Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Shi Ri scratched his fluffy head, thinking that it seemed to make sense.

"So what are you planning to do? Just wait like this?" he asked.

"Wait?" Liu Nian shook his head. "That's too slow and not safe. If it drags on, people from other guilds might figure it out and come running, which would be troublesome. I have to help these undead!"

Devourer of the Sun looked puzzled: "Help the undead?"

Liu Nian didn't explain, but simply told Shi Ri, "Find a place to hide first, don't run around, and don't expose yourself."

Then his figure disappeared from the spot.

Reincarnation, Room 112.

Liu Nian appeared in the center of the room, quickly walked to the storage box, took out the Heart of Deception from it, and took a deep breath.

"Hypertransformation—Azazel!"

A flash of light.

His skin had turned a deathly gray, and his long, withered yellow hair hung down from his head, obscuring half his face. Eerie green flames burned in his eye sockets, his lips turned dark purple, and his nails grew into sharp claws. A dark necromancer's robe covered his body, the edges of which were embroidered with skulls and runes, the hem of which trailed a faint shadow on the ground.

Azazel – a necromancer from the Shadow Hand guild, the guy who was killed by Liu Nian at the entrance to the dungeon.

He then activated the Boundary Breaker and returned to Graystone Castle.

Inside Graystone Fortress, everything was in a mess.

The main street led straight from the city gate to the lord's mansion atop the hill, flanked by various functional buildings—blacksmith shops, apothecaries, general stores, and taverns. At this moment, most of these buildings were ruins; some had their roofs burned down, some had their walls corroded by necromancy, and others had been smashed into piles of rubble by giant scarabs.

The streets were teeming with undead creatures, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, mixed with the acrid smell of burning, making one want to vomit.

Liu Nian swaggered down the main street.

His pace was unhurried, like a commander inspecting the battlefield. The undead creatures along the way naturally noticed him, but Liu Nian's appearance, name, and profession made them regard him as one of their own.

Azazel's face is indeed very useful.

Liu Nian walked all the way to the city lord's mansion.

The Lord's Palace is the largest building in Graystone Fortress, situated at the highest point in the city. It is a gray-white stone fortress with arrow towers at its four corners and several heavy metal doors on the front.

At this moment, the outermost gate had been smashed open, and the two iron gates were hanging crookedly on the door frame, with a broken spear stuck in one of the door panels.

There were no corpses in the courtyard, but the aftermath of their explosions was everywhere—blood, bits of flesh, broken bones, and shattered armor fragments littered the ground. Clearly, the deceased had either been turned into skeletons by necromancy or decomposed into magical materials, transforming into energy.

At this moment, on the steps in front of the city lord's mansion, a group of undead players are assisting the Pharaoh's army in launching a fierce attack on the city lord's mansion.

Their professions were diverse—there were undead warriors holding bone shields at the forefront, undead mages casting Shadow Bolt and Corruption from the rear, and undead rogues darting through the shadows, searching for weaknesses in the defensive array. Their attacks came in waves, one after another.

But the city lord's guards were clearly exceptionally strong.

The NPCs wore full silver-white armor, their weapons gleaming with a faint golden light. Relying on the defensive array inherent in the city lord's mansion, they formed an ironclad defense at the mansion's entrance—sword and shield bearers formed a shield wall in the front row, spearmen thrust their spears through the gaps in the shields, and archers fired downwards from the windows of the second floor and arrow towers.

Each wave of undead attacks, once repelled, leaves dozens of skeletons and pieces of flesh on the steps. But the next second, the necromancer's resurrection spell will piece those fragments back together into new soldiers, launching another charge.

Inside the city lord's mansion, a tall and imposing figure was roaring incessantly.

It was a middle-aged man in magnificent robes, standing inside the gate, his scepter raised high. His voice echoed across the battlefield, encouraging and boosting the morale of the guards at the front:

"Don't be afraid! Octavian's reinforcements will arrive soon!"

"Fight them back and protect our home!"

"I will stand with you through thick and thin, through life and death!"

Liu Nian stood outside the city lord's mansion, looking up at the city lord who was shouting "We will live and die together, we will advance and retreat together" inside the mansion gate, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Standing together through thick and thin? Then come out and fight...

A support class hiding behind the Radiant Guards, yet he shouts louder than anyone else!

The city lord swung his scepter every few seconds, healing, shielding, and buffing the guards at the front, but he never stepped out of the mansion gate.

But Liu Nian had to admit that the city lord's milk production was indeed astonishing; he must be some kind of divine magician.

Golden rays of light surged from the scepter in the city lord's hand, landing on the guards in the front row—the wounds that had been riddled with holes by necromancy healed at a visible speed in the golden light, broken bones were set back, and torn muscles grew back.

Even more outrageous, every few minutes, an even more intense golden light would fall on a guard who had just fallen—a resurrection spell!

Those guards who had been killed and whose bodies were still warm suddenly opened their eyes in the golden light, got up from the ground, picked up their dropped weapons, and rejoined the battle.

"This milk production... in any guild, it would be at the level of a top healer."

Liu Nian narrowed his eyes and quickly glanced at the guards' ranks.

The armor ranges in level from 350 to 400, and consists of a full set of silver-white plate armor. The surface of the armor is engraved with defensive runes, and it gleams with a cold metallic luster under the glow of various skills.

Their spears, halberds, swords, and shields were all engraved with the coat of arms of Greystone Fortress—a mountain surrounded by walls.

The positioning was also very particular, clearly a tactical coordination honed through countless trials: swordsmen and shieldmen lined up side by side to form a moving iron wall, with spears thrusting out from the gaps in the shields; two people always guarded the city lord's sides, never leaving his side, ready to use their bodies to block any attacks coming from the side; and some others constantly fired arrows from the arrow towers on the second floor and around the perimeter.

They are adept at both offense and defense, and their teamwork is seamless.

No wonder these undead players couldn't break through after fighting for so long.

The Guardians' level far surpassed theirs, and the Lord's healing and resurrection rendered the Undead's attacks futile. The Undead launched several charges, but the Guardians' health bars were still fluctuating around full.

If this drags on any longer, Ottaway's reinforcements might actually arrive.

Liu Nian no longer hesitated.

He strode out of the shadows.

"Get out of the way!" he shouted in a hoarse voice.

The undead players in the front row instinctively made way for them.

Liu Nian raised his hand.

Shadow Bolt - Four-shot burst!

This thing is a skill that comes with a legendary staff that he randomly picked from his warehouse. With his current spell power of tens of billions, even the most basic Shadow Bolt is terrifyingly powerful.