Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 14

This wasn't because zombies could ignore bullets, but rather because the amount of ammunition required to eliminate a single zombie far exceeded what the private soldiers could carry.

In a regular campaign, soldiers typically carried three to four hundred rounds of ammunition.

However, to eliminate a single zombie with the assault rifles the private soldiers were currently using, it basically required firing a hundred rounds.

Clearly, under these circumstances, the private soldiers' ammunition would be quickly depleted.

After all, the private soldiers were initially told their combat objective was Moros alone.

Even if they had known in advance that Moros could summon monsters, the private soldiers couldn't possibly carry enough ammunition to confront an entire army.

And this was just concerning zombies.

When facing Ghosts and Vampires, the private soldiers' attacks were even less effective.

Unlike Ghosts in games, Ghosts in reality possessed a certain degree of physical immunity.

This gave them a significant advantage when engaging modern armies.

Physical immunity meant firearms were almost completely ineffective against Ghosts; whether it was machine guns, cannons, assault rifles, or anti-materiel sniper rifles, none could inflict damage on Ghosts.

It's worth noting that Ghosts are not spirits and are not harmed by sunlight.

Methods like UV lights and flashbangs were useless against them.

Of course, this didn't mean modern armies couldn't solve the Ghost problem.

Special weapons like flamethrowers or tasers could effectively damage Ghosts.

In the face of Ghosts, armor became meaningless, as Ghosts could directly pass through armor to attack personnel inside.

Furthermore, Ghosts possessed the ability to fly. Although their speed was only comparable to civilian helicopters, it was terrifyingly sufficient when engaging ground units.

Compared to Ghosts, Vampires were more manageable for the private soldiers.

While Vampires were extremely fast and could even deflect bullets with their steel longswords, they did not possess physical immunity.

This meant that the private soldiers had a chance to kill individual Vampires after paying a certain price.

However, if they were to face an entire squad of Vampires, the private soldiers, accustomed to small-scale combat, would find it difficult to withstand their charge.

Once the battle entered close-quarters combat, the fate of the private soldiers was sealed.

As for the most formidable undead unit under Moros's command – the Ghoul – these massive spellcasting undead, over two meters tall, had surpassed the limits of what the private soldiers could handle.

Ghouls were indeed fragile, but this was only when compared to other units of similar level in the Ashan World.

In reality, the Ghoul's robes offered very strong defense, capable of withstanding most physical attacks.

Neither pistol rounds nor rifle rounds could penetrate their defenses.

To deal with Ghouls, the private soldiers had to use more powerful weapons such as anti-materiel sniper rifles or rocket-propelled grenades.

Conversely, the spells cast by the Ghouls were sufficient to easily obliterate the private soldiers and their defensive positions.

Even the armored vehicle detachment specially dispatched by the Councillor appeared vulnerable under the Ghoul's [Death Cloud], easily reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

Ultimately, the main resistance force in this small city came from the Councillor's private soldiers.

They were supported by various high-tech weapons, which could, to some extent, threaten Moros, who was merely a level 13 Necromancer.

However, the lack of heavy equipment was the private soldiers' Achilles' heel; with insufficient firepower, they simply couldn't withstand the tide-like assault of the undead army.

Private soldiers were, after all, just the Councillor's private armed forces, capable of handling clandestine missions.

But in large-scale battles, their performance still showed a clear gap compared to regular troops.

In terms of frontal engagements and firepower saturation, even the most elite private soldier units were no match for regular troops.

Chapter 22: A Corner of Street Fighting

Third Avenue.

"Da~da~da~"

A heavy machine gun, hidden in a second-floor window, spewed deadly bullets, shredding zombies into pieces.

Unlike the weak assault rifle rounds, the power of machine gun bullets was enough to tear apart the tough flesh of zombies.

Under the suppression of the heavy machine gun fire, several private soldiers quickly retreated from another makeshift barricade and rushed into this building.

"We are Squad 17, I am Squad Leader Brook. Who is in charge here?"

As the retreating soldiers caught their breath, nervously watching the zombie horde outside, a broad-faced man with an assault rifle slung over his shoulder approached.

"Our captain is dead. I have the highest rank in the squad."

Meeting the broad-faced man's scrutinizing gaze, a tall and thin-looking man among the retreating soldiers stepped forward.

"Soldier, what's the situation?"

"It's very bad. The barricade we were defending was breached, and the brothers had to fight desperately to escape..."

Before the tall, thin man could finish speaking, a scream suddenly came from the second floor, followed by the sound of the heavy machine gun ceasing fire and the surging of the zombie horde.

"Damn it!"

Brook cursed and quickly gave orders to his teammates.

"Locke, Hunter, go to the second floor and redeploy the machine gun fire! Everyone else, hold these moving corpses with me!"

Turning back, Brook looked directly into the eyes of the tall, thin man and said seriously.

"As you can see, we must hold this building to survive. Now, I order you to join us and fight together."

"Understood!"

The tall, thin man agreed immediately without hesitation.

He knew Brook was right; at this critical juncture, they, the living, had to unite and resist the attacks of the dead.

"Alright, then you and your men..."

Before the square-faced man could finish giving orders, a Ghost emerged from the ceiling, turning his head 180 degrees backward.

Clearly, it was the one who had stopped the heavy machine gun fire on the second floor.

"Open fire!"

As expected of the private security force of a top political figure, facing this sudden change, the other private soldiers who witnessed it quickly turned their guns and opened fire fiercely on the Ghost.

