LWGP - Chapter 201
Chapter 201: Seven Stars
They already knew the Undead Race had evolved new types of soldiers, but seeing a flying unit in addition to the Undead Charm Spirit and the other unknown, mysterious soldier type was beyond everyone's imagination. Fortunately, they reacted quickly. After Wang Jiu spoke, the priest team led by Lin Guiwan immediately conjured an arched spatial shield.
Swish, swish—the underground flying undead roared out, spitting a vast black mist directly at the group. It was the corpse poison of the Undead Race, which had a potent negative effect. Everyone had suffered from it before, but this time, they were prepared.
"Their level isn't low. The silver-grade flying minions are Crypt Flying Roaches, and the gold-grade ones are Golden Corpse Sparrows. A few of us will take the Corpse Sparrows; the rest of you handle the Crypt Flying Roaches."
Whether it was the roaches or the corpse sparrows, they weren't actually roaches and sparrows. The Undead Race had simply taken over their bodies as hosts; genetically, they were still undead.
After the poison was blocked, the ground troops used arcane magic or firearms for ranged attacks, while Xie Lu and the others flew up to engage in aerial group combat.
There was nothing fancy about it. Strength was determined by a direct confrontation.
In the end, war came down to military strength. Brilliant strategies and psychological tactics required time to set up. When there wasn't enough time and the confrontation was immediate, only one factor mattered—military strength.
Xie Lu and the others unleashed their full power, only to see Wang Jiu already flying downward on her device. Many Crypt Flying Roaches and Golden Corpse Sparrows were still flying up from below, but as soon as they came within five meters of her, the azure threads drifting and piercing from her body were like the Coiling Dragon Silks from wuxia novels that could kill masters unseen. The slightest touch would draw blood, if not tear off flesh.
But with Wang Jiu, it was basically just dismemberment.
Complete dismemberment.
So, the flying undead began to avoid Wang Jiu.
Wang Jiu descended alone on her flying device. She could see countless undead below, frantically climbing up the walls of the crypt.
After activating her Demon's Eye, Wang Jiu peered down and estimated there were twenty to thirty thousand of them. They had all undergone a wave of evolution, their strength having increased by thirty percent compared to before.
Their side only had just over three thousand people, and without the protection of the Gobi Territory, it would be a difficult fight. They could be directly overwhelmed and devoured.
Wang Jiu ignored this and went down to set up a barrier.
The data had already been sent back to the team.
"Thirty thousand? This won't be an easy fight."
"We can't win."
"Let's hold the opening first. It's only so wide. The Lord is controlling their spawn rate. Let's clear out the hardest-to-kill flying monsters first."
"What is the Lord doing down there now?"
No one knew. Lao Wang always operated independently of the main battle. Since she hadn't ordered a retreat, everyone could only do their best to fight this wave, falling back as they fought to control the engagement range.
The fighting was intense, and the situation was desperate. They hadn't expected so many undead to have gathered underground in the crypt.
Their original plan was a surprise attack—but the enemy seemed to have predicted they would open a breach at this exact spot and had already deployed their forces.
If Lao Wang hadn't set them up, then there was only one other possibility.
The Undead Race either had a prophet-type soldier among them or a Great Prophet as an ally.
During the fight, Xie Lu was also contacting Liu Wuren, using his official capacity to ask for intelligence from their side.
Liu Wuren was defending Bashu, so he naturally kept track of the combat results from deployments in various regions and had already received a lot of feedback.
They had also engaged the enemy. Although they didn't have Spirit Bamboo Shoots and couldn't find spirit veins as quickly, they had their own methods. Having started the fight, they naturally discovered a situation similar to the Gobi Territory's.
It was one thing for the Undead Race to know about their deployment, but it was another for them to predict every single one of their attack locations.
"A Great Prophet… what level would be required to do this? Or is it several Great Prophets?" Liu Wuren gathered the information and looked at Shen Wan.
Shen Wan pondered for a moment before saying, "It wouldn't take several. A single Great Prophet with sufficient ability, who can afford the spirit power and mental energy, could predict an entire army's deployments alone."
"Based on my understanding of prophets, this person's average attributes must be at least double mine, or they possess a special item that amplifies a Great Prophet's abilities. That item would have to be peak purple-gold grade."
She had even thought of the types of items it could be, but if they didn't have such items, then this prophet was terrifying.
"A Great Prophet of Light with average attributes close to twenty-five thousand?" Liu Wuren frowned. His own average was eighteen thousand, but gene potions had spurred his evolution, giving him a strength boost independent of his game abilities, much like the demon kings of the Black Witch Organization and other such beings who had their own methods.
But if he were to face a Great Prophet, he could accurately predict his own outcome—death!
As the two were discussing the situation, Xie Lu's inquiry arrived. Liu Wuren responded immediately and without reservation.
After ending the conversation, Xie Lu noticed something subtle—Liu Wuren hadn't been bossy or given them orders from his position as a commander.
It was as if he trusted Lao Wang implicitly, or perhaps he didn't want to provoke her.
This didn't match Liu Wuren's assertive style.
Though puzzled, Xie Lu said nothing, refocusing his attention on dealing with the undead.
He just had to hold his post.
But it was truly difficult to hold. There were too many!
"The flying ones have stopped coming out, but the ground ones are pouring out now. There are too many."
"Fall back, fall back!"
Everyone was forced to move their line of attack back and expand their defensive perimeter. If their rate of improvement hadn't been faster than the Undead Race's, they probably wouldn't have lasted even a few minutes.
Yet they managed to hold on for a full fifteen minutes. During that time, they faintly heard a low, deep roar from underground. Each time it sounded, it had a significant effect on the undead minions. They estimated it was a purple-gold BOSS.
