The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 352: Chapter 293: Who Will Be The Death Of Me

The message came through the walkie-talkie and reached everyone’s ears.

Meanwhile, the faint sound of running footsteps and distant roars of the horde could be heard.

Whoosh~!

The survivors became somewhat panicked in an instant.

Even as the auto repair shop kept expanding its controlled area, the survivors still harbored a deep-seated fear of the horde.

Li Yahong signaled everyone to stay calm and pressed the walkie-talkie to ask, “Are there many?”

“Probably quite a few, continuously turning from the road ahead. It’s impossible to gauge the exact number. There are five vehicles in the survivor’s convoy… now there are only four left, and they’re approaching this way.” Qi Han Cai continued.

“Keep an eye on them, Sister Qi, you come back first, get ready to intercept the convoy.”

“Okay!” Qi Han Cai answered.

Li Yahong also hung up the walkie-talkie and began directing the others to mobilize vehicles.

Upon receiving the message, Wu Heng released ‘Xiao Xiao’ to fly straight up into the sky.

After glancing at the distant zombie horde, he dove back into his body.

The distant scene was also shared in his mind.

Four bloodstained minivans sped forward, shrouded in a mist of blood.

Behind the convoy was a densely packed sea of zombies.

It was unclear where these survivors had come from, but they had attracted so many zombies.

Beyond the survivors’ vehicles and the horde behind them, the shared vision also revealed two three-meter-tall, muscle-bound, second-level ‘giant’ Mutated Zombies.

Chasing after the convoy, they hurled rocks and trash cans.

Knocking down the zombies in front of them.

After viewing the shared vision, Wu Heng immediately ordered the Big Head Skull, “Get the skeleton troops moving, set up defenses along the road, and prepare to resist the horde.”

Hurrah~!

The Skeleton Army stationed around the hotel immediately sprang into action.

Laying out defensive positions along the road.

Amidst a chorus of bone-on-bone friction.

The dense Skeleton Army blocked the entire road horizontally, spears forward, forming an impenetrable wall.

Behind the Spear Array, skeleton warriors armed with iron swords, battle axes, and warhammers, followed by the second largest group, the skeleton archers, drew their bows and arrows, ready to fire.

Behind them, the Skeleton Flying Dragon.

And the sweat-beaded Qiangzi and others hastily loading ammo into the Skeleton Flying Dragon.

Thud, thud, thud~!

Roar, roar, roar~!

The footsteps grew clearer, and the roars more intense.

The survivors’ convoy came fully into view, charging head-on towards them.

Wu Heng sent Xiao Xiao into the air once more to take a look.

The horde had grown even denser, more numerous than any horde he had seen before, filling the entire road and extending beyond sight.

And the Mutated Zombies were still just the two.

Following the horde, they chased after the convoy.

“The ammo is loaded, ready for takeoff,” Qiangzi’s voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Wu Heng looked out into the distance and said to the Big Head Skull, “Have the Skeleton Flying Dragon take to the sky and drop bombs on the back portion of the horde.”

The Big Head Skull didn’t respond.

But the Skeleton Flying Dragon behind took off straight into the air, flying head-on towards the direction of the horde.

…

Inside the speeding vans.

The fleeing survivors were silent, faces grave and serious, sweat covering their features.

Fleeing all the way, comrades were continuously swallowed by the horde, and only these last four vans remained upon reaching here.

Even so, it was uncertain whether any of them could survive.

The horde behind them was so dense that slowing down wasn’t an option.

Zombies lured to the sides, in a frenzy, banged against the sides of the vehicles.

Causing the already full-throttle minivans to sway unstably.

Suddenly, the driver’s face went pale, he rubbed his eyes, and his expression turned from solemn to terrified.

He said, “Look, are those skeletons in front of us, skeletons blocking the whole road?”

The other passengers in the van quickly ducked down, peering through the gaps in the grid welded by steel bars, looking ahead.

They saw a dense mass of figures blocking the road ahead.

Wielding spears, dressed in ancient armor, only the faces visible from outside showed the hollow pallor of skeletons.

In the eye sockets, blue flames burned.

“Damn it, what the hell is this thing?”

“Stop the car!”

“We can’t stop, if we stop the horde behind will also devour us, see if there’s a small path we can take on either side.”

The people in the vehicle immediately looked out the windows, towards both sides of the road ahead.

The entire road was only clear on this main route, with both sides piled up with a large number of scrapped cars.

Everyone fell silent.

After an arduous escape to this place, they did not expect the end to still mean dying at the hands of monsters.

The only difference would be whether they died at the hands of the skeletons or the zombies behind them.

Someone gritted their teeth and shouted, “Break through, just smash right in, as far as we can go.”

“Yes, let’s just smash through.”

A few people spoke loudly, determined to charge into the ranks of the skeletons.

