Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game



He was supposed to receive a commission from the Federation to guard the outpost tonight.

After what the Federation did during the day, Fang Heng was no longer interested in guarding the outpost.

Moreover, there was not enough time for the Lickers to revive.

It was better to mine.

Tonight, he would send a few batches of zombies over to help Starfish Company mine. He would have ready-made ones to use during the day tomorrow.

"Alright, I'll report to the boss immediately."

Seeing that Fang Heng had agreed, Lu Yanlong hurriedly nodded and prepared to go offline to report.

"Wait a minute."

Fang Heng stopped Lu Yanlong, leaned over, and whispered a few more words into Lu Yanlong's ear.

Lu Yanlong blinked his eyes and looked at Fang Heng with confusion.

Oil? What did he need that for?

"The more, the better."

"No problem. I'll report to the boss now. He'll think of a way. If it goes well, it can be transported over tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Considering the previous battle, the half-mechanical mutated giant crocodile that could hide underwater and secretly attack had brought a lot of trouble to the zombie clones.

Fang Heng quickly thought of a good idea.

If everything went according to plan, the efficiency of farming monsters during the day would be significantly increased.

...

Night fell.

Once again, the Western District Federation was ready for battle. They gathered their troops to defend the central camp.

During the day, a new round of reinforcement was carried out in the camp, and 200 heavy energy turrets were installed.

Although the entire camp was not impregnable, the defense strength had increased by at least 50% compared to yesterday!

Even though it was 50% on paper, it wasn't that easy to achieve this step.

Commander Patrio once again commanded the team to face the enemy.

With more advanced weapons, he was more confident in resisting the attacks of the mutated forms.

However, what he did not expect was that less than 20 minutes from the start of the attack by the mutated forms, the player teams guarding Outpost No. 7 and Outpost No. 8 in the west were defeated one after another.

Today's players were in a worse state than yesterday!

Patrio was a little dissatisfied with Major Dallas, who was in charge of commissioning tasks to the players.

However, before he could get angry, the western area of the camp was attacked by a large number of mutated forms.

It was only at this moment that Patrio realized something was wrong.

Something was wrong.

Why were the mutated forms so much stronger than before?

What was even stranger was that the strengthening was only limited to the western region.

The commanding major in charge of guarding the west side of the camp was extremely busy.

What the hell?!

Last night, there were barely any mutated monsters that attacked. Today, the situation changed drastically.

A large number of mutated forms surged over. It was as if the monsters that were attacking the other three directions were all focusing their attacks on the west.

Furthermore, it was a high-level mechanically-modified mutated form!

Its attack power and defense had increased by more than one level!

The most terrifying thing was that the mutated creatures could even use long-range beam attacks!

After forcefully holding on for 30 minutes, the west entrance was already at risk of falling to the enemy.

The federal team had already strengthened their defenses during the day, but a large number of half-mechanical mutated forms still managed to break through the first layer of defense!

The west side of the camp was in a small riot.

Patrio was furious.

How long had it been? The elite-level monsters had not even appeared yet, so how could the entire encampment be in danger?

Patrio could not help but roar, "Where are the people from Starfish Company?! What is wrong with them today? Why didn't they guard the west outpost?"

Dallas opened his mouth and wanted to complain, but he didn't know how to start.

People?

Wasn't he the one who chased them away? Moreover, Starfish Company didn't accept any commission today. How could he shamelessly consult Starfish Company?

The other party also found a very casual excuse to refuse.

D*mn it!

Patrio was furious as he said, "Stop it! Don't let the riot spread. We must stop the monsters outside the second-level alert zone! Send reinforcements to the other three exits and mobilize the players in the camp! No matter the price! Get them to help defend the camp!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers went down to execute the order.

Dallas didn't move. He was unhappy with Patrio's words.

Why didn't he just ask Starfish Company to come over and help earlier? Why would there be so much trouble?

At this time, Fang Heng did not know what was happening outside. He was reading in the offline library.

At night, due to the appearance of mutated forms, it was difficult to excavate the mine.

He and Starfish Company had agreed to wait until after midnight before taking action.

At that time, the tide of mutated forms would recede.

Now that he had some free time, Fang Heng was prepared to study and settle down.

It was not enough to have an academic skill level.

He lacked systematic learning.

Compared to normal players, he learned the skill much faster because he had mastered the zombie clone skill. Therefore, his foundation was extremely weak.

This was the first time he had heard of a lot of common knowledge in academia.

Fang Heng had noticed this during the day.

For example, teleportation protection, spatial folding, prism teleportation, and so on.

There were many things that he had never heard of.

The Necromancer Association also had a small collection of books on spatial science. Reading books could help him better understand spatial science. At the very least, he wasn't a complete novice in terms of usage.

After reading a thick introductory book on spatial science, Fang Heng leaned back in his chair and exhaled heavily.

Reading a book would only increase his experience points by a dozen points, but he had a basic understanding of spatial science.

The improvement was not just a little bit.

He also roughly understood how amazing the prism spatial transmission he had encountered during the day was.

Prism.

A higher level of spatial transmission.

It was a stable spatial passage that was opened through mechanical means and it was extremely difficult to achieve.

There was no doubt that the other party possessed extremely high technological levels.

There was no doubt that they were alien spawns!

Fang Heng pondered in his heart and silently closed the thick book "Introduction to the Basics of Spatial Science".

There were still a lot of things in the book that he didn't quite understand. He could ask Lu Yanlong tomorrow.

However, it was still tough.

Even though Lu Yanlong had already mastered the master-level spatial science, he was not a teacher after all. It was difficult for him to teach others what he had comprehended systematically.

It would be best if he could find a spatial science instructor to learn it in a structured manner.

Fang Heng thought about it and stretched. Suddenly, he saw someone behind him from the corner of his eye.

Turning his head, Fang Heng saw Instructor Dickey standing behind him.

"Teacher."

"Um, let's sit down and talk."

Dickey waved his hand and sat opposite Fang Heng.

He had been standing here for a while.

Seeing that Fang Heng had changed into another spatial science book, he could not help but sigh.

This student was good at everything, but he had a lot of thoughts and was unwilling to focus on the study of necromancy.