Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 946: Chapter 594, died at the first sentence_3

“Unless what?”

“Unless you surrender and willingly hand over Black Horn City.”

Bang!

Odys smashed the armrest of the throne with his fist, breaking it into two pieces.

Since becoming an Undead, he had never felt such rage before.

Even though his emotions were barely existent.

“Someone…”

Click, click!

Two White Bone guards walked in.

Odys said coldly, “Take him out and extinguish his soul.”

“My king, King Odys, it wasn’t me who said it, it was that woman who said it, my king.”

The kneeling Undead loudly objected.

Being merely a messenger, he didn’t understand why the anger was directed at him.

Seeing Odys unmoved, and with no officials pleading on his behalf,

he knew he was doomed to die.

He stopped pleading and roared loudly, “That woman also said something else!”

“Release him!” Odys ordered.

The Undead, already dragged to the doorway, had his arms released.

The Undead stood up, his gaze sweeping over the people once again.

“What else did the woman say?” asked Odys.

The Undead, looking directly at Odys and then at everyone present, said, “That woman said her army would definitely conquer the city, and those who don’t want to die with Odys should seek a way out sooner.”

Bang!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Odys leapt up.

Like a lion hunting prey, he crossed the great hall and pounced on the Undead at the doorway.

Bang!

A slap came down.

Instantly crushing the Undead’s skull, and the Soul Fire rapidly extinguished.

Odys’s cruelty and ferocity made all the Undead present tense.

At that moment, a wrong word or deed could also provoke Odys’s wrath.

They had already acquired immortal lives.

Did they really want to die here with him?

Utter silence filled the room.

Only the sound of Odys walking back echoed through the hall.

When Odys returned to his throne, which now bore cracks, and sat down,

he finally spoke, “All city prepare for battle. From today, any official who tries to leave Black Horn City on their own will be directly exterminated.”

All the Undead’s hearts tightened again.

Odys was binding everyone together.

To die together.

“Yes.”

Nobody dared have any other thoughts, and they could only respectfully agree.

…

Black Horn City, Viscera Museum.

Accompanied by his trusted aide, Odys walked straight into the museum.

The busy priests paused their work and bowed deeply to Odys.

Soon, three robe-clad, staff-holding Corpse Witches descended from the second floor.

The one at the front, clad in a gray robe with golden embroidery, was none other than ‘The Corpse Witch – Yarlin,’ who had negotiated with the Federation.

“King Odys,” the Corpse Witches greeted.

Odys nodded and said to the others, “Go back to your tasks.”

The two other Corpse Witches, along with the priests, left.

The two stood outside the museum, stopping at the doorway.

Odys then asked, “Yarlin, Black Horn City is surrounded by the Blood Clan’s army. This is our last chance. Do you have any solutions?”

Leaning on his staff, Yarlin gazed towards the city center, where half of the Queen’s Gold Tower had been shorn away.

Indeed, the ‘Kingdom of Anglina’ was no more, and now this city was at its end as well.

After a moment of thought, he said softly, “Are you sure the enemy is the Blood Clan? Do they have the capabilities to gather such a vast number of Undead troops?”