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

"Don't worry!" Liu Nian waved his hand. "I have no interest in this city!"

He turned and walked towards the outside of the city lord's mansion. His black mage robes fluttered behind him, the hem sweeping across the bloodstains on the ground, leaving a faint shadow.

"Wait a minute." The undead warrior called out to him, a hint of confusion in his voice, "You... you're leaving already?"

"What else?" Liu Nian asked without turning his head, his voice drifting in from outside the mansion gate, "Wait to die?"

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the city lord's mansion, the undead players looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a few seconds of silence, the undead rogue spoke first, this time without lowering his voice: "What does he mean?"

"What else could it mean?" the undead warrior scoffed, his friendliness completely gone, replaced by annoyance at being looked down upon. "They think we can't hold this place!"

"This place... is indeed too close to Altavian." A necromancer walked to the long table, pointed to the map spread out on it, and pointed to the location of Graystone Castle. "If Altavian's reinforcements are dispatched, they can arrive within half an hour. Our numbers are indeed insufficient."

"Yeah, we're too few in number," the undead rogue chimed in, glancing around at his companions still celebrating in the city lord's mansion. "At most, less than two hundred people. Two hundred people guarding a city? You must be joking."

"But we've even taken the city!" The undead warrior Mordred slammed his fist on the table, making the chess pieces on the map jump. "After all that effort, there's no reason to just hand it over like that! Besides, we still have the Pharaoh's army!"

"Then let's stop dawdling and seize ownership of the city before Otavian can react!"

Mordred turned and strode towards the second floor.

"Now that the city lord is dead and the guards are all wiped out, the city is now ownerless. As long as we bind ownership on the core control panel of the city lord's mansion, this city will be ours!" His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, as if he could already see himself sitting on the city lord's throne.

The undead players perked up and followed Mordred's footsteps, their footsteps making a jumbled sound on the stone floor of the city lord's mansion.

The city lord's main control console was located in a secret room on the second floor. This room was hidden at the end of a narrow corridor. Originally, there was a magical seal and guards at the entrance, but the seal automatically dissipated after the city lord's death, and the guards were all long gone. Mordred pushed open the door. The secret room was small, only a dozen square meters, with a dark golden crystal floating in the center.

The crystal was as big as a round table and looked like a miniature mountain.

Mordred was unaware that this was actually a miniature version of the mountain where Graystone Fortress was located.

Mordred stepped forward and placed his palm on the crystal.

A cool sensation came from his palm, and a system notification popped up in front of his eyes—

[System notification: Graystone Fortress is currently unclaimed. Do you wish to forcibly occupy the city?]

[Note: After occupying the city, you will gain partial control over it and receive the title of "Temporary City Lord".]

You will only gain full control of Graystone Castle after obtaining the original city lord's mark.

Once you choose to forcibly occupy a city, you will be responsible for its maintenance and defense. Current city status: Damaged. Repairing it will require the equivalent of 500000 Crystal Coins.

Five hundred thousand crystal coins.

Mordred gritted his teeth, a vein throbbing on his forehead. Five hundred thousand was no small sum, but compared to a city, it was insignificant. He steeled himself and clicked "Yes!"

[System Announcement: Graystone Castle has been occupied by the undead guild "Night Cemetery". Current Lord (temporary): Mordred.]

The announcement caused an uproar in the Naraku Realm's main chat channel—

[Holy crap! What is this Dark Cemetery?]

[What kind of lousy guild is this? Never even heard of it! A bunch of weaklings managing to conquer a city?]

[Where are the players in Altavia? Just watching? Graystone Fortress is one of the closest cities to Altavia!]

【Wait, aren't these people afraid of being counter-attacked?】

[They have the Pharaoh's army backing them up, what are they afraid of? Undead traitors, ptooey!]

[Damn it, I'm assembling a team right now and taking them all down, city and all!]

Mordred finally managed a slight smile.

He turned to face the undead players behind him, hands on his hips, his voice filled with a triumphant exhilaration: "From this moment on, Graystone Castle is ours! Everyone, brace yourselves, set up defenses, and let the Pharaoh's NPCs occupy the city. The people of Otawien won't give up easily, but as long as we withstand the first wave of attacks, more will join us!"

He paused, then added, "Also, send orders to search the city for the city lord's mark. Without it, we're only temporarily occupying the city; we can't truly achieve complete control yet."

"Yes!" the undead players responded in unison, their morale soaring.

Just then, an undead player's expression suddenly changed. He looked up, his voice tinged with panic: "Boss! Someone in the guild chat reported—there are still enemies in the city!"

"Enemies?" Mordred frowned. "Where are the enemies? Weren't all the NPC guards wiped out?"

"Not an undead... it's..." The player's voice trailed off.

Because they have already heard it.

With a loud bang, the gate of the city lord's mansion was blasted open by a punch.

The two undead players standing on the first floor didn't even have time to scream before they were struck by the shards, their bodies turning into white light and dissipating. Wood chips and iron pieces were hammered into the walls, pillars, and floor, making a dense "thud thud thud" sound.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Liu Nian strode into the area.

Mordred had already charged down with several key members of the guild, but the moment he saw Liu Nian, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

He instinctively took a half step back, his palm resting on the hilt of the sword, his knuckles turning white.

"You are... Liu Nian?!" His voice trembled, as if someone was choking him. "You—how did you get in?"

No one answered him.

The guild chat was filled with wails and cries for help.

"Boss! The city walls have been captured! All of our men who went up there have been wiped out! All of them! A bunch of demonic bears appeared out of nowhere, one slap each, our men couldn't hold them off at all!"

"The streets are swarming with demonic bears and flying bee-women! Those bee-women are disgusting; they're throwing spells down from the sky, and we have nowhere to hide! We can't hold on! We can't hold on at all!"

"President! Help! The city is full of enemies! We're surrounded!"

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