Chapter 142: How to Fight? It Is Completely Impossible to Win

Lin Mu sat on the sofa, gazing at the sixty-plus-inch widescreen display before him.

Lucia accompanied him at the side.

"That protective array is right there in the pool in the middle. It cannot be dismantled while active. However, those mysterious purple elements can be removed. Tell your skeletons to keep it down."

A drone hovered high above the city, transmitting the live feed directly into Lin Mu's vehicle.

Such delicate operations required Lucia to control them personally.

Yet every step she took was filled with cautious trembling.

Seeing this, Lin Mu's mouth twitched. How on earth had he ever thought such things could pose a threat to anyone?

"Is your stuff really this fragile?"

Lucia nodded awkwardly. "Fragility is normal; after all, they're just the corpses of ordinary people. Still, this is already quite good, at least they managed to walk all the way over there."

In the center of the city, a skeleton snapped in half hastily scrambled on the spot, reaching out to pull its lower body back in front of itself.

The other skeletons ignored this spectacle and continued marching toward the pool.

Only, whether it was due to the poor quality of the bones they used or not, they kept losing arms and legs at random intervals.

Fortunately, the inhabitants were fast asleep; even these noises weren't enough to wake them.

Witnessing this, Lin Mu curved the corners of his lips. Everything was proceeding smoothly.

Things were developing exactly as he had anticipated.

He picked up the walkie-talkie: "All units, prepare. Once the energy barrier dissipates, the undead enter the city first, followed closely by the vehicles. Remember one thing: drop your weapons and you will be spared."

Population—he currently needed a massive population.

The people in his convoy alone were no longer sufficient.

The night was exceptionally serene, save for the incessant scratching sound of rubbing bones.

The sound of friction grew louder and louder throughout the city.

Kolodro was jolted awake from his slumber. Listening to the grinding of bones, he sensed that something terrible was about to happen.

He hastily sounded the alarm.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Quickly, protect the defensive array!"

Right at that moment, Hill rushed in from outside. "It's bad! The mysterious elements on the protective array are gone! The array has failed, and they've broken through!"

Kolodro bolted out of his room, only to see that the undead had already swarmed into the city.

Looking at the boundless sea of undead, Kolodro froze in place. How could there be so many?

Even though these creatures shattered at a single blow, they simply outnumbered anyone's capacity to fight them all.

"Retreat! Fall back! Head out through the tunnel!"

An aged voice rang out—it was the chieftain of another race.

Right, get out of here first and figure things out later.

However, upon reaching the tunnel, they discovered it was likewise packed densely with swarming skeletons.

"Break our way through! There can't be that many in this passage," Hill shouted.

Kolodro shook his head. "Since there are undead skeletons in here, it means the other end of the tunnel must be crawling with them too. There's no escaping."

Trying to flee from here at this point meant certain death.

"Pick up your weapons and fight them."

Hill wore a bitter expression. How on earth were they supposed to fight?

With this endless, boundless sea of undead stretching out before them, how could anyone win?

Not to mention the unknown enemies lurking behind them.

There was simply no way to fight this.

Several thousand people across four races gathered together. These were the very last remnants of the city.

"I'm going to carve a bloody path out of here. Is anyone coming with us?"

A green-skinned humanoid nearby shook his head. "Forget it for us Forest Kin. You all know what Undead Mages are like; if you don't kill them completely, they will haunt you endlessly. Now that the protective array is gone, we're just waiting to die."

Kolodro's expression turned grim. Of course he knew that, but he couldn't just sit back and not try to fight his way out.

Just then, a wave of roaring engines echoed through the air.

Headlights pierced the darkness from all four directions.

"Huh, those must be vehicles. Why do they have transport? Didn't the technology of the technological races get completely suppressed? How do they still have this?"

An elder stared at the vehicles in bewilderment.

When they entered this realm, all their technology had been confiscated.

The weapons they possessed now were crafted by scavenging whatever resources they could find.

Consequently, their armaments varied widely in strength.

"Perhaps they are the purest technological race, possessing zero personal strength of their own."

In this world, the rules forced everything into a state of relative balance.

No one was allowed to become excessively powerful.

Much like the vampires Lin Mu and his group had encountered previously—under normal circumstances, beings of that caliber would have long since grown immune or indifferent to the sun.

Yet here, they simply could not venture out during the day; the sun inflicted infinite damage upon them.

Similarly, crucifixes could harm them, but not nearly as potently as in legends.

Here, however, those weaknesses were amplified infinitely.

Every race was subjected to the same rule.

Lin Mu's faction possessed advanced technology, but their personal martial cultivation was lacking.

Of course, cultivation wasn't impossible for them; it simply demanded far higher talent than what others required.

As for this race, they were capable of cultivation, but not to a terrifying degree, which allowed them to utilize technology.

Even though their existing technology had been stripped away, they were capable of creating anew.

This made them quite similar to Lin Mu's group.

The only difference was that the others manufactured everything purely by hand, whereas Lin Mu utilized skills to produce items.

Gazing at the vehicles, Kolodro felt a wave of profound helplessness wash over him.

As a former technological race, they naturally understood the status of such machinery in this realm.

Had the defensive array been active, they would have had the confidence to hold out, but now that it had been shut down, restarting it would take at least an hour.

There was simply no time left.

"Sigh~ It's over."

Countless undead surrounded the crowd as vehicle after vehicle pulled up, their mounted weaponry locked onto the people before them.

"Drop your weapons and squat on the ground!"

"Drop your weapons and squat on the ground!"

Jiang Han repeated himself twice, sitting inside the vehicle as he looked down at the alien beings.

Kolodro and the others exchanged glances before tossing their weapons aside and squatting down.

"Should we capture one of them later and use them as a direct hostage?"

Hill whispered his inquiry.

Since the enemies relied on technology, it implied that their individual combat prowess couldn't be all that impressive.

"And you said my head was full of muscle? I think your skull is filled with nothing but water. With this many people, how would you even know which one is useful?"

Hill was left utterly speechless.

Yet resigning themselves to capture like this left a bitter taste of resentment in his heart.

Thud!

Tap, tap, tap~

The sound of footsteps striking the ground rang out. The crowd looked toward the approaching woman, furrowing their brows.

"Such a good-looking woman—she must be the enemy captain, right?"

Kolodro's mouth twitched. He truly wondered how this race chose its leaders.

To actually determine a captain based on physical attractiveness!

"I advise you not to entertain any other thoughts. I certainly don't want to die."

001 walked up to the group holding dozens of collars in her hands. "Are you going to put these on yourselves, or shall I do it for you?"

Staring at the dark, pitch-black collars, Kolodro furrowed his brows deeply.

These things looked terribly familiar. What on earth were they?