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The fourth night had finally descended upon them, and a total of over 4,000 players representing the four servers had stationed themselves along the Roman walls. Their mission was to guard the six strategically positioned garrisons that spanned over a vast 10-mile-wide wall.

As the players gathered, a sense of anticipation filled the air.

After the fierce battles they had endured in the preceding nights, many among them had dared to hope that tonight's undead onslaught might be less severe. Unfortunately, their optimism was swiftly crushed.

In the distance, a chilling cry went up:

"They are coming! They are coming!"

All eyes turned toward the horizon, and what they witnessed an unending wave of undead zombies poured across the plains, rushing tirelessly toward the walls. The sheer number of undead was staggering, exceeding their expectations. Panic and apprehension rippled through the ranks of the defenders.

In the midst of this impending chaos, a notification popped up to the players:

[You Have Received an E-Level Quest: Guard the Gate]

The game's mechanics were at play once more, directing the undead hordes toward a specific target—the garrisons. This forced the players to defend specific sections of the walls, leaving them vulnerable to relentless waves of undead.

Yet, despite the dire circumstances, the defenders summoned their courage. A rallying cry echoed through the ranks: "Do not falter! Those mindless zombies won't be able to climb these walls!"

Indeed, defending the top of the 5-meter-high walls offered a considerable advantage when facing these types of undead. The zombies relied on the assistance of their fallen comrades to create makeshift ladders and breach the walls. As long as the defenders held their ground, the walls provided a relatively secure vantage point.

However, just as the players began to grow complacent and adapt to the situation, a new and unsettling sight appeared on the horizon.

[Skeleton]

[Type: Inhuman]

[Rank E+]

The sound of firearms echoed across the battlefield as bullets rained down upon these skeletal adversaries. While the zombies served as grim meat shields, the skeletons maneuvered between them with surprising speed, deftly scaling the walls to engage the players in close combat.

"Don't let them climb!"

A frantic call to action rang out among the defenders as they struggled to repel the encroaching skeleton horde. With at least a few thousand undead converging on each garrison, the sheer numbers, combined with the appearance of these agile skeletons, raised concerns about the magnitude of the undead threat they would face during this round. The officers and leaders couldn't help but swiftly disregard the number Axel's estimate during the meeting.

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Daniel, wielding axes in both hands, replied, "He hasn't come out of the workshop yet."

With the gruesome creatures closing in, the beautiful brunette couldn't contain her concern. "Ugh! I hate these repulsive creatures! They're disgusting!" Vicky exclaimed, her frustration evident. She then added, "They're here! Get ready!"

As per the plan, when the undead horde approached within a hundred meters of the walls, a coordinated barrage of arrows and bullets rained down upon them. These shots successfully took down dozens of undead before they could even reach the trenches located 20 meters away from the walls. The trenches began to fill with the writhing masses of undead, hindering the progress of those behind as they stumbled over the piles of their fallen comrades.

When the undead finally reached the walls, the support team was ready and waiting. Armed with large rocks, they hurled them down upon the approaching horde, causing chaotic and bloody collisions among the zombies. Long pikes were wielded by the defenders, pushing the undead back down into the ground and impaling those unfortunate enough to get too close.

As the defenders were preoccupied with the relentless assault of the zombies, the skeletons made their sinister appearance. Marching with an eerie and unnatural grace, they advanced across the macabre piles of zombie corpses, using them as a gruesome bridge to reach the walls. With agile dexterity, the skeletons began to climb the walls, their bony fingers finding purchase in the rough stones.

The defenders' initial confidence waned as they faced this new threat. The skeletons were faster, more agile, and posed a greater challenge than the lumbering zombies.

"Fight!" Vicky's commanding shout echoed along the walls, rallying the defenders to take action against the relentless onslaught of climbing undead. With determination in her eyes, she cast [Minor Blessing] upon herself—a spell she had learned at Alan's recommendation. The blessing enveloped her in a radiant light, enhancing her combat abilities and turning her into a formidable fighter on the walls.

Beside her, Daniel stood vigilant, ready to defend her flank at a moment's notice. To her left, Milo and his convict group fought with unwavering intensity, while on the other side, Merle and his redneck group battled fiercely to hold back the advancing undead.

The defenders fought valiantly to halt the relentless assault, but then a new threat emerged. From the treeline atop their horses, a group of [Revenants] appeared. There were ten of them, charging toward the gate with a singular objective: to destroy it.

Vicky shouted out a name and a hail of piercing bullets was unleashed from the figure with fiery red hair standing atop the citadel. The bullets found their marks, knocking down the revenants one by one as they closed in. When they reached closer, Merle joined the barrage, raining down bullets to support the defense.

Despite their efforts, half of the revenants managed to reach the gate and began pounding on it with their superhuman strength. It was only a matter of minutes before the gate would give way to their relentless assault.