Chapter 202, Warhammer Party Core Member.

Chapter 202, Warhammer Party Core Member.

Outside, a loud commotion suddenly erupted.

The two gang members who had fled returned with more people, at least forty or fifty of them.

They held torches, listening as the two recounted what had just happened.

Inside the house, Wu Heng cast [Raise Corpse] on the bodies.

The three corpses blocking the door rose to their feet.

They staggered forward, bending down to pick up the weapons that had fallen to the ground.

Duke and Marta instinctively took a step back.

It was the first time they had seen Wu Heng use the Raise Corpse spell, almost forgetting that their captain was a necromancer.

Once they confirmed the corpses posed no threat, they quickly regained their composure.

It didn't matter what tricks were used now, as long as they could resolve the current situation.

Wu Heng glanced at the gang members outside and gave the order, "Fight your way out!"

The three Rotten corpses turned around and walked out of the wooden house.

Their rotting faces looked at the gathering gang members in the distance, and they charged with their weapons raised.

The dim night offered little visibility, with only the torches providing limited light.

When the gang members saw their recently dead comrades running toward them, they froze.

"You're okay?"

"Why are you running? What's going on?"

Someone noticed something was wrong and shouted.

But the Rotten corpses didn't respond, their pace quickening like wild beasts, breaking into a sprint.

"They're not human! Shoot them!"

The gang members quickly realized the situation and ordered their archers to fire.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!

Arrows and crossbow bolts flew through the air, piercing the charging corpses.

The Rotten corpses only staggered as they continued forward, arrows lodged in their bodies, pouncing on the crowd.

But as soon as they reached the gang, they were overwhelmed and beaten to death.

Their bodies lay still on the ground.

One of the gang members stepped on a corpse, holding his torch closer for a better look, "Rotten corpses! Someone turned them into Rotten corpses!"

Rotten corpses.

Everyone frowned.

They had heard the people inside were guild members, but how could they turn the dead into Rotten corpses?

Before they could figure it out.

Boom, boom, boom~!

The three fallen bodies suddenly exploded like balloons.

A thick green smoke instantly spread across the area.

In the blink of an eye, the gathered gang members were engulfed.

Coughing and retching, they grew dizzy and their vision blurred.

"Damn it, it's poison! Spread out, don't gather here!" someone shouted.

Stumbling, the group tried to disperse.

At that moment, a sharp crack sounded from afar.

Boom, boom, boom~!

Gunfire erupted, and Bagdong and Fireblade emerged from the building with assault rifles.

The undead could see through the smoke and darkness, easily targeting the figures within the poison cloud.

Bullets rained down, and the air was filled with anguished cries.

Wu Heng activated [Bone Armor], encasing his body in a chilling bone structure, leaving only small gaps around his eyes and mouth.

He led his squad out of the wooden house.

He glanced at the poison cloud and the gang members struggling to escape.

"Pair up and kill those who make it out. Don't hold back," he ordered.

"Yes, Captain."

The group nodded and quickly rushed out, attacking the poisoned gang members.

The battle ended swiftly.

As the smoke dissipated, bodies littered the ground.

"More people are coming, and there's quite a lot of them." Marta hurried over to report.

They were likely drawn by the gunfire.

"Whose side are they on?"

"Same as these guys, with white armbands."

So they were from the same faction.

Wu Heng nodded, "Go, gather all the nearby bodies, doesn't matter whose. As long as it's a body, bring it."

"Got it!" Marta quickly went to work.

With the others, they gathered all the nearby bodies and piled them together.

Including the gang members who had just died.

They collected about seventy or eighty corpses, most dressed as gang members or mercenaries.

Once they had enough.

Wu Heng cast [Battlefield of the Dead], and all the corpses rose as Rotten corpses, swaying on their feet.

"Pick up the weapons." All the Rotten corpses bent down, picking up the scattered weapons.

Soon, the group Marta had mentioned rushed over from one side.

Humans and orcs alike frowned at the sight of the many Rotten corpses in the darkness.

After confirming the white armbands on their arms, Wu Heng gave the order, "Attack!"

Whoosh~!

The Rotten corpses immediately charged forward.

They rushed headlong into the enemy, and the sound of battle quickly filled the air.

......

At the city wall.

The gates were wide open, and a large number of Warhammer Party members poured into the city, attacking the city's guards.

These people were strong and wore dark iron armor.

In terms of equipment, they were no worse than the Iron Guard Knights, and they fought fiercely, displaying extraordinary combat prowess.

A fierce battle broke out beneath the city wall.

Bodies littered the ground, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

The Iron Guard Knights and the assisting gang members formed a shield wall, trying to hold their ground.

No one had expected that a moment of carelessness would lead to the city gate being thrown wide open.

At that moment, the Warhammer Party's attack slowed.

The crowd parted, making way for a single individual to walk through.

