Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1117 - 723, Who Cares About Torn Clothes

Chapter 1117: Chapter 723, Who Cares About Torn Clothes

Dense bullets, like a vast orange net, enveloped the sea eagles.

Although the sea eagles were agile and flexible, due to their type as a unit, they could not wear armor.

Thus, their own defense was their weakness.

Faced with the oncoming bullets, bodies fell like dumplings, pitter-pattering downwards.

This directly slowed down the sea eagles’ advance.

With just one encounter, so many had died, and the sea eagles dared not charge straight ahead any longer, beginning instead to circle above the ship.

Many sea eagles gave up on the undead on deck and directly attacked the blackfoot cats in the crow’s nest.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Seeing that the sea eagles didn’t come down to attack, Fang Hao did not release the skeleton giant bats.

Once the skeleton giant bats joined the battlefield, the shooters below would no longer be able to attack freely.

Otherwise, it would result in friendly fire.

Below the sea.

The Ancient Blood Retainers and Skeleton Fishman Priests, along with the skeleton troops, also engaged in battle with the Sea Tribe forces.

Skeleton giant fish, skeleton sawfish, and skeletal iron tooth sharks initiated the attack first.

Like wild bulls, they charged straight into the enemy’s ranks.

They began to tear and bite at the soldiers of the Sea Tribe.

Behind them, even more skeleton wyrm guardians and skeleton fishmen launched their attacks.

Fearlessly charging at the enemy.

In an instant, the sea surface was dyed red with blood.

Corpses and white bones floated to the surface, drifting with the waves.

Soon, with the absolute advantage of numbers, the sea eagles and the Sea Tribe, leaving behind a great many bodies, began to retreat.

They maintained a distance, not daring to continue the attack.

The Sea Tribe was confused.

They had no idea where such a large group of undead had suddenly come from.

The numbers were somewhat exaggerated.

“Lord, the Sea Tribe is retreating, but they have not left,” reported an Ancient Blood Retainer, poking his head out.

Fang Hao nodded, “Stay alert and arrange for some to clean up the battlefield.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The undead began to move.

Some were on the lookout for the enemy, while others were salvaging bodies, tossing them into the conversion fields for transformation.

“[Picture][Picture]Giant ships appear in the sea island region, preliminarily confirmed as undead forces, gathering troops and launching an attack on the Sea Tribe.”

“Holy shit! Weren’t the undead supposed to be in the desert? How do they have a navy too?”

“Sea Tribe? Who can beat the Sea Tribe at sea, the undead are no match.”

“Is that a ship? Its size is too big, isn’t it?”

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“Why are the undead fighting the Sea Tribe, is it because of the Sea Tribe and Federation incident a few days ago?”

In the morning world channel, there weren’t many people.

Fang Hao had just logged in and saw someone posting photos in the world channel.

The words even carried a hint of boasting.

There was no helping it, this was a common problem among transmigrators—anything new and topic-worthy, they’d risk their lives to take a photo and share it.

And these photos of the giant ships and undead certainly did spark quite a discussion.

Fang Hao clicked on the pictures and took a closer look.

From the angle of the shots, it was in the direction of Giant Claw Port.

In the corner of several photos, one could see a large number of Sea Tribe soldiers gathered, human militiamen, and some siege crossbows.

The Sea Tribe was considered a faction that had integrated well with the transmigrators.

They even used transmigrators for ocean patrols and city defense.

Of course, this also included using them as cannon fodder and underlings.

At that moment.

There was new movement from the Priest Doll.

In the distance over the sea, a small boat approached head-on.

On the boat stood several members of the Sea Tribe, shouting and waving their hands to signify they posed no threat.

“Lord, the Sea Tribe has sent people over,” communicated a Bound Spirit Guardian, relaying the message from the lookout tower.

It must be for negotiations.

“Let their boat come alongside,” Fang Hao said.

The Bound Spirit Guardians relayed the order.