Another Little Corpse King, perhaps.
If that was the case, this would be a tough fight even for Lao Wang.
Everyone gritted their teeth and held on, their resources constantly depleting. Fortunately, they had two purple-gold BOSSes, Bai Bai and the giant butterfly, holding the front line. In particular, both could release poison to counterattack and affect the undead, preventing the group from having to bear the full brunt of the damage.
"Holy crap, so many gold-grade Four-Directions Corpses! Their attributes have increased by fifty percent! Let's go!"
Wang Shu had been looking quite majestic atop the giant butterfly, but with his superior vantage point, he glanced down and saw a group of at least twenty gold-grade Four-Directions Corpses emerging. He immediately warned everyone.
But his voice was swallowed by a wail from underground.
The scream was utterly wretched, and a vast cloud of corpse qi billowed up.
What was that?
Swoosh! A streak of light shot out. Wang Jiu emerged on her flying device, looking like she'd been through a tough fight. She was covered in blood and clutching her abdomen, where there was a moderately sized puncture wound, as if she'd been impaled by some sharp horn.
Everyone was shocked. Wang Shu immediately shouted, "Master? What happened to you?"
"There are two purple-gold BOSSes down there. The second one brought reinforcements. In total, there are at least fifty thousand. Let's go, they're all about to come out."
Holy shit, fifty thousand?!!
Everyone's scalp tingled with fear, and they immediately fled.
Sure enough, the undead surged out from behind. Without the group's suppression, they were unrestrained, madly charging through the narrow valley in pursuit of the people from Gobi.
Fortunately, they had the advantage in speed and could pull away from the main undead army. However, there were several thousand flying units among the undead that pursued them swiftly. Just as they were about to be caught, Wang Jiu and the other high-altitude flyers brought up the rear, cutting down a wave of the flying troops.
"Ranged attacks. Don't get hit with debuffs."
"Guiwan, prepare to cleanse skills."
Cleanse skills? She must mean cleanse debuffs. The most direct benefit of cleansing all negative effects was—teleporting away.
Having received the private message, a glint appeared in Lin Guiwan's eyes.
As expected, Lao Wang never fought a battle she wasn't prepared for.
While the people of Gobi were in peril on the treacherous Emei Mountain, the forces of other major territories in other areas were more numerous. As a private territory, Gobi didn't have the population controlled by the major powers, so fewer people had come. Moreover, Wang Jiu hadn't tried to win over elite territories like Luo Sheng's, which were inclined to switch sides. She had only brought her own people, hence the smaller number.
Territories like Guizhou's Sky Eye and Hong Kong's Kowloon Tong both had forces exceeding ten thousand. Including their affiliated territories, the number of troops defending their respective regions reached the twenty-thousand mark. But even with their large numbers, they were far outnumbered by the Undead Race. The tens of thousands of undead below were terrifying, and most importantly, their soldier types were formidable.
The flying units and poison became the players' nightmare. However, these major lords were also very capable. They shared information in Liu Wuren's group chat, were put on alert, and immediately decided on a full-scale retreat.
They couldn't hold the line. It was too terrifying. The Undead Race had completely predicted every detail of their actions.
Retreat, retreat, retreat!!
Amidst the full-scale retreat, Deyang's Tianlong Temple, Meishan's Moonlit Bloom, Mianyang's Butterfly Valley, Garze's Laolonggou and Danba County, Aba's Heishui County and Amu Township, Jiuzhaigou, and Emei Mountain all fell into turmoil. The Undead Race was suppressing the human alliance in Sichuan on all fronts.
The humans were routed and fled.
At this moment, somewhere in Sichuan, in an inconspicuous mountain ravine, the headquarters personnel of the Nevernight organization had gathered. Inside a hidden cave, the elderly leader of Nevernight looked at a pale young man not far away.
"How is it? Are you ready?"
The pale young man held out his hands. In his palms were two Eyes of Prophecy radiating a brilliant light, while his own eyes shimmered with a mysterious glow.
He gave his old leader a slight smile.
"I'm ready."
The old leader narrowed his eyes and smiled as well. "Then activate it. You do it."
Seven fixed star positions.
The young man nodded. In his left hand, he held the array disk for the Seven Star Day Array. In his right, he held a bloody, beating heart. If a goblin trader were here, they would have informed Wang Jiu that this item was called a Demon's Heart. It was a bloodthirsty item that could amplify group physical damage and, in turn, inflict a proportional amount of damage to the target's HP.
He drained all of his spirit power to activate it.
At the same time, at the seven fixed star positions—Deyang's Tianlong Temple, Garze's Laolonggou and Danba County, Aba's Heishui County and Amu Township, Jiuzhaigou, and Emei Mountain—a terrifying earthquake occurred, followed by an explosion that engulfed the forests and mountains.
The shell exploded, and the core within released infinite power, leveling mountains and sweeping away all living things.
Including the Undead Race, and including the human alliance army.
In any case, everything was wiped out in one fell swoop.
In Mianyang's Butterfly Valley, Zhou Yan stood with his people outside the mountains, his eyes reflecting the brilliant light of the explosion. He was filled with elation and excitement. It worked. It finally worked!
The plan had gone off without a hitch. It seemed that Wang Jiu really hadn't seen through it.
She was probably dead on Emei Mountain by now.
Of course, she wasn't the only one who died.
The commotion was naturally terrifying. The tremors were so strong that even people in Chengdu, Sichuan, could feel them.
Meanwhile, in the inconspicuous ravine, the incredibly powerful young prophet who had just exhausted his spirit power to activate the array stared in disbelief at the old man who had just run him through with a longsword.
The sting is in the wasp's tail, but the deadliest poison is in an old man's heart.
This damn old man was rotten to the core.
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