Chapter 209: Waiting For His Death

Chapter 209: Waiting For His Death

The people of the inner city needed someone to solve the Warhammer Party crisis.

It didn't really matter who was behind it.

Whether it was a powerful necromancer living in the city or the newly appointed Guild captain, it made little difference.

As long as they could solve the current problem.

"Adjust the formation, prepare to attack," the City Lord took a deep breath and ordered.

The City Lord and the city's officials began rallying morale, preparing for the final battle.

They had already reached an agreement with Wu Heng, but whether they could defeat the infamous Warhammer Party would depend on how the upcoming battle played out.

Nothing was certain yet.

They could only hope that the gods of fortune would favor Rentam City.

And that they wouldn't die here.

...…

Meanwhile.

The warlock from the Warhammer Party, after casting several fire spells, still couldn't escape the room.

He was impaled through the chest by a flaming sword, his body slowly falling to the ground.

He looked back at Wu Heng, his eyes filled with unwillingness and helplessness.

Perhaps getting involved with the Warhammer Party had been a mistake in the first place.

The sword was pulled out, and the flame wielder stood aside once more.

Wu Heng walked over, glanced at the body, and said, "Strip him of his equipment and find a container to collect his blood."

Several skeletons dispersed and began carrying out the orders.

Soon, the corpse was stripped, and a wooden bucket was placed under the wound to collect the dripping blood.

"Wen Mansa!" Wu Heng called out.

Wen Mansa entered, glancing at the bloodied corpse before asking, "What's the matter, Master?"

"Stand guard outside, and don't let anyone in. Also, keep an eye on the battlefield," Wu Heng instructed.

"Understood!" Wen Mansa didn't ask further and closed the door behind her.

Wu Heng then opened the portal to the zombie world.

He reappeared in the hotel room, glancing at the clock on the wall—it was 10 a.m.

He quickly walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside to look outside.

Seeing an entire row of vehicles parked by the roadside, Wu Heng's expression relaxed slightly.

He picked up the walkie-talkie to call Li Yanhong, then quickly headed downstairs.

...…

Outside the hotel.

Li Yanhong frowned at Wu Heng, "What happened to you?"

Last night's battle had left him looking disheveled, though he hadn't been involved in close combat, his appearance was still quite ragged.

Dust-covered and pale, he didn't look well.

"I was commanding the battle last night, nothing major," Wu Heng brushed it off, then asked, "Did you bring the stuff?"

"Yes, we did!" Li Yanhong signaled to someone behind her, and Qiang Zi drove over in an electric tricycle, carrying two heavy machine guns mounted on iron frames, along with skeletons operating them.

...…

Back in Rentam City.

The sound of fighting and deafening battle cries could already be heard.

Outside, there were also voices filled with anger and anxiety.

"I need to see Captain Wu Heng! We agreed to attack together, so why haven't you moved yet?"

"The Iron Guard Knights are nearly wiped out; you won't be able to defeat them either."

Wen Mansa's voice could also be heard, "The Captain isn't available to see you right now, wait a moment!"

"You're just a small gang, how dare you speak to me like that!"

Wen Mansa responded, "Wait outside."

Hearing their conversation, Wu Heng immediately understood what had happened.

The Iron Guard Knights had already begun their attack, but seeing that Wu Heng hadn't sent his troops, they had sent someone to urge him.

Wu Heng cast [Bone Armor] on himself and opened the door, seeing the sweaty fat official standing outside.

The moment the official saw Wu Heng, he was about to ask angrily but quickly suppressed his temper and asked, "Captain Wu Heng, why haven't you sent your troops yet? What are you waiting for?"

Wu Heng glanced at the two sides fighting, then said directly, "I'll send my troops now. You can go back."

"Oh, thank you, Captain. Please make sure to send your troops." The fat official hurried away.

Wu Heng called out the big guy, the Terrorclaw, and several other skeletons from inside the room.

After assessing the battlefield again, he gave the order, "Rotting Corpses, attack! Kill the Warhammer Party!"

The Rotting Corpses, which had been on standby, surged forward, armed with weapons, charging toward the Warhammer Party.

The movement of the Rotting Corpses immediately alerted both sides in the battle.

The Warhammer Party, seeing the approaching undead, fell into visible chaos.

They quickly sent a detachment to engage the Rotting Corpses.

In an instant, the battle resumed, with the Rotting Corpses joining the fray.

Bang, bang, bang~!

As the Rotting Corpses began to fall.

Their bodies exploded, releasing clouds of green toxic gas.

...…

The three factions converged on the battlefield.

The sounds of battle, explosions of bodies, and chaos filled the entire battlefield.

The fighting spread to the main streets and alleys, with green poison gas spreading like a swamp of miasma.

The Iron Guard Knights had the advantage of the city walls, raining arrows down indiscriminately into the midst of the Warhammer Party.

