Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　This is not because zombies can ignore bullets, but because the amount of ammunition required to kill a zombie with ordinary bullets far exceeds what the private soldiers can handle.

　In regular warfare

　During the campaign, soldiers typically carried three to four hundred rounds of ammunition.

　To eliminate a single zombie, the private soldiers would need to fire approximately one hundred bullets using the assault rifles they are currently using.

　Clearly, under these circumstances, the private soldiers would soon run out of ammunition.

　After all, the private soldiers were initially told that their objective was Moros alone.

　Even if they knew in advance that Moros could summon monsters, the private soldiers could not possibly carry the amount of ammunition needed to fight an army.

　This only applies to zombies.

　The private soldiers' attacks were even less effective against ghosts and vampires.

　Unlike ghosts in games, real-world ghosts possess a certain degree of physical immunity.

　This gives them a huge advantage when fighting against modern armies.

　Physical immunity means that firearms are almost completely ineffective against ghosts. Whether it's machine guns, autocannons, assault rifles, or anti-materiel sniper rifles, none of them can damage ghosts.

　It's worth mentioning that ghosts are not demons and cannot be harmed by sunlight.

　Ultraviolet lamps, flashbangs, and other methods have no effect on them.

　Of course, this does not mean that modern armies are incapable of solving the Ghost problem.

　Special weapons such as flamethrowers or stun guns can effectively damage ghosts.

　Armor becomes meaningless against the Ghost, because the Ghost can pass right through the armor and attack the personnel inside.

　In addition, the Ghost also has the ability to fly, although its speed is only comparable to that of a civilian helicopter, but such speed is terrifying enough when engaging ground units.

　Compared to ghosts, vampires are more likely to be dealt with by private soldiers.

　Although vampires are incredibly fast and can deflect bullets with their steel swords, they do not possess physical immunity.

　This means that private soldiers have the opportunity to kill a single vampire after paying a certain price.

　However, when faced with a complete squad of vampires, the private soldiers, accustomed to small-scale operations, would find it difficult to withstand their advance.

　Once the battle enters the close combat phase, the fate of the private soldiers is already sealed.

　As for the most powerful undead unit under Moros's command—the Lich—these giant undead spellcasters, standing over two meters tall, have exceeded the limits of what his private army can handle.

　Lich are indeed fragile, but this is only in comparison to other units of the same level in the Ashan world.

　In fact, the lich's protective robes provide extremely strong defense, enough to withstand most physical attacks.

　Neither pistol bullets nor rifle bullets can penetrate its defenses.

　To deal with the lich, the private soldiers must use more powerful weapons such as anti-materiel sniper rifles and rocket-propelled grenades.

　In contrast, the liches could easily destroy the private soldiers and their fortified positions with their spells.

　Even the infantry fighting vehicle squadron specially dispatched by the councilor proved utterly vulnerable under the lich's "Cloud of Death," easily reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

　Ultimately, the main resistance force in this small town came from the councilor's private army.

　They are supported by various high-tech weapons and can pose a certain threat to Moros, who is only a level 13 necromancer.

　However, the lack of heavy equipment was the Achilles' heel of the private army; their insufficient firepower made them unable to withstand the overwhelming onslaught of the undead army.

　Private armies are ultimately just the private armed forces of politicians; they are capable of handling shady missions.

　However, in large-scale battles, their performance was significantly inferior to that of the regular army.

　In terms of direct confrontation and firepower coverage, even the most elite private armies are no match for the regular army.

Chapter 22: A Glimpse into Street Fighting

　Third Avenue.

　"Da~da~da~"

　Hidden in the second-floor window, a heavy machine gun spewed deadly bullets, turning zombies into mincemeat.

　Unlike the weak and ineffective bullets of assault rifles, machine gun bullets are powerful enough to tear apart the tough flesh of zombies.

　Under heavy machine gun fire, several private soldiers quickly withdrew from another makeshift barricade and rushed into the building.

　"We are Squad 17, and I am Squad Leader Brook. Who is in charge here?"

　Just as the fleeing soldiers were catching their breath and nervously watching the horde of zombies outside, a burly man with a square face walked over carrying an assault rifle.

　"Our captain is dead, and I have the highest rank in the team."

　A tall, thin man stepped forward from among the fleeing soldiers, under the scrutinizing gaze of the burly man with the square face.

　"Soldier, how's the situation?"

　"It's terrible, the barricades we were holding have been breached, and the brothers fought tooth and nail to escape..."

　Before the tall, thin man could finish speaking, a scream suddenly came from the second floor, followed by the sound of a heavy machine gun ceasing fire and the surging of the zombie horde.

　"damn it!"

　Brook cursed and quickly gave orders to his teammates.

　"Locke, Hunter, go upstairs and rearrange things."

　Machine gun fire! Everyone else, hold off these moving corpses with me!

　Turning back, Brooke looked directly into the tall, thin man's eyes and said seriously.

　"As you can see, we must defend this building to survive. Now, I command you to join us and fight together."

　"understand!"

　The tall, thin man agreed without hesitation.

　He knew Brooke was right; in this life-or-death situation, the living had to unite and fight back against the attacks of the dead.

　"Okay, then you and our people..."

　Before the burly man with the square face could finish assigning tasks, a ghost darted out from the ceiling and turned his head 180 degrees backward.

　Clearly, it was this machine gun that stopped firing on the second floor.

　"Fire!"

