Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 130: The Two Side Meets.

Unknown to the thoughts and plans of the Beast God Envoy, Thoren and Dagmar walked deeper into the forest.

Dagmar moved calmly, as though she were strolling through her own backyard. Her steps were steady, her posture relaxed.

When she glanced back at Thoren, she expected to see tension etched across his face, fear, perhaps, or at least unease.

Instead, she found none.

His expression remained calm and indifferent.

He sat atop his undead mount as though he were traveling through neutral territory rather than entering the heart of an enemy stronghold.

’Why is he this calm?’

’Does he not know where he is?’ she wondered, puzzled.

She cleared her throat and raised her voice deliberately. "We’ve entered the territory of my Beast God Sect."

"Hmm."

Thoren merely responded with a faint, noncommittal sound, as though the information carried no weight.

Dagmar’s jaw tightened in frustration. She gritted her teeth and looked away.

"Humph. Let’s see how you react when you witness the mighty power of my sect," she muttered under her breath.

Thoren ignored her completely. Although he appeared unbothered and detached, it was nothing more than a façade.

In truth, his guard was raised to the utmost limit.

His perception expanded outward, probing every inch of the surrounding forest. If he detected even the slightest sign of danger, he would summon his undead legion without hesitation.

As they ventured deeper into the ancient woods, the forest grew unnaturally quiet.

The gentle wind that had once stirred the leaves seemed to vanish.

The chirping of insects disappeared.

The birds that had once flitted through the canopy were nowhere to be seen.

The thick trunks of the ancient trees appeared almost alive. From the corners of the eye, their shadows seemed to shift and stretch, as if silently tracking their movements.

Dagmar’s bright smile had long since faded.

She could sense that something was wrong.

The silence was oppressive, unnatural.

Her heart pounded heavily against her ribcage.

Her skin crawled.

Goosebumps rose along her arms.

The forest that had always felt like home had never been this terrifying.

Each step she took sounded thunderous in her ears. She tried to tread lightly, tried to convince herself that everything was normal, but her attempts failed miserably.

Cold sweat trickled down her spine.

No matter where she looked, she felt as though she were being watched by thousands of unseen eyes.

It was a dreadful sensation.

She wanted to announce her name, wanted to shout that she was a member of the Beast God Sect so that those hiding in the shadows would recognize her as one of their own.

But she stopped herself.

She was afraid.

Every member of the Beast God Sect carried a distinct aura that differentiated them from outsiders.

They should already know she belonged here.

So why did the forest feel so hostile?

The thought unsettled her deeply.

’Am I going to be killed along with him?’ she wondered.

’Impossible! I am one of them. A believer of the Beast God. How could they dare kill me?’ She shook her head frantically, trying to dispel the fear.

Her breathing grew uneven.

Her stomach churned violently. Though she tried to deny it, she could not ignore the growing sense of dread clawing at her mind.

While Dagmar struggled to comprehend what was happening, she failed to notice the faint tremor rippling through the ground.

Thoren, however, noticed.

His expression grew solemn.

He knew.

They had arrived.

Without hesitation, he summoned his undead legion.

In an instant, one hundred undead materialized around him.

The once lush and vibrant forest was immediately engulfed in chilling undead energy. The mere presence of the legion shifted the invisible pressure saturating the air.

At the forefront stood his ten elite undead servants.

Their hollow eye sockets burned with necromantic soul fire. Their armor gleamed faintly under the dim forest light, and their weapons were poised for battle.

Behind them stood the remaining undead Level 16 and Level 15 beasts, silent and obedient, awaiting his command.

Just then, one of the elite undead stepped toward Dagmar, who was still lost in her spiraling thoughts.

Sensing movement behind her, she turned abruptly.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the towering undead figure.

"W-What—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a terrifying sword strike flashed before her eyes.

A scream tore from her throat.

The icy blade sliced cleanly through her chest and down her torso. She was thrown violently to the ground, blood erupting from the wound like a burst dam.

"Y-You..." she stammered, blood bubbling from her lips. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She clutched her chest desperately, trying to stop the flow of blood, but it was useless.

She had never expected the seemingly calm and detached young man to be so ruthless.

He had not given her even a single chance to escape.

Her face turned deathly pale. Her breathing became shallow and labored.

She wanted to cry for help.

She wanted to scream her allegiance.

But darkness crept in swiftly.

Her head hit the forest floor and she would never rise again.

[Experience Gained...]

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Thoren did not spare her corpse a second glance.

His expression did not change in the slightest.

He ignored the system notification entirely, his gaze fixed forward.

The subtle tremor in the ground intensified.

Then, the silent forest exploded into life.

From every direction, ferocious growls erupted.

Each roar was more terrifying than the last.

Tree branches snapped like twigs. Some were uprooted entirely and sent flying. The earth shook violently as massive figures charged through the forest.

From the depths of the woods, mighty beasts emerged one after another.

Their colossal bodies crushed everything in their path. Trees splintered, boulders shattered, and the ground caved beneath their weight as they thundered toward Thoren and his undead legion.

Compared to the monstrous horde surging forward, Thoren’s undead army appeared insignificant.

The beasts were enormous, towering creatures clad in scales, fur, and armor-like hide.

Their eyes burned with primal fury, and their killing intent saturated the air like a suffocating fog.

The oppressive aura they emitted caused the surrounding forest to tremble.

Yet Thoren did not retreat.

He did not flinch.

His silver hair swayed slightly as the wind generated by the charging beasts swept toward him.