Chapter 205: What's happened to you?

Chapter 205: What's happened to you?

Wen Mansa's expression was grim, filled with resentment.

The mobilization of gang members by the City Hall, everyone knew the true purpose behind it.

During normal times, they were tasked with coordinated defense, but in times of war or special circumstances, they were pushed to the front as cannon fodder.

No one expected that they would be singled out and used as human shields.

Even the Iron Guard Knights couldn't stop the Warhammer Party.

If they went out, they wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

"Everyone, pushing a woman like me out there, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock in the future?" Wen Mansa continued.

Someone sneered, "Wen Mansa, we're all gang leaders. We weigh the pros and cons when we act. Who cares about men or women here? This isn't the bedroom. You have to follow orders once the leader assigns a task."

The leader of the knight regiment glanced at the Warhammer Party, still cutting down madly.

He said bluntly, "Wen Mansa, if you don't follow orders, I'll kill you right now."

Wen Mansa looked at the few people surrounding her, gritted her teeth, and said, "Fine, I'll do it!"

The middle-aged leader immediately said, "Spikes Gang, move forward and cover the others as they retreat. We'll set up a defensive circle along the way and wait for you."

Members of the Spikes Gang were driven forward like prisoners to face the enemy.

They charged headfirst into the rampaging Warhammer Party.

Being a small gang, they had no strength to oppose the Warhammer Party.

In an instant, they were slaughtered, bodies thrown to the ground, screams echoing all around.

The remaining people, once freed from the Warhammer Party's clutches, immediately turned and ran, fleeing quickly.

In an instant, most of them had scattered.

...…

"When did you start suspecting Burke?" asked the swordsman Gaul Bory nearby.

Wu Heng continued forward with the army of corpses, glancing at him. "Why do you ask?"

"Thinking about it now, you've been paying attention to him for some time. You must have suspected him earlier," Gaul Bory continued.

"He was recommended by City Hall. The association recruits talent but rarely connects with local powers. Doesn't that strike you as odd?" Wu Heng said casually.

Gaul Bory fell into thought and then asked, "Are you suspecting the steward? He's the only one who could've authorized this."

"The steward likely doesn't know about this either, or perhaps some special connection allowed him in. He's dead now, nothing more to say." Wu Heng replied.

Steward Gomes probably didn't know the other side's true intentions.

After all, Gaul Bory himself was Gomes' planted spy, and it wouldn't make sense to bring in two informants at once.

Wu Heng didn't care; now that the man was dead, it didn't matter.

Rentam City was in chaos, and all conflicts would be laid bare. There was nothing to fear anymore.

Who would survive until the end was anyone's guess, so why overthink it?

"Mm!" Gaul Bory fell silent.

The group passed through a narrow alley, directly reaching the main road toward the northern district.

Just as they stepped out, they saw a large number of deserters running towards the inner city.

Helmets and armor discarded, they were fleeing in disarray.

"Stop them!" Wu Heng ordered.

The army of corpses surged forward, blocking their path.

...…

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind and a scent of blood rushed in.

The fleeing soldiers suddenly halted in their tracks.

In unison, they lifted their heads, looking at the crowd blocking the road ahead.

When they saw the appearance of the group, all their faces changed. Some, too scared, stepped back a few paces.

The group ahead wore a mix of different outfits.

Warhammer Party, Iron Guard Knights, and gang members with distinctive equipment.

Their skin was dry and yellowed, wounds gaping open, like corpses that had crawled out of graves. Heads lolling to one side, arms hanging limply, holding various weapons.

Rotten corpses!

How could Rotten corpses appear in the city, and even come out from within?

Damn it!

The Spikes Gang can't hold out much longer, and now we're blocked by these Rotten corpses.

And there's quite a number of them.

Why was I so slow to run? Damn it.

At this moment, two figures walked out from behind the Rotten corpses.

Judging from their clothes and insignia, they were from the association.

"Why are you running?" Wu Heng asked, his eyes scanning the crowd. He didn't see Wen Mansa.

"The city gate was breached, by order of the City Lord's mansion… We, we followed the leader's orders and retreated to the inner city," one of them stammered, glancing back nervously as if afraid someone was chasing them.

"Where's the leader?" Wu Heng continued to ask.

"He, he ran. He was the first to flee!"

"What about the Spikes Gang? Did they make it out?"

At these words, the crowd froze, everyone falling silent.

Wu Heng narrowed his eyes, "Answer me!"

"The Spikes Gang… The leader ordered them to cover the retreat of the others. They're still behind, and the Warhammer Party is about to catch up. Please, let us pass!" A gang member pleaded anxiously.

The Warhammer Party is that fierce?

They've split their forces and still manage to crush everyone everywhere.

"How many are in the Warhammer Party? Who's leading them? Answer and you can go." Wu Heng said directly.

"A lot, the scene was chaotic, we don't know the exact number. Leading them is a core member of the Warhammer Party, she has a bounty from the association, an orc woman nicknamed Fang." The gang member spoke quickly.

After finishing, he continued, "Can we go now?"

Wu Heng waved his hand, and the Rotten corpses parted to make way.

"Th-thank you." The gang members scurried away.

Wu Heng looked ahead and gave an order, "Speed up, advance."

...…

On the battlefield, the Spikes Gang faced the Warhammer Party.

Helpless and fragile, like infants.

Even the Iron Guard Knights couldn't resist the Warhammer's might, let alone these gang members, who mainly dealt in theft and intelligence gathering.

They were quickly defeated, falling in droves.

Their only purpose now was to slow the Warhammer Party's advance or tire them out.

Wen Mansa, pale-faced, was dragged backward by her skeletal guards.

