Chapter 401: An Endless Tide of Death
Chapter 401: An Endless Tide of Death
Kharv froze on his mount, and his eyes widened. Not only him, all his men at the forefront widened their eyes in disbelief.
From the other side of the dune slack, figures rushed toward them at breathtaking speed. The ground trembled vehemently.
Dust rose into the sky.
The desert dust wrapped around their bodies, making them look more intimidating and terrifying than they already were.
Their silhouettes gradually became clearer.
Their heavy footsteps echoed throughout the narrow passage. Still, Kharv could see the figures clearly since they were from the same clan.
’What is going on?’ He frowned.
’Why are my clansmen rushing toward us?’
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The warriors charging toward them were undoubtedly Scorpion Men.
Their tails.
Their scales.
Everything was identical.
However, while he was lost in thought, his subordinates did not have such a luxury.
They could hear miserable screams coming from the back while those rushing toward them were rapidly closing the distance.
"Commander!" one of the Captains shouted.
"What should we do?"
Hmm?
The deep shout woke Kharv from his thoughts, and his expression became decisive. He raised his axe at the figures rushing toward him.
"Stop," he commanded in a deep, loud voice.
His voice echoed powerfully across the dune slope.
Before he ordered his men to attack them, he wanted to understand what was going on. He did not want to attack his fellow clansmen because of a misunderstanding.
But to his shock, the figures rushing toward them did not stop. Instead, their speed increased.
They did not hesitate.
They did not answer.
They simply continued charging.
’T-This...’
Kharv was stunned together with his men, but he was not ready to give up.
"I said stop, or you will force us to attack you!" he shouted once again.
His tone became noticeably colder.
Unfortunately, the figures rushing toward him did not stop. The distance between them was closing at an alarming speed.
The heavy rumbling beneath their feet became stronger. The murderous aura surrounding the approaching figures intensified.
The men behind Kharv gripped their weapons tightly. Many forcefully swallowed the lumps in their throats.
Cold sweat slowly appeared on several warriors’ foreheads. Even a fool could now tell something was definitely wrong.
Definitely wrong.
No living Scorpion Man would ignore the command of a Commander.
No warrior would continue charging without making a sound.
The silence itself had become terrifying.
"Prepare for battle!" Kharv roared, veins protruding on his forehead.
His heart boiled with anger.
Of course, he could see something was wrong.
And these might not be their clansmen.
Whatever they were...
He was going to destroy them and find the people or person behind it.
"Vanguard..."
From the troops, soldiers riding Greater Dune Scorpions came forward.
Each wielded a long spear. The tips of their spears gleamed beneath the moonlight.
Their Greater Dune Scorpions let out deep screeches.
The ground shook beneath their advance. Their number was close to one hundred.
One hundred vanguards.
Every one of them had experienced countless battles. Every one of them was among the elite warriors of the Scorpion Clan.
Against any force, the vanguard was enough to make many tremble in fear. Yet, the figures rushing toward them seemed not to care about their terrifying lineup.
They continued charging without slowing down.
Without changing formation.
Without hesitation.
Seeing this, Kharv couldn’t help but sneer.
"Kill!"
The vanguard urged their mounts to rush forward to meet the incoming enemies. Upon the Greater Dune Scorpions, the riders wore wide, savage grins filled with killing intent.
Some of them even laughed maniacally.
Their eyes were bloodshot.
The news of their fellow comrades dying at the back had already made them furious. And now, with the enemies appearing before them...
They couldn’t wait to avenge their fallen clansmen.
Even though they looked like their clansmen...
They did not care.
Anyone standing in their path would die. Behind the vanguard, Kharv followed with the remaining army. Thousands of soldiers surged forward.
The entire battalion advanced like a raging tide.
The dune slack trembled vehemently and their thick killing intent hung in the air. The very desert seemed to hold its breath.
Argh! Argh! Argh!
When there were only less than three meters separating the two sides, the Scorpion vanguard roared upon their mounts.
Their voices shook the battlefield.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two sides collided.
Bone clashed against bone.
Dust flew into the air.
Screams permeated the battlefield.
Kharv believed his vanguard would tear through the enemy line with ease. But what happened before his eyes left him in a daze.
As his vanguard struck the enemies, they never stopped or screamed.
They kept on coming as if they knew nothing of fear or pain.
Broken bones did not slow them.
Broken limbs did not stop them.
Some had spears driven completely through their chests. Yet they continued charging.
Of course...
They knew nothing of fear or pain.
They were already dead in the first place.
"Nooooooo!"
"Nooooo!"
"Get off me!"
Various cries filled the air.
The Scorpion vanguard might have been intimidating against normal foes, but against the undead, they were nothing.
Dozens of undead soldiers surrounded each vanguard soldier from all sides.
They jumped onto their mounts and attacked relentlessly.
Some grabbed their arms.
Some bit into their necks.
Others ignored incoming attacks and simply climbed over one another to reach their prey.
"Just die!"
"Die, please!"
The undead continued attacking without pause.
Kill one...
Two would replace them.
Destroy five...
Ten more immediately took their place.
They seemed to endlessly pour into the dune slack continuously. Their numbers appeared limitless.
Like an endless tide of death.
Ahhh! Ahhh!
In less than twenty seconds, soul rending screams were the only things that could be heard from a distance.
The once orderly vanguard completely collapsed.
Formation no longer existed, only desperate struggles remained.
Vanguards were torn to pieces.
Their mounts did not escape the miserable deaths waiting for them.
Their pincers were ripped apart. Their stingers were broken into two. Their thick armored shells were cracked open beneath countless attacks.
What was previously a terrifying lineup had turned into broken bones and scattered scales.
Blood dyed the crimson sand an even deeper shade of red.
The vanguards were gone.
Completely gone.
The undead army did not slow down nor stop. They kept rushing forward toward their next victims.
Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
"What is this?"
"What sorcery is this?" Kharv muttered, his face pale and drained of color.
His hands subconsciously tightened around his axe.
For the first time since becoming a Commander...
Fear quietly crept into his heart.
He had heard there were many strange abilities beyond their clan city, but he had never experienced them.
He always thought they were exaggerated legends meant only to scare them. And nothing more.
But now...
He knew better.
Those rumors were not exaggerated at all.
Reality...
Was far more horrifying.
"Commander!" a voice screamed when he saw the undead were already upon them.
The tide of undead had already crossed the shattered vanguard.
They were charging directly toward Kharv’s position. The distance between them disappeared almost instantly.
"Defend the Commander!"
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