The sea troops parted to create a small path, allowing the small vessel to approach.

Compared to the giant ship, the sea boat was like a small grass looking up at a great tree.

“I do not know which Immortal King’s fleet this is, but the Island Master invites you to visit the island as a guest, willing to apologize in person for the recent misunderstanding.”

Such a large-scale group of undead was clearly not a Federation fleet.

If the number of undead had been small, it would be a different story.

But now, with so many undead and such a huge ship, Giant Claw Island didn’t dare to claim they could have the upper hand.

So, since it wasn’t Federation people, they didn’t plan to make this enemy.

They arranged for an envoy to come and apologize, saying it was a case of mistaken identity.

The Priest Doll, looking at the tiny boat below, asked, “Who is the commanding officer stationed here?”

The Sea Tribe member, who had just been loudly apologizing, was slightly startled.

He hadn’t expected the other party to suddenly ask this question.

After hesitating for a moment, he answered, “It’s ‘Hirosh,’ the Island Master.”

Hirosh was the master of Giant Claw Island; it seemed he had hurried back in the past few days.

“Are there any other heroes?” continued Fang Hao.

The Sea Tribe’s brows furrowed deeper, vaguely feeling something was not quite right.

The other party was asking too many questions, with no indication of whether they wanted to resolve the conflict.

Could it be that they had come to attack Giant Claw Island?

That shouldn’t be right.

The Sea Tribe archipelago had no entanglements or conflicts with the undead.

It made no sense to have a conflict with the undead at this time.

“This king, I am just a common member of the Sea Tribe, I am not very clear about these matters, if you are interested, you can discuss them with ‘Hirosh’ the Island Master. I am sure he would be willing to answer these questions,” the Sea Tribe member continued.

“I hear you’ve captured some from the Federation, how are they now?”

The Sea Tribe member’s face changed instantly.

These undead were definitely not just passing by; they had come specifically for them.

“I, I cannot answer that for you.”

Fang Hao did not respond, his eye sockets illuminated by soul fire, staring intently at him.

The Sea Tribe member began to feel that something was amiss, as an intangible pressure enveloped him.

Occasionally he turned to look behind him at the few companions on the small sea boat.

“Answer me, and I can let you return safely,” Fang Hao’s voice once again calmly transmitted over. “Otherwise, you can only stay behind and become one of the Undead.”

Several members of the Sea Tribe began to tremble.

Finally, they responded, “They’re imprisoned in the dungeons at the port.”

“Why haven’t you killed them?”

“The Island Master believes we need slaves, so they’ve been temporarily imprisoned in the dungeons.”

Fang Hao nodded and said, “Alright, you can go back now.”

“Oh, okay.” The sea vessel immediately turned around, heading back in the direction of Giant Claw Island.

They wanted to stay here not even a second longer.

Moreover, they needed to bring the message back as fast as possible.

These weren’t just passing Undead; they were reinforcements called by the Human Federation.

…

“Beata, you lead the Bone Dragons to occupy the Giant Claw Port; later I’ll have the tailor make a few sets of those skirts, like the ones Millie and the others wear,” Fang Hao said to someone beside him.

Beata’s little face was stern as she coldly said, “Who cares about your lousy clothes.”

After speaking, she still returned to the area with the Bone Dragons.

Her body leapt into the air, transforming into the shape of a giant dragon, leading a group of Bone Dragons toward the Giant Claw Port.

In the blink of an eye, she had already surged past the Sea Tribe’s ship that had just left.

Charging towards the port.

Fang Hao watched Beata moving away and continued to instruct the two heroes underwater: “Ancient Blood Servant, lead the troops to guard the giant ship; Merfolk Priest, you lead the Skeleton Wyrm Guardians to attack the port, coordinating with Beata’s actions.”

“As you command,” the two answered and began to move out.

…

At the port.

The Sea Tribe and transmigrators were watching the direction of the giant ship from afar.

