Unspeakable bubbles

In front of a dilapidated house, a large group of undead warriors had gathered.

The owner of the house was a retired veteran who, after realizing something was wrong, gathered some of his former colleagues in an attempt to put up a last-ditch resistance.

With their experience and still relatively good skills, they managed to repel several waves of inexperienced skeleton recruits.

However, their good luck came to an end.

Kaba, Kaba, the skeletons parted to the sides, and Robin, carrying a knife, walked over with a young man.

"There are still die-hards, you go?" The strategist narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked quite intoxicated.

Robin walked straight to the house and casually deflected several iron arrows that were shot at him.

With a kick, the tightly closed wooden door was flung open, and three seasoned veterans launched an attack on it simultaneously from different directions.

The three worked together seamlessly, with Robin only performing a forward slash.

The blood-stained longsword cleaved through the shield, splitting the enemy directly in front of it in two.

Seeing their companion die a horrible death, the remaining two roared and sped up even more.

Robin suddenly released his longsword, and with lightning speed, his sharp bone fingers pierced through the chests of the two men, one on each side.

Another burly man jumped down from the roof beam, wielding a hammer, and Robin raised his hand to block him.

'Clang'

The burly man was thrown back several steps by the force of the recoil, blood flowing from his tiger's mouth. For a moment, he couldn't mount a decent counterattack.

Robin brought his arm close to his eyes, and a small crack appeared on it.

It shook its head in great disappointment, quite dissatisfied with its current fragile body.

Picking up his longsword again, Robin single-handedly slashed and killed the defenseless giant.

It sensed five more vibrant life forces in the kitchen, which meant those people were still determined to ambush it there.

Robin walked easily toward the kitchen, and several screams rang out almost at the same time.

After dealing with these enemies, Robin personally dragged the eight corpses into the living room.

It made a fist with one hand, and the ghostly fire in its eyes surged!

Countless drops of blood seeped from the corpse, and the flesh dissolved at an incredible speed.

As if guided, the blood flowed towards Robin, and as it felt the power gradually increasing within its body, it trembled slightly.

Once the blood was completely absorbed by the skeleton, the cracks on its arms had long since disappeared.

In fact, the skeleton even looks a bit 'stronger'.

After Robin finished enjoying himself, a group of skeletons poured in from outside the door.

They tapped and pounded on the corpse, occasionally taking out a piece of bone that they found satisfactory.

Bone fragments were scattered all over the ground. They picked out the bones and pieced them together to create a new skeleton.

The skeletons made a silent call, and under Robin's gaze, the pieced-together skeleton slowly rose from the ground.

Seeing it looking around blankly, Robin waved to it.

Follow me, walk, and grow stronger together.

The square was filled with people who had been driven there, and sobs could be heard from time to time among the crowd.

"My God, what are they trying to do?"

"My husband, my poor child, sob sob."

"Demons, they are all demons!"

More and more skeleton warriors stared at the figures in the square, itching to make their move; they couldn't wait any longer.

"Haha, I'm late, I'm late, I've spoiled everyone's fun."

The strategist rushed over apologetically, "Oh dear, this is not my fault. It was just that Robin got carried away and took his new recruits around everywhere."

"Well, I'm sure everyone is getting impatient."

The young man looked around, then suddenly waved his right hand: "Let the banquet begin!"

Section 156, Chapter 155: The King of Terror

"It's snowing. The snow came so early this year."

"Yes, have you heard? It seems there's been a beast tide breaking out on the kingdom's border."

"That's outdated information, why are you only saying it now?"

"No, the previous time was the previous time, this time I received the news last night."

"This is not a good sign; it's happening too frequently."

"Hmm, I remember the Marquis mentioned it in the notice before..." The guard stopped talking at this point.

After all, the content of the notice was too alarmist, and everyone consciously avoided that topic.

"Hey, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. If any disaster really happens, those big shots will find a way to handle it. We just need to do our own thing."

As the other guard spoke, he suddenly noticed something.

"Look, they came to clean up today too."

"He's really diligent."

Two guards watched as several skeletons, draped in overcoats, diligently swept away the snow with brooms.

"Recently, they've been coming out earlier and earlier. I remember they used to only appear in the middle of the night."

"They seem to be afraid of light. Look, we can hardly see the sun today."

"Yes, there are a lot of clouds. It might rain in a while."

“Well, I think,” the guard paused, glancing at the undead warriors working, “they’re actually not bad. They’ve lightened our load quite a bit every day.”

"...If it weren't for them, we would be the ones shoveling snow right now."

"After looking at them for a while, they're not so scary anymore. I've heard that many children like to play with them."

"Haha, that's my son!"

Inside the Marquis's mansion, Andy looked at the report in his hand and said with satisfaction to the old gardener sitting beside him, "Our strategy was very successful. I didn't expect everyone's attitude to change so much in just two months."

"Not only was our strategy correct, but the efforts of Robin and the others were also very important."

The old gardener calmly took a sip of tea, as if the outcome was entirely within his expectations.

"So, shouldn't we move on to the next step?" Andy's tone was urging.

It's a great thing that the people of the territory are willing to accept the undead warrior.

But besides that, they also had urgent things to do!

"Don't rush things. These things can't be rushed. The key is gradual, subtle influence over time."

Seeing the old gardener feign ignorance, Andy couldn't help but frown.

"This is the second time. This is the second time the beast tide has broken out. I don't think it's a coincidence that two beast tides have broken out in just one week."

The old gardener said "Oh," and then continued, "So?"

"Therefore, I have a premonition that a disaster so severe that the kingdom is powerless to stop it is about to erupt!"

Andy stood up from his chair and paced restlessly.

"Time is running out! I'm running out of time!"

"Now that the people are no longer so opposed to the Undead Legion, I want to issue a conscription order."

"Gather all able-bodied men of suitable age within the territory and let them do their part in defending our homeland!"

After finishing his explanation in one breath, Andy waited quietly for the old gardener's reply.

“I must say, this is really not a good idea, my lord.”

He took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Initial acceptance is not complete acceptance. Moreover, even if it is complete acceptance, it does not mean that the people in the territory are willing to be reborn as undead creatures."

"I understand, I understand."

Andy clenched his fist. "I understand, but,"

"Besides, there's only so little Reincarnation Elixir, just enough for one pool, that's simply not enough to transform all the able-bodied men in the territory."

"At most, we can only expand the number of the Undead Legion by one or two thousand, which is meaningless in the face of the Black Tide."

"Can't you think of a solution?" Andy blurted out.

"Me? What can an old man like me do?"

Andy hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words back down.

Seeing that he looked unwell, the old gardener comforted him, "Just do what you can do; no one expects you to create miracles."

After hearing the old gardener's words, Andy's expression softened.

Great, with that in mind, what do I have to be afraid of?

"Then I'll go to the heroes' homes and try to persuade them to come along?"

"It's snowing outside, and my legs aren't as nimble as yours young people, so I won't go this time."

"Okay, I'll go first."

Andy personally served the old gardener a full cup of tea before walking out the door with a triumphant air.

Watching Andy's departing figure, the old gardener shook his head.

This young man is really impatient and too eager for quick success.

However, the path he chose was exactly what he wanted to see.

The old man closed his eyes and silently gave Andy a passing grade.

'It's passable, just passable.'