The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 235: 201, Backbone of the Hammer Party_1

Chapter 235: Chapter 201, Backbone of the Hammer Party_1

Suddenly, a tumultuous uproar echoed from outside.

The two gang members, who had retreated and now returned, brought more people with them, a throng of at least forty or fifty people.

Torches held high, they stood outside, listening to the description of the situation just moments ago.

Inside the house, Wu Heng focused on the corpses, casting the Corpse Manipulation Skill directly.

The three corpses blocking the doorway stood up one after another.

Their steps faltered as they bent down to pick up the weapons that had fallen to the ground.

Duke, Mata and the others instinctively took a step back.

This was their first time seeing Wu Heng use necromantic magic. They’d nearly forgotten that their leader was a Necromancer.

As soon as they confirmed that the corpses posed no danger, they quickly regained their composure.

At this point, the type of tactic used was no longer important, as long as it could resolve their current predicament.

Wu Heng glanced at the gang members outside and commanded directly, “Break out!”

The three carrion bodies turned around and stepped out of the wooden house.

With their decaying faces, they looked towards the assembled gang members in the distance, weapon in hand, and charged directly towards them.

The night was dark, and the torches provided limited illumination.

Seeing their recently deceased companions rushing towards them, the gang members were momentarily stunned.

“Are you guys okay?”

“Why are you running? What happened?”

Someone realized something was wrong and began shouting loudly.

But the carrion didn’t respond. Their pace quickened and like wild beasts, they began to run.

“They’re not human, fire arrows.”

The rearguard reacted promptly and commanded the archers to fire.

Whizz, whizz!

Bolts from the crossbows shot out and pierced the rushing bodies in an instant.

Yet, the charging individuals merely swayed in their stride, with arrows protruding from their bodies, they lunged at the crowd.

They had just charged past when they were beaten to death by the assembled gang members.

Their bodies fell to the ground.

A man stepped on the fallen bodies and held a torch closer, “Carrion! Someone turned them into carrion!” he said.

Carrion.

All the people furrowed their brows.

Weren’t the people inside from the Association? How were they able to transform people into carrion?

However, before they could figure it out.

Bang, bang, bang!

The three fallen bodies exploded like overinflated balloons.

A dense green mist filled the area instantly, enveloping the gathered gang members.

Coughing and retching, dizzy and disoriented, their vision completely obscured.

“Damn it, it’s toxic! Everyone, spread out, don’t stay together!” someone shouted.

People began scrambling to get away, stumbling and bumbling around.

Then, from afar, another round of piercing explosions ensued.

Bang, bang, bang!

Loud gunfire sounded from the front, Bawudong and Blazing Blade walked out of the building wielding assault rifles.

The undead’s vision was unaffected by the smoke and darkness, allowing them to clearly aim at the figures in the poisonous fog.

Dense bullets poured out, causing immediate wails of pain.

Wu Heng cast the White Bone Armor spell, his body enveloped in bone-chilling white bones, leaving only his eyes and nostrils visible.

Leading his team members, he stepped out of the wooden house.

He surveyed the poisonous mist and the struggling gang members emerging from it.

He gave the order, “Two people to a group, go kill those who escaped. Show no mercy.”

“Yes, captain.”

The team members nodded and charged out quickly, attacking the poisoned gang members.

The fight ended swiftly.

The smoke dispersed, leaving a field of corpses on the ground.

“More people are coming, and there’s a lot of them.” Mata rushed over and reported directly.

They must have been drawn by the sound of gunfire.

“Whose side are they on?”

“Like them, they’re wearing white armbands.”

It seemed they were from the same enemy faction.

Wu Heng nodded, “Go, order everyone to bring all nearby bodies here. Doesn’t matter whose they are, as long as they are corpses.”

“Okay!” Mata quickly went down.

Along with the others, he moved all the nearby bodies and dumped them in one pile.

Together with the gang members who had just died.

A total of about seventy or eighty bodies had been gathered, all apparent to be gang members or mercenaries based on their attire.

They had gathered enough.

Wu Heng cast the Dead Bones Battlefield spell, and all the bodies on the ground transformed into carrion, shaking as they stood up.

“Pick up your weapons.” All of the carrion bodies bent over to pick up the weapons on the ground, holding them in their hands.

Sure enough, the people Mata mentioned quickly rushed in from one side.

Both humans and beastmen, they frowned at the multitude of carrion bodies looming in the darkness.

Wu Heng noticed the white armband on their arms, then issued the order, “Attack!”

Swoosh!

The carrion standing in place started to run.

They charged towards the opposing enemy.

For a moment, the sounds of battle filled the area.

…

In the city’s wall area.

The city gates were wide open, allowing a vast number of Hammer Party members to flood into the city, attacking the city’s defense squadron at the front.

These members were robust, clad in dark iron armor.

Considering their equipment, they were no less formidable than the Iron Guard Knights, and were extremely fierce, demonstrating formidable combat strength.

The two sides engaged in fierce battle at the foot of the city wall.

Bodies littered the ground, severed limbs scattered everywhere.

The Iron Guard Knights and the allied gang members formed a shield formation, resisting steadfastly.

No one had expected that a moment of negligence would lead to the city gate being opened straightaway.

At that moment, the momentum of the Warhammer Party suddenly waned.

The crowd split left and right, leaving a path wide enough for just one person to pass.

