pjbooks Chapter 368 The Undead Legion of Nabataël
Chapter 368 The Undead Legion of Nabataël
Fighting poison with poison?
Upon hearing Lin Fan's words, the young man's face clearly showed a look of bewilderment.
Clearly, with his Western mindset, he couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence at all.
Although he couldn't understand it, he still subconsciously looked at the undead that Lin Fan had summoned.
Then they saw the giant undead creature wearing a shattered crown leading hundreds of undead of various shapes and sizes, fiercely rushing towards the dark figures.
The shadowy figures clearly hadn't expected to encounter such an opponent.
Previously, they were almost invincible when facing living people.
But faced with this suddenly appearing undead creature, its body wreathed in eerie soul fire... they were somewhat at a loss.
As the undead wielded their scimitars, spears thrust forth.
Those dark figures, impervious to bullets, emitted thick black smoke.
"laugh--"
In the blink of an eye, the black figure was slashed open by the three undead soldiers, black smoke billowed out from the cracks, and then the entire figure shattered and dissipated.
"hiss--"
Only then did the shadowy figures belatedly realize what was happening, and some of them instinctively retreated as if trying to escape.
But it hadn't gone very far before...
whoosh-
A gray-white arrow shot out from the darkness, striking a dark figure squarely in the chest.
The next instant, the dark figure suddenly stopped, and then its entire body rapidly disintegrated from the spot where the arrow had pierced it.
Lin Fan watched this scene with surprise in his eyes.
"Good heavens, how are we supposed to suppress them now?"
He had only thought of using undead creatures to fight these shadows on a whim, but he never expected the effect to be so remarkable.
These undead creatures are not only able to fight the shadows, but they are also incredibly powerful.
If he had known this would happen, he would have summoned it much earlier.
Just then, Domingo, who had regained his ability to speak, came to his side and said hoarsely:
"Young Master Lin... thank you..."
"Alright, your voice is awful, you should just shut up."
Before the other person could finish speaking, Lin Fan waved his hand.
Domingo moved his lips, but said nothing more.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Fan was no longer just one of awe, but also one of deep gratitude.
The battle continues.
The undead army advanced very quickly.
Although there were many of those shadowy figures, their original advantage vanished when facing the undead warriors who also belonged to the supernatural realm.
They cannot frighten the dead, because the dead are already dead.
Moreover, they cannot take away the voices of the dead, because the dead have nothing to say anyway.
All they could do was fight head-on, but in terms of individual combat strength, the undead legion, trained by King Nabataean for countless years, was clearly no match for these shadowy figures.
"puff."
A necromancer speared a dark figure through the head, the figure letting out a final shriek before turning into smoke.
"Snap."
Two undead swordsmen attacked from both sides, their curved blades crossing and slicing a dark figure into three pieces.
In just a short while, traces of black smoke dissipated everywhere in the dark forest.
Lin Fan plopped down on the ground and watched with great interest, as if he were watching a 3D movie.
Should I say or not,
Taking in these undead was worth it.
"Boss Lin..."
The young believer leaned closer to Lin Fan, swallowed hard, and asked, "Are these... ghosts?"
"No." Lin Fan thought for a moment, "I'd say... my employees."
"staff?"
"Yes, similar to you. Except they're the kind that keep working for me even after they're dead."
young people:"……"
He found this answer even more terrifying than the shadowy figures outside.
About ten more minutes passed.
King Nabatae walked back to Lin Fan alone and knelt on one knee.
"My king, most of the shadowy figures ahead have been cleared. But there are unusual auras deeper inside, and their numbers are even greater."
Lin Fan stood up and dusted himself off. "Huge? Can you sense how big it is?"
"I estimate... there are at least several hundred left."
"Hundreds?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "How many people do you have under your command?"
"Currently, 216 people can be mobilized."
Is that enough?
King Nabataean paused for a second, then said:
"A frontal assault would result in losses. But if our king could unleash his entire army—"
"no."
Lin Fan shook his head.
"I can't sustain all of them with my mental strength. Two hundred or so is already my limit."
King Nabataean nodded: "Then we shall advance with the existing forces. I will manage the losses."
"What will happen to the wear and tear?"
"The soldiers will fall into a long sleep..."
"Immortal?"
Lin Fan stood up.
"Okay, as long as we don't die, let's just charge straight in."
"Yes, ma'am."
King Nabataeus stood up, turned, and walked towards the battlefield.
He raised his scimitar and let out a low growl at the undead soldiers who were still fighting.
The scattered undead soldiers quickly regrouped and rearranged themselves into battle formation.
Front row of shield bearers, middle row of spearmen, and rear row of archers. Instantly forming a very standard ancient military formation.
Lin Fan watched this scene and sighed inwardly.
As expected of someone who was once a king, his command and coordination are impeccable.
"I'm gone."
He turned to look at the five people who were still squatting on the ground in a daze.
"Keep up, don't fall behind."
Domingo was the first to stand up and stagger to Lin Fan's side. The other four followed closely behind.
The six followed the undead legion, heading in the direction they had come from.
With the undead army clearing the way, the group's previous predicament and dishevelment were relieved, and even the fear on their faces subsided considerably.
At this moment, they were no longer afraid of those shadowy figures.
The shadowy figures that darted out from the darkness were cut down by the undead warriors in the front row before they could even get close.
Occasionally, a fish that manages to slip through the net and rush in from the flank will be pinned down by the archers.
Watching the slowly advancing ranks, Lin Fan even felt like he was playing a tower defense game.
"Lin Laoda, there are three fish that escaped the net on the left!" the young man suddenly shouted.
Lin Fan turned his head and saw that, sure enough, three dark figures rushed out of the woods on the left.
But before the three dark figures could get close, three gray-white arrows pierced the air and accurately struck the three figures in the blink of an eye.
The dark shadow shrieked and shattered.
"..."
Lin Fan withdrew his gaze.
"What are you yelling for? They reacted much faster than you."
The young man sheepishly shut up.
Time passed slowly, and the group advanced another four hundred meters with the undead army.
The shadowy figures are appearing more and more frequently.
From a few scattered individuals at the beginning, to groups of three or five later, and now...
Large groups of dark figures surged in from all directions.
"Did we just stir up a hornet's nest?" Lin Fan cursed.
However, faced with this surging tide of black shadows, King Nabataeus remained remarkably calm, showing no sign of panic whatsoever.
He tightened the formation, with shield bearers forming a circular defensive perimeter, spearmen thrusting out from the gaps in the shields, and archers providing continuous fire from the inner circle.
Even so, some undead soldiers were still attacked by the shadowy figures.
The dark figures broke through the rain of arrows and pounced on the undead soldiers without hesitation.
The undead soldiers shrouded in shadows began to tremble with their soul fire. After dealing with a few shadows, they turned to ashes. Immediately afterward, a dark green ghostly flame drifted toward King Nabataeus and entered his burning soul fire-filled eyes...
Lin Fan frowned as he watched this scene.
Could it be... that this is the secret to Nabatae's immortality?