Both Warhammer Party members and Rotting Corpses were pierced by the arrows, falling to the ground in heaps.

The Warhammer Party, known for their numbers and brutal combat methods, fought ferociously on both fronts.

However, the Rotting Corpses' poison gas was taking a toll on all living creatures, causing many to fall, only to be finished off by the undead.

The poison gas didn't only affect the Warhammer Party; it had already spread to a portion of the Iron Guard Knights, who were also starting to suffer casualties.

The battlefield was utter chaos.

While both forces targeted the Warhammer Party, they showed no mercy toward each other.

Wu Heng continued to issue orders to the Rotting Corpses, directing them to encircle the Warhammer Party from various directions, maximizing the spread of the poison gas.

This was to weaken their combat strength.

And it worked—both sides' cooperation was proving highly effective.

The Warhammer Party was suffering heavy losses, and the morale of the gang members wearing white armbands was plummeting.

Some were already slipping away into nearby buildings or alleys, vanishing from the battlefield.

...…

The battle raged for half an hour.

Just as Wu Heng was issuing commands to the Rotting Corpses.

A deafening roar erupted from the Warhammer Party's direction.

A group of men, like raging bulls, charged straight into the midst of the Rotting Corpses, quickly pushing forward.

"Follow me! Kill the mage, and these undead will die on their own!"

Leading them was a particularly large orc, brandishing a long-handled warhammer, roaring loudly.

Before the words had even fully left his mouth, he swung his warhammer, smashing into an oncoming Rotting Corpse.

Bang~!

The Rotting Corpse shattered mid-air, limbs and bones scattering along with toxic fumes.

Like a shattered ceramic.

The warhammer swung again, smashing the iron armor of a second Rotting Corpse, sending limbs flying and crushing its chest into a pulp.

Bang, bang, bang~!

The massive orc charged forward, swinging his warhammer in wide arcs, crushing every enemy in his path.

The Warhammer Party elites followed behind, displaying their formidable combat prowess, quickly taking down the surrounding Rotting Corpses.

Like a sharp sword, they pierced through the center of the battlefield, heading straight for the rear of the undead army.

Skull-Crusher Drajisha, the Warhammer Party leader, with a bounty of 3 gold coins and level-two Guild merit.

He wasn't targeting the Iron Guard Knights but was instead leading his men straight toward Wu Heng.

His intention was clear: a decapitation strike, to kill Wu Heng.

Watching Skull-Crusher lead the Warhammer Party through the battlefield, creating a vacuum around them.

Wu Heng was surprised by their combat strength.

This orc was likely above level 15, with terrifying melee capabilities.

The poison gas still lingered.

After charging for a while, the Warhammer Party members began to falter, one by one, collapsing and being finished off by the Rotting Corpses.

But Skull-Crusher kept moving forward, closing in rapidly.

"Go! All of you, go kill him. The rest of you, take care of the others!" Wu Heng ordered.

The larger skeletons around him received the command and immediately sprang into action.

Charging forward.

The Big Guy lowered his body like a charging football player and rushed toward the enemy.

Bang~!

Skull-Crusher swung his warhammer, the sound of the strike echoing, causing the Big Guy's chest plate to cave in as he was sent flying back several meters.

Fang followed closely, her twin blades emerging from the green mist, slashing at Skull-Crusher's head.

Skull-Crusher took a deep look at Fang, who looked neither human nor ghost, sidestepped the attack, and swung his warhammer at her.

A massive battle axe cleaved from the side.

Skull-Crusher quickly withdrew his warhammer, clashing with the axe, producing a metallic clanging sound.

Gaul Bory staggered back several steps, while Skull-Crusher's body wobbled and leaned backward.

At that moment, a fiery longsword sliced through the toxic gas, leaving a huge gash across his chest plate with a hiss.

Several figures surrounded the towering orc.

At the same time, the Terrorclaw, Second Big Guy, Third Big Guy, and other skeletons also launched an attack on the elite Warhammer Party members following closely behind Skull-Crusher.

In the toxic gas, the undead held the upper hand.

Figures were flung through the air, crashing into the mass of corpses, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the Rotting Corpses.

Facing these mutated skeletons, all of which were around level 13 or 14, the elite Warhammer Party members quickly started to fall.

Clang~!

Another clash rang out.

Skull-Crusher deflected the flaming longsword, the sheer force causing Fireblade to stumble, and the flames on his sword dimmed and went out.

However, the numerous skeletons continued their relentless assault, slowing down Skull-Crusher's movements.

Even Skull-Crusher hadn't expected that, besides his two former lieutenants, there were so many high-level minions around Wu Heng.

As he fought, he scanned the battlefield, looking for the necromancer.

Eventually, behind layers of Rotting Corpses.

He caught a glimpse of a figure in bone armor wearing a strange black mask.

"There you are…" Skull-Crusher gritted his teeth.

