Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Rainbow Pearl Island, Royal Palace.

Inside the magnificent palace.

The Sea King, Sainsbury, sat on his grand throne.

After hearing the latest news that had been relayed back to him.

The gaze of the Sea King suddenly sharpened, like a blade drawn from its scabbard.

"Off with their heads!" his voice dropped.

Outside the hall, the flash of swords glinted.

Hundreds of people were beheaded instantly.

Blood splattered, and heads rolled about.

These men were members of the squad that had last gathered intelligence.

Such a grave mistake in intelligence, leading to the burning of ships and heavy casualties among the troops, naturally required someone to take responsibility.

After the killing, the scene was immediately cleaned.

The bodies were dragged away, and the blood was washed clean.

Inside the Royal Palace.

The Sea King's face was somber, his eyes filled with fury.

Below him, all the ministers bowed their heads in unison.

It felt as if a huge rock weighed on their hearts, making even their breathing cautious, fearing that a misstep might draw the Sea King's attention.

"Damned Undead…" the Sea King muttered.

Land-dwelling races often would not leave their forces at sea for long.

It was precisely because of this that the Sea Tribe had planned to teach that Undead squad a lesson, taking advantage of the moment their forces withdrew and they were busy repairing their ships, to sink the vessel directly.

If that huge ship were sunk, there would no longer be a foundation for attacking the islands.

But unexpectedly, this was all a plot by the enemy.

The only thing they had exposed was bait to lure them in.

After a long silence, the Sea King regained his composure and restrained his aura.

Looking commandingly downwards, he said, "Does anyone claim this Undead squadron?"

A Sea Tribe minister cautiously stepped forward and said, "We have contacted the 'Undead Desert,' the Great Cemetery of Anglina, and the Great Cemetery of Relic, and they all deny it's their troops."

"Anglina? What power is that?" the Sea King asked.

"Oh! Anglina used to be the Great Cemetery of Odys. Since Odys has passed away, it was renamed 'Anglina,'" the minister immediately explained.

At that moment, the Sea King also remembered this matter.

It was because of the turmoil in Odys's area that the Sea Tribe had planned to extort money from the Federation.

The situation had escalated to this extent.

"They all deny it?"

"Yes, this army appeared out of nowhere; there's no information on where they came from."

The desert was too far from here, yet it was genuinely an Undead stronghold.

They had the capability to support a navy, but the likelihood was low.

It was somewhat baffling that the two nearby great cemeteries, the Great Cemetery of Anglina and the Great Cemetery of Relic, also denied any involvement.

If you initiate a war, there must be a purpose.

Whether it's a military need or the plundering of resources, there must be a target.

But after the battle, there was no message, nor could it be found who directed the attack.

It was as if they had fought just for the fun of it.

It left the Sea Tribe somewhat confused about what the other party was thinking.

"Then it must be one of 'Anglina' or 'Relic,' those damn rotten bones, daring to do but not admit," the Sea King cursed.

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's necessarily them," another minister stepped forward and said.

The Sea King glanced at him, slightly displeased, "Tell me, other than them, who else could attack Giant Claw Island from this direction?"

The minister bowed before continuing, "Your Majesty, consider this: do these two great cemeteries have the capability? If they had such power, they'd prioritize expanding their territories on land instead. Why would they attack us without any reason?"

This indeed was a problem.

"What are your thoughts then?" the Sea King looked at him.

The minister cleared his throat and continued, "Your Majesty the Sea King, I propose we let a transmigrator enter. He has some intelligence, though it's merely a hypothesis."

Everyone was puzzled—what was this all about?

"Let him enter," the Sea King said.

Soon, two Jiao guards brought in a male transmigrator.

The transmigrator kept his head down while his eyes darted around sneakily.

The minister asked, "Repeat what you told me yesterday right here."

"Oh, yes!" the transmigrator nodded and immediately said, "Among the transmigrators, Fang Hao belongs to the Undead faction, and I've heard his strength is formidable."

Transmigrator? Fang Hao?

What was all this?

The Sea King's brow furrowed, his face showing impatience.

The minister immediately pressed further, "The Fang Hao you mentioned belongs to the Undead faction, correct?"

"In the channel, it was mentioned that he is from the Undead faction," the transmigrator quickly responded.

"Alright, then how is this Fang Hao's strength among you transmigrators? I'm asking about the military force, combat power," the minister continued to inquire.

The transmigrator answered, "First, in the rankings among transmigrators, he stands at the top, considered the most formidable among us."

As he said this, the others also understood the implication.

This was suspecting that the attacker of Giant Claw Island was a transmigrator.

But this idea seemed somewhat unrealistic.

Transmigrators hadn't emerged for long, probably less than a year.

