Volume One: Hell-Level Lord World Chapter 112: The Flood Engulfs the City

Boom! Boom! Boom! The floodwaters relentlessly battered the city of the undead. With the very first surge, the city walls were torn down. As the waters surged, Chen Gu even heard explosions echoing from beneath the surface. It seemed the undead city wasn’t without a moat; rather, someone had cunningly transformed it into a minefield buried underground.

Fortunately, Chen Gu and his companions had never considered infiltrating the city through subterranean routes. Had they done so, they would have been blown sky-high by those hidden mines immediately.

Now, as the flood struck, the mines detonated en masse—not dispersing the waters, but instead exploding against the city walls. Once breached, the floodwaters swept massive stones crashing into the buildings behind. This undead city, designed to house twenty million undead within its modest confines, had been built upward, layer upon layer.

Many structures were stacked atop others; topple the lower levels, and the upper ones would inevitably collapse. The falling ruins plunged into the water, instantly swept away by the torrent, smashing into further buildings.

Chen Gu and his men stood about a thousand meters ahead of the city, watching the flood mercilessly flatten it. The undead within had no chance to react—bone dragons didn't even get a moment to take flight before being shattered by stones hurled by the flood.

The deluge persisted for over an hour, carrying the remnants of the undead city nearly a hundred miles downstream. When the waters receded, the ground was littered with debris and the corpses of the undead.

Chen Gu breathed a sigh of relief as he observed the retreating flood and the precariously eroded hillside. Turning to Pan, who had just arrived beside him, he smiled proudly.

“See that? This magic is impressive, isn’t it?”

“You’re incredible, sir,” Pan admitted, unable to deny that Chen Gu had accomplished something beyond his imagination.

At first, Pan had viewed Chen Gu as a man with wild ideas but unreliable execution. Perhaps once or twice, Chen Gu’s ingenuity had yielded the impossible, but over time, if he relied solely on his whims, he risked losing sight of his foundational principles—and that would mark his downfall.

Yet this battle revealed another facet of Chen Gu. He dared to act—and when he did, he meticulously considered every detail. Most importantly, he was willing to take risks. That willingness to gamble set him apart from ordinary men. Others might hesitate even if they harbored a plan, but Chen Gu boldly took the plunge—and achieved great victories.

Now Pan was certain: Chen Gu was a man of conviction, and following him would surely lead to success.

Unaware of Pan’s changing mindset, Chen Gu swiftly issued orders.

“Carrion vines, move out and clean the battlefield. Prioritize the city’s core, then various stone structures, and finally any salvageable supplies. As for the corpses, carrion vines eat what they can; leave the rest.

“Pan, you and K’bas will venture outside the city limits. Pan, head toward the rear, in the direction of Longwind City. I need an update on its current status—has it and the nearby villages been abandoned, or are they occupied by the undead? Find out everything you can.

“K’bas, return to the area struck by the flood and clean up. Some undead might have been swept away but survived. Deal with them.”

With orders given, Pan and K’bas sprang into action. Pan left the bulk of the vine-powered vehicles behind, driving only the foremost vine-drawn carriage. K’bas transformed into a swarm of mosquitoes, soaring into the air with countless insects.

Once they departed, Chen Gu entered the temporary camp formed by the vine carriages. All vehicles had been arranged according to the initial plan. At the carriage tavern already established, several straw men sat drinking, though Chen Gu immediately recognized they weren’t heroes drawn by the tavern’s allure.

They were merely background figures, proof that the camp was inhabited.

Meanwhile, the camp had fully transformed; construction of the magic towers accelerated. Hungry wolves and bloodshadow wolves tirelessly ferried supplies from the warehouse to the towers. The carriage itself visibly changed—the original vinewood shell now adorned with intricate magical runes.

Standing nearby, Chen Gu felt it resembled a nomadic tribe’s divination wagon.

As Chen Gu wandered the camp, Pan had already crossed the flood-stricken zone and entered Longwind City’s territory.

Upon arrival, Pan dispatched all his crows. Stationed at the vine carriage’s driver’s seat, he directed his bloodshadow wolves to scour the area for signs of life.

Soon, several crows returned.

“Any findings?” Pan asked.

The crows alighted on Pan’s shoulders, chattering rapidly.

Pan’s eyes lit up. “Such a vast area... empty farms, abandoned elven villages, right? Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.”

He leaped onto the carriage and drove toward where the crows had flown.

From their reports, all elves from the villages near Longwind City had gone out on missions. Nearby villages were deserted. However, the farmlands the elves had cultivated remained intact—crops still grew and withered each year, sustained by elven magic.

The undead needed no food, but they had no intent to destroy these untended farms.

What truly excited Pan was the presence of numerous straw men scattered throughout these fields.

He believed these straw men, left for centuries, were imbued with spirit. He could transform them into his personal guard.

Like K’bas, he yearned to command his own exclusive troop. He did not want to remain merely Chen Gu’s carriage driver; he wanted to fight.

Hearing this news, Pan headed straight for the farm. It was empty now. If he could claim the farm, it would become his base—a place to train countless straw men.

With these, he could command a substantial new army.

Just as Pan neared the farm, more crows landed on him.

“What’s that? Another deserted farm filled with straw men? This is my chance to strike it rich!”