Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game [201-400]

Chapter 237: Little Corpse King

Seeing the new hint in the game log, Fang Heng laughed coldly in his heart. Sure enough, Tsugawa Hideharu had tampered with the pupa project's modification.

Fang Heng muttered in his heart, "Increase the success rate of the modification and remove all negative effects. There's no need to speed up for now."

(Hint: You have spent 13,800 survival points and 20 evolution crystal fragments to remove all negative effects. Current modification success rate: 100%.]

The next step was to wait quietly.

Fang Heng found that his consciousness could still think clearly.

Even though the space inside the cocoon was small, it was still enough to make some small movements.

Fang Heng immediately took out the survival radio from his backpack.

"Very good! It can still be used!"

Fang Heng heaved a sigh of relief.

He tried to take out his sleeping bag from his backpack again.

Eh?

It can still be used!!

Fang Heng was relieved.

Originally, the success rate of this 'small greed plan' was less than 50%.

Now, the success rate had reached 90%.

On the other side, after leaving the laboratory in the second basement, Mo Jiawei hurried to the fourth floor.

He was about to inform Victor of the latest progress when he received an urgent message from Fang Heng.

Mo Jiawei turned on the survival radio to observe.

Fang Heng: Change of plan. Tell Victor to stop dismantling the turrets. First, think of a way to cut off the power supply to the second basement so that Tsugawa Hideharu can lose control of the mansion. As for the details, we'll go offline and contact him. Think of a way to go offline as soon as possible.

Outside the mansion.

Waves after waves of dense zombie hordes swarmed toward the mansion.

It was endless!

A layer of zombies lay on the ground outside the mansion.

With the help of the mansion's cannons, Zhao Qinsi and the mercenary group of the Meteorite Company fought back with all their might and kept throwing Molotov cocktail bottles outside. The situation was still under control.

Suddenly, Meng Hao saw a tall shadow in the distance.

"Not good!"

Meng Hao's face darkened. "It's the Corpse King! The Corpse King is coming!"

"The Corpse King is coming! Be careful!"

Off in the distance, the Little Corpse King blended in with the zombie horde and strode toward the mansion.

Tier 4 creature-Little Corpse King.

Its appearance brought great psychological pressure to the players.

Although it was only a small-sized Corpse King, the Little Corpse King was already more than two meters tall.

Zhao Qinsi frowned. He turned his head and looked at the light cannon turret on the fourth floor of the mansion.

At this stage of the game, ordinary players would have no chance against a Tier 4 Little Corpse King! The most they could do was reduce its HP.

If they wanted to kill the Little Corpse King, they could only rely on their beam weapons!