He spun his warhammer, knocking aside the surrounding skeletons, and charged toward his target like an arrow from a bowstring.

As he neared the figure.

Skull-Crusher leaped high into the air, raising his warhammer above his head and bringing it down.

Boom~!

The impact was like a bomb going off.

A crater three or four meters in diameter appeared, the shockwave scattering the toxic gas and killing all the nearby Rotting Corpses.

Skull-Crusher looked up abruptly.

He saw Wu Heng sitting on a strange vehicle, with two skeletons standing in the bed and a strange black contraption.

"Kid, today you're going to die here," Skull-Crusher cursed, raising his warhammer and charging again.

Wu Heng's eyes showed a hint of seriousness.

He twisted the throttle, and with a roar, the electric tricycle shot forward.

Instantly, it widened the distance between them.

"Shoot! Kill him!"

Wu Heng twisted the throttle and watched Skull-Crusher through the rearview mirror.

The skeletons in the bed of the tricycle began to aim.

The space was limited, and the two heavy machine guns barely fit, making it difficult to adjust their aim.

But since the barrels already pointed backward, there was no need for much adjustment.

After a quick aim, the skeletons squeezed the triggers toward the pursuing figure.

Bang, bang, bang~!

The barrels spat orange tongues of flame.

The furious Skull-Crusher suddenly felt a chilling sensation, instinctively dodging to the side.

Even with his quick reaction, he couldn't outrun bullets.

Most bullets grazed his body and struck the ground, while a few scattered rounds hit his chest plate.

The bullets pierced the first layer of steel, lodging in the armor but not penetrating his body.

A normal person would have been torn apart, but Skull-Crusher only staggered back a few steps, looking at his wounds with a mix of surprise and caution.

He hadn't expected the enemy to have such strange and powerful weapons.

Rolling on the ground, he tried to escape.

Wu Heng, still on the tricycle, was equally surprised—dodging bullets was one thing, but surviving the heavy machine gun fire?

Seeing Skull-Crusher attempting to flee, Wu Heng immediately shouted, "Glenda."

At his command.

A ghostly figure appeared out of thin air in front of Skull-Crusher, pointing a finger at him.

An illusion took form.

Skull-Crusher suddenly froze in place, his pupils dilated, but a second later, he snapped back to reality.

However, that brief moment of hesitation was all it took for bullets to rain down on him.

Ding, ding, ding, thud, thud, thud~!

His chest plate was riddled with dents, and the bullets tore through his waist and legs.

His right leg, hit by several rounds, had its bones shattered, making it impossible to stand.

Skull-Crusher showed a pained expression, surprised at the sheer number of tricks his enemy had up his sleeve.

But there was no time to think—dragging his injured leg, he dove into a nearby alley, trying to escape.

Seeing Skull-Crusher fleeing, Wu Heng slammed on the brakes, then quickly reversed.

The tricycle stopped at the alley entrance, and one of the machine guns was adjusted.

Bang, bang, bang~!

A hail of bullets rained down the narrow alley like a storm.

Skull-Crusher let out a roar, and in a moment of terror, his armor was shredded, and his body was reduced to a bloody pulp by the bullets.

[Experience…]

[Your level has increased to level 10, Constitution +1, Intelligence +1.]

[Unlocked Feats: Arcane Echo, Necromancy Scholar, Undead Adaptation.]

The system notification appeared, confirming his death.

"Stop shooting, he's dead," Wu Heng ordered.

The gunfire ceased, and a cloud of smoke lingered in the air around the tricycle.

"Go drag out the body," Wu Heng said.

Two skeletons leaped from the back of the tricycle and walked into the alley.

They dragged out the corpse, now resembling little more than chunks of flesh.

...…

In the inner city, atop the city wall.

City Lord Elno and the officials stared intently at the battlefield below.

"City Lord, the Warhammer Party's leader and main force are engaging the Rotting Corpses—it's our best chance for an all-out attack."

Elno looked across the battlefield, his face emotionless.

Even someone with no military experience could tell this was the perfect moment to attack in full force, to coordinate with the undead and wipe out the Warhammer Party.

However, the agreement in his hand felt like a mountain weighing him down.

Rentam City had taken years of careful management to reach this point.

And today, he was supposed to give away half of it.

But, what if Wu Heng died in this battle?

Given the losses the Warhammer Party had already suffered, even if they wiped out the Rotting Corpses, they wouldn't have the strength to assault the inner city.

Elno finally said, "Pull the troops back and hold the gates."

The officials were stunned but quickly understood the City Lord's reasoning. Some felt uneasy, while others praised the decision.

"Fall back and hold the gates!" the messengers relayed the order.

Boom, boom, boom~!

The sound of drums echoed.

The soldiers, mid-battle, suddenly paused, ceasing their attack and retreating to the city gates.

They held the gates and tended to the wounded.