god of tomorrow

Skeleton Knight!

The knight's armor had long lost its luster, was covered in rust and jagged cracks, and his dark red cloak hung heavily behind him like dried blood. He gripped a cracked greatsword tightly in his hand, its tip pressing against the ground to support his weary body, which had been lonely for a thousand years.

The moment the distant ripples touched the knight, the faint, bean-like soul flame in his eye sockets suddenly throbbed violently, transforming into a raging, azure flame.

Click!

The knight slowly raised his head, his rusty joints emitting a chilling grinding sound. His Soulfire eyes were fixed on the direction from which the fluctuations came. Through the shared vision with the giant eagle, his gaze pierced through layers of void, and he saw the culprit behind everything.

A surge of overwhelming killing intent and rage erupted from the knight's shattered chest: "He was the one who used the underworld as a sacrifice, performing a chaotic offering..."

A deep, hoarse voice squeezed out from the knight's throat, filled with resentment and obsession. He suddenly raised the broken sword in his hand, its blade pointing straight at the sky.

"Alive!"

Chapter 10: How did things suddenly get better?

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When Gao Wen was renewing his membership, he vaguely heard a sound in his ear, the sound of his hard-earned money leaving him.

"Financial freedom means that if money wants to leave, I can't stop it. The membership for tomorrow has already been renewed, and now I need to get busy with the membership for the day after tomorrow. I wonder how many fellow villagers are still around..."

Gao Wen stomped down, snapping what appeared to be a leg bone with a crack, and muttered, "Living a hard life every day just to have food to eat tomorrow... This feels so surreal, did I really time travel?"

boom!

boom!!

Rumble—

In the depths of darkness, deathly energy churned, and the stench of decay grew ever stronger.

Countless eerie blue soul flames flickered, and the originally weak cold light, due to their large number and continuous force, illuminated the broken bodies of the skeleton soldiers.

They moved with stiff yet determined steps, their charge not chaotic, forming a unified whole. Each skeleton was part of a sophisticated machine, guided by the same thread, each step precisely to the same rhythm, creating a breathtaking torrent of white bones.

At first, the synchronized steps echoed like distant thunder, barely audible. Before long, the thunder grew louder and the raindrops denser, eventually coalescing into a deafening roar, as if some colossal creature had awakened and emerged from the darkness with unstoppable force.

For a moment, the earth trembled slightly.

The undead army is advancing!

Such a loud noise could be heard clearly by anyone who isn't blind.

Gao Wen quickly looked over and was horrified. His screen was filled with red dots, and more soldiers were swarming behind him. The sheer number of them made his scalp tingle, and he was afraid that his system's graphics card wouldn't be able to handle it.

"My goodness, that must be worth hundreds of thousands..."

Gao Wen didn't understand before, but now that he was there, he finally understood what the concept of thousands of troops on the battlefield meant. He swallowed hard and said, "A true man should be like this. If I had so many fearless brothers, let alone fighting at Xuanwu Gate, even if Liu Xiu came, I would bet he wouldn't have a second one."

Why even bother fighting? I'm outta here!

The enemy army was too powerful, and Gao Wen couldn't think of a way to win. He decided that the best of the thirty-six stratagems was to flee, so he turned on his flashlight and ran away as fast as he could.

"Dear host, the number of undead troops has not exceeded ten thousand, not even half."

The AI ​​assistant counted the number of red names and provided a conclusion, while also giving Gao Wen a brief explanation.

Visual perception is deceptive, or rather, people's perception of quantity is very vague. Especially when presented with extremely large quantities rapidly, without professional training, reference points, or statistical tools, the estimated value and the actual value can deviate significantly.

Therefore, it's all an illusion.

The number of undead was far less than Gawain had imagined, around five thousand, densely packed together, which made him feel like the world was his enemy.

"So that's how it is. Another useful posture has been added."

Gao Wen ran even faster.

Five thousand is a lot. One spit from each person... well, to put it another way, even if it were five thousand pigs, it would be enough for him to kill for several days.

Knowing the exact number of the undead army, Gawain's retreat became more planned and purposeful. Unlike before, when he was focused solely on running away, this time it was a strategic counter-offensive.

There are two strategic objectives.

First, extend the battle lines to ensure that you can advance or retreat freely and will not be overwhelmed by the undead.

Secondly, they diverted the trouble eastward, 'leading' this army of the undead to attack cities and seize strongholds, heading towards another mountain.

As long as the two sides go to war, even if it's just a standoff, his strategic goal will be achieved.

They rushed about, turning and advancing like the wind!

After running for half an hour, Gao Wen was neither red-faced nor out of breath, and seemed unaware of fatigue.

Based on his previous experience dealing with skeletons, he didn't accelerate at full speed at first, worried that the pursuers behind him wouldn't be able to keep up. But as he ran, he realized that something was wrong.

The army of the undead is always there, just like a killer in a horror movie with autopilot; no matter how many times you try to shake them off, they can always find you.

Something is wrong!

Something must be wrong!

Gawain was alone, which first ruled out the possibility of him being a traitor. He had been unconscious for two days and hadn't been picked up, so the possibility of undead spirits searching for him from the void was also ruled out...

Excluding all impossibilities, there is only one truth.

The undead army not only has ground troops, but also flying units that control the air and are equipped with communication devices to transmit their every move to the army command.