Moreover, the Sea Tribe could be said to have close ties with transmigrators.

They had also supported transmigrators.

What transmigrator could attack an island alone just by himself?

The minister's questioning did not cease, continuing to ask, "Where is this Fang Hao located?"

"In the Federation, I think. I'm not clear either, no one knows where exactly."

When the Federation was mentioned, everyone frowned.

When Giant Claw Island was attacked, they were at war with the Federation.

"You didn't say he was from the Undead camp? How could he be related to the Federation?" This time, it was the Sea King who asked.

The transmigrator felt a pressuring force, a hint of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still said, "I heard, it's also a rumor in the channel."

"Speak!"

"Some say, Fang Hao gained favor with a lady City Lord in the Federation, got the support from her, and even had his territory protected by her, so no one knows where exactly."

"What is this city called?"

"That, I can't remember, I just happened to see someone talking about it," said the transmigrator, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

After hearing the transmigrator's account, no one underestimated Fang Hao any longer.

Camp and strength, it all matched up.

The transmigrator, as the number one in his world, helping the Federation solve some issues, also seemed plausible.

If it really was him, then it truly was somewhat frightening.

A transmigrator, who came to this world less than a year ago.

That he could annihilate a heavily defended island all by himself was indeed surprising.

Sadly, this Fang Hao belonged to the Federation.

And the transmigrators supported by the Sea Tribe were all pathetically weak, at most a village chief, each of them only knowing how to plead poverty to themselves and request supplies.

They let the transmigrator leave.

The Sea King, wearing a crown and holding a golden trident, glanced down again.

"Do you think it could be this Fang Hao?"

Below, the ministers began to express their opinions.

"I think it's very likely Fang Hao. The Human Federation, seeing they're not gaining an advantage, probably used the Undead to distract us."

"A transmigrator, where would he get such major abilities from."

"Didn't you hear him just now, this person is number one among transmigrators, plus with the support of the Federation, it should be no problem."

"With the Federation's technology, they couldn't have built such a big ship either."

Everyone was discussing, but clearly, many thought there was a high possibility that it was Fang Hao.

The Sea King pondered for a moment.

Then ordered, "Continue to track that ship's movements, prepare provisions and calculate the number necessary to go to war with the Federation."

Everyone's expression tightened; they were really going to war with the Federation.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

...

Elsewhere.

Light flickered.

Rolana's figure appeared in an old, deserted castle.

The castle was empty, with only gray stone walls, wooden floors, and a cleaned-out, extinguished fireplace.

Familiar memories flooded her mind; this was where she once lived.

"Moved?"

Rolana, wrapped in a purple robe, holding two boxes, one big and one small, walked straight out of the castle.

Outside, clouds covered the sun overhead.

This was not just a cloudy day; it was always like this in Eternal Night City.

Eternal Night City, also known as Eternal Night Mist City.

A city perpetually shrouded in clouds.

The Blood Clan could also go out normally, not worrying about the sun overhead.

As she left the building, she entered a bustling street.

Unlike where Fang Hao was.

Here, in the realm of the Blood Clan, not only could one see the Blood Clan but also various living creature races, mostly humans.

They were the residents here, and the condition for residing was to pay the blood tax.

In the Blood Clan, there was no talk of cruelty.

It was merely different methods of exploitation for the lower classes by different races.

"Miss, our store has just received a batch of excellent corpse coffins, absolutely comfortable, would you like to come in and have a look?"

"Our store offers tooth polishing and maintenance services, we also offer diamond settings, very fitting for your beautiful demeanor, would you like to try?"

"Distinguished Blood Clan miss, do you need some human slaves? Their blood is very tasty, and the price is not expensive."

Upon walking onto the street, a surge of sales pitches sounded.

Rolana ignored them, carrying the two large boxes, she hailed a carriage, "To Blood Castle."

Hearing Blood Castle.

The salespeople dispersed in the blink of an eye, and the surroundings instantly became empty.

The carriage rumbled along the cobblestone road, heading towards the Earl's residence.

...

In Blood Castle, within a splendid bedroom.

A servant dressed in a black suit cautiously entered the bedroom.

Stopping before a strikingly ornate black and gold coffin, he bowed his head and spoke softly, "Lady Isabella, Miss Rolana has returned and has brought you a gift."

The room remained quiet, the air infused with a subtle scent of spices.

Hiss!

A subtle sound of friction arose.

The perfectly fitted coffin lid opened slightly.

"Did you say, Rolana has returned?" A cold voice emanated from within the coffin.

"Yes, my lady, Miss Rolana is waiting in the hall for you."

Snap!

The black and gold coffin was fully opened, a pair of pale, slender hands, adorned with gemstone rings, rested on the edge of the coffin.