Chapter 298: The Newborn Ghost MP3

Ji Ming has already forgotten what the candy‑coated bomb that Suo La tossed to him was called, but he doesn't mind sending her and her three sidekicks on their way.

"Wait, what's this? The shape, and it even has a belt… damn, they really know how to have fun."

Sheathing the blood‑stained hidden dragon spear, he arrived at the end of his journey, and, coincidentally, the bizarre portal's location was exactly the garden where Ji Ming once remarked that the candy‑coated lady was truly horse‑black.

A deep‑purple vortex hovered silently between several stone pillars, with skeleton soldiers continually emerging from the ever‑spinning death energy, already forming a thousand‑strong squad beside it.

After all, they're the regular army of Lao Yang Tou; the quality of these undead skeleton soldiers is still high. If these thousands of killing machines were deployed onto the battlefield, the mercenaries would truly be beaten into tears.

Um…

Alright, maybe it's not that bleak, because nobody knows who built this portal, and they insisted on placing it so high in the air; the skeletons that successfully teleported hadn't even reacted before they went "pop" and fell to the ground, each coming out with battle damage as if they'd been charged a toll.

I have to say, those skeleton soldiers seem to have a quality issue; a single hit shatters them into pieces, as if the bowling pins in a tavern had become spirits…

But as the bridgehead for Wendigo's assault on Sunlight City, this place is not unguarded aside from the Spider Queen; for example, before that portal stood three towering skeleton warriors, apparently transformed from Lionfolk, Elephantfolk and Rocfolk.

And before this gaunt trio of Lion Camel Ridge, there was a necromancer clad in a black robe, both legs hovering in the air and spinning wildly, perhaps awaiting evolution.

However, a single wizard couldn't sustain such a massive portal, so beneath him sat another forty or fifty low‑rank necromancers chanting together, jointly maintaining the portal's existence.

Those who know say it's a gathering of monsters plotting mischief; those who don't think it's a teacher supervising morning reading, even punishing three troublemakers at the front…

Skeleton warriors are naturally bizarre, but these necromancers are different; they are a special kind of caster, many retaining a living being's identity, so Holy Light striking them offers no special boost— it can only scorch them half to death.

This made Ji Ming's newly settled heart flutter again; how could he live up to his Holy Light Divine Chosen status without sending them all away? So he devised a new strategy.

Sustaining such complex magic is extremely taxing, so the wizard chief kept his eyes closed, straining to maintain internal magical equilibrium, when suddenly he heard singing at his ear.

"Once, I wandered aimlessly, on the dark night's road…"

Hiss…

He instantly felt his spirit tremble, opened his eyes toward the source of the voice, and saw a wizard seated farther back.

To avoid disturbing the other wizards assisting him, he used an encrypted spell to project his voice into the other's ear and sharply said,

"You, could you be a bit quieter!"

But the wizard not only showed no reaction; he smiled, lifted his pale chin, sang with increasing vigor, and even began to sway.

"A gentle breeze, stabbing the soul, unable to find the proper direction…"

The chief erupted in fury; whatever madness this kid was spouting was affecting Lord Wendigo's grand scheme, and his chance to join the bizarre council now hinged on this move!

He gave no further chance, slapped the ground and floated over, raising his hand to unleash a vile, corrupt magic that would boil the opponent's brain through matter.

But at that moment, the chief was surprised to see the wizard beside him also start singing.

"Life's journey, how many tears are needed to make it whole…"

Moreover, the song spread like a plague; before a lyric finished, forty or fifty others were humming along.

Now the chief was utterly terrified; one person going mad is one thing, but if everyone except his own men went mad, that meant he himself had gone insane!

"No! Impossible, they're the ones who're insane. I'm destined to become a great lich, a necromancer, I can't be wrong!"

Thus, brimming with confidence, the wizard chief raised his hand, a clawed strike cracking skulls, then a punch shattering foreheads; while crazily beheading these traitors, he roared at the necromancer skeletons.

"Come help, they're all infiltrators trying to sabotage the portal, hurry!"

But whether the subordinates wanted to or not, once they were forced to cease casting, the massive portal didn't vanish outright but rapidly shrank to the size of an ordinary doorway, and a few unlucky souls who hadn't fully teleported were ripped apart in the spatial torrent.

