Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1236 - 828 Gods Grave

*it might truly be her chance at godhood. Relying solely on the paltry faith from Mount Dragon Peak would never suffice.*

*But the gods’ revenge still filled her with trepidation.*

*If things went wrong, it could spell the doom of her entire clan.*

“Anything else? Before he retaliates, think of a way to eliminate him,” Fang Hao said without hesitation.

“How do you intend to kill him?” The Dragon Queen asked.

Fang Hao’s rapid development and array of shady tricks suggested he might just have a solution.

After a long silence, the reply finally came: “I haven’t figured it out yet!”

“Pfft!”

The wine she had just taken in spewed out entirely.

“Haven’t figured it out…”

*At a time like this, how could he dare not have figured it out…?*

The Dragon Queen, flustered by her own outburst, angrily rose to her feet.

Seeing the Dragon Queen about to lose it, Fang Hao quickly interjected, “It’s not that I don’t have a plan at all, but for now, it’s not the right moment for a direct confrontation.”

“Huff!”

The Dragon Queen locked eyes with him, assessing for any signs of deceit.

She let out a long exhale, then asked, “What are the specifics?”

“I’ll share the details with you later. For now, what needs to be done is to strengthen our capabilities as quickly as possible,” Fang Hao continued.

“You’re not serious, are you? You really don’t have a plan?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t joke around about my life or my territory,” he assured.

The Dragon Queen frowned at him, then said, “Hmph, it better be as you’ve claimed.”

Once more, silence fell between the two.

They didn’t continue the conversation.

After a while, Fang Hao, realizing the stone chair was freezing his backside, stood up intending to leave.

The Dragon Queen broke the silence again, “That necklace Beata is wearing, you gave it to her?”

“Yeah, it suits Beata perfectly,” Fang Hao replied.

The necklace amplified the power and range of Dragon Breath, making it ideal for the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Queen scrutinized him for a while before slowly saying, “Alright, I see. Focus your energies on dealing with the gods. Stop wasting them on those rabbits and foxes.”

Fang Hao smirked without responding, then turned and left.

Controlling much, are we?

…

Late morning the next day.

Undead Desert.

The blazing sun hung overhead like a tilted furnace, pouring its fiery waves relentlessly.

Searing heat rolled across the golden sands, stretching endlessly, as the air shimmered under the oppressive burn.

A vast and sparsely coveted land, the desert was a place few dared to claim.

Near an area where half-buried ruins emerged from the sands, several transmigrators had established temporary camps.

Curtains of tents encircled the epicenter of the ruins.

“If we can’t get inside, why are we staying here guarding?”

A cluster of transmigrators gathered, someone spoke while relieving himself.

Nearby alliances had stationed guards here as well.

But thus far, no alliance had managed to conquer this place of the map.

It befuddled him—unable to win yet stubbornly holding watch. This desert was no pleasant retreat.

“Probably trying to confirm who’ll clear it first? After all, we discovered this map. If we can’t clear it but someone else can, we might at least earn some rewards as the discoverers,” another man remarked while shaking himself off.

Others nodded in agreement—made sense.

“Those who ventured inside yesterday haven’t come out after more than a day. Likely dead.”

“Yeah, everyone brave enough to try has already gone in. Don’t think anyone can clear it.”

“Then how long do we guard here? We need to develop our territories too.”

“Just hold out for two more days. Then we’ll collectively demand to go back—territory development is crucial. We can’t stay here forever.”

“Alright, settled then.”

Agreeing upon this, their mood brightened considerably.

After all, with so many people present, no one had yet conquered this map.

Clearly, its difficulty was beyond the reach of current transmigrators.

If forced to remain guard for a year or two, who’d be willing?

Ridiculous—I have a territory to grow!

Just as this group finalized their plans to head back.

In the far-off horizon, amidst the distorted mirage of heat waves.

A dense shadow began rapidly advancing.

“What’s going on? A sandstorm approaching?”

“No, it’s troops. Another transmigrator squad is arriving.”

As each camp scrambled into chaotic defensive formations.

The distant troops steadily drew nearer.

A mass of undead soldiers clad in earthy, tan armor.

Marching quickly through the searing heat toward them.

The oncoming troops grew increasingly discernible.

The crowd began to notice several camels among the marching formation.

“It’s Miss Cleolando… Miss Cleolando and her army!”

Someone identified the figure atop the camel and loudly alerted everyone nearby.

In the Undead Desert, particularly in this sector.

Cleolando’s reputation among transmigrators rivaled Fang Hao’s prominence locally.

Both were top-tier transmigrators in their respective territories, garnering considerable support.

