Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game [601-800]

Chapter 647 - Hang up for a While

[Hint: Player is currently exposed to a high concentration of mutated virus gas...]

[Hint: Player is affected by the virus. Player's infection rate is increasing.]

[Hint: Player's HP is slowly decreasing.]

In the darkness, Fang Heng's eyes flashed with a hint of scarlet.

With the help of his vampire bloodline's night vision ability, he could see his surroundings clearly.

He saw the ruins of the destroyed research institute.

The mutated zombies that lived here had evolved such that they had night vision abilities.

"Hiss!!!"

A hiss came from a corner in the darkness. Countless zombies attacked from the shadows and rushed toward Fang Heng.

"Go!!"

Fang Heng waved his hand.

The eight fusion Tyrant form warriors behind him raised their iron twists and rushed forward, blocking in front.

A group of red Lickers followed suit.

A game hint appeared on Fang Heng's retina.

[Hint: Your zombie clone (fusion Tyrant form) has killed a Tier 2 mutated zombie. You have obtained complete evolution crystals*1.]

[Hint: Your HP has recovered by + 55.]

[Hint: Your infection index is increasing.]

[Hint: Your Zombie clone (Licker) has killed a Tier 2 mutated zombie. You have obtained a complete purification crystal*1.]

[Hint: Through the skill effect of the undying body, your infection index has been emptied.]

"It seems to be quite stable..."

The undying body skill was immune to the infection effect and only received an additional blood-draining effect.

At the current negative level, this damage reduction effect was not fatal at all, and it did not even have the effect of physical lethal immunity.

Fang Heng muttered to himself, silently stuffing a piece of Oreo into his mouth.

In theory, this damage reduction was a physical attack, right?

Wouldn't that make him invincible?

He would go one step at a time. He did not know how many levels were there in this quarantine zone.

The deeper he went, the higher the damage he received from the virus body.

He cleared the levels one by one, starting from the first level.

Thinking of this, Fang Heng silently stretched and threw a sleeping bag onto the ground.

There was no point in staying here.

He would go offline and sleep again, so he will just hang up for a while!

After all, he hadn't hung up for a long time...

....

Necromancer Association.

Opening the game cabin, Fang Heng tossed himself onto the bed like a sandbag.

"Rumble rumble..."

He was hungry.

The last time he went offline, he was too tired, so he directly lay on the bed and turned over to sleep. When he woke up, he was quite excited and immediately returned to the game to check on the harvest of District 7.