Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1234 - 826 Attack on the Blasphemer

Its level had reached fifteen, with many attributes attached.

It could be considered quite an impressive city.

Before Fang Hao finished analyzing the attributes, another system prompt appeared.

[Blueprints Unlocked: Hall of Glory, Cathedral of Light, Free Recruitment Center, Justice Tower, Alchemy Ivory Tower, Free Mage Guild, Firearms Factory.]

A lot of building blueprints had been unlocked too.

[Hall of Glory] was a structure linked to the Hall of Justice, capable of recruiting the human Tier 10 units known as “Exemplary Warriors,” commonly seen as the guards of the Hall of Justice.

Fang Hao had encountered these guards before; armored in the attire of the Hall of Justice, they looked imposing.

They could indeed be considered elite.

However, he hadn’t expected these guards to actually be Tier 10 units, which explained why the Hall of Justice had maintained absolute dominance over the human faction for so long.

[Cathedral of Light]: A structure of the Church of Light, it was also one of the most magnificent buildings in the city.

[Effects: +15% for Light Magic, +20% for faith, “Advocacy of Light.”]

[Advocacy of Light]: +20% for priests and acolytes, +15% for devotees, +10% for faith.

The cathedral was not a military structure.

It was essentially exclusive to the Church of Light.

The structure primarily boosted faith-related attributes, making it somewhat akin to his own “City of Holy Spirits.”

*Even though Fang Hao felt it might not benefit him much directly, having it was still better than not having it.*

Next, he examined the third blueprint.

[Free Recruitment Center]: This blueprint was not for barracks but rather for augmenting troop numbers.

[Effects: It allows the recruitment of farmers, residents, and mercenaries from the city to temporarily form “Chivalrous Militia.”]

This could be understood as a structure for troop transformation.

It enabled the city’s ordinary residents or mercenaries to assemble into militia forces.

The “Chivalrous Militia” was not of low rank, with a rating equivalent to Tier 5—on par with heavy sword infantry.

*If Fang Hao had captured this city through combat, one could easily imagine a scenario where every civilian became a soldier.*

*Victory aside, even if the city were conquered, the “everyone is a soldier” dynamic would turn the city into a ghost town—a ruined, lifeless city.*

[Justice Tower]: A structure built by the Hall of Justice to maintain order.

It could be understood as the city’s “police headquarters,” typically constructed in bustling commercial streets or residential areas, and staffed with guards responsible for safety.

[Alchemy Ivory Tower]: This was the city’s alchemist tower.

[Effects: +12% for alchemy success rate and -5% for alchemy processing time.]

Two effects were added, increasing success rates and reducing alchemy processing times—both highly practical benefits.

Moreover, with this blueprint, Fang Hao could construct ivory towers elsewhere to train his own alchemists.

[Free Mage Guild]: A structure dedicated to mages.

[Effects: +5% for magical comprehension, +15% for mage commissions.]

The guild enhanced magical comprehension for mages.

Mage commissions referred to the number of tasks assigned to mages.

[Firearms Factory]: A place for humans to construct artillery.

While the artillery produced wasn’t as advanced as that of the dwarves, it still had considerable destructive power.

The highest grade could reach purple, while most ordinary artillery was of blue grade.

Fang Hao finished reviewing all the blueprints; overall, they seemed fairly decent.

*That said, none of the blueprints stood out as capable of delivering a dramatic boost to his power.*

Tap, tap, tap!

At that moment, Rebecca returned after a busy day, accompanied by the black-armored sisters.

Confidently, she walked up to Fang Hao, sat on his lap, and let out a heavy exhale. “Ah, finally done! Being a leader is so exhausting.”

She stretched her back, showing off her curvaceous figure.

Fang Hao immediately wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from leaning back too far and tumbling over, saying, “You’ve just taken over; it’ll settle down once things stabilize.”

*He wasn’t just saying that idly.*

The entire region was Fang Hao’s territory, with no border concerns.

So as long as internal development stabilized, there wouldn’t be overly complex neighbor relations to manage like Dordy faced.

Rebecca’s face lit up with a blissful smile before she suddenly said, “I want to move the Hundred Cities Federation’s main city to Lyss City.”

Fang Hao froze, curious, and asked, “Why relocate the city?”

Lyss City was Level 12, while Silver Wing City was already Level 15.

The facilities in Silver Wing City were complete, and its commercial development far outpaced Lyss City.

Rebecca glanced around, then whispered, “If we stay here, even as the leader, I’ll still remain under the Hall of Justice’s control, restrained at every turn. Moving back to Lyss City—that’s truly my domain. I’ll simply need to rebuild the council hall and move the council there.”

Fang Hao listened to her explanation and found it quite logical.

The Hall of Justice had been entrenched here for ages; Rebecca might be the leader, but everything in Silver Wing City, including officials at all levels, remained tied to the Hall of Justice.

