Buddhist player

Chapter 116 Zombie King Dave

Ever since the zombies appeared in the e-version side quest, the game's situation has started to spiral out of control.

The full-screen thief is just an appetizer; there's more to come, like a thief parachuting in as a clown, instantly wiping out all the plants, or a catapult launching a giant, instantly sending white-eyed and red-eyed enemies to their doorstep.

During this process, Bai Chen and his group were actually alright. Quantum Self-Binding, who was in the very center of the battlefield, was the one who was on the verge of death. When the full-screen thief first appeared, he was caught off guard and was directly lifted into the air by a thief. If Qing Shi hadn't quickly placed flower pots and cherry bombs to clear the field for him, he probably wouldn't know where the thief had taken him.

After that, he lived in dire straits. Although Bai Chen later gave him a supply of grenades and bombs, telling him to self-destruct whenever he was in trouble, making him a human suicide truck, this was not a long-term solution.

Ever since the appearance of zombies in the E version side quest and the full-screen thief, the zombie side has gone completely crazy. The machine gunner zombies have never stopped firing since then, with firepower comparable to the Normandy landings.

Apart from the path blocked by quantum self-braking, the other paths are no longer suitable for planting. Except for low-growing plants like flower pots or mini mushroom potato mines, any other plants planted there will be destroyed in an instant.

Although the Quantum Self-Shot route is holding up for now, if the number of machine gunner zombies continues to accumulate, the damage will eventually exceed the opponent's defense limit.

They were busy clearing out the underworld zombies, keeping an eye on the thieves and the special zombies like the clown giants dropped by them, and constantly watching out for new underworld zombies appearing—if their manpower hadn't nearly doubled, they would have been overwhelmed long ago.

Such intense combat, not to mention whether one's physical strength and energy can keep up, the spiritual energy consumed by skills alone cannot be recovered in a short period of time.

Bai Chen had specifically calculated that to kill a giant zombie, he would need to consume at least 5 points of spiritual energy, and his total spiritual energy value was only slightly over 100.

Even though he had tried his best to avoid depleting his psionic energy, it was already almost depleted.

"This firepower—I feel like this game never intended for us to finish it."

After struggling to repel another wave of zombie attacks, Suqun wiped the sweat from his forehead, his entire body practically soaked in sweat, and began to complain.

"I don't know which genius designed this game, but it doesn't give anyone a chance to survive."

The only piece of good news is that it's daytime now, and the sun has been at its strongest these past few days, with sunlight falling from the sky quite frequently. Plus, with Ye Qingheng around, the gaps in sunlight aren't too large; otherwise, this game would be impossible to win.

"Design? What, you think this is PVE?"

Bai Chen casually flicked away the last piece of incense in his hand and glanced at the other person.

His physique was much stronger than his opponent's, and with a ghost who could perfectly cosplay as a refrigerator by his side, his condition was still much better than his opponent's.

"Uh... if it's not PvE, is it still PvP?"

"It's hard to say, it might actually be PvP."

He shrugged slightly, glanced at the situation outside, and after a brief moment of thought, Bai Chen reluctantly took out a medicine bottle from his pocket.

"My psionic energy is depleted. This is my latest psionic energy replenishment potion, which is extremely expensive to make. I only have this one bottle so far. I hope to end this game before my next mana bar runs out."

After saying that, Bai Chen tilted his head back and drank the potion in the bottle in one gulp.

Half an hour later.

Looking at his nearly depleted psionic energy bar, and then at the seemingly endless horde of zombies before him, Bai Chen's expression turned grave.

"It's not that simple after all. Looks like I'll have to pull out my best stash—another bottle!!"

Twenty minutes later.

"Tsk—is this stuff really that complicated? Luckily I was prepared—hmm, why are you all looking at me like that? This really is the last bottle, I'm not kidding."

Ten minutes later.

"Hang in there, everyone, it should be almost over soon—hey, how about one? This one's my special cola flavor."

Five minutes later.

"Damn, you can't win, so you're resorting to building a zombie horde on the rooftop? You can't handle this, can you?! Forget about the other lanes, focus all your attention on defending mid, don't let him get crushed to death!!"

"Is it over?"

After discovering that no more zombies were appearing over there, Suqun leaned against the wall, looking dazed.

During the previous hour, his adrenaline was surging the whole time. Now that he had suddenly relaxed, even as a player, he couldn't help but feel a bit exhausted.

At the most thrilling moment, four or five giant zombies, each with half their body inside, had already stepped through the gate. Then, the person who had initially said there was only one bottle of that medicine suddenly pulled out several more—

Putting that aside, the move the opponent made by turning their finger into sword energy was quite cool.

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"Hard to say."

Watching the game scene gradually fade away on the rooftop outside, Bai Chen lit an incense stick and shook his head.

"If I remember correctly, there should be one more thing locked on the roof at the very end—damn it!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Chen rushed off the rooftop.

At this moment, Quantum Brake, who was too tired and thought the game was over, was about to sit down and rest. But before he could fully relax, the scene in front of him made him pause in surprise.

As if some force had forcibly torn open a gap, the game scene on the rooftop, which had been slowly fading away, came back with a vengeance.

Things that had disappeared began to reappear in a distorted way—not as a restoration, but as a reorganization.

The roof tiles were crooked, some overlapping, some splitting open like abysses, and the air began to tremble, as if something enormous was squeezing in from another dimension.

"This—isn't it? Are you coming again?"

Seeing the scene before him, which seemed like the mastermind about to make his appearance, Quantum Self-Stop was completely dumbfounded.