They saw the Sea Tribe’s ships approach the giant ship and turn back soon after.

Everyone’s expression turned ugly.

This was not a good sign.

Those transmigrators also lost the desire to boast in their channels by taking photos.

They were simply opening the map, contemplating which route to flee by once the battle began.

“Lord Hirosh, our ships that we arranged to send out have started returning,” a member of the Sea Tribe with a burly physique reported.

Hirosh naturally saw the returning ship as well.

His face was grim.

But in his heart, he was still comforting himself that the return did not necessarily mean negotiations had failed.

It might be that the other party simply didn’t want to come ashore.

However, before he could say anything, he saw that from the direction of the giant ship, one dragon-shaped creature after another suddenly flew off the deck, heading straight towards the port.

Only when they got close did he see they were all White Bone Dragons.

Hirosh’s face drastically changed as he shouted, “Quick, everyone get into battle readiness, man the anti-air weapons, and be careful with the Bone Dragons.”

The Sea Tribe and transmigrator soldiers instantly became a chaotic mess.

These were Bone Dragons.

At least a tier ten troop type.

Just what unlucky spell had the Sea Tribe fallen under recently, they haven’t finished with the Federation, yet they’ve now provoked the Undead?

And the opponent even possessed such a powerful troop type as the Bone Dragons.

Whoosh!

A series of ripping sounds went off as a particularly beautiful silver-white dragon led the Bone Dragons into an assault on the port.

Dragons?

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Behind the silver-white dragon was a whole host of Bone Dragons.

“Bone Dragons, attack, bring them all down!”

“Quick, anti-air crossbows, everyone attack!”

There was no more time to consider why there was a real dragon.

All they could do now was to block the attack.

Otherwise, everyone would die.

Bang, bang, bang!

The anti-air crossbows began to fire, the troops with various long-range weapons, and the Coral Witch’s magic missiles also opened fire into the air.

But for the highly agile Dragon Clan, such an offensive had little damage.

Roar!

After a flash of lightning Dragon Breath, a series of black energy beams followed.

They engulfed the entire port’s defensive positions.

In the blink of an eye!

The defensive high ground was left without a soul.

All of the Sea Tribe and humans who participated in the attack were stripped to the bone by the Dragon Breath.

The fallen armor and weapons, even the defensive contraptions on the wall, turned into puddles of molten iron, flowing everywhere.

And the Sea Eagles raised by the Sea Tribe.

When faced with the might of the Dragon Clan, they only dared to circle around, not bold enough to approach.

How could they fight this?

Forget about the Sea Tribe lacking effective countermeasures against the Dragon Clan.

Even if they had some, facing so many Bone Dragons and the massive number of Undead outside.

It would be incredibly difficult to hold off.

Dammit!

What in the world were these Undead up to?

Why did they choose this time to launch an attack on Giant Claw Island?

“You… send out our situation here to the Sea Tribe headquarters, and do it fast,” Hirosh dragged over a transmigrator, shouting loudly.

The transmigrator, being tugged, staggered, supporting his swaying helmet, said, “Alright, alright, Island Master, don’t worry, I’ve already taken the picture, I’ll send it right away.”

Hirosh nodded, no longer paying attention to the transmigrator.

Instead, he continued to issue standing orders to the soldiers hidden within the buildings.

As long as they didn’t go out, those Bone Dragons wouldn’t have much of a way to handle them.

If they landed to attack, they would at least have a good chance to retaliate.

Just then, a transmigrator shouted, “Look quick, the Bone Dragons have dispersed, they’re flying back.”

Everyone immediately poked their heads out to look up at the sky.

They saw Bone Dragons circling once before heading off, flying into the distance.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly shone down.

But the next second.

The people discovered something wasn’t right.

Click, click, click!

They felt a dense, piercing noise from all around.

It sounded like the collision of armor, more like the grating of bones.