Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1218 - 812 Slaying a New God

Chapter 1218: Chapter 812, Slaying a New God

Chapter 1218 -812, Slaying a New God

Having dinner.

Outside the lord’s manor, the sound of maids laughing and playing floated in the air.

Currently, fifty new maids had joined the main city—all young women recently recruited from the Rabbitmen Village and Foxmen Village.

They had been assigned some simple cleaning tasks, but most of their time was spent training at the Blackstone Training Grounds.

And, of course, they had to go to the temple every morning and evening to praise the lord’s brilliance.

*There was no avoiding it; loyalty and faith were partly shaped through brainwashing.*

*Besides, Fang Hao really did provide them with a stable life and ample food.*

Inside the lord’s manor.

Fang Hao sat on the White Bone Throne, lurking in the world channel.

“Selling demon materials now, name your price if interested.”

“Anyone in ‘Seltz City’? Need an introduction to the underground brothels, rewards available. Brothers with connections, DM me.”

“Kucha Island, looking for a team to hunt pirates. Anyone wanna join?”

“Troll purple gear—trading for blue gear. Message me if interested…”

Fang Hao stopped scrolling when he saw this line.

Someone was actually trading purple gear for blue gear.

But, upon noticing it was troll gear, Fang Hao immediately understood the reason.

Previously, during the Divine Territory quest, all transmigrators obtained large quantities of purple troll and giant gear.

This single event had slashed the market value of troll gear within the Trade Alliance by several tiers.

Moreover, many people still had heaps of this gear that couldn’t be sold.

It was all sitting unused in their inventories.

Fang Hao thought for a moment before opening his shop and adding “any purple gear” as a condition for trading blue equipment.

Blue gear was mostly made of fine iron blocks or white steel materials.

Purple gear, however, included fine iron and mithril components, and breaking it down afterward meant a guaranteed profit.

As soon as he updated the shop’s conditions, exchanges began pouring in—and there were quite a few participants.

Clearly, this stuff had been stuck in transmigrators’ inventories for way too long.

Tap, tap!

Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps came from outside the door.

Just as he lifted his head, Fang Hao saw Millie enter in a rush, dragging Beata behind her.

When they noticed Fang Hao sitting in the hall, their laughter abruptly stopped, and the smiles on their faces froze.

“Uh… uh…” Millie mumbled in a low voice, “Master, aren’t you supposed to be out somewhere?”

“I could hear your idiotic laughter from miles away. You’re going to turn Beata silly at this rate.” Fang Hao closed the Book of Lords with a snap.

“Hmph! I’m way smarter than Beata!” Millie muttered defiantly.

Beata heard her and squeezed Millie’s hand firmly in protest.

“What are you up to?” Fang Hao asked.

“Oh! Beata wanted to check out the backyard of the manor, so I brought her here.” Millie explained.

“I wasn’t, really… I was just asking casually,” Beata waved her hands frantically.

Fang Hao nodded. “Go ahead and take a look. Once you’re done, Beata, come see me—I have something to discuss with you.”

“Okay,” Millie quickly responded, dragging Beata into the backyard without hesitation.

A short while later, the pair returned.

The backyard wasn’t actually large and had nothing particularly special—just some flowers and plants scattered around.

Once back in the hall, Millie noticed that Fang Hao and Beata had something to discuss.

After offering her greetings, Millie left early.

“What did you want to talk about?” Beata asked softly, her eyes avoiding his gaze.

Fang Hao walked over to the wine cellar, poured two glasses of fruit wine, and handed her one. “How’s your life here? Have you adjusted?”

“It’s… okay!”

*This place was way more enjoyable than Mount Dragon Peak.*

Beata kept herself on a similar schedule to the maids; she no longer entered a hibernation state and instead got up at dawn to join Millie.

Whether it was patrols, training, visiting amusement parks, or helping dig rivers—

*There was always something to do.*

*And everything was far better than sleeping.*

“Hmm. Has the Dragon Queen contacted you recently?” Fang Hao asked again.

“She did a couple of days ago. Are you trying to reach her?”

“No. She’s always being combative. Why would I call her—so she can beat me up again? I just wanted to say that if you ever feel homesick, you can go back for a visit. With the teleportation array, you can always return quickly.”

Beata puffed her cheeks and angrily retorted, “Don’t talk about my mother like that! If I want to return home, I’ll let you know myself!”

Fang Hao nodded, then pulled an amulet from the Book of Lords and tossed it to her. “This is for you.”

[Wrathful Rage (Orange)]

[Effect: All attributes +5%, Wearing ‘Wrathful Rage’ increases Dragon Breath range by 18% and damage by 25%.]

This pendant had been obtained from a treasure chest after occupying Mount Dragon Peak.

Fang Hao had originally intended to gift it to Beata, but their relationship with the Dragon Clan had been strained at the time, and Beata had spent her days throwing tantrums about life’s unfairness.

So he had put it off until now.

Lately, Beata’s mood had been good—a perfect time to hand it over.

Beata caught the necklace instantly, her eyes widening. “This… is for me? What does that mean?”

“It seemed appropriate for you. Don’t like it?” Fang Hao glanced at her.

[Silvermoon Spear – Beatrice: Loyalty increased by 10 points. Current loyalty: 90.]

