Dimensional Codex System I M Really Not A Cultist
/ Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist! Chapter 298
Chapter 298: Chapter 297 All Local Foxes, Feigning Importance with Trivial Matters Chapter 298: Chapter 297 All Local Foxes, Feigning Importance with Trivial Matters Accompanied by the roar, Fang Zheng saw that the sea nearby suddenly began to boil and churn, then, warship after warship broke the surface from the seafloor, rose high, and then fell heavily onto the water.
“My god, is this… a ghost ship?”
Surrounded heavily on all sides by the ghost fleet, Fox's legs trembled with fright. For the love of order, that was several hundred ghost ships!!!
Not to mention, these ghost ships were from the era of great maritime adventures, they might technically be a generation behind the Black Crow Ship, but the warships of that era were each larger than the last. Next to them, the Black Crow Ship seemed like a little white rabbit facing a pack of hungry wolves, with no chance of fighting back at all!!
“I've changed my mind, you damned little thief, I will make your soul forever my most lowly servant, enduring eternal torment!!”
Soon, that voice rang out again, and this time, with his words, the ghost fleet nearby also turned their cannons, aiming at the dilapidated little ship docked at the wharf.
“What do we do, Mr. Fang Zheng?”
“Leave it to me.”
Compared to the unrest and fear of others, Fang Zheng remained quite calm. Damn it, if it weren't for that broken Demi-Plane's spatial properties issue, I wouldn't have been chased around so embarrassingly by you losers. A Demi-Plane Space, well, that's enough, now in the Main World, you dare to act tough with me? Heh, a ghost fleet, huh!!
Let me show you what a real Undead Legion is!
“Black Katie, I leave this to you, Tilia, and Nymph, I'm going to meet this egomaniac!”
Looking at the ghost fleet before him, Fang Zheng gave a cold smile, then he raised the Sky-Cleaving Sword in his hand and swung it forward.
“Sealing!!”
The next moment, a howling wind instantly enveloped him and the ghost fleet.
When the wind dissipated, everything in front of him had transformed. The original rippling, boundless sea had vanished without a trace, replaced by a dry land filled with death and storms, permeated by countless blood, presenting a dark red color. In this land, countless bones and wreckage could be seen everywhere, a huge fortress stood at the center of the stormy land, and on another side, those ghost ships were scattered across the battlefield's plains, and the Undead Sailors who manned the ships clearly had no understanding of what was happening.
“What is this place?!”
Soon, that voice rang out again, but unlike before, it now contained a few more notes of surprise and disbelief.
“What have you done? You damn thief!!”
“Welcome to Chaos Fortress.”
Facing the voice's inquiry, Fang Zheng stood on top of the fortress wall with a cold smile, then he raised his hand. Accompanied by Fang Zheng's action, numerous Death Maids holding scythes quietly appeared at his side, and on the fortress walls, tens of thousands of Soul Archers drew their bows, aiming at the distant enemies. The fortress gates opened wide, executioners with pitch-black horns and giant sharp scythes in their hands, as well as Soul Shield Guards holding shields, formed ranks and surged out like a tide. Death's Shadow loomed above in the sky, Undead Beasts with pale skin breathed out Azure breaths, eyeing the front warily.
“What, what is going on?”
At this moment, that voice finally began to sound genuinely anxious and scared. As the commander of the sea area's ghost fleet and a powerful existence, he could certainly sense the aura of the opposing Undead Legion, which was unimaginable to him–wasn't that damned thief a Paladin? How could he summon such a scale of the Undead Army?
Could he be a descendant of Orcus, King of the Undead?
But why could he Summon Angels, use Holy Light?
“No one can stop Death…”
Fang Zheng raised his longsword, the edge of the Sky-Cleaving Sword slowly reflecting a trace of cold light.
“Destroy them!!”
After that usage in the World of Shana, Fang Zheng had already understood that his sealing had a time limit, so he couldn't waste any time. Thus, he had summoned the Undead Army right after initiating the sealing and charged towards the distant Ghost Fleet.
