Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 72: When the Devil Answers the Call

In front of the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter headquarters, silence reigned for a single heartbeat before the entire area erupted into chaos.

Every witness stood frozen in place, eyes widened in sheer horror as they struggled to process what they had just seen.

What...?

How was that even possible?

No one.

Absolutely no one had expected the figure standing beside Thoren to be so terrifyingly powerful.

His movements had been too fast, far beyond what most awakeners present could track with their naked eyes.

To many of them, it had seemed as though the three guards had simply collapsed on their own, throats opened before they could even react.

Shock rippled through the crowd like a wave.

"Y–You...!" the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter boss roared, veins bulging grotesquely across his forehead.

The sight of three of his elite men dying in an instant shattered the last fragments of his composure.

His original mission was to capture Thoren alive, torture him, and present him neatly to the Federation Police was completely forgotten.

At this moment, there was only rage.

Only humiliation.

Only blood.

"Kill him!" the boss screamed, pointing a trembling finger straight at Thoren.

But before his command could fully leave his lips, Thoren had already acted.

Whoosh!

The air behind him distorted violently.

From within his Undead Space, a massive presence erupted outward.

One hundred undead stonewall warriors emerged in perfect formation, each radiating the oppressive aura of a Level 10 awakener. Their heavy frames slammed into the ground as one, causing the earth beneath them to tremble.

Thoren’s silver eyes gleamed coldly.

"Kill," he commanded calmly.

The single word echoed like a death sentence.

The crowd watching from afar couldn’t help but gasp collectively.

"My goodness..."

"How can one person command so many undead servants?"

"That’s impossible! No necromancer should be able to control that many at once!"

Shock, disbelief, and fear filled the air.

At first, the members of the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters stood stunned, their minds refusing to accept the reality unfolding before them.

But their hesitation lasted only a couple of seconds.. The situation had already spiraled beyond control.

Retreat was no longer an option.

One by one, they unleashed their auras.

Assassins vanished from sight, blending seamlessly into the chaos.

Warriors surged forward with roars of fury, weapons raised as they charged head-on into the undead legion.

In the blink of an eye, the area descended into a full-blown battlefield.

The crowd retreated hastily, pulling back hundreds of meters from the carnage.

Many stumbled over themselves, fear evident in their pale faces. They had arrived expecting to witness the downfall of a necromancer.

Instead, they were witnessing a massacre.

They had thought Thoren’s fate was sealed the moment he stepped into the trap.

Now, they realized how terribly wrong they had been.

"As long as he’s given time to grow..." Arin murmured grimly as he observed the battle unfold. "No one will be able to stop him."

His eyes hardened with resolve.

"After this battle," he added quietly, "I must ensure the Crimson Arc Guild maintains a close relationship with him."

Nearby, Orven stood rigid among his guild members, his jaw hanging open in disbelief.

He had always believed himself stronger than Thoren that the necromancer was still far behind him.

Now, that illusion shattered completely.

Watching the undead stonewall warriors tear through trained bounty hunters sent shivers down his spine.

He knew, with chilling certainty, that even a single one of those undead could end his life effortlessly.

A short distance away, Seris stood equally dumbfounded.

The last time she had seen Thoren, he had controlled only a handful of beast skeletons.

Now...

One hundred undead warriors stood before her.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"How... how can he be this strong?" she whispered.

The realization struck her deeply. Thoren’s growth was beyond anyone’s imagination.

Subconsciously, the crowd’s perspective shifted.

No longer did they pity Thoren for falling into a trap.

Instead, awe replaced fear.

His strength defied all common sense.

Bang! Bang!

Ahhh! Ahhhh!

Agonized screams echoed across the battlefield as flesh and blood splattered violently onto the ground.

The stench of iron filled the air, thick and suffocating.

The undead stonewall warriors moved with flawless coordination.

Against each enemy warrior, three undead attacked simultaneously, striking from different angles without hesitation or mercy.

Their efficiency was terrifying, their movements precise and unrelenting.

It felt as though the crowd were watching an elite human army in action.

No... This was worse.

Unlike human soldiers, these warriors felt no pain.

No fear.

No exhaustion.

They were relentless killing machines.

"No—!" an assassin screamed as he was flung violently through the air.

He had attempted to sneak past the undead, aiming for Thoren, who stood calmly at the center of the battlefield.

But before he could reach his target, a spear pierced straight through his chest.

He crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth as his body convulsed once before falling still.

An undead stonewall warrior stepped forward, calmly withdrew its spear, and returned to the fray as if nothing had happened.

Watching his men fall like dry leaves in a storm, the Ghost Scream boss began to tremble.

Cold sweat drenched his spine.

A deep, primal unease clawed its way up from the depths of his soul.

’Why... why does it feel like I’ve invited the devil into my house?’

The horrifying realization struck him.

This had never been Thoren’s trap.

It had been his.

Ahhh!

A severed hand was flung into the air, blood spraying like a crimson fountain.

"B–Boss, help me!" a young man screamed in desperation.

Fear and panic contorted his face as he staggered backward, desperately trying to escape the undead pressing toward him.

He was a Level 11 hunter, yet his traps and skills proved utterly useless.

Kill one undead, and another immediately took its place.

The boss turned toward the sound and locked eyes with the pleading man.

"Enough!" he roared, stepping forward.

Though fear gnawed at his heart, pride and desperation drove him onward.

He could not allow himself to be cowed by undead no matter how powerful they were.

His shout drew everyone’s attention.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Look...the boss and the captains are stepping in!"

"With them joining, they should be able to handle the undead, right?"

"Of course! I heard the boss is a Level 13 hunter!"

"Humph! What can a Level 13 hunter do against an undead legion like this?"

"Idiot! Don’t compare high-level awakeners to low-level awakeners like yourself. The gap is like heaven and earth!"

Filled with forced confidence and wounded pride, the Ghost Scream boss strode into the battlefield.

"Thoren Starfall!" he declared loudly. "I underestimated you... but no more."

"Today, I will end your reign of terror and prove to everyone that necromancers are evil and must be eradicated by all means!"

His voice rang with false righteousness.

Hearing this, Thoren couldn’t help but smirk.

"You’re even stupider than I thought," he said calmly.

His voice wasn’t loud.

Yet every single person present heard it perfectly.