsword while an Exorcist Hulk raised its shield to block, the three other arms hacking and stabbing from three different angles at the Construct.

The Construct abruptly retreated, but its shoulder was still pierced by a spear, tearing open its iron armor to reveal the chanical structure inside.

Seeing this, Fang Hao also widened his eyes.

To use such a shaless combat thod?

Blocking with a shield, while the other three arms attacked.

Such a brazen move!