Chapter 227 Eight-Level Zombie

Eight-level zombies aren't that rare, but this was a group.

How many?

Over a thousand.

The Great Prophet's hand trembled. Was this a joke?

Zombie teams were common, but when had anyone heard of a group of powerful zombies forming a team?

Logically, there must be level nine, or even level ten zombies among them.

The Great Prophet said in a deep voice, "Immediately gather the troops and pile them to death. Perfect, a huge pile of high-level crystals."

But by the time the Great Prophet gathered his men and arrived, the zombies were long gone.

After all, the zombie line stretched for dozens of *li*.

The Great Prophet was unwilling, muttering, "This is really strange."

Da Zhuang watched the group from afar, laughing loudly, "I don't know why, but I just want to mess with them. No rush, take it slow, just kill a few each day. If I can't finish in a month, I'll take two months."

That night, Da Zhuang led his brothers to attack again. The Great Prophet was prepared and encountered the zombie army.

But these zombies ate and ran. The Great Prophet didn't dare to chase. They were too fast.

Going alone with a small group of elites to find trouble with the zombies would probably mean not returning.

The Great Prophet stomped his foot in hatred, vowing to deal with the Dragon Kingdom later.

That day, various bases in the Dragon Kingdom received news of the Youzi and Brown Bear attacks.

The accumulated rainwater from the previous rainstorm had evaporated and dispersed considerably due to the passage of time.

Mu Hong stepped forward and began contacting various parties.

She had joined forces with some base leaders to deal with Da Zhuang, narrowly escaping death, and had formed a bond of shared survival.

With Dawn City absent, Mu Hong was considered one of the top powerhouses.

Mu Hong also had good fortune and had now reached level ten, holding considerable prestige among the survivors.

Soon, Mu Hong contacted over a dozen big shots, and some came uninvited.

Mu Hong said in a deep voice, "We must withstand them. If they defeat us one by one, we're finished."

"In the face of such a major crisis, I hope everyone can put aside old grievances and unite."

Someone said, "They have the strength of an entire nation. We don't even have 100,000 people combined, right?"

Mu Hong said, "There are still many people on the way. Gather those freelancers too. They have the largest numbers, although their strength is weaker. I don't believe the Youzi and Brown Bear are all level six or seven. Most of them are probably level four or five."

A man said resentfully, "Damn it, Dawn City took too many elites away. We can't find anyone at this critical moment."

Mu Hong said, "Dawn City has a base by the sea. I've sent someone to contact them. I have a feeling they will come and won't really abandon us."

Someone sighed, "They're no longer on the mainland. Counting the round trip, it will probably take several days. The Youzi are coming fiercely. Who knows how many people will have died in a few days."

"Even if they come, what can individual strength do in such a large-scale battle? Can they fight ten thousand single-handedly?"

Everyone was silent. If the average strength of the Youzi and Brown Bear was similar to the Dragon Kingdom, Dawn City's timely arrival would only barely even the odds.

Mu Hong chuckled softly, "No matter what, we will fight to the death without retreating."

Her words were light, but full of unwavering strength.

Relying solely on the various bases was impossible. The largest number of people were still freelancers.

Life was getting harder and harder. Not just Dawn City, every base was becoming more elitist. No one wanted level five survivors anymore.

And level four and five survivors accounted for at least three-quarters of the population.

You don't include us usually, letting us fend for ourselves. Now you remember us?

A man with a scruffy beard and dirty hair that hadn't been washed in who knew how long heard the news and suddenly stood up from the crowd.

"I'll go."

A companion mocked, "You're only level four. What can you do?"

The man said in a deep voice, "I'll be cannon fodder. Does the Dragon Kingdom have cowards?"

The companion chuckled and stood up, surprisingly saying, "That's right. I don't want to live anyway. I'll take someone down with me before I die. Let's go together."

In another place, a young man shouted, "Whether you come one at a time or two at a time, we've never lost!"

High above, there were three golden eagles with Chen Luo, Mi Ling, Mi Li, Dharma King, Hai Ji, and Little Kami sitting on them.

Mi Li's eyes were a little red. She said softly, "When disaster strikes, someone always steps forward, whether they are weak or strong."

Mi Ling said with emotion, "Humanity has a dark side, but it also has a bright side. In the past, I seemed to only focus on the abyss."

Chen Luo remained silent, feeling very complicated.

As Mi Ling said, since the apocalypse, he had only seen the ugliness of human nature.

If I were just an ordinary person, only level four, I would be just as ugly as them.

No, I would be uglier than them.

In my previous life, I was a despicable old trickster.

This life isn't much better, scheming and deceiving, using any means necessary.

They are doing it to survive, I am doing it to live better.

There's no difference.

If there is a difference, it's only that I've eaten my fill, put on clean clothes, and have a little more face.

Chen Luo also hoped that more people would survive, but he couldn't do it. Although there were a lot of supplies, it wasn't enough to support hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

They would still die after the monsters arrived.

The main problem was still the lack of supplies. Otherwise, it would be good to let them eat a few more bites before they died.

Chen Luo sighed, "It doesn't matter, I will take action."

That's why he came, wasn't it? Afraid of not killing enough people, he had specially brought the Dharma King, Hai Ji, and Little Kami.

Little Kami had turned into a sneaky-looking little boy.

Little Kami couldn't understand the conversation, only knowing that *Gou* wanted him to take action. He had to take action.

A day later, the advancing Youzi and Brown Bear encountered Mu Hong and the others forming a defensive line.

Due to the time constraint, Mu Hong's temporary force only numbered over 500,000. Many people had been eaten by zombies on the way.

The two armies faced each other. Mu Hong stepped forward and said coldly, "Why are you attacking? For supplies? Then I'm sorry, we don't have any either."

The Great Prophet's voice came from the enemy camp.

"There is a saying in the Dragon Kingdom, called *yang gu* (raising poison). Put some poisonous insects together, and the one that survives is the strongest." (Raising poison: a Chinese black magic technique.)

"The environment of the apocalypse is constantly deteriorating. If it continues at this rate, humanity may become extinct."

"What I am doing now is *yang gu*. We are also poisonous insects. Let the strongest survive, quickly increase their strength, and create a group of true elites."

"Supplies, I know you don't have any. We're here for the Dragon Kingdom's crystals."

Mu Hong and the others suddenly understood. So that was it.

It seemed to make some sense.

Dawn City seemed to be doing something similar, except Dawn City directly picked out the good seedlings.

The Great Prophet's calm voice came again, "Therefore, please, Dragon Kingdom, go to your death."