Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons

The moment the Holy Son’s command echoed through the tower, the atmosphere around the blood river changed completely.

Thoren finally arrived at the foot of the ancient tower and his deep blue eyes fixed upon the towering structure while an inexplicable sense of danger continued to grow within his mind.

The feeling had already become impossible to ignore.

Something was wrong.

Something far more dangerous than the enemies standing between him and the tower was waiting ahead.

His instincts screamed at him.

Yet Thoren did not retreat and instead, his expression became colder.

"Come out."

His voice was calm, but the moment the words left his mouth, a tremendous wave of undead energy erupted from the space around him.

Whoosh!

One figure after another materialized around him.

The undead vanguard.

Dozens of elite undead soldiers appeared simultaneously at the foot of the ancient tower.

The undead General appeared at the forefront, a massive saber already resting in its hand while the undead Kharv appeared behind him, gripping his enormous axe.

The undead Storm Tyrant emerged next, his massive hammer dragging against the stone with a deafening metallic scrape.

The undead Royalty Stonewall appeared beside them, his enormous body covered in heavy armor.

The undead Guild Captain and the remaining elite undead appeared around Thoren, forming a terrifying formation that immediately filled the narrow path toward the tower.

For a brief moment, neither side moved.

"Kill!"

A fanatic scream erupted from the tower.

"FOR THE HOLY SON!"

The Slave Trade Guild members rushed forward with heir eyes were completely devoid of fear.

There was no hesitation.

Instead, their faces were filled with fanatical excitement as though throwing themselves into battle was an honor.

A level 39 Warrior raised his sword above his head and charged directly toward the undead General.

"Die!"

The undead General did not even slow down. Its massive saber swept horizontally.

Whoosh!

The blade passed through the warrior’s waist and for a moment, the man’s body remained standing.

Then his upper body slid sideways.

Blood erupted from the severed torso, spraying across the stone slabs before his body collapsed.

Thud!

The warrior’s remaining lower half remained upright for another moment before falling heavily into the blood.

Yet another fanatic immediately stepped over his corpse.

"FOR THE HOLY SON!"

He swung his massive axe toward the undead General.

Clang!

The saber met the axe.

The impact shattered the weapon instantly.

The axe broke into several pieces, and before the warrior could react, the undead General stepped forward and drove its shoulder into his chest.

Crack!

His ribs collapsed inward while the force sent him flying backward. Before he could land, the undead General followed.

Whoosh!

Its saber descended.

The Level 38 Hunter’s body was split from shoulder to hip, blood and shattered bone exploding across the ground.

Yet more came.

They kept coming.

One after another.

They seemed willing to throw their lives away without the slightest hesitation.

"Kill them!"

"Do not let them reach the top!"

Their voices overlapped with the sounds of battle, creating an almost ritualistic chorus of madness.

The undead Storm Tyrant suddenly stepped forward. Its enormous hammer swung upward.

Boom!

The weapon smashed into the chest of a charging Level 38 Vanguard. The man’s armor folded inward as his entire body was launched several meters into the air.

His back struck the stone stairs.

Crack!

His body collapsed unnaturally, blood pouring from his mouth.

Before his corpse could even stop moving, three more members rushed toward the undead Storm Tyrant.

"FOR THE HOLY SON!"

The first thrust his spear while the undead Storm Tyrant raised its hammer.

Clang!

The spear shattered.

The hammer immediately swung downward.

Boom!

His head disappeared beneath the enormous weapon while the second member attacked from the side.

Instantly, the undead Storm Tyrant turned.

Whoosh!

The hammer smashed into his shoulder and immediately, his arm was torn from his body as blood sprayed across the stone.

He screamed.

Yet instead of retreating, another fanatic grabbed his fallen weapon and charged forward.

"Take my life!"

Boom!

The hammer crushed him against the stairs.

Blood splashed across the stone steps.

Bone fragments scattered across the surrounding ground.

Another member continued running. He reached the undead Storm Tyrant and swung his sword with everything he possessed.

The blade struck the undead’s armor.

Clang!

The sword broke.

The warrior stared at the broken weapon in disbelief and then, the massive hammer entered his vision.

Boom!

His body was reduced to a mangled corpse instantly.

At the same time, the undead Kharv descended upon another group. His enormous axe swept through the battlefield.

Whoosh!

Three members were struck simultaneously.

One lost his head.

Another had his arm severed.

The third was cut nearly in half.

Blood sprayed across the stairs as their bodies collapsed to the ground.

Splash!

The sight only seemed to make the remaining Slave Trade Guild members even more excited.

"Hahaha!"

"Do not fear death!"

"Death is salvation!"

"Offer everything!"

A berserker charged toward Kharv with a savage grin.

"Take my life!"

Instantly, the undead Kharv’s axe descended.

Bang!

The berserker’s body split apart beneath the enormous blade. His blood sprayed across Kharv’s armor.

The undead Royalty Stonewall was no less terrifying.

A group of members surrounded him from all directions, attacking simultaneously with swords, spears, and axes.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Their weapons struck his armor repeatedly but the undead Stonewall did not move. It simply raised its enormous blade.

Whoosh!

One horizontal slash and the nearest three members were cut apart.

Blood sprayed across the stone steps.

Yet the remaining members continued attacking while their faces were filled with fanaticism.

Their eyes were burning.

They were no longer fighting because they believed they could win. They were fighting because they believed dying here was an honor and their rebirth was assured.

Even when faced with overwhelming strength, they continued throwing themselves forward.

One man even wrapped both arms around the undead Guild Captain’s leg while laughing hysterically.

"Take me with you!"

The undead Guild Captain raised its broadsword.

Whoosh!

The blade descended and the man’s body split apart.

Blood covered the undead Guild Captain’s leg. Yet another fanatic immediately replaced him. Now, the battle had become a slaughterhouse.

Blood covered the stairs.

Shattered weapons littered the ground.

Fragments of bone were scattered everywhere.

Flesh hung from broken armor.

Brains and blood were splattered across the ancient stone walls. And still, the Slave Trade Guild members continued coming.

The undead General led the charge.

Its saber continuously swept through the enemies, every swing producing another corpse as it carved a bloody path toward the tower.

The undead Storm Tyrant fought beside it, its enormous hammer crashing down repeatedly and pulverizing anyone who attempted to slow their advance.

Undead Kharv guarded the rear, his axe cleaving apart every enemy attempting to surround them.

While the undead Stonewall moved beside the main formation, crushing entire groups beneath his overwhelming sword strike.

The undead Guild Captain followed behind them, cutting down anyone who managed to escape the undead Kharv’s attacks.

Thoren simply walked forward.

Step by step, climbing the staircase.

The battlefield opened before him.

Every obstacle was destroyed.

Every enemy was slaughtered.

After a minute or two, the final Slave Trade Guild member fell from the stairs.

Thud!

Silence.

The entire staircase was covered in blood and corpses while the undead stood silently around him, their weapons dripping with crimson blood.

Just when he thought the battle was over and he could climb the stair to the top and stop the Holy Son.

He narrowed his eyes.

A strange sound came from beneath the stone stairs.

Thump.

The ground trembled.

The ancient symbols carved into the tower suddenly illuminated.

Thump.

Immediately, Thoren’s expression changed.

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