Chapter 122: Night Parade of a Hundred Demons (13)
Felix watched the zombies resurrect again and again, die, then resurrect again, and he was about to lose his mind.
These zombies seed able to respawn endlessly, but his ammo and his resources were limited.
He couldn’t hold out like this forever. He had to find so way to break this deadlock.
Felix thought of sothing and gritted his teeth. "Then I’ll use that thing."
He took a card out of his pocket, pain twisting in his chest like he was bleeding. You had to know this was sothing he believed he might only need once his rank was higher.
But now was different. If he didn’t use it, he would definitely die.
"Use the automatic round-skip card."
[Ding! Do you want to use this card? After use, the door durability will increase to infinite. However, you cannot go outside, and you cannot attack monsters.]
"Agree!"
[Ding! Automatic round-skip card used successfully. Your level and rewards have been nullified. Your room has entered a special state.]
Right after that, a do of light appeared, wrapping around the room door. The zombies outside seed to receive so kind of command. They stopped attacking Felix’s door and began moving toward the surrounding rooms.
Felix opened the chat panel, wanting to say sothing, but he realized the chat panel wasn’t working.
"Fuck!" Felix roared. "So I’m going to be trapped here until the round ends?"
Felix felt exhausted to the extre, but he didn’t know what else to do. After all, compared to burning through all his resources until death, this felt like the best option.
He also felt a bit of regret. If he had used this card earlier, he wouldn’t have had to waste so many resources.
Now it was different. Nearly 70% of his resources were gone. He could only sigh and hope the next round wouldn’t be too difficult, otherwise...
Felix glanced at Alan, who was admiring his own nails, and in anger he swung his hand...
SLAP!
"Agh! Are you crazy?" Alan clutched his face and yelled, his tone drawn out, more feminine than a woman.
"Motherfucker! Are you even a man?" Felix roared.
"I basically am not a man, and I don’t want to be a man anymore." Alan gritted his teeth.
Felix pinched the bridge of his nose, slapped him again, then dragged the two girls into the room.
Alan clenched his teeth, rage burning in his heart. He swore he would find a chance to leave Felix.
....
Selina and Narok were now on Floor 4. Seeing the zombies seemingly unable to reach this floor for the mont, they both let out a breath of relief.
Narok asked anxiously, "A-are you hurt?"
Selina shook her head. Seeing the zombies temporarily being held back by the low-floor Survivors, she also felt a bit uncomfortable.
"Just relying on a few high-rank Survivors to hold back an entire horde of zombies and spirits... terrifying." Selina muttered.
Narok smiled. "That’s only natural! High-rank Survivors have realized that increasing personal strength isn’t necessarily a good thing. After all, a person’s strength has limits, and improving your own power is very difficult."
"On the other hand, improving the power of your room is much easier. And the power of room-related things has a very high ceiling. You don’t have to worry they’ll beco weak later and can’t be used anymore."
Hearing that, Selina latched onto the information.
She asked, "Then... what level is your room?"
Narok smiled with full confidence. "Level 4. It has four defense towers, and all of them are Level 3. There are also a lot of stored resources in the room. So I’m not too worried about my sister."
"On the other hand... what about you? Do you want to reconsider my offer? I guarantee my sister won’t harm you. On the contrary, she’ll love and spoil you the sa way she spoils . After all, my sister pampers
a lot."
Hearing that, a sly glint appeared in Selina’s eyes, and she smiled. "Let’s get through this round first."
Narok’s expression quickly turned serious again.
Gra! Gruu!
Ah!!
Low growls echoed. Selina and Narok frowned, looking toward the staircase. The zombies had begun moving up to Floor 4.
Right now, their bodies had beco countless fragnts, yet spirits were trying to piece them together, making them look extrely bizarre.
Selina frowned, imdiately turned around, and ran to a higher floor. She believed Rover’s room could definitely defend.
At the very least, she wanted him to know about these monsters so he could prepare.
....
Inside the room, Rover was watching the chat channel, and he also knew what the situation outside looked like.
"Rover, don’t worry too much..." Nanoe sat down beside him, her hand gently patting his chest, helping him relax a little.
