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Chapter 256 On the brink of dispair against the Undead Army

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The deadly and brutal battle raged on around the ark.

"Die!" A voice screamed at the top of its lungs.

Amidst the chaotic fray around the ark, Grandpa Philip wielded his polearm with unwavering determination.

His strikes were swift and calculated, cleaving through the ranks of the Undead with resolute resolve.

Each swing left a trail of devastation, scattering the animated corpses with deadly efficiency.

Veins protruded from his forehead with every swing; his chest rose and fell with each movement of his weapon, and his breathing grew erratic.

He knew he was getting close to his limit but refused to let that bother him, continuing the battle with unwavering determination.

Subsequently, William had madness evident in his eyes as he danced through the battlefield with his dual daggers.

His movements were a blur, and his strikes were unrelenting.

He seemed driven by a frenzied desire to eliminate every threat that dared cross his path.

With each slash, he left nothing but severed limbs and shattered bones in his wake.

Huff! Huff!

He sucked in cold breath and tried to control his uneven breathing. Sweat and blood covered his face.

Under the dark cloud, a deep cut that reached deep into his skin exposed his white bone.

Nevertheless, he seemed not to care about it all and looked at the sea of Undead soldiers in front of him, and the madness in his eyes increased.

"It\'s a good day to die!" He shouted and rushed into the Undead ranks.

As for the Genesis Elite soldiers, their once-immaculate shields and armor now bore cracks and dents from the relentless blows against the Tier 1 Undead army.

Bruises and bloodied wounds covered their bodies, bearing witness to their unyielding resolve.

Moreover, their once-strong formation had long been broken, leaving them scattered throughout the battleground.

They now fought in pairs and trios.

Their situation was more dire than that of Grandpa Philip and William. The Elite soldiers consisted only of Second Circle Existences.

Therefore, their endurance and tenacity were far inferior compared to a Third Circle Existence.

Nevertheless, their effort and courage were not lacking.

The relentless onslaught of the undead tested the soldiers\' limits as they fought tooth and nail to hold their ground.

Even though, deep down, they knew this might be their end, they endured various cuts, some deep and others shallow, but their determination remained unbroken.

They died protecting their race and land.

Every thrust of their weapons was a testament to their unyielding spirit, pushing back the relentless tide of death.

Ah! Ah!

Two soldiers had their necks broken by four Undead soldiers, ripping off their heads from their bodies.

Blood gushed out continuously from their headless corpses as the Undead soldiers fought for their remains in a grotesque scene.

"Please, save them... Please," a woman\'s desperate voice cried out, her words choked with anguish as tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.

Her heart-wrenching plea echoed through the ark, carrying the weight of sorrow and fear.

A collective gasp of horror swept through the onlookers as the gruesome events played out before their eyes.

The sight of their comrades falling, overtaken by the relentless undead, sent shivers down their spines.

The brutality of the scene left a deep scar on the faces of those inside the ark.

Anguish washed over them like a tidal wave as they bore witness to the gruesome spectacle.

The sound of bones crunching and the grotesque sight of their comrades being devoured by the undead haunted their minds, adding to their already heavy hearts.

On the ark, Nika and Merab narrowed their gazes.

Nika took a deep breath as he clenched his fist, the anger he suppressed continuing to boil deep in his heart.

As for Merab, she managed to control her expression as she waited to receive the order and jump into the battle.

His voice trembled with a tone of helplessness as he whispered, "If she doesn\'t give the command soon... They will all die before we can save them."

His words hung in the air like a heavy cloud of despair, laden with the weight of impending doom.

The urgency in his voice was palpable, a desperate plea for action in the face of overwhelming odds.

Merab caught the murmur, and in that moment, they shared a profound sense of concern and uncertainty.

Their hearts heavy with the grim reality of the situation.

"I know how you\'re feeling, but we can\'t start questioning her authority right now," Merab responded.

"I know... but I just can\'t help it."

In one of the cars, a kid had tears in his eyes as he looked at the brutality with fear and panic on his face.

"Don\'t cry. Grandpa will be alright," Lola consoled Sam.

"Does he look okay to you..." He shouted with tears streaming from his red eyes.

Lola looked at her friend for a moment before averting her gaze and focusing on the battle.

Her childish face was devoid of fear but replaced with hidden fury and hatred.

She gripped the handle of her saber, with the wind whirling around her.

Seeing this, Sam took a couple of steps back, and a look of hidden jealousy appeared on his face.

Previously, he had wanted to get stronger and fight the bad people, but because of his timid and cowardly nature, he couldn\'t.

Now, he regretted it.

Meanwhile, in the conference room, Susan stared intently at Kira without blinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kira asked, not looking at her.

"They are going to die very soon if you don\'t send people to help them," she responded.

"Sister Susan is right. Please command the soldiers... No. No. Only Merab is enough to save them," Leah said from the side.

"Do you think I don\'t know that?" She turned her gaze and looked at the two.

"Susan, you\'re a Fourth Circle Existence. You know better than this."

Hearing this, Susan averted her gaze with unwillingness. She knew Kira was right.

As they continued to get stronger, their perception and intuition were improving.

Therefore, what others couldn\'t sense, they could.

This was just the beginning.

And behold...

A hushed silence fell over the battlefield as an eerie change in the atmosphere swept through the land.

The ground beneath their feet trembled, sending shockwaves of unease through both the living and the undead.

The Tier 1 Undead Army, once relentless in their assault, faltered for a brief moment, their hollow eyes reflecting a hint of fear.

In the distance, beyond the Tier 1 Undead Army, a menacing presence loomed.

Dark figures emerged from the shadows, their forms shrouded in a malevolent aura.

These were not the mindless, shambling creatures of the Tier 1 Undead Army. No, these were something far more sinister.

The Tier 2 Undead Army had arrived.

Unlike their lesser counterparts, the Tier 2 Undead were armed with weapons of death and destruction.

Skeletal hands gripped wickedly sharp swords, axes, and maces.

Tattered banners adorned with unholy symbols fluttered above their ranks.

Their footsteps echoed with a chilling cadence as they advanced, a relentless force of malevolence and power.

The atmosphere grew heavy with dread as the realization of this new threat washed over the battlefield.

Just when the humans were on the brink of breakdown, two golden lights flashed in the heavens, piercing through the dark cloud.