Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1238 - 830 Elders Oath

The second ability allowed it to climb walls.

Overall, it was a pretty decent Viscera Jar.

Moreover, these kinds of items, the Viscera Jars, were rarely sold on the market and were not cheap.

Purple ones were even rarer.

“Cleolando!” Fang Hao yelled.

Beside him, Cleolando quickly walked over, “Mr. Fang Hao, what’s the matter?”

“How is that person doing?” Fang Hao continued to ask.

“He won’t survive. When we get back, I will have The Corpse Witch perform a conversion ritual on him. Being an Undead is better than being dead,” Cleolando said with a light sigh.

Fang Hao nodded and handed over the Viscera Jar in his hand, “See if you can use this? If you can, it’s yours!”

Cleolando checked it briefly, her face lit up, and then she quickly composed herself.

“Mr. Fang Hao, this is your reward, I cannot accept it,” Cleolando hurriedly said.

The last time, Fang Hao had wanted to share what he couldn’t use with her to win her over.

His relationship with the God of Undead wasn’t very good, and in the Undead Desert, he needed a suitable transfer station.

Cleolando seemed like a good choice to him.

Capable, smart, and not greedy.

“I can’t use it, take it if it’s useful for you,” Fang Hao directly said.

Cleolando hesitated for a moment then accepted it, “Thank you, Mr. Fang Hao.”

“Sure,” Fang Hao stated and started to check the second reward.

[White Steel Ghost Gloves]Blue equipment, nothing special.

Grade three defense, the fingertips shaped like beastly claws, could be used to attack directly.

The Blueprint was also useless, so he gave it to Cleolando.

[Undead Leg Bone Hanging Plaque]This thing was just a plaque.

A femur tied with a thin rope.

Full of dark humor.

Except for the Shadowstone, Fang Hao gave everything to Cleolando, then sat back down at the stone table nearby.

He continued to discuss further plans with the Dragon Queen.

…

Along with the battle in the third-floor corridor, it was also nearing its end.

He ordered a group of constructs to block the doorway and engage the emerging enemies, and the efficiency was quite good.

The ground was littered with scattered bones, nearly blocking the entrance.

No Skeletons were seen charging out.

Fang Hao, on the wall, took down a Nightstone.

He tossed it down the stairs.

Thump-thump-thump!

The Nightstone rolled down the stone steps.

In the brief illumination, one could see mottled scratch marks on the stone walls on either side and dragging marks on the floor as if a body had been dragged across.

The deeper they went, the more it seemed like stepping further into hell.

Thump-thump!

When the Nightstone reached the bottom, Fang Hao and his companions saw a dark figure dash into the third level.

There were other people?

It was certain that the figure was different from the Calamity Skeletons, looking more like a human in shape.

“There was someone just now!” Anjia said.

“Right, stay alert,” Fang Hao also nodded, then ordered, “Move forward.”

The constructs entered the stairway corridor and began moving down to the third level.

The stone door on the third level had been opened a crack, wide enough for a person to enter.

The recent dark shadow had squeezed through this crack.

Fang Hao peered inside through the gap in the door.

It was still a vast hall with columns made of ‘Calamity Skeletons’ standing inside.

There were more than on the second floor.

Behind the columns stood dozens of figures in tattered black robes, each wearing strangely shaped metal masks on their heads.

They resembled cultists from some religion, more like priests from some bizarre ritual.

Giving off an unsettling, gloomy feeling.

[Oath Cultists (Grade Ten Troops)].

Again, Grade Ten Troops.

This map’s difficulty level really was high, meeting two kinds of enemies consecutively, both being Grade Ten.

And those in black robes, the ‘Oath Cultists’, seemed like a troop with intelligence.

The combat power of this type of map would indeed be hard for ordinary transmigrators to breach.

“Open the door!” Fang Hao said.

The stone door was completely opened.

Both sides could see each other.

And on the opposite side, the foremost ‘Oath Cultist’ slowly raised his arm, revealing withered, bone-like fingers under the black robe, pointing towards the entrance, “They are sacrifices, kill them.”

Whoosh!

The crowded Skeletons simultaneously turned their heads towards the door position.

Then, it spread rapidly, instantly sprawling in all directions, charging toward them.

Seeing the enemy charging in, Fang Hao gave another order, “Constructs, kill them.”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Upon hearing the command, the constructs transformed into streaks of metallic brilliance, swords in hand, charging directly at their targets.

Master-level swordsmanship created a dense flurry of blades, chopping toward the bizarre Skeletons’ skulls.

One after another, skulls fell to the ground, rolling around with a hollow sound.

