Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Wherever the attack reached, the Undead fell in swathes, but the gaps that had just appeared were almost instantly filled by the Undead behind them, making it impossible to fully exterminate them.

Meteor fire rain, earth spikes, Vine Strangulation, thunderous bombardment...

In the sky, various elements of magic melded together into spells that hadn't stopped since the outset.

In just half an hour, the Undead creatures had breached the protective barrier, but they also suffered at least tens of millions in casualties. Sadly, facing several hundred million Undead creatures, the loss of tens of millions was merely a slightly larger wave.

The break in the protective barrier came as no surprise to the Wokou, but the Wokou Army on the walls tensed up, their expressions turning a bit more solemn.

The fall of the protective barrier meant that the Undead army had begun their real siege.

The Wokou Army would also truly engage the Undead army in close combat.

Leading the charge against the walls were still the low-tier Undead Skeletons.

Dense skeletons, with sickly green soul flames flickering in their eye sockets, carried ragged bone sabers. Their approach was incessant, the "clack clack" of their bones unsettling to behold.

Before these skeletons could get close to the walls, they were bombarded with various long-range skills. Row after row of skeletons shattered into debris, piling up on the ground as heaps of bone pieces.

Unfortunately, as quickly as the skeletons broke apart, their advance was just as swift—continuing to surge towards the walls in an unending stream.

Watching the skeletal frames reach the base of the walls, seeing the skeletons pile up on top of one another, observing as they climbed higher and higher in a human ladder until level with the walls, and then washing over the lofty ramparts...

The Wokou soldiers immediately unleashed their skills in an onslaught.

Swathes of skeletons were pulverized by the Wokou soldiers into bone dust, scattering fragments everywhere.

But no matter how many of these brittle skeletons they slaughtered, an unceasing deluge followed behind them, covering the sky and earth like a vast tide of Undead, vowing to inundate the entire city.

The Wokou soldiers at the front, having used their skills to kill a large number of skeletons, decisively fell back a step and simultaneously pulled out huge shields as tall as a person, forming an iron wall.

Innumerable bone sabers "clang clang clang" hacked away at the shields, causing various noises but failing to leave any marks on the shield surfaces.

The Wokou soldiers in the second rank wielded long spears and other polearms, thrusting them through gaps in the shields to deal massive damage to the approaching Undead skeletons.

The skeletons, vulnerable as they were, shattered on contact, with only a very few surviving the first wave of attacks—yet they couldn't withstand a second thrust and turned into bone debris, scattering across the ground.

No sooner had they killed a row of skeletons than, almost instantly, more surged forward to fill the slight vacancies that had just appeared.

And that wasn't all; the skeletons streaming from behind once again embarked on the task of piling atop one another.

What use was a metal shield wall?

It was merely more than a man's height; it could block the front row of skeletons, but if I construct a high stack and climb directly over your shield wall, wouldn't that be enough?

However, just as this group of skeletons began to pile up against the shield wall and still hadn't crossed the Wokou Army's defenses, they were cleared by a sudden wave of magic attacks.

A massive Flame Blast formed like a fiery halo, almost hugging the shield wall as it coalesced before sweeping outward with a barrage.

With just a simple "pop" sound, the skeletons that had climbed the wall and those that were stacking up to scale it were instantly swept away by the ring of fire.

Starting from the shield wall established by the Wokou Army on the ramparts, the fiery halo blasted out in all directions—up, down, left, and right, sweeping across everything in its path.

Any Undead creature touched by this ring of fire had a giant red damage number float above their head.

The next moment, the "whoosh" sound was incessant as skulls clattered to the ground disassembled, their jumbled noise grating to the ear.

The ring of fire cleansed a full fifty meters, leaving all Undead creatures in that range reduced to piles of bone debris scattered on the ground, which then were blown away by a summoning breeze and turned into a cloud of bone dust, dissipating into nothingness.

This was the work of a combined magic casting by fire-aligned professionals, involving over a thousand people working together.

Of course, the true efficacy of this fire magic collective came only from the twenty Fourth Order Mages leading them.

The rest, over a thousand people, were all civilians summoned to service, with the highest being of Second Order; the vast majority were First Order.

It can be said that the twenty Fourth Order Flame Mages, casting in unison and supported by the magic power input of thousands of lesser Fire Mages behind them, conjured up this Flame Blast, a spell circle with full control and decent lethality.

A single Flame Blast spell circle swept away nearly all undead creatures within a fifty-meter radius, leaving only a few hundred to a thousand survivors.

Of course, not a single Skeleton remained; those that lived were all Undead Zombies.

Who could blame them, with their thick hide and flesh?

The Flame Blast ability wasn't highly lethal, leaning more towards control, merely pushing back the monsters that got too close.

"Roar!"

A huge Abomination bellowed angrily from the rear of the undead army, its roar echoing across the battlefield as the undead horde, like a ferocious tide, continued their unrelenting assault on the city without pause.

Once again, low-tier Skeletons led the charge, but this time they were mixed with quite a few Undead Zombies.

Storming the walls, stacking bodies to climb, battering against the iron shields, the undead creatures surged forward like a tsunami, endless and utterly fearless in death.

The Wokou Army resumed their previous tactics, first cutting down the Undead Skeletons that were in the vanguard, then erecting shield walls, with the second row of Wokou using long weapons to thrust, followed by the rear Mage units casting spells to clear the field.

Flame Blast circles, Earth Spike Art, Vine Strangulation Art...

One by one, the combined spells, ranging from mid to low tier, repeatedly cleared the undead assaulting the walls.

However, as the battle progressed, the undead attacking the walls grew stronger, necessitating more powerful spells to clear them.

But the united teams of Mages from various disciplines didn't have the stamina for sustained output.

The extreme oppression and exploitation of civilian workers by their own country had severely suppressed them, preventing their levels from advancing.

First and Second Order workers, lacking in good equipment, had very limited spiritual power within them; even with some supplies, it wasn't enough for their recovery.

After only a few dozen rounds of combined magic clearing, these hastily assembled casting teams were essentially spent.

Yet outside the walls, the undead onslaught showed no signs of weakening, continuing to crash against Tokyo City in an endless, overwhelming tide.

Undead know no fear of death.

Undead have no morale.

Driven by High-tier Undead, the lower tiers had no choice but to obey.

Skeletons, Zombies, Ghouls, Ghosts, Phantoms... various species of undead began to mix into the assault on the walls.

The Wokou soldiers defending the walls could do nothing but run ragged, numbly striking out at the undead hordes.

After ten hours of the siege, countless undead had perished, but still, outside the walls, it seemed there was no end in sight.

It was even to the point where the undead attacking the walls, growing ever stronger, had even begun to breach the Wokou soldiers' defenses, threatening to overrun the city.

Hidden in the shadows, Zi Liyuan watched the countless dead undead creatures without a ripple in his heart.

At this moment, he had already brought Dailisi to the quarantine zone closest to the walls.

After military control was implemented, the area near the walls was under martial law, forbidding civilians other than the drafted Wokou from getting within fifty meters of the wall.

Furthermore, upon reaching this area, Zi Liyuan clearly sensed that the city's suppression of the rules had weakened considerably.

At the very least, Fourth Order items and scrolls could now be used normally, though the skills of professionals were still oppressed.

"Dailisi, get ready— the moment you return to your dragon form, charge at that Mage unit, you must disrupt their collective casting!"