Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 214: Ambush!

Slowly, the fallen Dune Scavenger stirred upon the ground. Its body trembled with unnatural motion as it pushed itself upright.

Its once feral eyes were now lifeless and hollow, yet a faint soul fire burned within them, flickering with eerie intensity.

The transformation was complete.

Looking at the newly risen undead Dune Scavenger, Thoren nodded with a satisfied expression. His control over death had once again proven effective.

"Let us move," he said calmly.

The Undead Storm Tyrant stepped forward without hesitation. Beside it walked the newly raised undead Dune Scavenger, its movements stiff yet purposeful. Both of them took the lead, forming a protective front.

Suddenly, a nearby tent was torn apart violently.

Cloth and wooden supports scattered across the sand as another Dune Scavenger emerged from within. Its bloodshot eyes scanned the surroundings before locking onto the group ahead.

A notification appeared briefly before Thoren’s eyes.

[Jackal Beastman (Dune Scavenger)]

[Level: 23]

The beastman froze for a moment.

Its gaze shifted toward the undead Dune Scavenger walking beside Thoren. Confusion flashed across its face as it let out a guttural cry.

It could not understand what it was seeing.

Why was one of its kind walking alongside a human?

Before it could fully comprehend the situation, the undead Dune Scavenger and the Undead Storm Tyrant lunged forward simultaneously.

Howl!

The living Dune Scavenger reacted instinctively. It raised its crude saber in defense, attempting to block the incoming attack.

However, the force behind the Storm Tyrant’s hammer was overwhelming.

Bang!

The weapon collided with the saber, sending the Dune Scavenger skidding backward across the sand. The impact reverberated through its entire body, causing its muscles to tremble.

Before it could regain its footing, the undead Dune Scavenger followed up with a brutal strike.

Its crude club smashed against the beastman’s head.

A sharp crack echoed as blood splattered outward.

A miserable scream tore from the Dune Scavenger’s throat.

In desperation, it tried to communicate with the undead version of its kin. It let out frantic cries, as if seeking understanding or mercy.

There was none.

The Undead Storm Tyrant stepped forward again.

Its hammer descended without pause.

Bang!

The blow struck directly against the Dune Scavenger’s chest.

Bones shattered instantly.

Its ribcage collapsed inward as its organs were crushed under the force. The beastman let out a faint, broken whimper before its body fell limp upon the sand.

Dead.

Even in death, confusion lingered upon its twisted face.

It had not understood why its own kind had turned against it.

A notification appeared before Thoren’s eyes.

[Experience Gained +120]

[Summoned Entities Experience Gained +60]

[Spirit +0.01]

Thoren did not spare the notification a glance. His attention remained fixed on the fallen corpse before him.

[Undead Summoning]

[Bone Manipulation]

The corpse trembled violently. Its limbs jerked unnaturally as its body responded to Thoren’s command.

Slowly, it rose once more.

Its hollow eyes ignited with soul fire, glowing brighter than before. Its presence felt more ferocious, more unnatural than its living counterpart.

Now, Thoren had two undead Dune Scavengers at his command.

Combined with the Undead Storm Tyrant, his frontline had grown significantly stronger.

With such a formation, his confidence increased.

Meanwhile, beyond his immediate surroundings, the situation within the settlement continued to deteriorate.

Other awakeners struggled desperately.

Against the Dune Scavengers, many were powerless.

Weaker individuals were cut down with ease, their resistance meaningless against the coordinated attacks of the beastmen.

Some abandoned their comrades to save themselves.

Others screamed for help that never came.

No one cared.

Survival was the only thing that mattered.

Amidst the chaos, Thoren walked steadily out of the settlement without encountering further resistance.

He paused briefly and turned his head.

Behind him, the camp had descended into complete disorder.

Smoke rose into the air.

Cries echoed endlessly.

People ran in every direction, some injured, some unharmed.

Luck determined everything.

Without hesitation, Thoren turned away.

He had no reason to involve himself further.

Leading his undead servants, he moved deeper into the desert.

The settlement gradually shrank behind them, becoming nothing more than a distant blur upon the horizon.

Soon, they reached a massive dune.

The climb was steady. The descent on the other side revealed a new stretch of desert land.

As they stepped forward, a sudden scream pierced the air.

It came from their right.

An ambush.

Figures burst out from beneath the sand, their bodies coated in dust and grime. They charged toward Thoren with aggressive intent.

For a brief moment, Thoren frowned in confusion.

Then realization struck.

Bandits.

Despite the confusion, he reacted immediately.

"Kill them," he commanded coldly.

The attackers rushed forward with savage expressions.

They had done this many times before. The harsh conditions of the Bleeding Desert had driven many into desperation.

The chaos at the settlement had only provided them with an opportunity an they intended to exploit it.

Unfortunately for them, they had chosen the wrong target.

"What is that?"

"Dune Scavengers?"

The bandits halted briefly as they noticed the two charging undead Dune Scavengers.

Shock filled their faces.

Confusion followed immediately.

What is going on?

Why were the Dune Scavengers not attacking the human?

Many questions flooded their minds but greed took over. They outnumbered their opponent.

Their confidence surged once more.

They continued their charge.

Bang!

The two sides collided violently. However, their expressions changed almost instantly when they noticed more figures appeared.

One after another.

Over twenty undead emerged from the undead space, surrounding the battlefield. Each one possessed hollow eyes filled with burning soul fire.

Each one radiated death.

Fear gripped the bandits.

"This cannot be real," one whispered.

Their leader staggered back slightly, his voice trembling.

"Ne-cro-man-cer," he said in disbelief.

A scream erupted as one of the bandits was struck by an undead Dune Scavenger and sent flying across the sand.

The illusion of confidence shattered completely.

"Run!" the leader shouted.

Panic overtook them. They turned to flee without hesitation.

But escape was no longer an option.

From the depths of the Undead Space, a colossal figure emerged.

The Undead Rend Colossus.

Its massive body towered over the battlefield, casting a long shadow upon the sand.

Alongside it, numerous undead Starved Drakes appeared, their forms moving with unnatural speed.

Without delay, the undead Rend Colossus lifted its enormous leg.

Then it brought it down.

Boom!

The ground shook violently under the impact.