Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game



The Necromancer Association.

In the command center of the Federation's front line, Qiu Hai had not slept the entire night. He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand in frustration.

When Wei Tao took Fang Heng away, he said that he would be back in seven days.

And now? It had been thirteen days.

There was no news at all.

As he watched the concentration of the aura of the death realm in the sealed area continue to increase, the pressure that he felt increased day by day.

In order to find Fang Heng, Qiu Hai got someone to call Wei Tao every once in a while to urge him, but there was no news.

This was not the most troublesome part.

As the concentration of the aura of the death realm increased, the outer defense barrier was in danger. The upper echelons of the Eastern Federation could not sit still anymore.

Some people were eager to make a move.

Qiu Hai frowned and looked at the latest report on the table.

The Holy Court had received a recommendation from a high-ranking official of the Eastern Federation. They would arrive at noon today under the pretext of assisting the Necromancer Association in dealing with the aura of the death realm.

This was the fifth time he had seen such a recommendation.

He and the Necromancer Association had strongly opposed the previous few times.

This matter had been suppressed for a long time.

However, with the increase in the concentration of the death realm's aura, the higher-ups had lost their patience. They had given him a lot of pressure, and he could no longer avoid it.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Report!"

There was a knock on the door. A soldier pushed the door open and entered, his eyes filled with excitement.

"What is it?"

"Sir! It's Fang Heng! Fang Heng is back!"

Qiu Hai suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes shining brightly, "He's back? When was that? Where is he?"

"He came back half an hour ago. After Fang Heng returned, he gathered a group of people from the Necromancer Association and rushed into the fallen corridor. It's said that he's going to clean up the aura of the death realm. During this time, he even asked us to send two teams from the Federation to work with him. He said that he wants us to help him deal with the aura of the death realm and transport some supplies."

"Cooperate with them! Give as many people as you want! Send them as many supplies as they need! Ensure Fang Heng's safety at all costs!"

The soldier bowed and continued, "Yes, sir! According to your previous instructions, three teams have been mobilized to fully cooperate with Fang Heng's operation." 

"Well done."

Qiu Hai adjusted his collar and continued, "He's fine for now. Send someone to guard the entrance of the fallen corridor. Inform me immediately when he's done. If anything happens, report it to me at any time."

"Yes, sir!"

"Wait!"

Qiu Hai stopped the soldier who was about to leave and asked, "Is there still no news from Wei Tao?"

The soldier was stunned and shook his head. He replied, "We haven't received any news yet." 

No news?

Qiu Hai lowered his head and thought about it. Then, he narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Since Fang Heng has already returned, Wei Tao should have already completed the trial. Why is there no news..."

Under normal circumstances, after successfully completing an extremely difficult task like a regional upgrade, the person in charge of the mission would naturally report the good news to his superiors at the first possible moment and then celebrate.

Wei Tao had a calm personality, but who could be calm when they encountered such a good thing?

They were old friends for many years, yet he didn't even call.

Not to mention that he had been sending people to contact Wei Tao.

Suddenly, Qiu Hai raised his head.

Could it be...

Did he fail the trial this time and run into big trouble?

No, with Fang Heng's ability, it was impossible.

Or perhaps it was an unexpected success, so the higher-ups needed to keep it a secret?

It seemed that the latter was more likely.

Qiu Hai shook his head and muttered to himself, "Tsk, he caught hold of the opportunity again."

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door. A sergeant walked into the room, saluted, and said in a deep voice, "Commander Qiu, there's an emergency in the central command room of the Eastern region of the Federation. Please participate in the online meeting immediately."

...

Deep in the fallen corridor, the surroundings were filled with the cries of vengeful spirits.

A full thirteen days had passed, and the concentration of the aura of the death realm in the entire fallen corridor had once again increased to an extremely high level. The strength of the vengeful spirit bodies had also increased greatly.

Relying on the stone slabs filled with alchemy magic arrays to open the game channel and absorb the aura of the death realm, the player team slowly advanced.

Fang Heng followed behind the team, occasionally using the Shrine of Bones to absorb energy, muttering to himself.

"Holy artifact..."

Different from the ordinary items in the game, holy artifacts were an extremely special existence.

Even after leaving the game, Fang Heng could still clearly sense the location of the holy artifacts.

It was attached to his sea of consciousness!

He could use it with a thought.

It could be used both inside and outside the game!

Currently, he had a total of three holy artifacts.

The Book of Oaths of the holy faction, the Shrine of Bones of the undead system, and the ultra-small time teleportation hub of futuristic technology.

Fang Heng sensed the items in his sea of consciousness and suddenly realized something.

In the past, he had relied on the power of the fusion of three types of energy crystals in the elementary game and then relied on the vampires to hold a ritual to open the passage between the real world and the Vampire Apocalypse.

In short, this process was a little cumbersome.

Now that he had the time teleportation hub, he could use it to achieve the same effect.

However...

Fang Heng glanced at the team of players who had followed him into the fallen corridor.

There were still too many people in the real world.

It was inevitable that something like a holy artifact would cause trouble if it was used openly.

"Keep a low profile...Keep a low profile..."

Fang Heng followed the low-key plan he had previously formulated and decided to take it slow.

He continued to use the alchemy array to absorb the aura of the death realm and replenish the energy that the Shrine of Bones had lost.

"Mr. Fang, we're almost there. It should be in front of us. Let's go a little further..."

"Yes."

Fang Heng nodded at Li Shaoqiang.

Originally, Fang Heng had planned to meet Teacher Dickey as soon as he logged off and returned to the Necromancer Association.

Unfortunately, it was said that repairing the seal had reached the most critical moment, and it was not convenient for Teacher Dickey to see anyone.

Fang Heng then wanted to talk to Qiu Hai and see what had happened in the fallen corridor.

After all, he felt a little guilty for not seeing Qiu Hai for so long.

He didn't expect to be blocked by Li Shaoqiang and Tan Shuo on the way out of the hall of the dead.

Li Shaoqiang seemed to have found someone to rely on as he cried to Fang Heng with snot and tears.

Fang Heng quickly understood.

The business that he had worked with Li Shaoqiang previously had fallen through.

Due to the sudden leakage of the aura of the death realm, a large number of Books of the Dead that they had bought previously were piled up in the fallen corridor. They could not take them out at all.

At that time, not only did Li Shaoqiang sacrifice all the capital he had accumulated over the years, but he even borrowed a lot of money from outside.