At that moment, bizarre syllables echoed from the mouths of the ‘Oath Followers’ standing behind the Skeletons.

As the sounds were uttered, a series of special auras enveloped the ‘Calamity Skeletons.’

Beneath them, several auras flickered continuously, making the already fearless Skeletons even more frenzied.

They launched a frenzied counterattack, leaping toward the constructs.

Fang Hao furrowed his brow. He had thought they were a group of Mages, but they turned out to be humanoid ‘horns,’ enhancing status by merely shouting.

“Anjia, Beata, charge through and kill those in black robes,” Fang Hao said directly.

The two women discussed the new rules of engagement briefly, then charged out.

Barreling through, they carved a path leading directly into the ranks of the robed figures.

Anjia, like a wolf amongst sheep, unleashed punches and kicks, each one powerful enough to kill the surrounding enemies.

Beata’s method of killing was even simpler: with her Thunder Elemental Magic, chain reactions could kill in groups.

These ‘Oath Followers,’ primarily supporters, stood no chance against the lethal prowess of the two competitors.

Quickly, dozens of robed followers were slain.

The two women rejoined the main battlefield, starting to assist the constructs in killing Skeletons spread across the walls and roofs.

The battle was intense, even without deploying powerful Skills.

The whole space trembled intermittently, and dust and fine sand fell from the sky.

Soon, the battle ended, and the ground was once again covered with white bones.

…

The logistics team moved from the second to the third floor.

They began to clean up the battlefield, collecting fragments of constructs, and searching for treasure chests and spoils.

Unlike the barren second floor, the Skeletons cleaning up the battlefield collected a large number of metal masks.

[Oath Mask (Purple)]

[Category: Mask]

[Effect: Musician.]

[Musician: Sound propagation +35%, Bewitching +25%.]

(Description: The singer’s voice is sung over and over again.)

Wow, purple equipment.

Fang Hao took one, shaking off the adherent bits of flesh inside.

This mask was worn by those robed followers.

It was oddly shaped and did not suit Fang Hao’s aesthetic.

Within its attributes, there were two effects.

Sound propagation and bewitching seemed to amplify sound.

It could be seen as a sound-enhancing speaker.

Fang Hao was speechless; what a bizarre piece of equipment.

Even if you’re a musician, and you sing beautifully, the appearance of the mask can still scare someone half to death.

Not even a masked singer would dare to perform this way.

But, at that time, these robed people did indeed use sound to enhance their troops with aura, presumably because of this effect.

Handing the mask back to the Skeleton, Fang Hao got ready to move to the next level.

After moving some obstacles from above, the stone door leading to the next level was slowly opened.

The moment it opened, the dense sound of climbing echoed again.

The ready constructs launched an interception.

Killing off the emerging Skeletons.

…

First floor.

A large number of iron cages were constructed, and the Skeletons nearby disassembled them and then reinforced the entrance and the surroundings.

Unfortunately, due to the intensity of the battle, even on the first floor, the whole building trembled slightly.

Yellow sand continuously fell from the shed roof.

To ensure safety, Fang Hao and ‘Cleolando’ made a large number of iron cages and pillars.

They reinforced the surrounding walls and the roof.

At least there had to be a safe escape route in case of real danger.

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They couldn’t bury them here.

At that time, the Skeletons that had cleaned up the battlefield returned from below.

Parts of constructs and ‘Oath Masks’ were piled up to one side.

“Is this the equipment that dropped?” Cleolando asked curiously.

“Equipment from the dried corpses, purple is fairly good,” Fang Hao explained briefly.

Hearing it was from dried corpses, Cleolando disgustedly threw it on the ground and crouched to inspect the properties.

Seeing the purple, his face lit up with surprise, but upon seeing the effects, the delight vanished.

It was unusable, and also quite ugly.

Bang!

A golden chest was thrown onto the ground.

Fang Hao walked over and opened it.

[Obtained: Elder’s Oath Skill Scroll (Purple), Oath Maker’s Robe Blueprint (Blue), Oath Maker’s Hood Blueprint (Blue), Oath Maker’s Boots Blueprint (Blue), Oath Maker’s Gloves Blueprint (Blue), Shadowstone +21, Warfire Coin +189.]

A burst of light flashed.

Various rewards scattered around.

Among them, aside from one purple Skill Scroll, the rest were blueprints.

[Elder’s Oath Skill Scroll]

[Category: Skill Scroll]

[Ability: Special class Spell, voice infectivity +50%, persuasiveness +35%.]

(Description: A basic special class Spell, master this skill to study related abilities.)