Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Vast types of troops appeared all around, especially the black-armored Double-Headed Corpse Dragon that threw the group of transmigrators into panic.

A midst cries of alarm, everyone's eyes widened.

Everyone had heard of dragons, but few had seen one with their own eyes.

Not to mention such a black dragon with two heads.

Needless to say, this person was definitely a big shot, a low-profile one with little renown.

Fang Hao looked at the rest, who were either envious or amazed, and said loudly: "Our resistance army is already few in numbers, and with Savana and several other powerhouses on the opposing side, if we want to earn more points and get better rewards, we must unite. For our own sake, and to win some respect."

After a brief silence, echoes of agreement rose up.

"Yes, to win, we must unite."

"I've met some deserters before, and I've learned that the people in the background were oppressed before they rebelled against the gods; we are the righteous side, and we will definitely win."

"Right, we can't lose to the defense army; we have to fight for our self-respect."

Unlike the defense army's mobilization, here in the resistance, everyone responded.

No helping it, their numbers were too few.

Those gathered here were less than thirty people.

Each defender of the Alliance at a checkpoint had greater numbers than them.

In contrast, if the resistance could capture a checkpoint, they could recruit 100 soldiers, and would outnumber the defense army.

But with no one to help, few could capture a checkpoint.

Fang Hao was quite satisfied with everyone's reaction and continued: "I won't say too much nonsense; I'll introduce some known rules. Those who have obtained a Recruitment Flag can recruit troops behind it. I suggest that if your troop grade isn't high, give the Token to a trusted companion to recruit for you. As long as we act together and defeat the enemy, everyone else will also get assistance points."

With that said, someone below took out a Token and checked it.

They seemed to be pondering whether to give it to someone else for participation points or to do the recruitment themselves.

Having been in this world for two years without any troops has made the transmigrators feel insecure.

Fang Hao cleared his throat and continued: "Our target is 'Black Mist Stronghold'. Once everyone is ready, we will set off. Remember, we are a team; and unified, we will certainly earn more points than you would on your own."

Glancing again at the crowd below, "Do you understand?"

"Understood."

"Understood!"

The crowd replied loudly.

Fang Hao jumped down from the wooden crate and directed the troops to one side, allowing others to use the Recruitment Flag.

At the same time, he called over Di Ning Ning and a few other transmigrator subordinates.

"I'm giving each of you a Double-Headed Corpse Dragon. Follow the road to find checkpoints that hinder the resistance army and break them, allowing other resistance transmigrators to pass through easily," Fang Hao said directly.

Di Ning Ning looked at the Double-Headed Corpse Dragon with shock and asked hesitantly, "How do we control this thing?"

"Ride on it and just give orders by talking normally."

Fang Hao waved his hand, and a Double-Headed Corpse Dragon obediently lay down.

It really didn't seem aggressive.

"Oh, so do we need to bring them back with us?" Di Ning Ning continued to ask.

"No need, just ensure that they get through the checkpoints."

"Oh okay, I understand."

The few people summoned climbed onto their Bone Dragons and soared into the sky, flying rapidly towards one side.

Meanwhile, the recruitment work was also nearly complete.

Fang Hao gave the order, and the army began to move forward along the dirt road at the rear of the checkpoint.

…

The four-armed Skeleton led the way at the front, with the transmigrators in the middle.

Not exactly a grand army, but the numbers were not small anymore.

The road they passed raised a cloud of dust.

"Mr. Fu Lei, I feel like I'm going to be killed." Kim Zhi He moved closer and whispered.

"What happened?"

"I just let something slip, and now some people know my identity. With so many of Fang Hao's men here, they won't just kill me, right?" Kim Zhi He said with a troubled face.

Fang Hao looked at her, somewhat speechless, thinking you dare to act but not to accept the consequences.

"Regretting now?"

"Hmph! I don't regret it. This is my most successful work, even if I die for it, I accept it."

"Oh, you've got backbone. Come on, she's the artist who..." Fang Hao pretended to shout loudly.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it again," Kim Zhi He suddenly bowed deeply, her attitude sincere.

"In the future, draw less of these, they have a big impact on others."

"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong!"

The two chatted as they walked and got to understand Kim Zhi He a bit more.

Before she transmigrated, her job was an artist, taking normal commissions and even some side jobs.

She was rather introverted, not keen on socializing, with her favorite pastime being creating comics about males with males, and females with females.

She had quite an audience.

In this world, it was also with this skill that she managed to do quite well for herself.

It's really true, a craftsman will never starve wherever they go.

...

Black Fog Fortress.

Ronald was holding a wooden staff, standing on the city wall, beside him were several leaders of the Alliance.

The Guardian Army indeed had the upper hand.

By completing certain tasks, they could earn some points.

And so far, no danger had been discovered.

The other transmigrators seemed to be cooperative, with no instances of disobedience or troublemaking.

At this moment, someone spoke up, "It's been three hours, why haven't those guys arrived yet? They can't possibly be unable to get past the first checkpoint, right?"

"Heh, there's nothing we can do about that. Everyone knows the Guardian Army has the advantage. Plus, with the call to arms from leaders like Savana, the Rebel Army probably doesn't have many people and can't put up a fight."

Everyone nodded, agreeing that it made sense.

While they agreed, someone reminded them, "Not necessarily, I've heard that everyone in Fang Hao's territory chose the Rebel side. We should still be cautious, given they're the number one in the world."

When this topic came up, the transmigrators of the Guardian Army frowned.

Everyone in Fang Hao's territory chose the Rebel Army?

Wasn't he supposed to be dead, undergoing some transformation ritual?

Who gave the order to unanimously choose the Rebel side?

"Fang Hao is dead. As long as he doesn't come back to life, it shouldn't be a big problem. How much unity can transmigrators have, really?"

"Right, even if Fang Hao is really alive, what can he do? Can a single force really wage war against all the transmigrators in the world? No matter how you look at it, whether it's the instance structure or the numbers of the Guardian and Rebel armies, they simply can't win," another chimed in.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Huh?"

As they were discussing,

Ronald, who had been gazing outside the city, suddenly uttered in surprise.

The others also looked in that direction and saw a vast number of White Bones slowly emerging from the dense forest and coming into view.

All their pupils shrank.

Four-armed Skeletons!

This was the type of troop Fang Hao had used before.

His people really did choose the Rebel Army.

This means they're truly challenging the entire world!

...

Through the dense forest, a formidable fortress finally came into sight.

Below the walls were sharp wooden stakes, and on the ramparts, one could see a crowd gazing over in this direction from afar.

Even if only their little heads were visible, from their restless searching and frightened exclamations, it was clear they were a group of transmigrators.

"Mr. Fu Lei, that's Black Fog Fortress, right?" Kim Zhi He said.

Fang Hao nodded and shouted loudly, "Keep moving forward, prepare for battle."