Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1152: Chapter 753, Eternal Night City

Rainbow Pearl Island, Royal Palace.

Inside the grand and opulent palace.

The Sea King, Sainsbury, sat solemnly atop his grand throne.

After listening to the latest news that had been relayed back.

The Sea King’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, like a blade unsheathed.

“Cut them down!” his voice fell.

Outside the hall, blades flashed.

Hundreds of heads rolled in an instant.

Blood sprayed, and heads tumbled and rolled in all directions.

These individuals were the members of the intelligence-gathering team from the last mission.

The critical errors in their intelligence had led to the burning of the sea vessel and heavy casualties among the army, so naturally, someone had to bear responsibility.

Once the executions were complete, the cleanup of the scene immediately began.

The corpses were dragged away, and the blood was scrubbed clean.

Inside the Royal Palace.

The Sea King’s face remained dark, and his gaze brimmed with *rage*.

The ministers below all lowered their heads in unison.

*Their hearts felt as though a great stone weighed upon them. Even their breathing became cautious, fearful that a single misstep might attract the Sea King’s attention at this very moment.*

“Damn those undead…”

The Sea King muttered under his breath.

The races on land often wouldn’t station troops on the sea for extended periods.

The Sea Tribe had intended to exploit this fact, planning to teach the undead fleet a lesson and then sink their ship during the gap in their troop withdrawal and repair efforts.

If that massive ship sank, the foundation for attacking sea islands would also be gone.

But no one expected it—the entire plan was part of their trap.

The visible forces were merely bait to lure them in.

After a long silence, the Sea King finally regained his composure, pulling back the oppressive aura surrounding him.

His commanding gaze fell upon those below, and he said, “Does anyone recognize this undead fleet?”

A Sea Tribe minister cautiously stepped forward and said, “We’ve contacted the ‘Undead Desert,’ the Great Cemetery of Anglina, and the Great Cemetery of Relic. They’ve all stated that the fleet does not belong to them.”

“Anglina? What kind of force is that?” the Sea King inquired.

“Ah! Anglina was previously known as the Great Cemetery of Odys. Odys has perished, and it was renamed ‘Anglina,’” the minister quickly explained.

At this, the Sea King recalled the matter.

It was precisely the instability at Odys that had prompted the Sea Tribe to attempt to swindle some money from the Federation.

The situation between both sides had escalated to its current state.

“And none of them are claiming responsibility?”

“Correct. This fleet seems to have appeared out of nowhere, with no clue as to where it originated.”

The desert is far away, although it’s the orthodox undead territory.

They might have the capability to foster a navy, but the likelihood was low.

The two Great Cemeteries closer to the Sea Tribe—Anglina and Relic—also denying involvement was harder to digest.

If someone starts a war, they must have a purpose.

Whether it’s driven by war motives or resource plundering, there must always be a goal.

But after the attack, there’s no follow-up, and it’s impossible to determine who orchestrated it.

It’s as though they waged the battle just for amusement.

The Sea Tribe couldn’t figure out what the enemy was thinking.

“Then it must be either Anglina or Relic—those *damned rotten bones,* cowardly scum who dare take action but refuse to admit it!” The Sea King cursed aloud.

“Your Majesty, I believe it might not necessarily be them.” Another minister stepped forward and spoke.

The Sea King glared at him, his expression tinged with displeasure. “Explain. If not them, who else could mount an attack from that direction against Giant Claw Island?”

The minister first saluted and continued, “Your Majesty, think about it—do these two Great Cemeteries have such capabilities? If they did, their priority would likely be in expanding their territories on land. Why launch an unprovoked attack against us?”

Hmm…

This indeed raised a pertinent question.

“Then what is your suggestion?” The Sea King looked toward him.

The minister cleared his throat and continued, “Sea King, Your Majesty, I propose allowing a transmigrator to enter. He claims to have some intelligence, although it’s purely speculative.”

The crowd was bewildered—what was he getting at now?

“Let him in,” the Sea King ordered.

Soon, two dragon guards escorted a male transmigrator into the hall.

The transmigrator kept his head lowered, though his eyes darted around incessantly, making him appear rather sly and sneaky.

The minister asked, “Repeat what you told me yesterday here for everyone to hear.”

“Oh, oh!” The transmigrator nodded and immediately replied, “Among the transmigrators, Fang Hao is strongly associated with the undead faction, and his combat power is said to be impressive.”

Transmigrator? Fang Hao?

What on earth was this about?

The Sea King’s brows furrowed. His expression grew visibly impatient.

The minister promptly pursued the matter further, asking, “The Fang Hao you mentioned—is he affiliated with the undead faction?”

“A lot of people are saying so on the channel,” the transmigrator quickly answered.

“Very well,” the minister continued, “and what is Fang Hao’s standing among the transmigrators? I’m asking specifically about his troop strength, his combat power.”

The transmigrator responded, “First. He ranks first among the transmigrators; he’s the most powerful amongst us.”

Hearing this, the others began piecing the clues together.

There was now suspicion that the attack on Giant Claw Island was orchestrated by a transmigrator.

But the theory seemed far-fetched.

