With a thunderous roar, the skeletal dragons opened their massive jaws, unleashing torrents of deathly breath upon the densely packed orc formations.

Dark beams swept across the orc ranks, and those struck began to lose their flesh, transforming into mere skeletons amidst their anguished cries.

The skeletal dragon soared overhead, veering off into the distance before turning back to continue its flight towards the orc army.

Damn it, Amiri cursed.

The battle had commenced and retreat was no longer an option.

Even the knowledge of impending defeat could not deter them from charging forward.

To issue a withdrawal order now would result in the instantaneous collapse of the 300 strong army, leading to even more grievous casualties.

Warriors break through these undead and slay the enemy commanders.

Amir bellowed with blood red eyes.

The orc infantry let out a series of bloodthirsty roars.

Charging madly towards the rapidly approaching skeletal horde.

Meanwhile, within the ranks of the undead, the rear guard of 100,000 necromancers initiated the first assault.

Dark projectiles imbued with negative energy arked through the air from above the army, crashing into the advancing orc forces.

The projectiles exploded, sending orcs flying and spreading the detrimental energy throughout their ranks.

Despite this, the frenzied orcs pressed on fearlessly.

Fireblade observed the roaring seemingly deranged orcs and calmly issued commands.

Raised shields, ready spears.

Gleaming iron spears emerged from the gaps in their shields, aimed at the oncoming orc horde.

Thud, thud, thud.

The orcs shielded hurled their bodies against the skeletal barricades with tremendous force akin to a battering ram breaching the shield wall and penetrating the ranks.

Many orcs, however, were skewered by the spears, their blood and inrols staining the ground.

The orcs that breached the skeletal formation found little success as iron swords cleaved down upon them, reducing them to mere pulp.

The primary forces of both sides engaged in a desperate melee.

Meanwhile, to the right flank of the Orc tribe, yet another contingent of undead crossed the treacherous rocky terrain, appearing directly behind the Orc ranks.

The leading orc maiden surveyed the chaotic battlefield below and commanded, "Kill.

" With that order, she surged ahead, leading the undead forces into the fray against the Orc army.

As time passed, the conflict escalated into a feverish intensity.

The Undead Legion, impervious to morale, felt neither pain nor fear.

In contrast, the Orc army, bolstered by the battle horns attributes, began to see their morale swiftly diminish.

Their fervor waning compared to the initial frenzy.

Fonghouse surveyed the battlefield and declared, "Taro, swiftly conclude this battle.

" The mighty Minotaur sighed softly, nodding his massive head.

"As you wish, my lord.

" The Minotaur's forces began to advance from the rear, taking cover behind the shield wall.

Fireblade glanced at the Minotaur and issued another command.

Fire.

With a whoosh, the shields parted.

The Minotaur s eyes glowed crimson as he unleashed, raging charge, leading his bull-headed warriors and skeletal minotaurs in a furious charge, barreling through the enemy ranks like a speeding train, demolishing all opposition in their path.

rushing into the ranks of the orcs.

The cadaavver hanging from a horn was cast aside, and the skills of wrath of the beast god and war tread were unleashed in succession.

Like a bloodthirsty deity of death, a massacre ensued amidst the orc ranks.

In the instant the bronze bull surged forth from its formation, the tide of battle quickened, heralding the orc's impending defeat.

All the undead relinquished their defenses and commenced a full-scale assault.

A sea of skeletons engulfed the battlefield entirely.

Such a scene unequivocally determined the victor of this war.

The orc army began to crumble and as morale plummeted to its Nadier, many opted to flee into the surrounding forests.

However, the circling bone dragon in the sky along with tens of thousands of skeletal bats would not grant them the luxury of escape.

Methodically selecting their targets, they struck them down one by one.

As dusk approached, the cacophony of battle gradually subsided.

The land lay drenched in blood, littered with corpses, a harrowing sight of severed limbs and shattered bones, akin to a hell on earth.

My lord, all orcs have been slain, and we are arranging personnel to secure the battlefield.

In the rear of the camp, several human bodies were discovered.

Likely the work of the orcs, and they are already deceased, reported Fireblade.

In the chaos of close combat, few had survived.

Fong Hao resolute issued an order to take no prisoners.

The humans present here were mostly fellow transmigrators akin to himself.

"Lead me to them," Fong Hao commanded.

Fireblade nodded and guided Fong Hao across the sea of corpses towards the back of the orc encampment.

Before long, Fongo beheld the humans Fireblade had mentioned.

Six individuals lay decapitated, their heads turned in various directions, their unwilling eyes fixated on a distant corner of the sky.

From their attire, it was evident there were also transmigrators, lords like Fong Hao himself.

He bent down to retrieve a lord's book from one of their wastess.

Lord's book, level three, belonging to Lord Guanchi, level three.

This individual's Lord's book was astonishingly of a higher rank than his own.

As Fongghao continued to search for the other lord's books, he began to grasp the underlying reason.

It appeared that the lord's books of these individuals have been consumed by the one before him.

The territory belonging to Guanqi has been destroyed.

Decision-making rights cannot be obtained.

Chapter 142.

The book of the level four lord indeed.

Today marks a mandatory mission compelling all lords to engage in defensive battles within their territories.

The individuals before me have been captured by orcs, leaving their lands as mere empty shells, vulnerable to enemy assaults and plunder.

The ensuing destruction is quite understandable.

Were it not for today's compulsory task, even if resources were completely depleted, the territory would remain intact.

At present, I am divinely present within the skeleton, unable to consume at this moment.

My only recourse is to devour this lord's book upon my return.

Let us inter them nearby.

May you awaken to find it was merely a dream, I murmured softly.

Life is exceedingly fragile.

In this world, no one can ascertain their survival.

I have no shortage of ordinary skeletons at my disposal.

These few compatriots remains shall not be transformed, allowing them to rest in peace.

A few skeletal soldiers advanced, gathering the scattered human heads and interuring them alongside the bodies.

The skeletons began to disperse and clean the battlefield.

The method employed by my faction is notably more intricate.

In addition to collecting fallen items and weaponry, we must also retrieve entire corpses.

It is not that we intend to transport inards, but the limbs must remain intact.

Severed heads and appendages are to be gathered and loaded onto carts for return to the territory.

Carts laden with corpses were tightly bound with hemp ropes.

presenting a macob site.

"My lord, judging by the attire, this individual appears to be the commander of the army," Fireblade remarked, his gaze fixed on a body ahead.

"The corpse before us was evidently distinct from the common orc, adorned in superior equipment, clearly a figure of authority within the ranks.

Have Bachelor Nelson identify him to confirm his identity and transform him into a skeletal hero.

" Understood, Fireblade replied.

"Very well.

Let us gather the spoils and return.

Yes, my lord.

At the heart of the undead army, carts brimming with bodies were clustered together.

Thick congealed blood dripped from the carts, leaving dark brown streaks in its wake.

The army progressed along the road, heading toward the territory with the divine presence lifted.