Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Chapter 419, The Strength of a Quasi-God_2 1

The mountain initially appeared small, but the structure matched its size.

Complex patterns were carved into the bronze gate.

Symbols could be identified, alongside figures of towering deities looking down upon their diminutive followers.

There were no triggers present on the gate.

Arrange for the Skeleton Soldiers to forcefully push the gate.

Accompanied by a screeching sound, the bronze door slowly creaked open.

Behind the door was a grand hall.

The ceiling and walls were adorned with numerous Nightstones, which illuminated this ancient, dormant temple.

Lifelike carvings adorned the temple’s pillars, while images of numerous figures and animals were carved on either side of the walls.

At the edge of the mural.

A giant enveloped in thunder sat on a divine mountain, worshipped by the billions.

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Apparently, it was indeed the Giant Spirit.

Just as Fang Hao was fascinated by the drawings on the walls.

Whoosh!

A sudden sound cut through the air.

A cold sensation shot through Fang Hao’s heart, only to see a blue beam of light burst out of a corner.

Its target was not him.

But rather the undead troops entering through the doorway.

Bang!

The blue beam exploded in an instant, disintegrating nearly a hundred undead warriors who had just entered. Their bones were scattered.

Fang Hao retreated to the gate using his Bat Wings.

He then looked straight towards the corner where the blue beam had originated.

A giant figure emerged, almost the size of a troll.

A man, covered in blue Scale Armor and a massive cloak, stepped forward.

The man had a thick beard, and his eyes were not hollow like the others outside.

[Lord of Thunder (Quasi-god)]

Seeing the name and rank of the Lord of Thunder, Fang Hao frowned.

Quasi-god.

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He had recently read many original books that contained some vague descriptions.

Quasi-gods are also known as Hero Gods.

The end of a hero, a Hero God.

Another type of Quasi-god, birthed by the union of a mortal and a god. Because of their divine bloodline, they don’t need to ascend like heroes and are born with immense power.

Could it be that this Lord of Thunder, with a physique approaching that of a troll, is the son of some god in the mortal world?

Finding a living Quasi-god in this long-dormant temple was beyond Fang Hao’s expectations.

Considering the enemies he had encountered so far.

All were corrupted and tainted monsters, resembling the undead rather than the living.

“It’s surprising for you to have reached this far,” the Lord of Thunder casually walked forward, devoid of any emotion in his voice.

“Really? You knew we were coming?” Fang Hao inquired curiously.

“I heard the prayers of my servants. They spoke of an undead army slaughtering their kin, pleading for my help,” said the Lord of Thunder.

Fang Hao frowned, “Are you the Giant Spirit God the trolls spoke of?”

“Aren’t I?”

“You are far from what I had imagined,” Fang Hao replied.

Bearing in mind the massive heart in the temple where the trolls worshipped the Giant Spirit God exceeded the size of the human body.

He had imagined the Giant Spirit God as a towering figure of a few dozen meters.

But the figure before him stood only a little over five meters tall.

“Heh, I prefer this body. It doesn’t use much energy,” said the Lord of Thunder unenthusiastically.

“Then why didn’t you help them? Why did you watch me level the troll’s territory?” Fang Hao continued questioning, and behind his back, gestured his sword – The Black Blade.

The Lord of Thunder, as if noticing Fang Hao’s action, failed to react.

Instead, he continued: “Rather than them, I wish to bestow my power upon you, a worshipper with ambition and wisdom.”

With slightly squinted eyes, Fang Hao looked at the Quasi-god.

The man spoke calmly, but his arrogance and indifference couldn’t bear more clarity.

He abandoned his once trolls and decided to support the trolls’ enemy and transform them into his new disciples.

Fang Hao was curious about the power he mentioned.

“What do I have to do, and what will I get?”

“It’s pretty simple. Just erect my statue in your realm and let the inhabitants worship me, the Lord of Thunder. In return, you will receive the power I bestow upon you. One day, when I achieve divinity, you will become the sole spokesperson.” As the Lord of Thunder spoke, he spread his arms out passionately.

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Fang Hao remained unmoved by the animated Lord of Thunder.

Simply put, the Quasi-god before him needed the faith of his people to achieve some position.

Ignoring whether he could achieve this position later, just by the way the Lord of Thunder treated the troll followers.

If he were to agree.

Wouldn’t his realm belong to the Lord of Thunder? And wouldn’t he then be treated as a puppet lord?

Moreover, this speech reminded him of the pie-in-the-sky promises his boss used to make, which were insulting his intelligence.

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“Hmm, I believe what you’re saying makes sense,” Fang Hao responded.

The Lord of Thunder was pleased, “Of course.”

However, the next second, Fang Hao stepped out of the temple gate.

Simultaneously, a cold voice from outside echoed, “Kill him.”

Whoosh!

Like a floodgate opening, the undead soldiers poured in from the massive bronze door.

In the blink of an eye, the room was filled with the undead who raised their weapons against the Lord of Thunder.