Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge - Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Chapter 251: Entering the Third Layer, Foreign Team Attacked_2

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Having just pledged loyalty to a new master, if they can’t even complete the first task assigned, then their future status was hardly difficult to imagine.

You must understand, the new master had control of an epic BOSS team, and even a ghost dragon legion comprising entirely of lord-level BOSSes.

If they couldn’t demonstrate their worth, they would likely be used as cannon fodder by the new master eventually.

Nobody wanted their kind to end up as mere cannon fodder on the battlefield, so they had to give it their all, two hundred percent, to exterminate these invaders!

Gill led the entire team forward, but their speed kept decreasing.

There was no helping it; the BOSSes inside the undead castle were just too difficult to deal with.

Apart from the initial probing, all subsequent attacks were group ambushes, each time targeting them unexpectedly.

This caused their resource consumption to skyrocket. The various items and tactics they had prepared for the epic BOSS in the core area underground had already been depleted in these battles.

In order not to waste the supplies they had brought excessively, they had to be extra cautious, resulting in their painfully slow progress.

“Damn it, these plaster people only know how to slack off; I really want to throw them out to be used as a meat shield!”

Glancing back at the plaster nationals who were lagging behind the team, Gill cursed under his breath, truly wishing he could grab Yamamoto Ichio by the neck and toss him to the undead BOSSes.

“Gill, to be honest, we don’t need so many plaster nationals just to paint the runes; we could totally use them as bait.”

William, who was following behind Gill, quietly approached and whispered into his ear.

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It wasn’t just Gill who was displeased; other national teams were also dissatisfied with the plaster nationals.

Why should they be always at the front clearing obstacles and providing various resources to guard against the surprise attacks of the undead BOSSes?

While these plaster people reaped the benefits, doing nothing to contribute?

“Not yet, killing them now would disrupt our plans for later. However, once we enter the interior of the Great Yuan Empire, I’ll make those little dwarfs’ lives a living hell!”

In the Great Yuan Empire, these little dwarfs would serve as the best collectors of hatred. Once some collaborators leak their position, people from the Great Yuan Empire would surely send a great number of members to torture them to death.

They could then use these plaster nationals to stage a diversion, while they proceed with the mission assigned by their superiors.

“I want to kill them right now.”

William shrugged his shoulders, complaining with a face full of displeasure.

“Enemy attack!”

Suddenly, a shout rang out, and the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, as a massive gloomy wind transformed into a pitch-black miasma storm, assaulting them.

“Oh, NO! Fuck! This is the Death Storm! A solid Minor Forbidden Spell magic!”

Gill turned around abruptly and saw a huge whirlwind storm rising into the sky. The massive miasma overwhelmed them, making it hard to breathe, and their spirits trembled.

“Damn it! Quickly use the Holy Shield Technique!”

Noticing the tornado’s rapid progress, covering thousands of meters in just a few seconds, Gill made a split-second decision to play one of his ace cards.

Suddenly, a huge golden tortoise shell enveloped the entire team, shielding all four hundred or so members within it.

It was at the very moment that the oversized Holy Shield Technique formed that the Death Storm struck.

The wind howled, the miasma sprawled, and the colossal death tornado, with its ferocious power, began hammering the Holy Shield Technique.

The sound of “crack” constantly resonated on the eggshell formed by the Holy Shield Technique.

Cracks appeared on the eggshell, spreading and splintering rapidly.

Each second, several more cracks would appear on the shell, while the Death Storm, controlled by a host of undead BOSSes, kept ravaging the Holy Shield Technique.

However, the Holy Shield Technique, as the most effective life-saving skill of Holy Light Professionals, especially one performed from a fourth-order scroll, was still intact.

The power of Holy Light swelled within it, repairing the cracks on the eggshell to keep up with the destruction caused by the Death Storm.

Flashes of Holy Light, patching the eggshell, managed to maintain equilibrium with the assault from the Death Storm.

“Fuck, how long is this damned Death Storm going to last?”

Gill swore angrily, his face filled with immense worry.

This super-sized Holy Shield Technique was formed from a special Fourth Order scroll, truly unrivaled in defense.

But the thing is a one-time item; once used, either the Holy Light Energy is exhausted, causing the Holy Shield Technique to dissipate,

or it only lasts for half an hour, after which the Holy Light Energy will automatically vanish into thin air.

At this moment, surrounding the Holy Shield Technique is the raging Death Storm, a Minor Forbidden Spell inflicting damage of up to millions per second.

Even though the Holy Shield Technique can withstand it at the moment, don’t forget, the Holy Light Energy it contains, though immense, is still limited!

If the Death Storm rages for too long, then the Holy Shield Technique will inevitably break prematurely!

“A Minor Forbidden Spell demands a very high Magic Power consumption, and just to maintain it requires a huge amount; it shouldn’t last much longer.”

William, standing to the side, showed not a hint of worry on his face; he even seemed to admire the havoc of the tornado.

“This is a combined spell from the Undead Bosses, god knows how deep their Magic Power is, we must make a move and better break their unity!”

Gill was not optimistic at all, even felt like cursing, sensing that the teammates he brought were all useless, totally unreliable!

“Gill, don’t worry. Those shitty Undead Bosses, how many times have they ambushed us? Have you ever seen a Lord Level Undead Boss? As long as there aren’t several Undead Lords in command, such a Minor Forbidden Spell can’t last long.”

The Magic Power consumed by this thing is far too great, and the preparation time is also very lengthy.

Now that the Death Storm has been unleashed, it goes without saying, those Undead Bosses’ previous ambushes on them were just to bide time.

This indicates that the opponent doesn’t have several Lord Bosses; otherwise, there would be no need for such hassle.

All they would need is multiple Lord Bosses to ambush and focus their skills on one person, definitely causing their team to suffer heavy casualties.

“I hope you’re right.”

Gill rarely agreed with his viewpoint.

And on the top platform of a tower more than a thousand meters away, eight Undead Lord Bosses were jointly casting the spell.

Next to these Bosses were a large number of heroes and rare Bosses, while the elite Bosses were all gathered on the streets below the tower, constantly waiting for orders from their boss.

“Gash, these damned humans, they’re probably still dreaming that we can’t hold out much longer.”

With the total Magic Power of the Lord Bosses, casting the Death Storm was not difficult, but maintaining this Minor Forbidden Spell was not easy.

But now it’s different, with eight Lord Bosses jointly casting and sharing their Magic Power, they could sustain this Minor Forbidden Spell for an hour without draining their Magic Power.

Moreover, with the aid of a crowd of heroes and rare Bosses, the Death Storm not only becomes stronger, but its duration also becomes significantly longer.

If no one interrupts their casting and control, letting the Death Storm rage for three hours is not an issue at all!

That would be truly terrifying.

The teams from abroad would never dream that the Bosses within this Necro Realm each had become cunning, their intelligence not suppressed by the realm’s rules in the slightest.

Therefore, each one was cunning and ruthless, not hesitating to exploit them mercilessly.

The previous attacks on these foreigners were indeed rare Bosses leading elite Bosses to act, truly to buy time for them to launch the Minor Forbidden Spell.

However, it was also a display of weakness, just to hit them with a major surprise attack at once, draining a large number of their trump cards.

At the same time, they had prepared a different trump card.

You should know, of the eight Undead clans, only Skeletons, Zombies, Ghouls, Spectres, and Vampires had clashed with these foreigners.

The other three clans had not yet revealed themselves.

And among these three clans, two are the strongest in the eight Undead clans.

The Bone Dragon Legion and the Dark Knight Legion, these two armies catching them off guard, could definitely kill many of their people.

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