SWDnovel Chapter 12 The Siege of the Undead!
Chapter 12 The Siege of the Undead!
Mingfei stood up and scanned the entire underworld with his consciousness.
Seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts roamed the scorched earth, an eight-hundred-year-old Netherworld Wolf crouched on a mound, and three human undead were scattered at the border, waiting for orders.
They were all waiting for his command.
He was wrong before.
A hundred-year-old soul beast facing a six-thousand-year-old dark serpent would indeed be nothing more than easy prey.
But delivering vegetables is not a derogatory term here.
They were originally undead, and could be resurrected even if they were scattered.
The meaning of "delivering food" is that they can deliver, consume, entangle, and exchange their "immortality" for the "exhaustion" of the Dark Serpent without regard to cost.
This is the advantage of the Lord of the Underworld.
It's not about fighting alone, nor is it about relying on individual bravery; it's about overwhelming the opponent with an endless army of undead.
No matter how powerful the Dark Serpent is, there is only one.
It has no light attribute and cannot truly kill the undead. Each attack can only temporarily shatter their form, and they will re-coagulate in the underworld, climb out again, and rush up again.
If once doesn't work, try ten times; if ten times doesn't work, try a hundred times.
Mingfei took a deep breath and connected his consciousness to the brand of each undead.
All the dead raised their heads at the same time.
The ghost tiger emerged from the gray mist, its eerie green eyes fixed on him. Its body lowered slightly, and its tail stopped wagging; it awaited a command.
Three human spirits converged from different directions. The woman walked in front, followed by the man on night watch, and the man from the second ring brought up the rear, with an almost excited smile on his face.
The seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts also stopped their respective activities and turned their gazes to Ming Fei.
The Crimson Flame Scorpion's tail hook was raised high, the Nether Wolf's green eyes gleamed in the gray mist, and the Ironback Lizard lay motionless on the ground, but its tail was slowly slapping the ground.
"Follow me," Mingfei said.
A crack appeared in the gray mist, and Mingfei stepped out.
The landing point was still that small earthen mound, about fifty meters away from the mountain stream where the Dark Serpent was coiled.
The night was dark, the moon was obscured by clouds, and it was almost pitch black in the forest.
But Mingfei doesn't need light; his spiritual power is his eyes.
One by one, the undead emerged from the gray fog.
Ghost Tiger emerged first, landing silently beside Ming Fei, its dark purple figure almost completely invisible in the night.
Then came three undead humans: the woman's sword was already drawn, the night watchman's shield was held horizontally across his chest, and the second-ring man held his dagger in reverse.
Finally, there were seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts. Unlike the Ghost Tiger, they were quiet. There was the sound of the Crimson Flame Scorpion's shell rubbing together, the Netherworld Wolf's snorting, and the Ironback Lizard's tail slapping the ground.
These sounds blended together, making them exceptionally clear in the quiet forest.
Mingfei frowned.
The ability to hide is too poor for a hundred-year-old soul beast.
They were weak in life, and although they became stronger after being transformed into undead, their stealth ability was not greatly improved.
The Crimson Scorpion makes a rustling sound when it walks, the Windblade Bird makes a whistling sound when it flaps its wings, and the Ironback Lizard's tail is completely uncontrollable.
But it doesn't matter.
He doesn't need to hide.
The Dark Serpents have a perception radius of thirty meters, and they are currently fifty meters away.
The noise wouldn't reach the mountain stream. And even if it did, the Dark Serpent wouldn't care.
The forest is full of sounds. The sound of an ironback lizard's tail slapping the ground was no different to the Dark Serpent than the sound of a stone rolling down in the distance.
What truly requires concealment is what happens after you've gone thirty meters in.
Mingfei crouched down and divided the undead into three groups according to their functions.
The first group is the feint attack group. All seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts are assigned to this group.
Their mission is to create chaos, attract the Dark Serpent's attention, and deplete its venom and stamina.
You don't need to deal damage, you just need to stay alive.
No, you don't need to live, just cause as much trouble as possible before you get killed.
The second group is the main attacking group.
Ghost Tiger and three human undead.
Their mission was to deal damage and attack the Dark Serpent's weak points while it was being held back by the feint attack group.
Ghost Tiger was responsible for tearing open the scales, the woman was responsible for precise stabbing, and the two men were responsible for restraining and finishing off the attackers.
The third group is the harvesting group.
There was only Mingfei.
His mission was to deliver the final blow to the Dark Serpent when it revealed a fatal weakness.
Allocation complete.
Mingfei stood up and took one last look in the direction of the mountain stream.
His mental energy locked onto the dark red halo.
The Dark Serpent was still there, coiled up, motionless.
It was unaware that danger was approaching.
"The feint attack team, go around from the east."
Mingfei spoke in a low voice, his voice enveloped by the power of the underworld, reaching only the senses of the dead.
"Don't do it all at once, do it in batches."
"Crimson Flame Scorpion first, then Netherworld Wolf, then Ironback Lizard, and the rest follow behind."
"Don't stop, don't be afraid. If you get scattered, go back to the underworld to be resurrected, and then come back."
The seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts moved.
Instead of traveling in a straight line, they circled eastward, brushing past the edge of the Dark Serpent's perception range, and gathered on its eastern side.
The Crimson Scorpion walked at the front, its eight legs making a soft rustling sound as it stepped on the withered leaves, its tail hook held high like a flag.
Mingfei gave Ghost Tiger the order.
Ghost Tiger went around from the west. Its stealth ability was the strongest among them. Even if it entered the Dark Serpent's perception range, it would not be detected immediately.
Three human undead followed behind the ghost tiger, keeping a distance of about ten meters.
Mingfei stayed on the south side, which is the direction of the entrance to the mountain stream.
His "Nether Tiger Assassination Technique" only allows him to remain invisible for three seconds, making it unsuitable for long-distance raids, but he doesn't need long-distance raids.
All he needs to do is rush in and finish off the Dark Serpent when it's at its limit.
The location has been chosen.
wait.
Mingfei crouched on a branch of a large tree, suppressing his breathing to a minimum, his heartbeat so slow it was almost imperceptible.
His mental power locked onto the dark red halo in the mountain stream, and also locked onto the location of each undead.
The feint attack team is in position.
On the east side, the Crimson Flame Scorpion had already climbed to a position about thirty-five meters away from the Dark Nether Python.
It stopped, its tail hook slowly rising, aiming at the Dark Serpent.
The Crimson Scorpion cannot attack from a distance; its tail hook can only be used for close-range stabs, but it has a special ability.
Its carapace can emit a high-frequency vibration, which is almost inaudible to humans, but is an extremely piercing noise to snake-type spirit beasts.
This was discovered by Mingfei during a previous hunt.
Before the century-old Crimson Flame Scorpion was killed by the Underworld Sword, it had used this ability to interfere with his senses.
Now, this ability has a new use.
"Crimson Scorpion, noise!" Mingfei gave the order.
The Crimson Flame Scorpion's carapace began to tremble.
That sound is hard to describe.
It wasn't a sound, it was a drilling sound.
It does not spread through the air, but through the ground.
High-frequency vibrations were transmitted from the Crimson Flame Scorpion's feet to the ground.
Then it spreads along the soil and rocks.
The thirty-meter distance was covered in the blink of an eye.
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