A towering orc clad in blood-red iron armor, carrying a massive toothed battle axe, swaggered forward.

He glanced at the shield wall ahead.

Gripping his battle axe with both hands, he stomped the ground and shot forward like a cannonball.

Boom~!

With a deafening crash.

The battle axe swung down, slamming into a shield.

The shield bearer was sent flying three or four meters, crashing into a group of people behind him.

The orc and the Warhammer Party charged into the ranks, his battle axe spinning like a whirlwind, cutting down everything in its path.

Those who stood in his way were torn to shreds, their bodies mangled beyond recognition.

In the blink of an eye, the Iron Guard's formation was shattered.

At least ten people died instantly.

The orc stood tall in the midst of the carnage, roaring, "Warhammer Party's Blood Axe - Nargzio! Those who stand in my way shall die!"

His voice boomed like thunder, echoing through the night sky.

The defenders' faces turned pale with fear as they stared at the towering orc.

"Damn it, it's a Warhammer Party core member."

"Blood Axe... wasn't he supposed to have died during the siege outside? How is he still here?"

"He's at least level 10! How can we fight him?"

A Warhammer Party core member.

It was him leading the assault on the city wall.

With the gates wide open and morale already crumbling, the arrival of a notorious core member shook everyone's resolve.

Their eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.

No one wanted to face such a terrifying foe.

Seeing that the ranks were on the verge of collapse.

The Iron Guard commander quickly shouted, "Notify the inner city! Blood Axe is here, we need reinforcements! Everyone else, hold the line and wait for help!"

His voice was loud, but no one dared stand against a Warhammer Party core member.

As the massive orc advanced, the defenders retreated step by step.

Their morale had already been crushed.

The assisting gang leaders also shouted loudly, "Fight back! We all have heads on our shoulders! What's there to be afraid of?"

Their voices boomed, but they showed no intention of stepping forward.

They kept urging others to block the Warhammer Party's advance.

Blood Axe from the Warhammer Party had a bounty of three merits.

This meant his level was at least 10, possibly as high as 12 or 13.

His battle axe had earned him his fearsome reputation.

Orcs were naturally strong and vigorous, radiating a bloodthirsty aura.

Anyone who went up against him would be courting death.

They would simply be another victim for his axe.

......

Seeing the city guards' fear, the Warhammer Party's killing intent surged.

They charged into the crowd like madmen, relentlessly killing their targets.

Blood Axe laughed wildly, "Kill them all! Tonight we take the city, sleep with their women, and live in the inner city!"

"Sleep with their women, live in the inner city!" the others shouted in unison, their morale surging.

With that, the Warhammer Party launched a frenzied assault.

They tore through the formations like a hot knife through butter.

The Iron Guard Knights scrambled to respond, and the assisting gang members, who had little will to fight, turned and fled at the sight of such ferocity.

In an instant, chaos erupted, and the casualties mounted.

"Something's happening over there!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

The Warhammer Party slowed their advance and turned toward the sound.

Thick green smoke was billowing out of a nearby alley.

......

The dark green smoke spread from the alley.

Amid the smoke, disorganized footsteps echoed.

Under the faint moonlight, silhouettes emerged from the fog, becoming clearer as they approached like ghosts.

These figures moved stiffly, wearing various types of armor.

Their exposed skin revealed torn flesh, but no blood flowed from the wounds.

"Necrotic Rotten corpses?" Blood Axe narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the approaching horde.

Rentam City was full of all kinds of people, so hearing about a necromancer in the city wasn't surprising.

But the scale in front of him...

As the Rotten corpses neared the alley entrance, they suddenly became agitated.

Their pace quickened, shifting from a walk to a sprint, charging like crazed beasts at the Warhammer Party.

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

Blood Axe snorted, kicking one zombie away and swinging his battle axe, cutting five or six more in half.

Blood and organs sprayed out like scattered petals, splattering the surroundings.

"So fragile!" Blood Axe scoffed. "You lot keep killing the Iron Guard. The rest of you, come with me and deal with these Rotten corpses."

"Yes!" the others responded, following him to cut down the Rotten corpses.

Blood Axe swung his battle axe with relentless force, leading the Warhammer Party in slaughtering the oncoming Rotten corpses.

Just as the fight was heating up.

Boom, boom, boom~!

Explosions rang out as the slain bodies began to burst, releasing thick, dense smoke.

The more they killed, the more bodies exploded, and the smoke grew even thicker.

In an instant, the entire area was engulfed.

Blood Axe's expression changed drastically—no one had expected the bodies to be filled with poison.

Damn it.

The Rotten corpses kept charging, but every time one was killed, it unleashed a cloud of poisonous smoke.

If they didn't kill them, the Rotten corpses would keep attacking.

Blood Axe cast a cold glance in the direction the Rotten corpses were coming from.

Searching for the necromancer behind the attack.