The three demons of Lion Camel Ridge were stunned by the shocking scene, hesitated in place for a moment, then brandished their weapons and charged.

Seeing this, the wizard chief rejoiced, continuing to slay traitors while loudly calling out.

"Quick, quick, they're trying to run, to run… ah!"

But what he got was a fierce combined assault from the three demons, a single blow making him feel what "three cuts, six holes" is.

"You… are also… traitors?"

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, the desperate, enraged necromancer's face twisted as he thrust a hand clad in sharp black armor into his own chest.

This is a vile spell that nearly every necromancer in such harsh conditions knows, sacrificing the heart to trigger a massive self‑detonation.

"Lord Wendigo, His Majesty the Wolf King, my task of guarding the portal is complete!"

Before the chaotic death aura leveled the entire platform, a lingering melodious line drifted out on the cold wind.

"Can I hope for the distant heavens, to soar together, the newly created ones."

…

"Damn, that was actually pretty good singing."

The honest Holy Light Divine Chosen Ji Ming announced he was responsible for this ultra‑terrifying assault; indeed, he had used the Suggestion Technique to employ a few tricks.

From the wizard chief's perspective, it was his loyal, valiant effort to slay the traitors, only to die resentfully in their hands, so angry he seemed to explode literally.

But in the eyes of the skeleton warriors, who cannot be affected by the Suggestion Technique, this was the wizard chief suddenly erupting into murder; yet the loyal wizards, instead of striking their leader, remained seated singing heart‑warming songs to try to awaken him, until three brothers who couldn't stand it went up to help.

As for the truth, Ji Ming first hypnotized a nervous junior wizard, making him "quietly sing a soothing song to his own chief, believing that his loyal chief would surely promote him heavily," and then…

And then there was nothing else; who could have known that this seemingly steady wizard chief was actually more nervous than his subordinate, and without a word he immediately moved to kill, causing everyone's spirits to be jolted; Ji Ming, before he could react, smoothly completed a collective hypnosis, prompting the group to perform a hymn chorus.

In the end, watching the wizard chief slaughter wildly in his head‑bang tune, he even used a self‑detonation in his dying moments to eliminate the unsuggestible skeleton warriors, moving so fast that Ji Ming didn't even have time to say, "Time's almost up."

But their fire‑combined annihilation was also a blessing, sparing Ji Ming from having to appear on the platform; he used a few Talismans of Suppressing Calamity to send away the elephant‑skeleton that barely survived with thick blood, now reduced to half a brain.

The skeleton troops gathered nearby also noticed the anomaly; though they possessed some intelligence, they were leaderless, all stranded in an open area with no escape, and Ji Ming swiftly activated Judgment of the Saint, cutting them down with a twin high‑heat holy‑light beam.

Now unguarded, the portal became a lamb awaiting slaughter; Ji Ming tossed a few Talismans of Suppressing Calamity at it as if scattering paper money.

"Lao Yang Tou, your crystal really can't be pushed, huh."

Clack!

The death knight, engaged in a second round with the war machine, suddenly heard a shattering sound on his body; bewildered for a moment, he felt a heart‑attack and almost failed to dodge the enemy's ambush.

Now he gave up his weapon, rushed toward the direction of the Feather Person, and shouted a question.

"It's over! Look! It's shattered! What to do!"

But what could the Feather Person do? He, now a feather‑less chicken after the fierce duel, was in such a mess his bitter tea leaves were about to fall, and could only stammer to seek counsel from the Spider Queen.

"Spider Queen! Come quickly! It's shattered! What to do!"

However, the spider queen now faces the greatest pressure among the three, for she must lead the army in a strong assault on the church and confront the frontline battlefield—not to mention, her own size is still the largest among the three; a casual attack from either of the two old women, even a stray bullet, could fling her in the face. Now her eight eyes are filled with the pain of torment; hearing the feather person's words, she didn't react for a moment, even letting out an "ah".

The feather person almost couldn't catch their breath.

What the hell, you! The teleportation gate blew up!

The spider queen, busy raising troops for breeding and feeling dizzy, first reacted with disbelief—until she took out her own magic stone… and glanced at the fragments.