　As expected of the private army of a powerful figure at the top of the political arena, faced with this sudden turn of events, the other private soldiers who witnessed the scene quickly turned their guns and opened fire on Ghost.

　However, their efforts were in vain.

　In this era before Honkai energy weapons have been developed, bullets cannot harm inanimate ghosts.

　The ghost was unharmed and continued to move freely among the private army.

　Each time it passed through, it could easily take the life of a private soldier.

　Meanwhile, as the private soldiers focused all their firepower on the ghosts, the zombies outside the building also saw an opportunity and rushed into the building.

　"Bastard, don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!! Bastard! Bastard! Ah~"

　Amidst the screams of the private soldiers, they were brutally hacked to pieces by the zombies' meat cleavers.

　"Damn it! Let's retreat!"

　Having already escaped once, the tall, thin man's team wouldn't object to running again.

　This time, however, they were met with the claws of a second ghost.

　In just a short while, the two private soldiers who tried to rush up to the second floor to restart the heavy machine gun were killed by this ghost as if it were playing with them.

　Then, the ghost broke through the barrier of the floor and joined the battle on the first floor.

　Faced with a combined attack from two ghosts and a horde of zombies, the tall, thin man's team was in dire straits.

　Despite their courageous resistance, they ultimately could not withstand the arrival of death.

　As the battle progressed, they fell one by one. In the end, the entire group followed in the footsteps of the square-faced giants and disappeared in the carnage.

　suburbs.

　"Has Third Avenue already been taken over?"

　Stroking his smooth chin, Moros transferred the undead army that had captured Third Avenue to the battlefield on Fifth Avenue.

　Morros's strategy was clear: seize the city hall, capture Mayor Yang, and force him to hand over his parents.

　Yes, from the beginning, Moros had no intention of conquering the city.

　He knew full well that the undead legion's current achievements were based solely on the advantage of surprise attacks.

　Once the regime on the Mu Continent reacts and its regular army enters the fray, the advantage it has gained will be lost in a short period of time.

　Therefore, he must act swiftly and achieve his strategic goals quickly.

　To achieve his goal, Morros had already dispatched an elite squad composed entirely of ghosts and vampires to carry out a decapitation strike against the city hall.

　Despite suffering significant losses from various high-tech traps and attacks by elite private soldiers, the unit successfully located Mayor Yang.

　It was precisely because of the crucial intelligence provided by the decapitation strike team that Moros formulated the current strategy.

　Fifth Avenue battlefield.

　A futuristic-looking infantry fighting vehicle was parked imposingly at the street corner, its sci-fi appearance gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

　Behind the infantry fighting vehicle, a small squad of more than ten private soldiers was tightly gathered together.

　With the powerful firepower of their infantry fighting vehicles, they firmly held the last checkpoint leading to the city hall.

　The infantry fighting vehicle spewed fire fiercely, and a dense barrage of bullets poured down like a torrential rain.

　The endless hordes of zombies were halted by this ferocious firepower, unable to cross the line.

　The fire from the armored vehicle mercilessly tore through the zombies' bodies, annihilating them one by one.

　"Zi~"

　The flamethrower roared to life, and the raging flames instantly incinerated the ghosts that were trying to rush into the armored vehicle.

　Although these ghosts are immune to bullets and shells due to their "incorporeal" nature, they are still no match for the flames ignited by specially made fuel.

　Faced with this impregnable infantry fighting vehicle, the skeleton archers unleashed a dense rain of arrows, but apart from taking the lives of a few accompanying infantrymen, they failed to inflict any other substantial damage on the vehicle.

　However, this imposing infantry fighting vehicle did not last long.

　As the Cloud of Death descended, the infantry fighting vehicle that had once destroyed hundreds of zombies and skeleton archers was instantly reduced to rubble.

　The once raging flames have been extinguished, leaving only a pile of scrap metal.

　Even that incredibly sturdy foot

　The tanks were all reduced to rubble under the attack of the [Cloud of Death], and the fate of the ordinary accompanying infantry was naturally even more tragic.

　Within the churning yellow-green clouds, the private soldiers who hadn't been killed by the rain of arrows instantly turned into foul-smelling pus and blood.

　Their bodies were completely corroded, and they lost their lives before they could even scream.

　With the fall of this checkpoint, the barrier between the undead forces and the city hall was completely cleared.

　"attack!"

　Under Morros's orders, the zombies surged toward the city hall like a tidal wave, and the private soldiers who had been guarding the place had no chance to put up any resistance.

　Under the spells of the liches, the city hall's defenses crumbled instantly.

　"catch him!"

　Moros decisively issued the order, his gaze fixed on Mayor Yang, who appeared from the perspective of the undead on the linked front lines.

　Faced with vampires whose movements are as fast as ghosts, Mayor Yang, who is just an ordinary person, naturally cannot escape.

Chapter 23 The Death of the Mayor

　Mayor Yang had already planned to flee when Morros was discovered to possess supernatural powers.

　However, the senator behind him did not want to give up such a "supernatural power capture device," so he resolutely prevented the mayor from leaving.

　Faced with the immense power of the bigwigs at the top of the Mu Continent's political arena, Mayor Yang, after careful consideration, had no choice but to stay in the small town, becoming bait to lure Moros into his trap.

　At that time, Mayor Yang was confident in the councilor's plan, believing that with the support of the councilor's private army, even if Moros possessed supernatural powers, he would surely be captured by them.