Her members kept dying in front of her.

Her vision was a sea of red, with severed limbs and splattered flesh everywhere.

It's over.

Looks like I'm going to die here today.

After all, gangs are like this, always fighting and killing. Many have been wiped out overnight.

I always knew this day would come.

But facing death, I still feel a bit of regret.

If Roche were still alive, would he have done better?

He was good at currying favor with the powerful and the big gangs.

If I survive, what will my future look like?

I still want to have a child for my master, to secure my position.

But now it seems like it's too late for everything.

"Sister-in-law, we'll cover you as you break out."

"Sister-in-law, if my mom asks, tell her I went out on a mission. I'll be back in a while."

Wen Mansa was shaken awake by the constant cries of "Sister-in-law."

But she didn't respond.

Can we really break out?

If we could, the Iron Guard Knights wouldn't be in such a mess.

"I'm sorry…" Wen Mansa murmured softly.

Just as everyone was feeling desperate, saying their final words to each other…

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of footsteps from behind.

Wen Mansa thought reinforcements from the inner city had arrived and quickly turned to look.

What she saw were Rotten corpses, neatly marching forward.

The Spikes Gang members' faces turned ashen.

These days, all kinds of weird things are happening.

Thump thump thump~!

The Rotten corpses, which had been walking, suddenly started running.

Just as the Spikes Gang was preparing to fight to the death, taking down a couple of enemies with them…

A voice came from afar, "Wen Mansa, tell your people to fall back."

Wen Mansa looked toward the rear of the Rotten corpses in surprise.

She didn't see anyone, but that voice, like a lifeline before drowning, made her heart skip a beat.

She glanced at the Warhammer Party, who had slowed their pace and looked wary.

She immediately said, "Fall back, don't attack these Rotten corpses."

The Spikes Gang began dragging and supporting their wounded, seizing the opportunity to retreat.

Meanwhile, the Rotten corpses charged forward like mad beasts, directly bypassing the gang members and plunging into the Warhammer Party's ranks.

Clang, clang, clang~!

The battle resumed.

The Rotten corpses charged in like suicide attackers, hacking and tearing, before falling to the ground.

Then, with a series of loud 'boom, boom, boom' explosions…

A thick green poisonous smoke suddenly rose, enveloping the entire area.

...…

Outside the inner city walls.

The battle raged from midnight until dawn.

The streets were littered with corpses, and thick smoke rose into the sky.

Inside a building near the inner city.

In the center of the room, on a wooden chair, sat a towering figure, four meters tall, with a muscular body. His gray-green skin was covered in black totem tattoos.

Thick beard and long hair, back straight, like a mighty lion.

A long-handled warhammer rested beside him, the blood on it still fresh.

Warhammer Party leader, Skull-Crusher Drajisha.

On either side of him sat two figures, one an orc wielding twin axes, the other a human warlock dressed in a dark green robe.

At this moment, the door opened.

A Warhammer Party scout entered, saying directly, "Boss, some members from the east gate reported they were attacked. The gate's been closed, and Blood Axe hasn't come out."

Hearing this report, Skull-Crusher's brows furrowed instantly.

Despite such tight planning, problems still arose.

"What about Ikhil?" Skull-Crusher asked.

"No word yet, maybe it's not over," the scout replied.

Both groups hadn't arrived.

This had reduced the final attacking force considerably.

"Boss, let me take some men to reclaim the walls," the twin-axe orc said, standing up.

Skull-Crusher closed his eyes in thought, then looked out the window at the sky and said, "We can't split our forces, or more problems will arise. Forget about them. The outer city isn't important. Focus on taking the inner city, then we'll deal with the rest."

What happens outside doesn't matter.

The foundation of power is in the inner city. Capturing it on time is the key.

"Understood, boss." The two core members had no objections.

Skull-Crusher stood up, dragging his long-handled warhammer as he walked outside.

Outside, a large number of troops and siege equipment were already gathered, ready to attack.

Besides the original Warhammer Party, there were also many gang members with white armbands tied around their arms.

The numbers were large, and the momentum overwhelming.

Skull-Crusher glanced at the distant walls of the inner city and gave the order, "Siege the city, take the inner city, and everyone gets land and spoils."

"Siege the city…"

"Siege the city~!"

The messengers ran out, loudly delivering the boss's orders.

"Charge~!"

Everyone roared as they rushed toward the inner city walls.

...…

On the northern city wall.

The corpses and the Warhammer Party were locked in fierce combat.

The intense sounds of battle filled the entire area.

Though the corpses had been turned into undead, they still retained their fighting skills and had no fear of death.

They threw themselves at the enemy, hacking, tearing, even biting with their mouths.

Using any means possible to kill the enemy.

Meanwhile.

The corpses that were killed began to explode.

Thick green poisonous gas instantly spread across the area.

Breathing became difficult, vision obscured.

The female orc wielding twin blades swung them in front of her continuously, forming a barrier of blades that shredded the charging corpses.

Her eyes swept the battlefield.

Her expression grew more solemn.

She hadn't expected there to be a necromancer in this city.

Continuing this would only lead to more casualties on her side.

"Retreat with me, let's go through another gate!" the female orc shouted.

But just as she finished speaking…

The poison gas suddenly parted, and a massive battle axe emerged from the green smoke, chopping down at her.

Clang~!

The female orc pushed off with her foot, leaping backward to avoid the strike.

She looked up sharply.

A tall skeleton wielding twin axes appeared, slowly advancing toward her.

The female orc's eyes widened, staring at the figure in shock.

She knew that equipment and those weapons all too well.

Blood Axe, how… how did you end up like this?

"Nagzio, what happened to you? Why do you look like this?"