Puff puff puff puff puff… (the sound of spider eggs spurting out in fright).

As a council elder, she, like the feather person, understands the wendigo's nature; the wendigo takes this battle very seriously—if we lose this round, my butt will surely be twisted off!

After muttering several times "what to do," the higher‑intelligence spider queen came up with a so‑called solution that isn't really a solution.

"Open the isolation shield! Right, let those believers tear open a part of the isolation shield, and the swarming zombies will rush out and poison the outer city as well!"

The confused thoughts gradually communicated, and the spider queen buzzed out the full plan using her psychic power.

"As long as we lure some of these people away, we can take the church in one fell swoop; if they don't leave, at least we can turn the whole Sunshine City into a dead city, and then even if we lose, it'll only count as half a loss—we'll have something to say when we meet the council chairman!"

"Excellent!"

The feather person was practically moved to admire the spider queen's astonishing wisdom, immediately contacting the shadow fanatics occupying the formation chamber, ordering them to close the isolation layer at the inner city's main gate and release the zombies inside.

Clearly the intention was to have them wave their slaughter knives and cut down their own compatriots, yet the fanatics, without a hint of doubt, began carrying out the task—they adjusted the output power of the magic array at the gate section and proactively scattered blood food to guide the zombies to leave the city in a group.

However, as the zombies groaned and uh‑ah‑ed out through the gate, what they saw was not an empty street or a chaotic crowd—quite the opposite: countless black cannon muzzles and fully armed living beings.

After discovering that the inner‑outer city isolation shield had been activated, the players, treating it as a large‑scale puzzle, discussed briefly and came up with two solutions.

One is violent demolition—simple: concentrate all weapons at the largest gate and start bombarding; blast a path with truth and dignity, then rush in and occupy Sunshine City, and that's it.

The other is a sneak attack—since the scouts all know one can sneak in via the river to bypass the isolation, how could the players not know? Just send elite infiltrators to take control of the formation chamber; then the entire isolation shield will be ours, and the directions we can operate will multiply.

Thus the meticulous players chose to have it all: on one hand they set up an artillery position before the city gate, on the other hand they sent people inside to control the formation.

Now this is fine—one side thinks the wide gate road is suitable for deploying formations to blast, while the other side thinks the wide gate road is perfect for rushing out in a massive crowd; consequently the two forces ended up engaging in close combat for no apparent reason.

Seeing a horde of zombies surge in like a tide, the players who had learned via the infiltrators' comms that a biohazard had broken out inside exchanged glances, and then, without prior agreement, suddenly realized.

This is the game officials' designed true zombie unrivaled challenge mode, just meant to let us have a huge blast!

Then there's nothing more to say— you like to swarm, right? You like to huddle for warmth, right?

Fire!

From the closed beta to this afternoon, players have deployed all the heavy firepower they produced here—up to the eight Urban giant cannons ordered in a row by Tuhao Ge, down to the nearly obsolete three‑bow bed crossbows—regardless of principle or origin, under everyone's control they all roared together at this moment.

As a unit for measuring truth, the haphazard "All‑Nations Made" stubbornly used its own numbers to pile up a feeling like a Katyusha salvo; the cold steel represents the ingenuity of human technology, amid the deafening roar is the determination to level the seas with cannon fire, and the dark sky was starkly illuminated by this continuous barrage of fire, as bright as daylight.

The wide and long city gate turned into a meat grinder's passage; the zombies eager to gnaw fresh flesh hadn't even stepped out before they tasted endless tearing and gunpowder smoke; the most horrifying part is that this scene involves no violence at all, for they cannot leave even a whole corpse behind—they turn to ash in the dust and smoke.

If the city wall itself weren't also protected by a shielding barrier, even though it was built of specially reinforced material enhanced with magic, it probably couldn't withstand the first barrage and would be blown to powder; but fortunately its extremely high defense forces the zombies to constantly cluster, otherwise the players couldn't have blown them to smithereens in one go.

If it were a normal army receiving such a heavy frontal blow, even without morale collapsing they ought to have been ordered to retreat by their commander; yet the zombies know nothing of fear of death, and under the drive of fanatics they keep streaming relentlessly into the cannon fire to meet their doom.