Global Lords: The Undead's Mobile Fortress

’So strong!’

’I’ve become so strong!’

The Demonized Human grew more and more ecstatic. The difference between its state before and after Demon Transformation was like night and day!

This was the very "growth" that Demonized Creatures so desperately pursued!

A hurdle that most Demonized Creatures could never overcome in their entire lives, yet it had been achieved with the help of the Soul Fire.

"Kill the Undead!"

After its Demon Transformation, the Demonized Human extended a claw, pointed at the distant Undead, and said to the other Demonized Creatures.

With the successfully transformed Demonized Human as their Motivation, the Demonized Creatures stopped thinking and madly charged forward one after another. They, too, wanted to undergo Demon Transformation—that was their ultimate goal!

No one knew what the final form of a Demonized Creature looked like. They only knew they had to spend their entire lives pursuing strength. As for how strong they had to be before they could stop, they had no idea. All they knew was that only through "growth and evolution" could they become even stronger!

Underground, Demonized Creatures who had undergone Demon Transformation were a rare sight. One had to endure untold hardships and have a stroke of luck to reach that stage. But now, they saw their opportunity.

The power of an example was a potent thing. The creatures were already difficult to hold back; this would make things even more troublesome.

’Heh, fate just loves to mess with me.’

Li Ziyu gripped the battlements, looking down at the battlefield with a self-deprecating smile. At this point, he was out of options. He’d played all his trump cards and used every trick up his sleeve. How long had he even been in this world? To have accomplished this much in such a barren place was something to be proud of.

But man proposes, and God disposes. Who could have predicted the Demonized Creatures would follow them here and charge out at such a critical moment?

He’d wanted to get more Alien Undead to deal with the Alliance Army. He had succeeded, but in doing so, he’d also gained a huge new set of enemies—enemies who had now become the straw that broke the camel’s back.

If it weren’t for these Demonized Creatures, the Alliance Army might have already collapsed, and he would be celebrating his victory. But their appearance meant all his hard work was for naught.

Resisting now was merely delaying the inevitable.

’It’s time to retreat,’ Li Ziyu thought to himself.

If he wanted to leave, neither the Alliance Army nor the Demonized Creatures could stop him. For the moment, they had no way of dealing with the Undead Fortress.

Though his losses would be heavy, he would at least escape with his life and have a chance to make a comeback someday.

He glanced in two other directions, toward where Liu Xingxing and Zhang Peng were stationed. They had also been plunged into a bitter fight.

They didn’t have an endless supply of Undead; they could only rely on their Mobile Fortresses to rampage through the enemy. The Alliance Army forces that weren’t focused on the Undead Fortress had already begun attacking them, and they probably wouldn’t last much longer.

Opening the system interface, Li Ziyu prepared to send a private message to his two allies, telling them to stop fighting and retreat.

But before he could send it, he suddenly heard the rumble of horse hoofs.

"A large number of life signatures are approaching rapidly!" an Undead reported, materializing out of the wall beside him.

’Holy crap, there are still more enemies?!’

Li Ziyu scrambled to send the retreat message while simultaneously ordering the fortress to turn around. He couldn’t hesitate. Any more delay and he’d lose everything. If they ran now, the losses would at least be smaller!

[Private Chat]

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: It’s a failure. Retreat.

Treasure Hunting Star: Roger!

Conscience Merchant: Wait, Boss! Things are turning around!

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: What do you mean? You have another trick up your sleeve?

Conscience Merchant: Not from me, but reinforcements have definitely arrived!

Don’t Want to Get a Driver’s License: Where would we get reinforcements from?

Li Ziyu stared at the messages on the screen, momentarily stunned. ’Reinforcements? Since when do I have reinforcements? Where would they even come from? Has Zhang Peng gone crazy?’

DOOO—DOO-DOO—

The deep, mournful sound of a Cow Horn Trumpet echoed, intermingled with another peculiar sound, like a person singing with a raspy voice.

Meanwhile, the thundering of hooves grew faster and more urgent.

Another message from Zhang Peng arrived.

Conscience Merchant: Boss, you hear that? The sound of the horn and the throat singing.

’The horn, I heard. But throat singing... huh?’

’That strange sound mixed in with the Cow Horn Trumpet... that’s throat singing?’

’You’ve got to be kidding me. How could throat singing be that loud? Even with a microphone, it’s impossible for the sound to carry this far!’