There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 353, Imperial Soldiers

Xiao Yang was unable to stop these guys.

They returned to the world they described as being on the verge of destruction.

Xiao Yang was somewhat taken aback by this situation.

"why?"

Soon after, another meteor shower streaked across the sky, one meteor after another streaking across the dark and cold heavens.

This was the second time Xiao Yang had witnessed such a scene.

"This meteor shower is much smaller than the last one."

The things I didn't understand earlier might come up here.

Xiao Yang saw some shooting stars falling in this direction.

On the desolate and barren wilderness, demons roamed wildly, making it unsuitable for survival.

Today, a new group of guys has appeared here.

A tattered flag, a campfire, and soldiers dressed in tattered armor and carrying equally tattered weapons, sitting around the campfire with their knees pressed against the ground.

They seem to lack intelligence, yet they are instinctively hostile to these mindless monsters, cultists, corrupted mutants, and ravenous beasts that emerge from dungeons across the wilderness.

They stood up, gripped their weapons, and formed ranks.

His gaze fell on the guys around him, and he launched an attack.

These poorly equipped soldiers seemed to lack intelligence and were not afraid of death.

Death is merely a passing away, and then soon after, one rises again from beneath the tattered flag and beside the burning campfire.

Next to a newly established evil stronghold, such a camp has been set up.

It happened very suddenly.

After the human soldiers in these wilderness soldier camps stood up one by one, they prioritized attacking the evil strongholds around them.

This stronghold was established by a gnoll lord.

He answered the call of his great master, a Lord of the Abyss, and came here, taking root in this wilderness.

There isn't much time.

He actually managed to build a fairly well-equipped camp.

Five hundred professional gnoll soldiers, two thousand goblin laborers, two minotaur blacksmiths, and an ogre chef.

It looks quite professional.

Of course, the true soul of this camp is him, an elite gnoll lord who has reached the threshold of becoming a lord.

Among all the heavens.

There aren't that many high-ranking individuals.

Often, it's already quite difficult to even reach the threshold of the elite.

He was already one of the few elite lords in that small forest plane that had been corrupted by the abyss.

The rotten land is indeed extremely dangerous.

However, this danger is also divided into zones.

Especially after the nighttime lockdown was lifted.

Without the terrifying whispers of the evil gods, the frenzied mutants on the wilderness decreased significantly in both speed and density.

This represents one thing.

The vast wilderness of the decaying land is becoming a de facto low-intensity zone.

This finally gave the evil side players a glimmer of hope for their long-stalled plan to expand into the Rotten Lands, which had made no progress whatsoever.

And so, things like this gnoll camp began to take root and sprout wildly across the vast wilderness.

On the surface, these guys would even take the initiative to clean up the overflowing dungeon monsters and evil god followers.

But in fact.

If the evil gods are the main reason why the Rotten Land is decaying and dying...

These evil players who arrived later were like greenbottle flies coming to feast on carrion.

Ignoring those evil gods will truly kill the Rotten Land.

If these evil players are ignored, the Rotten Lands will grow weaker and weaker amidst the rampant looting.

"They are all targets that need to be eliminated!"

Now, the human soldiers who rose from the campfire, spears in hand, formed ranks and charged toward the pesky flies that gnawed on carrion.

The battle begins.

Soon after, at the cost of hundreds of goblin laborers and a dozen or so gnoll warriors, the humans who had appeared out of nowhere were successfully wiped out. But this was not the end.

The faint campfire was not yet extinguished, and the tattered flag had not yet fallen.

In the City of Hope.

Xiao Yang stared at the flag in his hand with some surprise.

After that meteor shower, the God Game indicated that he had gained a special army.

A ghost army.

To be more precise.

Starting today, every stronghold he establishes will be able to choose one of these stronghold traits.

[Torn Banner: Fixed friendly units, Imperial Soldiers (Shadows of the Past), will spawn around your stronghold.]

Imperial Soldiers (Shadows of the Past)
Rank: Ordinary

Rating: 12
Specialties: Proficiency in polearms, realm, defense, formation warfare
Introduction: Ordinary people, trained and united, grip their weapons with fear; they are the cornerstone of the empire and the most vital force in the fight against the evil god.

Xiao Yang held the flag in his hand.

Those soldiers are probably really dead, and have been dead for a long time.

Even after dying, he died again, transforming himself into a being similar to a monster whose rules are constantly refreshed in a dungeon.

Why go to such lengths?

Even after figuring out why they turned back to that shattered world, Xiao Yang still had unanswered questions.

Given their current state, Lena and the ghost maids could simply call on Xiao Gu.

They too can find peace.

But it has become like this now.

"no way."

Having chosen to accept it, they planted their tattered flag in the city of hope.

The City of Hope is now much larger than it was at the beginning, and has many landmarks.

Following the principle that "cognition is humanity," all sorts of people gather here.

The survivors of the apocalypse correspond to the Blood and Flesh Eye Tower.

A group of pitiful souls who, even without choosing the evil god, are still inextricably linked to it.

The statue of the goddess of rest embodies the obsessions of the ghostly maidens and the awakened spirits of the past.

A group of people who have been resurrected from the dead.

Abundant Fountain.

The snake people who fell into the rotten land.

A tattered military flag.

The descendants of humans who once fled the land of decay.

This isn't the end; wild elves and half-dragons will be added later.

They gathered in this ever-expanding city, and they came together under Xiao Yang's command.

………….

On the open field, beside the gnoll camp, soldiers rose once again from the flames.

This time, they seemed a bit more lively than before.

Flames burned fiercely in his eyes as he raised his weapon, facing the menacing monsters that surged towards him.

An angry roar.

"Damn monster!"

"go to hell!"

"For the Empire!"

It's just a bit more agile; these words are essentially still mechanical repetitions.

However, it is enough to show something.

If Xiao Yang were here, he would understand what these guys were doing, even if it meant giving up their own selves and becoming something that undergoes a mechanical cycle of reincarnation.

for them.

"The war is not over yet!"

(End of this chapter)