*Changing that would take decades, if not longer.*

Relocating the city offered an entirely different scenario; Lyss City was inherently Rebecca’s domain, where the Hall of Justice had little influence.

Moreover, simply rebuilding the council and a few buildings there could redefine it as the “main city.”

*The name was just semantics.*

“Then what about here? Who do you plan to put in charge?” Fang Hao continued to inquire.

It seemed he was already onboard with Rebecca’s relocation plan.

Rebecca pondered briefly before saying, “I’ll let Dordy manage it for now. He’s fair-minded, albeit a bit rigid.”

Fang Hao thought for a moment and replied, “That works. Placing Dordy in charge will reassure the Hall of Justice, and adjustments can be made later.”

“Okay, come on—let me show you around the Hall of Justice. It’s still quite impressive.” Rebecca grabbed his hand and headed toward the back.

…

Nightfall arrived.

Fang Hao, Rebecca, and the black-armored sisters returned directly to the main city.

He pushed the bedroom door open.

There he saw Rolana sprawled across the bed. Her nightdress had slipped, outlining her slender and shapely figure. Beneath the hem, her legs encased in sheer black stockings extended elegantly.

She glanced at him like a coy young wife and said, “You’re back?”

“Yeah.” Fang Hao removed his jacket and changed into sleepwear.

Rolana scanned him up and down and chuckled, saying, “Staying here tonight? Not running off to those little bunnies and foxes of yours?”

“What bunnies? Eira and the others still call you sister—you’re constantly talking about bunnies and foxes.” Fang Hao sat on the edge of the bed, laid his hand on the smooth stocking-clad legs, then slid it up under her hem. “Rebecca went to the warehouse; she’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh, I see!” Rolana’s expression grew understanding. She grabbed Fang Hao’s mischief-making hand but then slowly let it go.

Creak—!

A short while later, the door opened again.

Rebecca, yawning, walked back in.

When she noticed the white curve peeking out from under the thin quilt, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurried to pull the bedding up.

Rolana turned her head, avoiding Fang Hao’s gaze, and pulled the blanket back down. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before—what’s there to be shy about?”

“Still, this isn’t proper!” Rebecca protested helplessly while she began changing.

“Smooth sailing?” Rolana asked.

“Fairly smooth, but exhausting.”

“Isn’t this the life you wanted? Nobody can constrain you… not sure what’s so great about it.” Rolana continued.

Although the two got along well, their personalities were polar opposites.

Rolana cared little about city affairs; even when it involved Crescent Heights’ Blood Castle, she didn’t spare it a glance.

Rebecca, however, valued power and authority, constantly battling with the council for several years.

“Different fates lead to different pursuits,” Rebecca said after changing into a light-blue nightgown, her rounded legs now clad in cloud-white stockings.

After a moment’s hesitation, she chose to keep the stockings on but swapped them for a robe.

Sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, she said, “We owe thanks to our man; he’s made our dreams come true.”

Rolana pulled her straight onto the bed, hugged her close, and laid down with a wide grin, saying, “If you’re thankful, show some sincerity.”

She clung tightly, then cast Fang Hao a knowing look that said, “You know what to do.”

Fang Hao returned the smile.

*Rebecca sensed something amiss, becoming flustered. She struggled briefly but failed to break free.*

*Resigned, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate.*

…

The following morning.

Rebecca, filled with embarrassment and frustration, moved awkwardly toward the teleportation array.

Before entering, she cast Fang Hao a resentful glare, then stepped into the shimmering light.

Fang Hao let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Maybe that was a bit much.”

Whoosh!

At that moment, the sound of rushing air echoed.

The Demon Monarch, Yezabeth, descended in her pinkish-blue gown, casting a glance at the now-vanished shimmering portal.

With a gentle bow, she said, “Master, a piece of intelligence concerning the territory has recently been gathered.”

Territory-related intelligence?

“Let’s discuss inside,” Fang Hao said, turning to enter the hall, followed by the succubus.

Once both were seated, he continued, “What’s the information?”

Yezabeth carefully organized her words before replying, “We’ve intercepted recurring details within multiple guests’ dreams. Followers of the God of Deception from various factions are gathering to launch an offensive against the defilers.”

Fang Hao’s brow furrowed instantly.

*Upon reflection, he quickly understood the implications.*

The followers of the God of Deception might not necessarily be high-ranking figures.

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*However, the sheer scale of this mobilization meant various factions had clearly caught wind of it and were conducting investigations.*

*Now, the succubi had managed to glean this intelligence via dream interception techniques.*

*Furthermore, the God of Deception’s disciples had infiltrated every corner. In chaotic races, their presence was even more pronounced.*

*If all the disciples mobilized, their numbers would undoubtedly be staggering.*

“So, it seems we’ll need to eliminate the God of Deception before the enemy launches their attack.”