Whoosh~!

Suddenly, the view ahead went dark.

A huge figure leapt into the air from behind the skeleton horde.

The pale bones and massive wings soared into the sky, disappearing from sight.

A dragon?

Or some freakishly mutated flying creature?

Everyone shut their mouths.

Suddenly feeling that maybe they couldn’t even break into the ranks of the skeletons.

Whoosh~!

Suddenly, the sound of bones rubbing against each other filled the air.

In the vision of the few, the skeleton troops blocking the road parted to create a pathway.

“Is this, letting us in?”

“Go in, it’s a fight for life or death.”

“Alright!”

Once again flooring the accelerator, they plunged directly into the path cleared by the skeleton troops.

The vans following behind also entered the passage in quick succession.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As they moved through the dense skeleton crowd, the group spotted several figures standing amidst the skeleton troops, followed by military vehicles lined up side by side, as well as survivors.

Humans!

Behind the skeletons were humans.

A sense of ecstatic relief, as if they had narrowly escaped death and reunited with long-lost relatives, surged from within.

…

The battlefield.

The Skeleton Flying Dragons quickly reached above the horde, and the bomb bay doors opened.

A dense shower of Solid Iron Bullets rained down from the sky.

Like a downpour, they smashed into the midst of the zombies.

Boom Boom Boom~!

A deafening series of roars merged into one.

The ground trembled, and thick smoke billowed up.

In an instant, large swathes of zombie bodies were pulverized, and blood and limbs sprayed everywhere.

A vacuum of open space was formed.

Roar~! Tramp tramp tramp~!

Then, the horde from behind, trampling over the scattered limbs and bodies, continued to charge forward.

Relentlessly pushing on.

In the sky, the Skeleton Flying Dragons circled back behind the troops.

Qiangzi and the others reloaded the ammunition, then soared into the sky once more.

The second volley of bombs fell.

The earth shook again, and another few hundred meters of zombies vanished.

All that remained were scattered limbs.

This time, two giant Mutated Zombies were also within the bombing range. They curled up in the corners of buildings with their muscular arms protecting their heads.

Even in their effort to minimize the impact, their backs and arms were still penetrated by wounds as wide as bowls.

Their bodies were also riddled with shrapnel from the splintering stones.

The enraged Mutated Zombies, dragging their injured bodies, slowly rose.

Looking up at the shadow flying overhead, they let out an angry roar.

Picking up stones from the ground, they threw them with all their might at the sky.

But they were too low to attack the Skeleton Flying Dragons above, and could only follow below, ceaselessly roaring and throwing the stones in their hands.

Swish~ Whoosh!

The whistling sound of something cutting through the air resonated once again.

A dense flurry of arrows covered the sky like dark clouds.

Thud thud thud~!

Arrows fell onto the battlefield, and zombies fell to the ground one after another.

The Mutated Zombies’ bodies were quickly filled with these densely packed arrows.

The Mutated Zombies once again had their hatred aroused.

They turned and roared at the distant skeleton troops.

Brushing aside the zombies in front of them, they charged over with large strides.

…

Another wave of arrow rain fell.

Wu Heng’s group also received a system prompt.

[Level raised to 12, Intelligence +1, Charm +1.]

[Proficiency unlocked: Forced Concentration.]

[Forced Concentration]: You can quickly enter a focused state, significantly boosting the efficiency of your learning and training.

He finally reached level 12.

Now, he had reached the standard of a normal Steward of the Association.

Zombie World was like an experience-grinding instance, providing him with a continuous stream of experience points.

His rate of improvement, when compared to Otherworld, was also exceptionally rapid.

Perhaps only the heroes from Bard’s stories could match this speed.

Li Yahong also came over and said, “Sister Qi and Han Cai have stopped those cars, how should we handle them?”

Wu Heng looked back and said, “Ask them how they ended up here. If they want to leave, let them go. If they want to stay, observe them for a while, then assign them some tasks.”

At the auto repair shop, there was still a great need for many hands for various jobs.

Aside from transporting looted supplies, patrolling, clearing scattered zombies, creating wooden targets, and repairing weapons and armor.

Many tasks required manpower.

It would not be a problem to have more people join.

Li Yahong nodded, “Alright!”

…

At the rear of the troop.

The survivors wielding Heavy Crossbows from the auto repair shop had surrounded the stopped vans in the middle.

‘Sister Qi,’ clad in spike-resistant gear, with her hands held behind her, slowly walked to the forefront and said to the vans, “For your safety, raise your hands when you come out of the vehicle. Don’t let us see any weapons or anything else that could pose a danger.”

Creak~!

The door of the first van, twisted and deformed, was slowly opened.

A figure emerged, hands held high and moving cautiously.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, we’re just ordinary survivors. We don’t have the power to harm you.”