NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1092: Securing the Radio
With Wu Heng's order, the skeletons attacked more ferociously.
Axes split open rotting flesh, bone spears pierced torsos, with the sound of crackling and roaring all intertwined.
However, the fiercer the battle, the more zombies gathered, pouring in from alleys and ruins all around, converging in a black mass.
Above their heads, a large number of zombies descended like dumplings, roaring as they plunged down, crashing heavily into the formation of the Skull Team!
The rear of the team instantly fell into chaos.
Several skeletons were knocked down, wrestling in a huddle.
Wu Heng's expression was solemn.
"Retreat into the house behind us!"
The Skull Team began a tactical retreat, maintaining a basic formation, slowly moving into the low house behind them.
Once all the skeletons were inside, the Spear Skeletons immediately blocked the doors and windows, using the narrow openings to mechanically and accurately stab any zombie attempting to squeeze in.
The corpses piled up outside, quickly forming a natural barrier.
Wu Heng peered out through the gaps and saw the hordes of zombies still crowding every inch of view outside.
Tonight, a fierce battle seems inevitable.
...
Meanwhile, in the central district of the base under the volcano.
In a luxuriously decorated apartment, soothing music flowed softly.
A man with dark skin and a burly physique was dressed in a leopard-print robe, sunk into a soft leather sofa.
Each side of him lay a charming woman, whispering and giggling in his ear.
Knock, knock~!
A knocking sound came.
A subordinate walked in respectfully, speaking in a low voice, "Leader, someone from the trading market has come, saying he has intelligence about a superpowered man to offer you."
The leader lazily opened his eyes, with a hint of interest, "He awakened his power on his own?"
"According to him, he encountered a foreign team of superpowered individuals while scavenging outside."
A foreign superpowered team?
The leader leaned slightly forward, pushing away the woman beside him.
This was more surprising than having superpowered individuals appear inside his base.
"Bring him in."
The subordinate gestured toward the door, and two armed soldiers escorted a man in.
As he entered the room, the man immediately fell to his knees, his forehead pressed against the carpet, his voice filled with flattery and fear, "Miguel, I-I've seen the great leader! May you always be healthy and showered with wealth!"
The leader looked him up and down, his gaze as if looking at an insignificant piece of trash.
This type of person was a dime a dozen in the base, not even qualified for the army, only fit for scavenging outside.
"Speak, what do you know? If you speak well, you'll never need to be a scavenger again." The leader took the cigar handed by the woman beside him, lit it with the flame she held, and puffed leisurely.
Miguel quickly recounted his encounter with Wu Heng and the others.
Of course, the story was somewhat altered.
He didn't mention that they saved his life, only saying they approached him first, trying to use supplies to trade for resources in the base.
"...I agreed to him verbally, but deep down I was uneasy, fearing he harbored some plot against your base, so I immediately came to report to you upon returning!" Miguel said as if he was doing a great service.
The leader nodded approvingly, "What power does he have?"
"Fireball! He can conjure fireballs from thin air! But... Leader, strangely, their leader looks like a child, with an Asian face."
"A child? In this End of the World, strange things do happen." The leader was not too surprised, continuing to ask, "How many of them are there? What kind of equipment do they have?"
"Besides that child, there were two adults in protective suits, each carrying rifles. They don't seem easy to deal with. They want to trade at the old place tomorrow, and from what they said, they have a lot of compressed biscuits and even Corpse Cores!" Miguel's tone grew more urgent, emphasizing the other's value.
The leader closed his eyes in contemplation for a moment, then opened them, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring into Miguel's face.
Instead of dodging, Miguel greedily inhaled deeply, showing a face of ecstasy.
"Tomorrow, you'll lead the way. I'll arrange for people to go with you." The leader's lips curled into a playful smile, "If what you say is true, you will join the military and won't have to suffer outside anymore."
Miguel's face suddenly lit up with joy, kowtowing several times, "Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Leader! Thank you, Leader!"
"Go prepare," the leader waved his hand as if shooing a fly, then wrapped his arms around the two women and laughed as he walked towards the inner room.
...
In the dim room.
[Level increased to Level 3, Strength +1, Spirit +1.]
The system's notification sounded.
Wu Heng's eyes slightly narrowed, sensing a new strength surging within him, sweeping away days of fatigue, and his spiritual power becoming more solid and acute.
"Level 3...," Wu Heng whispered to himself.
Reborn, the speed of leveling up seemed much faster than before.
Reaching Level 3 meant he could try using skills with higher consumption.
For instance, the Curse Magic System's [Fog Skill], Necromancy's [Corpse Preservation], [Decay Ray], and [Life Extension Technique], or [Corpse Battlefield].
From the Transformation Series, [Featherfall Skill]... Many spell models appeared in his consciousness, ready for use at any time.
Looking now, the skills I've learned are indeed quite diverse, with very few offensive skills.
But there was no choice, at the time I was still in Black Stone Town.
Desperate for Skill Books, combined with the panel's effect of unlocking skills after a glance, I went ahead and learned all the Skill Books I acquired.
Turning to look out the window, after a long struggle, the attacking zombies outside finally dwindled to a few.