As for why Fang Zheng chose the Chaos Fortress instead of High-Tier Heaven, the reason was simple. After analyzing Malthael's Soulstone, Fang Zheng discovered that the number of angels in High-Tier Heaven was maintained at a constant level, meaning that from a certain perspective, High-Tier Heaven was similar to Star Spirits–individually formidable in combat but lacking in numbers for large-scale army attacks. Currently, with the enemy possessing over a hundred Ghost Ships, although Fang Zheng had transferred them all to the plains area of the Chaos Fortress, the enemy also had the advantage in numbers and firepower. The angels of High-Tier Heaven might be strong, but due to insufficient numbers, some would inevitably slip through the net, so he simply engaged in an Undead sea at the Chaos Fortress–since everyone was playing with Undead Creatures, it was a face-off nobody feared!
All are local foxes, posturing as if in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio!
“Boom, Boom, Boom!”
At the same time, the Ghost Warships on the distant Chaos Plains also began firing at the fortress. Although they were on flat land and could not freely maneuver the ships to turn, the response of the Undead Sailors was not slow. They quickly dismantled the platforms used to fix the Magitech Cannons, pushed them to the bows of the ships, and began furiously bombarding the Undead Army in front of them.
For a regular army, the violent bombardment from hundreds of warships would suffice to break their morale, but for the Undead Army, devoid of the attribute of fear, no matter how fierce the gunfire from the Ghost Fleet, the Undead Army didn't show the slightest hint of retreat. Instead, they continued charging bravely, advancing towards the Ghost Ships amidst the cannon fire.
The Undead Army was extremely fast. The Ghost Fleet had only managed three volleys when the Undead had already reached the underside of the Ghost Ships. Then, leading Ghost Shield Guards screamed as they raised their shields, and in the next moment, these Undead Creatures, like grasshoppers, suddenly leapt from the ground directly onto the decks of the Ghost Ships to brawl with the Undead Sailors.
And when the melee ensued, the weakness of the Ghost Fleet finally emerged. The Undead Sailors here were, after all, merely ordinary humans transformed into Undead Creatures, but Fang Zheng not only had Undead Soldiers but also Death Maids, transformed from angels. Compared to the Undead Army capable of using various skills to attack, the Undead Sailors who could only fire cannons and wield scimitars were clearly no match.
Therefore, it didn't take much time for the Ghost Fleet to be completely overwhelmed by Fang Zheng's Undead Army, and as things stood, it was only a matter of time before they were totally annihilated…
However, Fang Zheng did not let his guard down; he gripped his longsword tight, staring at the distant Ghost Fleet. He remembered the powerful aura that had erupted in that strange space before, a force not inferior to Legendary Rank. With his current strength, Fang Zheng was not yet able to face a Legendary Powerhouse on his own.
But fortunately, he was not without preparation.
“Enough!!”
Indeed, just as Fang Zheng had anticipated, just as his Undead Army was about to completely annihilate the Ghost Fleet, that voice sounded once again. Accompanied by this sky-shattering roar, Fang Zheng saw the distant ground suddenly crack open, and then, pitch-black seawater roared out frantically, bringing with it towering waves that engulfed the Ghost Fleet along with the Undead Army Fang Zheng had dispatched.
“I've had enough of your tricks…”
Accompanied by this voice, a huge, pitch-black shadow slowly emerged from the sea.
“You won't win against me with these ghostly tricks! And I, will tear you to pieces!!”
The sea burst open.
A pitch-black, massive creature raised its head high, its flesh already rotten, its spread wings nothing but white bones, and within its pitch-black, hollow eye sockets, the brilliance of souls flickered.
“Damn!”
Feeling the soul-chilling cold that faced him, Fang Zheng cursed under his breath. He certainly knew what this was–the records in the Sanctuary had mentioned their existence, those evil and powerful beings who, anticipating their impending death, used a powerful magic to transform themselves into undead, horrifying and ugly entities.
They possessed the formidable power of their former selves and had inherited the evil and darkness of Death Magic, making them some of the most difficult enemies to deal with in the world.
That was a Dragon Lich.
Chapter end
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