After several hours of gunfire, he was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. He thought it was all over, but it turned out to be just the beginning.

"Stop standing there like an idiot! What are you doing here if you're not running?! Waiting for someone to treat you to dinner?!"

While muttering complaints, Bai Chen grabbed the other person's collar before the gamified scenes could spread over them.

If he doesn't take this excellent opportunity to leave the arena now, he's sure that once the Zombie King makes his official appearance, no matter how tough the opponent's body is, he'll die a very ugly death.

"What, what is that thing?"

It wasn't until he was dragged back into the building that Quantum Zisha finally came to his senses. He unconsciously swallowed and turned to ask the person next to him.

It was at this moment that he realized his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"The Zombie King, or simply put, the BOSS."

Bai Chen narrowed his eyes as he stared at the rooftop.

"I thought this thing wouldn't appear, but I didn't expect it to make such a grand entrance!"

At this moment, at the edge of the rooftop, the sky there had begun to distort. It wasn't a simple rotation, but the kind of distortion that would hurt your eyes and make your brain refuse to understand if you stared at it for too long.

It's like someone took a normal sky image, distorted it to an extreme in Photoshop, and then overlaid the layers in the wrong positions.

So the sky was torn into pieces, and sunlight shone everywhere.

—Then, they heard a sound.

It wasn't the sound of footsteps, but the rumble of gears turning, the hoarse creak of metal rubbing against metal—and the sky was torn apart.

This is not a metaphor; it is a real tearing apart.

A massive crack began at the position of the sun and stretched downwards until it reached the edge of the rooftop. The edges of the crack were jagged, like cloth torn by brute force. Beyond the crack lay pure darkness.

And in the darkness, something was moving.

Seconds later, a giant hand emerged from the crack and rested on the edge of the rooftop.

This hand is bigger than you can imagine, it's like some kind of mechanically violent excavator. The joints on the fingers are not human joints, but mechanical hydraulic structures. Each finger is as thick as an adult's waist.

The surface of his hand was covered with twisted plant roots, which wriggled like blood vessels and dug deep into the gaps in the metal, with green liquid seeping out in some places.

Then, there's the second hand.

As both hands exerted force simultaneously, the rooftop floor began to crack, and from the torn fissure, a head was being squeezed out.

The head was far larger than the concept of a "giant," almost blocking out half the sky and casting a large shadow on the completely gamified rooftop.

Half of the skull was a mechanical structure, with gears and bearings exposed, emitting a piercing roar with each rotation. The other half was composed of a large amount of rotten and decomposed flesh and blood. At the junction of the mechanical and fleshy parts, countless tiny plant roots acted like sutures, forcibly sewing them together.

But what is most noteworthy are the four eyes on this flesh-and-blood mechanical head.

Two machines, two flesh and blood.

When the other's head emerged from the crack, its four eyes simultaneously turned in different, uneasy directions, as if observing every corner of the world.

When those four eyes simultaneously turned to the group inside the building on the rooftop, everyone except Bai Chen felt a bone-chilling cold from the bottom of their hearts. In their personal attribute lists, the option representing "rationality" was dropping rapidly, bit by bit.

Under this thing's gaze, they couldn't even move, and could only watch helplessly as the thing slowly squeezed out of the crack.

First the head, then the shoulders, and then the chest.

The opponent's chest was open, and inside was not internal organs, but a perpetual motion core composed of gears and roots. In the very center of the core, a small humanoid outline floated faintly, and below the core was a flesh and blood processing plant composed of machinery, flesh and blood, and plant roots.

Dozens of figures dressed in ancient costumes were hung there like livestock, their bodies covered with black metal pipes and plant roots, some of which even burrowed directly into their brains.

Among these people, some were still alive. When they saw them here, a fierce will to survive ignited in the eyes of several of them, and they tried to call out to them for help.

But as if they had foreseen these people's thoughts, the moment they opened their mouths, the dark metal pipes were brutally pierced into them.

Of the people present, Bai Chen was the only one who was still able to move, so he not only saw the scene clearly, but also found the words "Red Dust" on the clothes of one of them.

Almost subconsciously, he thought of the Red Dust Sword Sect that Yin Hongxiao had mentioned before.

—Did this thing come from Yin Hongxiao's world?

Also, is this thing the Zombie King?

Just as Bai Chen frowned, the zombie king's body had completely crawled out of the crack. The size of its body made the entire roof seem small. In front of it, the villa seemed like a building block toy.

After emerging completely from the crack, the four eyes on the Zombie King's head first scanned the group of people before precisely locking their gaze on Bai Chen.

—Then, the Zombie King laughed.

It wasn't a human laugh, but a mechanical laugh tinged with malice. The corners of the mouth split open to both sides, all the way to the ears, and within those splits were countless teeth arranged like gears.

"Is it you who is calling me?"

As if they were very interested in him, the Zombie King's four eyes kept scrutinizing him.

"You have a familiar scent on you, a mortal, I..."

You are permitted to report your name to the gods.

"Gods? Just pathetic creatures being played with."

Before Bai Chen could speak, another voice suddenly rang out from a corner of the rooftop.

When Bai Chen turned around following the sound, he saw Dave, whose body had been parasitized by plants, slowly walk out from the corner—he didn't know how Dave's severely mutated body had climbed up from there.

He seemed to have fully regained consciousness. After giving a slight nod in his direction, Dave slowly walked up to the Zombie King.

"servant?"

Looking down at Dave, Zombie King's voice remained as flat as ever.

"Who gave you permission—"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have had any expectations."

With difficulty, Dave raised his head and looked at the Zombie King in front of him.

"—At that time, we should have died together."

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