However, their actions were futile.

In this era before Collapse Energy weapons were researched, bullets were unable to harm incorporeal Ghosts.

The Ghost was unharmed and continued to weave through the private soldier ranks at will.

Each time it passed through, it could easily take the life of a private soldier.

Meanwhile, as the private soldiers' fire was concentrated on the Ghost, the Zombies outside the building seized the opportunity and swarmed into the building.

"Damn it, don't come here! Don't come here!! Damn it! Damn it! Ah~"

Amidst the screams of the private soldiers, they were brutally hacked into pieces by the cleavers in the Zombies' hands.

"Damn it! We retreat!"

Since they had escaped once, the tall, thin man's team had no objection to running again.

However, this time, they were met by the claws of a second Ghost.

In just that short moment, the two private soldiers who had tried to rush to the second floor to restart the heavy machine gun fire were toyed with and killed by this Ghost.

Afterward, the Ghost passed through the floor slab and joined the battle on the first floor.

Facing the combined attack of two Ghosts and a group of Zombies, the tall, thin man's team fell into despair.

Although they resisted bravely, they were ultimately unable to withstand the arrival of death.

As the battle progressed, they fell one by one, and finally, the entire team followed in the footsteps of the square-faced man's team, disappearing in the slaughter.

Outskirts of the city.

"Has Third Avenue been occupied?"

Rubbing his smooth chin, Moros redirected the undead unit that had occupied Third Avenue to the Fifth Avenue battlefield.

Moros's strategy was clear: capture City Hall, seize Mayor Yang, and force him to hand over his parents.

Yes, Moros had no intention of occupying the city from the beginning.

He knew very well that the current achievements of the undead legion were solely based on the advantage of a surprise attack.

Once the Mu Continent's regime reacted and the regular army entered, the advantage he had gained would be lost in a short period.

Therefore, he had to act quickly and complete his strategic objectives rapidly.

To achieve his goal, Moros had already dispatched an elite squad composed entirely of Ghosts and Vampires to carry out a decapitation strike on City Hall.

Although this unit suffered considerable losses under the impact of various high-tech traps and elite private soldiers, they successfully located Mayor Yang.

It was precisely because of the crucial intelligence feedback from the decapitation squad that Moros formulated the current strategy.

Fifth Avenue battlefield.

A futuristic infantry fighting vehicle was parked imposingly at the street corner, its sci-fi appearance flashing with a cold gleam under the sunlight.

Behind the infantry fighting vehicle, a squad of over ten private soldiers was gathered closely together.

Relying on the powerful firepower of the infantry fighting vehicle, they firmly held the last checkpoint leading to City Hall.

The infantry fighting vehicle spewed flames fiercely, its dense barrage pouring down like a torrential rain.

Waves of Zombie clusters halted before this ferocious firepower, unable to cross the threshold.

The flames of the infantry fighting vehicle mercilessly tore apart the Zombies' bodies, eliminating them one by one.

"Sizzle~"

The sound of a flamethrower echoed, and the raging flames instantly incinerated the Ghosts that tried to charge into the infantry fighting vehicle.

Although these Ghosts relied on their "incorporeal" trait to be immune to bullets and shells, they were still vulnerable to the flames ignited by the special fuel.

Facing this indestructible infantry fighting vehicle, the Skeleton Archers madly shot dense volleys of arrows, but apart from taking the lives of a few accompanying infantrymen, they failed to inflict any other substantial damage on the infantry fighting vehicle.

However, this imposing infantry fighting vehicle didn't last long.

As the [Death Cloud] descended, the infantry fighting vehicle, which had previously destroyed hundreds of Zombies and Skeleton Archers, was instantly reduced to a wreck.

Its once furious flames were extinguished, leaving behind only a pile of scrap metal.

Even the incredibly sturdy infantry fighting vehicle was rendered dilapidated under the attack of the [Death Cloud]; the fate of the ordinary accompanying infantry was naturally even more tragic.

Within the rolling yellow-green clouds, the private soldiers who hadn't been killed by the arrow rain instantly turned into foul-smelling pus and blood.

Their bodies were completely corroded, and they lost their lives before they could even scream.

With the fall of this checkpoint, the obstacle between the undead forces and the City Hall was completely cleared.

"Attack!"

Under Moros's command, the Zombies surged towards the City Hall like a tide, and the private soldiers who had originally guarded there had no chance to offer any further resistance.

Under the magical bombardment of the Ghouls, the City Hall's defenses instantly crumbled.

"Capture him!"

Moros decisively issued the order, his gaze locked onto Mayor Yang, who appeared in the linked frontline undead perspective.

Facing a Vampire whose speed was as elusive as a ghost, Mayor Yang, being an ordinary person, naturally could not escape.

Chapter 23: The Mayor's Demise

As soon as Moros was discovered to possess supernatural powers, Mayor Yang had already planned to flee.

However, the Councillor behind him did not wish to give up such a "supernatural power capturer" and therefore resolutely prevented the Mayor from leaving.

Facing the immense authority of the big shot at the pinnacle of Mu Continent's political arena, after careful consideration, Mayor Yang could only choose to remain in the small city, becoming bait to lure Moros into a trap.

At that time, Mayor Yang was full of confidence in the Councillor's plan, believing that with the support of the Councillor's private soldier force, even if Moros possessed supernatural powers, he would surely be captured by them.