Though the zombie spearman could quickly form ranks, their intellect remained low.

Without guidance, they were at a loss when confronted with an encirclement.

The formation wavered, direction continuously changing.

Fongo offered no further words.

He seized the opportune moment and issued a command.

Attack! With a rush, the skeletal soldiers charged forth from all directions.

Akin to wild beasts pouncing on their prey.

Those attacking head-on were met with the thrusts of long spears which sent them soaring into the air.

Their bony forms skewered against the ribs of their adversaries, thrashing in rage.

Meanwhile, from the remaining three directions, the skeletal soldiers closed in, wielding swords and blades with ferocity.

Fong house struck from the side, seizing a spear that had been redirected.

His iron sword slicing towards the opponent's neck.

With a decisive thrust, the sword cleaved through flesh.

Dark blood oozing like thick syrup, suspended at the wound without falling.

"Damn it!" Fong how muttered under his breath, evading an incoming strike while relentlessly swinging his iron sword.

The gash in the neck widened until the bone was severed.

The battle grew intense.

The zombie spearman, classified as second tier, possessed superior base attributes compared to the skeletal soldiers.

After the last of the zombie spearmen were vanquished, over 30 skeletal soldiers had perished in the fray, including one under Fongs control, whose left shoulder ribs have been shattered by a spear, dangling helplessly, unable to lift his wooden shield.

Fortunately, the skeletal body was devoid of sensation.

Otherwise, he would have surely suffered.

Clean up the battlefield.

Damn, these zombies are quite fierce, Fongghao shouted, tearing a strip from the rotting zombie banner in an attempt to bind a rib cage.

The skeletal soldiers began to clear the area, collecting the spoils.

Shadow Stones, seven, Marks of Death, two blueprint, iron spear, rusted iron spears, 324, Castle Key.

In addition to the shadow stones and marks of death, Fongghao also acquired the blueprint for the iron spear.

This world bestowed upon the lord the rules of crafting.

The blueprints thus become particularly significant.

It matters not whether you are a designer or a weaponsmith.

Possessing the blueprints alone enables you to forge the desired tools and equipment.

Even the acquisition of over 300 iron spears pales in comparison to the value of this singular blueprint.

Having meticulously arranged all the spoils, I approached the ancient castle.

After inserting the key, I commanded the skeletal soldiers to collectively push the door open.

Upon entering the castle, Fongghow's eyes widened in astonishment.

Unlike the gloomy exterior, the castle's great hall was remarkably bright and opulate, resembling a dimminionive palace.

The polished floor gleamed, while the wooden wall panels were adorned with exquisite carvings.

The copper sconces emitted a soft glow, illuminating the interior.

A crimson carpet stretched across the hall, and at intervals, stone columns rose majestically.

Each column was intricately carved with lifelike designs, and perched at top each was a massive creature reminiscent of a bat, motionless and sculptural in repose.

The bat's size rivaled that of an adult beast, its form immense and covered in sineuy muscles.

Through the gaps in its leathery wings, one could discern enormous claws and sharp curved talents.

There is no need for heightened vigilance, nor to recognize this creature.

After enduring two rounds of battle outside, I understood this to be a new monstrosity.

Yet, these bat-like creatures remained still, leaving Fongo uncertain whether they were merely asleep or had succumbed to death.

"Let's scout ahead," Fongo suggested.

The front row skeletal soldiers advanced along the crimson carpet.

After only a few steps, suddenly the colossal bat on the column opened its eyes, emitting a piercing howl as it leaped down, its broad wings unfurled, and with gliding speed, it seized one of the advancing skeletal soldiers into the air.

Before the soldier could react, it was torn aunder by the beast's mighty claws, scattering bones across the ground.

Bloodthirsty Batwolf, rank five.

Abilities, combat skills, flight, bloodthirst.

description.

When the bloodthirsty Batwolf reveals its sharp fangs, it signifies the complete loss of reason.

It will shred flesh and crush bones, indulging its brutal proclivities in the most savage manner.

As the batwolf dove down, closing the distance, Fong discerned its attributes.

Upon realizing it was a rank five creature, a jolt of apprehension coursed through him.

How had the rank of these creatures suddenly escalated so dramatically? The first batwolf obliterated the skeletal soldier and the remaining bloodthirsty Batwolves followed suit, awakening with eyes ablaze with rage as their crimson gaze fell upon Fong How and the other intruders.

They unleashed a chorus of roars and leaped from the columns to attack.

Fight! Cut down these beasts.

Fonghowo bellowed.

The skeletons receiving the command brandished their iron swords and launched an assault.

The confines of the castle hall proved limited, allowing only a portion of the skeletal soldiers to press inside.

Many found themselves trapped outside the ancient fortress, unable to enter, and thus unable to leverage their numerical superiority.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A total of six bloodthirsty bat wolves swooped down, directly colliding with the horde of skeletons.

Their massive claws tore through the protective leather armor, and their gaping m crushed the skulls of their foes.

Once injured, the bat wolves ascended into the air, biting their time until their wounds dried before plunging back into battle against the skeletons.

Consolidate.

Do not scatter.

Fongo continued to issue commands.

The scattered skeletons began to gather around him, using the wall behind as a defensive point to prevent their ranks from being disrupted again.

However, Fong Ha's orders also drew the attention of the Batwolves.

The nearest bat wolf abandoned the skeleton it was engaged with and charged directly at Fong Ho.

Fonggho dared not confront.

He instinctively rolled to the side to evade the impending attack.

Bang! The Batwolf sent several skeletons flying only to crash into the rear wall itself.

The immense recoil left the creature momentarily dazed, shaking its head and stumbling about.

"You fool! Kill it, Fonggha shouted in frustration as he advanced to strike.

Nearby skeleton soldiers rushed in, swinging their iron swords at the batwolf.

Wounds began to appear on its body.

Crimson blood streaming forth.

A piercing whale of agony echoed through the air, mingling with the blood that flowed.

Fong lamented silently.

What a pity.

Despite such an assault, it remains alive.

Its vitality is remarkably resilient.

Surveying the battlefield, he noted that they had already lost over a 100 skeleton soldiers.

Continuing this fight would only lead to further casualties.

Retreat.

Close the door behind them.

The skeletons, not looking back, withdrew outside the fortress.

Seizing the opportunity to shut the massive doors before the enemy could react.

Yula, block the door.

I shall return with reinforcements.

Chapter 25.

The skeleton transformation zone having dispelled the divine state.

Fongghow rose from his bed.

After sipping some cool water, he stepped out of the lord's wooden cottage.

Outside, the laboring skeletons were diligently attending to their tasks while the skeletal soldiers patrolled and hunted.

He opened the lord's book and navigated to the crafting section.

Bone arrow, one wood, two beast bones.

Adjusting the quantity to 100, he selected to craft.