This thunderous war beast was in its prime and served as a transport vehicle for the artillery unit. It was not equipped with coilguns, but its pouches on both sides of its back were filled with spore shells.

The necromancers then surged into the Armory Square, sweeping in from all directions like a black tide.

Aldenan yanked the reins of his war beast and rode the Thunderous War Beast toward the city wall.

The Thunderous War Beast's massive body, under its full-force charge, was like a siege tank starting at full speed.

Ordinary undead have no chance of fighting back against it; they are either trampled into mud or smashed into pieces.

Riding atop his warhorse, Aldnan pounded his spear as he shouted at the undead, "Come on! Come on, all of you! Fresh meat is right here!"

Attracted by the commotion, the undead turned around and rushed towards Aldenan at full speed.

Even some of the undead that had approached the city began to turn back and give chase.

Sitting atop the Thunderous Warbeast, Aldenan looked around and saw undead everywhere—to the left, right, in front, and behind. His mount was like a speedboat sailing on a black sea, heading headlong towards the center of the ocean.

Aldenan laughed and cried at the same time; it was the first time since he was born that he felt the fullness and joy of life.

Memories of the past flashed through his mind like fragments of a video.

When he was a child, a human trafficker knocked on his door and bought his freedom from his parents for twelve silver moons.

The trafficker squatted down, ripped the wooden cross off his chest, and said coldly, "God has abandoned you. You no longer need this."

When he was a boy, he stood in a steel enclosure, facing opponents many times stronger than himself, and was knocked to the ground time and time again.

The cruel voice echoed repeatedly in his ears: "Live! Live by any means necessary, by any means necessary! Only by living can you hope!"

When he first stepped into the underground boxing ring, he discovered that his original opponent had been replaced by a lion.

It turns out that no one cared whether the newcomer lived or died; everyone just wanted to see some special "appetizers" before the main event.

At that time, he gradually understood a saying: Don't trust anyone; indifference and ruthlessness will allow you to live longer in this world, while compassion and kindness will only hasten your demise...

The Thunderous War Beast passed through the military camp and approached the city wall. The undead around it became increasingly dense and dangerous.

Bone-spiked necromancers climbed the broken walls and launched bone spikes; spider necromancers leaped onto war beasts and gnawed at flesh and blood.

Aldnan rose from the back of the war beast, gripped his spear, and knocked down the approaching undead.

However, the number of undead around them increased, and the wounded war beasts became slower and slower.

Aldenan looked at his battered and bruised mount, raised his spear high, and thrust it forcefully at it.

The war beast, writhing in pain, suddenly went berserk, charging at full speed towards the city wall, smashing through countless undead and carving a bloody path through the horde of corpses.

It wasn't until it crashed headfirst into the leg of a fortress undead that the Thunder Beast could no longer hold on, letting out a mournful cry as it collapsed to the ground.

Aldenan, who had fallen to the ground, reached for the spear that had fallen to the ground, but a bone spike pierced his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, a second and a third bone spur pierced through his body.

Aldenan's vision slowly blurred.

But a question popped into my mind—what could possibly make me give up the life I've always cherished?

A warm yet heavy voice faintly echoed in Aldenan's ears.

Aldenan smiled.

Struggling to retrieve a pre-prepared tinderbox from his robes, Aldenan closed his eyes as he faced the gathering undead. He held the tinderbox towards the scattered spore bombs around him, whispering, "Live well, my brother..."

...

The intense, blinding white light dispelled the darkness on the plain.

The massive shockwave, like a hurricane, swept away the chaos of the world.

A rising sun brought some warmth to the cold earth and a moment of hope to the survivors.