A tall, burly Beastman in crimson iron armor, shouldering a massive toothed war-axe, lumbered in.

He scanned the line of shields before him.

With both hands gripping his war-axe, he pushed off the ground and catapulted himself forward.

Bang~!

A thunderous crash.

The war-axe swung and struck the shield.

Instantly, the member holding the shield was thrown back three to four meters, overturning a number of people behind him.

The Beastman, along with the members of the Warhammer Party, plunged into their midst, with his war-axe spinning like a whirlwind, reaping all enemies surrounding him.

Those who tried to resist fell to pieces, their end pitiful beyond words.

In the blink of an eye, the formation of the Iron Guard Knights crumbled.

No less than ten fell immediately.

The beastman stood firm, roaring, “Blood Axe Nagazio of the Warhammer Party, death awaits those who dare stand in my path!”

The sound resounded like a bell tolling in the night, echoing back and forth.

The faces of the defenders instantly changed color, staring fearfully at the towering beastman in the middle.

“Damn, he’s a core member of the Warhammer Party.”

“The Blood Axe, wasn’t he supposed to have been besieged and killed outside? How come he’s still here?”

“He must be at least level 10, how can we fight that!”

A core member of the Warhammer Party.

Incredibly, he was leading the attack on these city walls.

With the city gate wide open and morale already low, the addition of this infamous member seared fear into the hearts of the defenders.

Eyes darted around frantically, seeking an escape route.

Nobody wanted to face such a killing machine.

Seeing signs of a collapse in the ranks.

The commander of the Iron Guard hurriedly shouted, “Inform the inner city that Blood Axe is here, call for reinforcements, the rest of you maintain formation and wait for backup.”

His voice rang loud and clear, but facing a core member of the Warhammer Party, few dared to confront him directly.

As the towering beastman advanced step by step, they gradually retreated.

In terms of morale, they were already at a disadvantage.

The several gang leaders cooperating with the defense also yelled, “To kill the enemy, who is not carrying his head on his shoulders, what are we afraid of!”

Their voices shook the heavens, but their feet showed no intention of advancing.

Instead, they continued to urge others to block the advancing Warhammer Party.

Blood Axe of the Warhammer Party, a man with a three-tier medal hanging from the wanted list.

This represented that his level was definitely over ten, perhaps even reaching twelve or thirteen.

His war-axe had cut out quite a notoriety for him.

Beastmen are naturally robust, with vigorous vitality and a murderous red aura emanating from their bodies.

Now, anyone who went up against him would be asking for death.

If they did, they would just be fodder for their enemy.

…

Seeing the fear in the city guards, the Warhammer Party’s killing intent increased further.

They rushed into the crowd like madmen, relentlessly slaughtering their targets.

Blood Axe laughed heartily, “Eradicate them all, take the city tonight, sleep with their women, live in the inner city area.”

“Sleep with their women, live in the inner city area!” The crowd echoed in unison, their morale soaring.

At his command, the Warhammer Party began a frenzied attack.

The Warhammer Party was unstoppable, breaking through their lines.

The knights scrambled to respond, while the allied gang members, who had little will to fight, fled at the sight of such a ferocious enemy.

In an instant, chaos ensued and casualties were countless.

“There’s movement over there!”

Suddenly someone shouted loud.

The attacking Warhammer Party suddenly slowed their rhythm, all turning to look in the same direction.

From a side alley, thick green smoke began billowing out.

…

The murky green smoke spread from the alley.

Then came the sounds of disorderly footsteps.

Unsteady figures could be detected through the smoky shroud thanks to the sparse light of the cold moon. As they came closer and closer, they became increasingly defined.

The figures moved rigidly, dressed in mismatched armor.

Bare skin displayed flesh turned inside out, but no blood was shed.

“Undead carrion?” narrowed his eyes at the sudden appearance of this contingent.

Lundham was a melting pot of various elements, so it wasn’t surprising to find a Necromancer in the city.

But the scale of what was before his eyes…

The carrion slowly neared, and when they neared the alley’s mouth, they suddenly exhibited agitation.

The steady forward trudge gradually increased, then it transitioned from walking to running. Like maddened beasts, they lunged at the members of the Warhammer Party.

In the blink of an eye, they travelled the distance and were upon them.

Blood Axe snorted coldly, kicking away a corpse and sweeping his war-axe, cleaving off the upper bodies of five or six carrions that pounced.

Blood and viscera exploded in all directions, showering the vicinity.

“So fragile!” Blood Axe muttered, “You guys continue to kill the Iron Guard Knights and the rest follow me to kill these carrions.”

“Yes!” The others responded and went to slay the carrions.

Blood Axe continued to swing his war-axe, leading the warhammer party to kill the oncoming carrions.

As they were basking in the joy of slaying.

Boom boom boom~!

A series of violent explosions echoed as all the carrions they had killed detonated, releasing thick smoke.

The faster they killed, the more carcasses there were, and the denser the smoke got.

In an instant, it covered the entire area.

Blood Axe’s face changed dramatically. Nobody had anticipated that the corpses would harbor poison within.

Damn it.

The undead relentlessly advanced, but killing them only unleashed poisonous fumes.

If they didn’t kill, the undead would continue to attack.

The chilling gaze shifted towards the direction the carrions were coming from.

Searching for the figure of the Necromancer.