"Mm." Rover nodded.
Right now, thanks to Morie, his defense towers had been equipped with the ability to attack souls, and their firepower had also increased.
He wanted to raise it even more, but his Omni Points weren’t many, so he wanted to use them sparingly.
He looked at Morie and asked softly, "Morie, how many resources do you need to keep improving them?"
Morie was practicing using her Ability. Hearing Rover ask, she imdiately replied, "At least over 200 gold coins and a lot of other materials. I already have a direction for improving the defense towers.
"It’s just... I don’t know what kind of monsters we’ll face later. So if we improve too much, then when the next wave arrives, if those towers don’t affect them much, everything will be aningless."
Rover nodded lightly. Indeed, the cost of modifying defense towers wasn’t low.
"Hope Selina will be okay."
Hearing Rover, Nanoe smiled to comfort him. "Rover, trust her. She’ll definitely be fine."
He nodded, and at that mont he received a ssage from Bardi.
[Bardi: If the monsters reach this floor, I hope you can let
kill them. I don’t need first place. Being in the top 5 is enough.]
Seeing that ssage, Rover was a bit confused. He replied to Bardi.
[Rover: Have you seen the ssages in the public chat? Defense towers are basically useless against these zombies.]
[Bardi: It’s fine. I have my own thod. Do you agree or not?]
[Rover: I’m fine with it. I already have plenty of points from Wave 1 until now. You should ask Leng Yan instead.]
[Bardi: She already agreed too!]
[Rover: Then I have no objections either.]
[Bardi: Good! Thank you.]
Rover closed the chat, then glanced at Nanoe and told her and everyone about Bardi’s ssage.
Nanoe frowned. "Could Bardi really have a way to wipe out all those monsters? Or... you could say he’s extrely confident in his defense towers."
Morie nodded. "That’s possible. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked to buy a room on this floor."
Everyone felt that made perfect sense. A truly strong person wouldn’t fear which floor they lived on or whether they’d face danger. What they feared was not being able to stand at the prow and face the terrifying waves and storms ahead.
Rover turned on the TV. The security cara feeds were displayed, and he enlarged the hallway cara on Floor 7.
Selina and Narok had just reached Floor 7. Behind them, the zombies were like starving wolves, charging at them madly.
But at that mont, from Bardi’s room door, a cube suddenly flew out.
BAM!!!
The cube slamd into the floor with a heavy impact. Selina and Narok both jolted and hurriedly stepped back.
It was like a wall, blocking almost the entire hallway, separating Selina and Narok from the rest of the zombie-filled corridor.
What happened next surprised everyone even more. The cube began splitting into many small pieces, then automatically assembling into a different shape.
It beca a robot that looked like a burly man clad in black high-tech armor plates. One hand held a tal shield, the other held a gun.
Seeing this, Narok froze, muttering, "What the hell is that? A Transforr? No, it looks more like a ch."
Selina didn’t understand. She only felt the robot looked cool and strong, and she thought to herself, ’That ch... if I give Master one, he’ll definitely be happy.’
That ch used its huge shield to block the entire zombie swarm, like a solid dam stopping a powerful tsunami.
The screech of gears and strained tal rang out. The ch drew itself in slightly, then...
BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
It shoved the entire zombie wave backward, making them topple like dominoes.
It raised its gun and continuously fired green beams at the zombies.
Whenever those beams hit, not only were the zombies’ physical bodies pierced, even their spirits were pierced. They cried out in miserable pain, then gradually crumbled into ash.
A corridor that had been packed with zombies like grass was, in a short while, completely empty. Only a figure of machinery and steel stood there in silence.
Narok took a deep breath. At this mont, countless thoughts flooded his mind: worry, fear, but most of all, disbelief.
Selina was different. Her eyes carried a asure of caution toward the ch, and along with it, a few parts greed.
Suddenly, at that mont, the sound of sothing very heavy being dragged across the floor echoed.
The sound grew closer and closer. An invisible pressure blanketed the entire space.
A dark shadow slowly erged at the staircase leading to this floor. Seeing it, Narok shuddered. His spine turned icy, and he instinctively retreated several steps.
"T-that... what the hell is that?"
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