Transmigrators had only been appearing for less than a year.

Moreover, the Sea Tribe had established relatively good relations with transmigrators.

They had even nurtured a few transmigrators.

What transmigrator could possibly attack and conquer an entire island on their own?

The minister persisted in questioning, “Where is this Fang Hao located?”

“In the Federation, most likely. I don’t really know; no one knows his exact location,” the transmigrator replied.

The mention of the Federation caused everyone’s faces to cloud over.

When Giant Claw Island was attacked, war with the Federation was already underway.

“Didn’t you say he’s undead-affiliated? How is he connected to the Federation?” This time, it was the Sea King who spoke.

The transmigrator felt the pressure, sweat forming on his brow, but he continued, “I’ve heard rumors—just gossip from the channel.”

“Speak!”

“Someone mentioned that Fang Hao had been cozying up to the female City Lord of a Federation city. With her support, his territories are protected and hidden, so no one knows where he is precisely.”

“What’s the name of this city?”

“That… I can’t recall. I just overheard it being mentioned during a casual chat,” the transmigrator said, wiping his sweat.

Once they listened to the transmigrator’s story, none of them underestimated Fang Hao any longer.

*His affiliation, his combat power, and the motive seemed plausible.*

The transmigrator being world-ranked as number one, assisting the Federation with certain issues—it could all make sense.

If it truly were him, it would indeed be concerning.

A transmigrator, in under a year of arriving in this world.

To destroy a well-defended island on his own—it was undeniably astonishing.

Unfortunately, Fang Hao was aligned with the Federation.

Meanwhile, the Sea Tribe’s nurtured transmigrators were pitifully weak, barely managing to become village heads, constantly begging for resources and complaining about poverty.

The transmigrator was dismissed.

Donning a crown and gripping the golden trident, the Sea King shifted his focus back to those below.

“What do you make of this? Could it be Fang Hao?”

Below, the ministers began voicing their opinions.

“I believe it’s very possible. The human Federation, realizing they can’t gain the upper hand, may be using the undead to distract us.”

“How could a single transmigrator possess such immense power?”

“Didn’t you hear earlier? This man is ranked number one among transmigrators, and with the Federation backing him, it’s entirely feasible.”

“Even with Federation technology, they couldn’t construct such a massive ship.”

The ministers debated amongst themselves, but many seemed convinced Fang Hao was the likeliest suspect.

The Sea King pondered briefly.

Then he issued his orders, “Have someone track the ship’s movements. Prepare the supplies. Calculate the resources needed for waging war against the Federation.”

Everyone froze. This signaled preparations for war against the Federation.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

…

Elsewhere.

Light flickered.

Rolana’s figure emerged within an abandoned ancient castle.

The castle was empty, with nothing except gray stone walls, wooden floors, and a fireplace long extinguished and cleaned out.

Familiar memories flooded Rolana’s mind—she once lived here.

“Moved out?”

Wrapped in a purple robe, Rolana carried two boxes, one large and one small, directly out of the castle.

Outside, dark clouds loomed, blocking out the sun overhead.

It wasn’t simply an overcast day—the skies above Eternal Night City perpetually looked this way.

Eternal Night City, also known as Eternal Night Mist City.

A city enveloped in clouds year-round.

The Blood Clan could freely roam without the sunlight posing a threat.

Stepping outside the building, Rolana entered a bustling street.

Unlike Fang Hao’s lands.

This was the domain of the Blood Clan. One could see not only members of the Blood Clan but also various living creatures, primarily humans.

They lived here on one condition: the payment of blood taxes.

The Blood Clan didn’t measure actions by cruelty or mercy.

Different races simply had differing methods for exploiting those beneath them.

“Miss, we’ve received a batch of premium corpse-preserving coffins. Absurdly comfortable—care for a look?”

“Our shop offers tooth polishing and care services. We can even embed gemstones, matching your exquisite beauty. Would you like to give it a try?”

“Honored Blood Clan miss, are you in need of human slaves? Their blood is immensely delicious, and the pricing is quite reasonable.”

As soon as Rolana stepped onto the street, merchants clamored with pitches.

Rolana ignored them, carrying her boxes and hiring a carriage. “To Blood Castle.”

Upon hearing “Blood Castle,” the merchants instantly dispersed, and the area fell eerily silent.

Clatter, clatter—

The carriage made its way over the stone roads, heading toward the Earl’s manor.

…

Blood Castle, within a lavish bedroom.

A servant dressed in a black suit cautiously stepped inside.

Stopping before an exceptionally ornate black-gold coffin, he bowed deeply and softly spoke, “Lady Isabella, Miss Rolana has returned, and she’s brought gifts for you.”

The room remained silent, with faint traces of fragrance lingering in the air.

Hiss!

A faint rubbing sound echoed.

The mechanical lid of the coffin opened a crack.

“You said Rolana has returned?” a cold voice emanated from within the coffin.

“Yes, my lady. Miss Rolana is currently waiting for you in the hall.”

Bang!

The black-gold wooden coffin fully opened, revealing pale, slender hands adorned with gemstone rings resting on the edge of the coffin.

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