"The local gangs are too despicable. I hope they're not flying-type beasts at the Bone Dragon level..."

That said, is the Bone Dragon a Flying-type or a Dragon-type?

Gao Wen gritted his teeth and looked up into the darkness in all directions. The distance was too great, and he could not see the red dot.

Even if we see it, it's useless; we're too far away to help.

After another ten minutes of running, Gao Wen slowed down, his legs felt like lead and he was panting heavily, giving the illusion that he was exhausted and had to stop to rest.

I can't go on anymore, I can't run.

In the darkness, Gao Wen slumped to the ground like a noodle, turned off the flashlight, and plopped down on the ground, his chest heaving violently, as if he was about to faint from lack of oxygen at any moment.

At this point, there's no need for a large army to press in; a small scout squad could easily take him down.

A ghostly blue soul flame suddenly ignited, and more than ten bone hounds, enveloped in deathly aura, rushed out, surrounding them from all directions, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced.

The moment the bone dog pounced, the exhausted Gawain moved.

He launched himself forward, twisted his body, and dodged the bone dog's bite at top speed. He then swung his baseball bat in a wide arc, accurately smashing a bone dog in the head.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step and his body burst into motion, charging back and forth. In just a few breaths, more than ten bone dogs were all lifted into the air and turned into a pile of dry bones.

After killing the last bone hound, Gawain didn't look back and strode off again, running wildly forward.

His steps were steady and powerful, his breathing was even, and he showed no signs of exhaustion.

This time it's really no use, I really can't run anymore.

After running for a while, Gao Wen stopped again, his body swaying precariously, his face as pale as paper, looking even weaker than before.

This time, it attracted not only bone hounds, but also several skeleton scouts who were at the forefront of the battle, due to the extended battle line.

Take this!

Crackling sounds!

slip away!

The kite-flying tactic may seem dangerous, but it is actually not safe at all, unless you are as fast as Gawain and have overwhelming numerical advantages to firmly grasp the initiative.

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If you don't believe it, then you've already believed it for nothing.

Gao Wen was not only a superb actor but also quick-witted. He fought and retreated, using trickery and deception to eliminate hundreds of pursuers and earn 10 gold coins. Facing the surging tide of undead, he would only deal with the first wave at a time, never lingering in battle, and always managed to slip away at the last second before the main force arrived.

If we let him continue, he might actually accumulate 100 gold coins to unlock a Level 1 membership.

whoosh whoosh whoosh———

Having been manipulated time and again, the undead army command could no longer bear it. The bone-winged giant eagles circling high in the sky swooped down, suddenly rising before touching the ground.

The enormous bone wings flapped, stirring up violent air currents.

In an instant, a gray vortex erupted from the giant eagle's center. The highly concentrated death energy compressed and exploded, transforming into countless spinning, deadly wind blades that converged into a wall of wind that sliced ​​through the earth and rumbled as it rolled toward Gawain.

A sudden gust of wind whistled past Gao Wen's ears, catching the faint sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air. His feet chugged to the ground, carving two furrows, and he retreated hastily without a second thought.

Unable to see anything in the darkness, he couldn't tell what creature had launched the attack. He only saw a red dot fall rapidly, release magic, and then fly away high into the air.

Regardless of whether it's a Bone Dragon or not, this Flying-type is of a high level.

Gao Wen dared not rashly enter the deathly aura storm. He stopped abruptly and retreated, searching for a way out. Unexpectedly, the giant eagle returned, taking off and landing twice in succession, releasing deathly aura storms that blocked his left and right paths.

Three wind walls rose from the ground, forming a U-shape that trapped Gao Wen tightly in the middle.

Surrounded on three sides but missing one, the brainless undead actually know military strategy!

Gawain's alarm bells rang loudly. The other party could have easily killed him with magic, but instead of attacking, they only surrounded him. Was there an order to capture him alive, or an order to publicly execute him?

Rumble!

A deafening roar of the tide swept in, and the ghostly blue soul flames merged into a vast ocean of will-o'-the-wisps, threatening to ignite a prairie fire and illuminate the darkness.

As the undead army arrived, and the death storm dissipated, skeleton soldiers quickly filled the gaps, completing the encirclement from all sides. Coupled with the giant eagles circling high in the sky, not even a fly could escape.

The script isn't right. How come the other side is suddenly getting better out of nowhere?

Facing a formidable enemy, Gao Wen was on high alert, tightening his grip on the baseball bat, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his brow.

I have a feeling that with such a grand spectacle, the BOSS is about to make his appearance.

Gao Wen couldn't understand it. As a newcomer, he hadn't offended the other party and had no opportunity to do so, so why did it cause such a commotion?

The encirclement slowly tightened, and from the rear, the skeleton soldiers lined up on the left and right, clearing a path.

Tap, tap, tap...

The heavy thud of hooves struck the ground, and a nightmare warhorse engulfed in eerie blue flames slowly emerged. On its back sat a skeletal knight clad in tattered armor.

The soul fire in the knight's eye sockets pulsed with extraordinary intensity, its illumination far exceeding that of ordinary skeleton soldiers, allowing Gawain to clearly see his appearance.

It was no different from an ordinary skeleton, but its body was taller and its aura more majestic. It had armor, a cloak, and its own mount and weapons...