"Interesting!"

On the bone ship, the commander of the Undead Legion, Gretius, looked at the battle scene in front of him with a mysterious smile on his face.

His large white teeth stood out under his dark skin. That unique dark skin is obviously in the same vein as the Jillians!

He looked at the almost one-sided battle situation in front of him, but he didn't say anything, as if it wasn't his own legion that was dying.

Compared to the current battle situation, he was more concerned about what was happening in the other direction.

Gresius's gaze moved away from the army of the undead in front of him and looked in the direction of Glory Castle from afar.

Of course, he couldn't see anything from such a distance. But as a participant in a military meeting in the wasteland of Endris after entering this world, Gresius knew exactly who the commander in that direction was. That's Bill William. The guy who had suppressed him in the death training camp so that he could only be the second best in 10,000 years.

As a member of the Dark Empire's big family, Greshuus has received the best education since he was born, and he has all the resources for cultivation. Unlike others who joined the death camp, he entered the death camp purely for gilding.

Despite this, the chief of that class of graduates has long been regarded by Greshughes as a bag. But unexpectedly, there was a Bill William in the sky. This guy completely obscured the glow of Greshuus.

The so-called second place, for Gresius, did not mean the slightest.

If this is all there is to it, Greshues just doesn't like this Bill, and it's far from hateful to the point. His heart wasn't that narrow-minded yet.

Besides, even if he is the chief, the laws pursued in the society of the Dark Empire are completely different from the simple respect of the strong in the death training camp. Bill, who doesn't have a tough background, I'm afraid it won't be long before he will be completely crushed by himself in terms of identity and status, so why should he care about an ant when the time comes?

Gradually, however, he discovered the evil nature of this Bill. That guy is clearly an outsider from the Dark Empire, but he always has incredible and amazing behaviors, and he actually mixes up in the Dark Empire. Even if Greshues secretly used his family power to suppress it, every time he targeted Bill, he was the one who suffered in the end.

Originally, he still wanted to just make some trouble for that guy, but again and again, he took actions again and again, suffered losses again and again, and these things made the negative emotions in his heart continue to accumulate, and finally brewed into a fountain of hatred!

With him without me, we don't share the sky!

If it was a normal day, Greshues had already started to do it when he learned that Bill's side had started. He will definitely be eager to start the siege on his side, take this Mahler town at any cost, and then go straight to the castle of the Mel family. That guy must not be allowed to achieve greater merit than himself.

But now he was not in a hurry, but looked in the direction of the small town of Mahler with burning eyes.

On the walls of the town, the mighty defenders and the brave adventurers, of course, none of these could leave a ripple in Gresius's heart. He has only one goal, and that is the girl with the gourd on the city wall!

To be exact, it's a gourd carried by a girl!

"Attack!"

Gresius waved his hand, and the next echelon of the undead army, which had already been on standby, began to attack the city. But among the army of the undead besieging the city, there are no high-level troops, and those who rush forward are just cannon fodder such as the loss of some skeletons. At best, with a few stitching monsters, the battle has confirmed, and they are no threat to Mahler at all.

Greshuus looked at the siege scene in front of him with interest, turning a blind eye to the inexplicable courage of the other party, as if it was his own side that had the advantage now.

At that military meeting, Greshues argued strongly that he must focus on the direction of the Mel family. All the commanders of the Dark Empire's expeditionary force thought that Greshuus was just taking advantage of the weakness of the Mel family to take advantage of it.

However, they underestimated Greshues' IQ.

Ever since he came to this dimensional battlefield, Greshues has felt an inexplicable call in his blood. He could sense that he was simply born for the world.

And the place where the strongest feeling in the bloodline is the direction of the Mel family!

His judgment was not wrong, as he conquered in this world, not only did his strength continue to grow, but he also felt an inexplicable change in himself. This change has made him more commanding of his armies. And he also found that his military pair was able to amplify himself to some extent.

This increase increased day by day as the campaign went by day. Gresius constantly experienced the thrill of a surge in strength. This experience reminded him of an ancient legend that said that his race has a wonderful power in its bloodline, and once it encounters the right environment and activates its bloodline, it can immediately achieve extraordinary results.

Originally, Gresius just thought that this was far-fetched by his clansmen, but now he was a little convinced.

But when he happened to see the girl with the gourd on her back from a distance, Gresius was completely convinced.

Resonance! Intense resonance! Resonance like never before!

The moment Greshuus saw that gourd, he instantly trembled and stood on the spot!

At that moment, he felt the joyful chirping of his own blood, and the strongest longing among them.

There is only one belief left in his heart: this is mine, and this gourd must be mine!

The closer you get to the battlefield, the closer you get to this gourd, the stronger this feeling of Greshuus becomes. His body and mind told himself that once he could get this gourd, it would be like the legendary one-punch prophet getting the Endless Power Gauntlet.

When the time comes, what chief and what Bill will be just stepping stones on the road to immortality.

So, he must get this gourd!

But the more anxious his heart became, the calmer his mind became. He condescendingly observed the form of the battlefield and analyzed the comparison of the strength of the two sides. quickly determined the reason why the other party suddenly became so brave.

Sure enough, all the power is related to that magic gourd. It's the incredible increase it gives the enemy legion. And Greshues also found a little. As the war progressed, tiny runes continued to appear in the remains of the undead who were killed, and then merged into the gourd, and the aura on the gourd continued to increase.

It turns out that it still has this potential, and since this gourd is destined to be my Greshuan thing, why not take this opportunity to increase its power to the extreme.

Gresius had no doubts about his victory. Because after all, Mahler Town is congenitally deficient, and there are few soldiers and generals, even if it can break out for a while, it will definitely not be able to carry its own endless army of undead, not to mention that the high-level undead on its side have not yet been put into use.

However, since the cannon fodder undead on their side can continue to improve the power of the "magic gourd", then the victory or defeat of the war does not matter. The important thing is to cultivate the gourd for yourself!

Therefore, Gresius is determined to send a wave, constantly consuming his cannon fodder to increase the power of the gourd. Anyway, as an army of the undead, the last thing that is lacking is cannon fodder.

And he also sent a part of the legion back to the interior of the Endris Wasteland to collect the corpses of those monsters in the process of conquest. They want to build a great array of reincarnation of the dead here, constantly creating undead spirits from afar, and preparing for a protracted war.

Gresius believes that the longer the nourishment, the more brilliant the power of his gourd will be able to burst out!

So, go for it, bone sticks!

The army of the undead has been repeatedly frustrated, and Gresius Zhizhu is in hand......

On the 1st of November, Bill William breached Fort Glory, leaving only cracked earth and surging lava on its original site.

Gresius was in the thick of a fierce battle in the town of Mahler.

On the 4th of November, Bill William went deep into the Land of Plenty, and was besieged by 200,000 troops of the three families of the Plenty, who were waiting for him, and won the battle.

Gresius was in the thick of a fierce battle in the town of Mahler.

On November 7, Bill William cleared the last resistance of the Fertile Lands, the Cara and Hebrews were wiped out, and the Lington surrendered. The army of the undead is approaching the heart of the Alliance, Rimzibaatar.

Gresius was in the thick of a fierce battle in the town of Mahler.

On November 10, Bill William smashed Mount Angnus, successfully bypassed the defense line formed by the Alliance, and raided Remzibaatar, successfully transforming millions of undead before the Alliance army returned to save itself, breaking the Alliance army in Nethera, and shocking the Quartet!

Gresius was in the thick of a fierce battle in the town of Mahler.

The breath on the gourd is getting stronger day by day......