As expected, her loyalty rose by ten points.

Beata hesitated for a moment before deciding to accept it. “Hm, thanks!”

*But her face, including her neck, had already turned visibly pink.*

“Let me know if you need anything in the future.”

“O…okay. Um, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now.” Beata hurriedly excused herself and left the hall in a flash.

Huh? That’s it?

I still wanted to say a few more things to boost her loyalty.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Rolana descended gracefully, dressed in a loose purple nightgown.

She glanced at him, her voice icy as she said, “Come upstairs. Time to rest.”

…

The next day.

In the undead desert, Cleolando’s territory.

By the teleportation array, Cleolando waited silently alongside her heroes.

Soon, light shimmered across the array’s surface.

A woman’s silhouette began to emerge from the glowing field.

A woman?

A slightly dark-skinned woman appeared before them, draped in a thick bear hide despite the desert heat.

She wore battle armor, with a broad blade strapped to one side of her waist and a revolver holstered on the other.

Holy crap…

A revolver?

*This world had revolvers now?*

*And in this blazing desert, you’re still wearing bear hide?*

[Gray Bear-Reed (Green, Tier 3 Hero)]

So, she’s a green-tier hero.

“Are you Lady Cleolando?” Reed spoke first.

“Oh, yes,” Cleolando quickly answered, snapping to attention.

Reed nodded and continued, “The lord asked me to come ahead of time. If convenient, could you take me to that cemetery?”

Cleolando understood at once. Reed was here to scout ahead.

*This so-called world number-one really was cautious.*

Cleolando smiled and replied, “Of course, I’ll have everything prepared. It’s not a short journey, but we’ll leave as soon as we’re ready.”

“Alright!”

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Reed was taken to the manor for hospitality, while the others prepared for the expedition.

Near noon, the troops and camels were ready.

Cleolando continued, “It’ll be about a two-day journey—let’s move out!”

*If it were anyone else,*

*Cleolando wouldn’t have bothered entertaining them, let alone spend two days escorting them to some graveyard.*

But this was Fang Hao.

*The man who fought the Dragon Queen, wiped out the Trade Alliance’s headquarters, and walked away unscathed.*

*She needed to foster a good relationship with someone like him.*

*A two-day hike was hardly a sacrifice.*

*To top it off, she had even meticulously dressed today, hoping to leave Fang Hao with a positive impression.*

Unfortunately, he hadn’t come in person.

“Alright,” Reed replied.

The group mounted their camels and set off into the distance.

…

East of Pruell City, in a village.

A once sparsely populated settlement was now crowded with arrivals.

Inside a crude wooden house, a slightly chubby man and a young girl sat across from each other at a wooden table, flanked by a few subordinate guards.

“We’ve been here for three days now. What are these people planning?” the girl asked nervously.

“No clue, but the number of arrivals keeps increasing.” The man poured himself a cup of water before answering.

They had followed this church here two days ago.

During that time, people from various surrounding cities had continuously gathered in the area.

*And the types of people showing up were alarmingly consistent:* pickpockets, liars, killers, fanatics.

*What good could possibly come from this crowd?*

“Is there a chance we can escape?” the girl asked again.

“They say we’ll set off soon. We might get the chance to slip away along the route—escape back to Lyss City.”

“Alright!”

Creek—

The door opened suddenly, and a lanky transmigrator stepped in.

He took a seat beside them, gulped down some water, and lowered his voice to speak. “Got some info.”

“Oh? What kind?”

The trio leaned in closer as the man whispered, “These people worship the God of Deception and, supposedly, received an oracle. They’re gathering all nearby city believers.”

“To do what?” the girl pressed.

“God-slaying!”

Both of them froze in place.

“God-slaying? Which god—God of Light?” the chubby man asked urgently.

The lanky man lowered his voice even more. “No. A newly ascended deity, reportedly north of here. For now, they’re just waiting for other believers to arrive before launching an attack on the target location.”

Upon hearing this, the other two frowned deeply.

*What kind of divine-level task had they stumbled into?*

*A direct clash between gods? Even Fang Hao, the top-ranked transmigrator, couldn’t dream of reaching that scale.*

“Wait, can divine sieges really kill a god? Do gods live in cities?” the girl suddenly questioned.

The lanky man chuckled softly. “That’s what I asked too. They told me the first step is to destroy the root of the deity’s faith. The details were unclear.”

“Should we keep going with this?” the girl asked hesitantly.

The lanky man replied, “I think we’re safe for now. We can tag along and observe. Missions of this caliber might hold substantial rewards.”

After some whispered deliberation, the group reached a decision.

“Fine. We’ll follow for now and see what happens.”

……

Two days later.

Within the undead desert.

The camel caravan came to a gradual stop.

Cleolando shaded her eyes with one hand as she peered into the distance. “Ms. Reed, ahead is our destination—the ‘Yacolan Cemetery.'”

Reed gazed across the sands to see a solitary spire rising from the dunes.

Half-buried by the desert sands, the tilted spire jutted out at a 45-degree angle.

“Alright, let me check something, Ms. Cleolando,” Reed said as she shut her eyes.

When she reopened them, her gaze glimmered with light.

Her voice carried a different tone as she spoke again. “Cleolando, why is there only one spire here?”