Chapter 436 208: Making a Getaway

'This is impossible!'

'I don't believe it!'

'I can't take this injustice!'

'Why?'

'What right does he have? How can that Undead Lord possibly have so many warriors? Is he cheating?'

Wandering the Wasteland, He Zhiping wasn't a complete idiot. He didn't want to go in blind. When he was plundering Tribes, he would take captives. From the mouths of those Natives, he learned a great deal of intel about the Wasteland, especially about the Undead. He had truly obtained a lot of information.

He knew the Undead had appeared suddenly. He knew the Undead had gone to war with the "Malignant Tumor" Race's Alliance Army. He even knew that the battle had been incredibly difficult for the Undead. If Batubohe hadn't intervened, the Undead would have likely lost.

The Undead suffered immense losses in that battle. It was said that someone had secretly observed the aftermath; the battlefield was covered in white bones, all that was left of the Undead whose Soul Fires had been extinguished.

It was precisely because of this intelligence that He Zhiping had dared to be so audacious. Even when Li Ziyu contacted him, he was dismissive, not giving the Undead Lord—who had just been through a major war—a second thought.

In his mind, with such a high level of casualties, it would take the Undead Lord a very long time to recover. By then, he would have long since left this Wasteland. In fact, his Plundering would even slow down the Undead Lord's recovery speed.

His only rival in this Wasteland was Batubohe. As long as he didn't run into Batubohe, everything would be fine. And now that he had run into him, he still had a chance to escape. He had never even considered the Undead Lord.

But reality had a funny way of working. The very person he had never considered had appeared before him, blocking his path with an enormous army.

'This is a disaster!'

He Zhiping couldn't understand it, no matter how hard he thought. Why was this happening? 'Could it be that those Natives lied to me?'

'Impossible. My intel didn't come from just one Native source. Although many Natives hadn't seen the battlefield themselves, their stories were all more or less the same. One thing was certain: the Undead Lord had suffered massive losses at the time.'

'If his losses were so massive, where did these millions of Undead come from?'

With an Undead Army of millions blocking the road ahead and the Hydrogen People Cavalry in hot pursuit from behind, He Zhiping panicked.

[Private Chat]

Arrogant Brother Ping: Bro, let's talk this out. If you let me go, I promise I'll never bother you again. I'll stay away from here for good.

Don't Want to Get a Driver's License: You didn't have this attitude when I contacted you before. Didn't you say to leave you alone? Didn't you call me part of some environmental protection organization?

Arrogant Brother Ping: We didn't know each other back then! My attitude was bad. I was wrong, and I apologize. Could you spare this little brother? I'm begging you.

Don't Want to Get a Driver's License: Tsk. You sure changed your tune fast. You plundered resources from my territory, tried to attack my Ally, and now you think you can resolve our feud with a few words? Are you taking me for a fool?

Arrogant Brother Ping: Big brother, how about this: I'll give you resources if you let me go.

Don't Want to Get a Driver's License: No need. Once you're finished, all your resources will be mine anyway. You were so arrogant before. Come on, show me just how strong you are. Bring it on.

Arrogant Brother Ping: Bro, don't be like that. We can negotiate. Just let me pass first, and I'll definitely repay you.

Don't Want to Get a Driver's License: Enough with the pointless chatter.

He Zhiping bit his nails, his eyes cold and the veins on his temples throbbing. He understood now that getting the Undead to clear a path was impossible. He glanced back. Batubohe's Hydrogen People Cavalry were slowly spreading into formation, preparing to charge. Then he whipped his head back to the front. The dense mass of Undead covered the land like a blanket of white snow, stretching as far as the eye could see.

He desperately wanted to turn and run, but what good would that do? Could he really escape?

Leaving aside the fact that Batubohe's Cavalry were extremely fast, no slower than his own Dragon Lizard Cavalry, would the Undead Lord really let him go?

He wanted to flee the Wasteland, but he'd been cut off. Where could he possibly run to?

He Zhiping had only two options. He could turn back and fight Batubohe to the death, using the chaos to escape deeper into the Wasteland. Or, he could forge straight ahead, charge through the Undead ranks, and break into the Desolate Land of Death, using its storms and dust for cover to escape and find a new Wasteland to develop.

He Zhiping knew the combat strength of the Hydrogen People Cavalry all too well. He couldn't defeat them in a short time. The fight would result in mutual destruction, and even if he broke through their defensive line, he would still face the combined pursuit of two Lords in the Wasteland. It was still dangerous; he would eventually be worn down and killed in this Wasteland.

'Is there even a choice?'

There was no choice. He Zhiping's only option was to charge the Undead. Only by leveraging the tyrannical combat power of the Dragon Lizard lineage to break through the enemy army could he truly escape with his life.

He couldn't just ignore the Hydrogen People Cavalry behind him, either. He Zhiping detached a portion of his Shield Armor Dragon Lizard Warriors to intercept Batubohe's Hydrogen People Cavalry.

The Shield Armor Dragon Lizard Warriors were a Heavy Armor Soldier Type. Their combat power was weak, but their Defense Power was absurdly high. They were known as the "bronze wall and iron bastion" of the Dragon Lizard Race. They were extremely effective when covering a retreat, making them perfect for dealing with the Hydrogen People Cavalry right now.

"Charge through them! Don't stop! Break straight into the Desolate Land of Death!"

Having made his decision, a vicious glint appeared in He Zhiping's eyes. He issued the order to all Warriors of the Dragon Lizard Race as the Mobile Fortress began to accelerate, charging toward the Undead with crushing momentum.

「Undead Fortress.」

Li Ziyu stood at the top of the main tower, gazing at the Dragon Lizard Cavalry gathering in the distance to charge, and at the Dragon Lizard Fortress barrelling along behind them. A disdainful smirk appeared on his face.