With the confirmation, local troops relaxed their vigilance somewhat.

From afar, they watched this sandstorm-like army advance.

Among the crowd, envy and jealousy mixed in their gazes as throats gulped nervously.

*World-ranked transmigrators—an absolutely terrifying presence.*

…

Once the army approached, nothing unusual occurred.

Cleolando, with her forces, settled near an entrance and began setting up a temporary camp.

Rows of tents rose quickly.

Blocking the curious stares from the surrounding crowd.

“Between those two fractured walls lies the entrance to the grave,” Cleolando gestured toward the ruins, softly explaining.

The Gray Bear, not wearing his fur mantle, glanced at the ruins before bluntly asking, “When do you plan to enter?”

“I’ve inquired. The most recent entrants went down yesterday afternoon. No one has descended today. If Mr. Fang Hao is available, it’s best to proceed immediately,” Cleolando replied.

The Gray Bear nodded and closed his eyes.

When his eyes reopened, his demeanor had shifted dramatically.

Cleolando knew Fang Hao was utilizing his skill to descend upon the hero’s body.

She immediately stepped forward and repeated the prior conversation.

“Should we go down now?” Fang Hao asked through Gray Bear’s perspective, taking in their surroundings.

Although tents shielded much visibility, it was impossible to fully seal off; someone could still be monitoring them from a distance.

“Yes, I’ve confirmed no one has entered today. We’d be the first group,” Cleolando reiterated.

“Too many eyes here—it’s not suitable for me to use my skills,” Fang Hao stated directly.

Cleolando continued, “I’ve already checked; the first level below has been cleared and is a spacious plaza. You can summon soldiers there.”

Quite thorough planning.

Given this, Fang Hao had no objections.

“Alright, trade me the Teleportation Scroll,” he said plainly.

“Understood!”

Soon, a beam of light glimmered, and Fang Hao appeared within a tent alongside two black-armored soldiers.

Cleolando had seen these two warriors before—both Dark Gold Heroes.

Their power was utterly terrifying.

“My lord!” The Gray Bear bowed in respect.

Cleolando followed suit.

“Hm. Leave some forces here while others accompany us below. Let’s finish quickly, so we can return sooner,” Fang Hao commanded.

“Understood!”

Cleolando emerged from the tent and instructed her troops, “Leave a portion of soldiers outside; the rest follow me into the tomb.”

“Yes, my lady.”

After stationing guards, the remaining soldiers marched toward the grave.

Many transmigrators stood afar, whispering amongst themselves as they watched the group pass.

Being world-ranked transmigrators, one could never rule out her ability to conquer this map.

Fang Hao followed Cleolando to the ruins.

Between two fractured walls lay a staircase plunging into the depths below.

The steps were meticulously clean, suggesting frequent passages.

“Let’s go, head down!”

Skeleton soldiers surrounded the group protectively as they descended the staircase.

…

Descending step by step, visibility grew increasingly dim.

The two-meter-wide corridor bore jagged, dry walls painted in mute gray.

Soon, a chilling sensation enveloped them, making everyone shiver.

*The temperature here was starkly opposite to the scorching heat outside.*

At last, they reached the base of the stairs, where the space expanded dramatically.

Before them sprawled an underground chamber as vast as a soccer field.

The chamber stood barren, faintly illuminated by scattered Nightstones along its edges.

Fragments of rubble and debris were strewn at the periphery, while the center housed a colossal, severely damaged statue.

The upper half of the sculpture was destroyed, but the lower half suggested a figure draped in a long robe.

At least the bottom half was humanoid.

A Temple?

No, more aptly—a God’s Grave.

Seeing the statue, Fang Hao’s first thought was that it represented something divine.

“This is the grave’s first level. It used to teem with undead but has since been cleared, now serving as a buffer zone between transmigrators and grave monsters,” Cleolando explained.

Transmigrators had scoured this area multiple times, yielding some results.

“And the statue?” Fang Hao looked upward and asked.

“The statue was never mentioned, likely damaged during battles,” Cleolando replied.

Fang Hao nodded and instructed, “Have your troops guard this area, and ensure no one else enters.”

“Understood!”

Cleolando’s Skeleton soldiers sprang into action, guarding the entrance.

Fang Hao then activated the Gate of the Worlds, revealing a dense formation of Valkyrie constructs beyond.

Standing before these constructs were Anjia, Beata, and… the Dragon Queen?

Beata was clutching the Dragon Queen’s arm, pleading and whining incessantly.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Queen’s gaze pierced through the gate, locking onto Fang Hao.