Chapter 767: Cannot Fall Into Other Hands

The weapon before us stands like a colossal entity in the basement.

Weighing about three tons and over three meters tall.

Just one glance, and a sense of oppression hits you.

In front of such a massive weapon of mass destruction, humanity feels like ants facing an elephant.

"How do we destroy this?"

Bai Xiqin glanced at the dagger in her hand, suddenly realizing she had underestimated the size of such a weapon.

She thought even at its largest, the weapon wouldn’t exceed two meters, not expecting it to be so enormous.

This was definitely not something her little fists could handle.

"The zombies here were once the staff, they might disassemble it."

Leng Yebai frowned slightly, his face showing signs of reluctance.

Still, they had to go back and find that unruly Zombie Emperor.

"Hah-hah—"

As Leng Yebai finished speaking, several zombies in uniforms walked in.

Their faces were full of decayed flesh, with bones almost exposed through their fingers, emotionlessly moving toward the gigantic presence.

Their memories were forever lost, with only fragments existing through brainwaves, unable to retrieve their memories or understand what they were doing.

They entirely relied on that powerful brainwave for guidance.

Their memories and brainwaves no longer belonged to them, and their bodily control was at the mercy of these brainwaves.

They had forgotten who they were, yet their decaying bodies worked perfectly together, rapidly dismantling the gigantic structure in front of them.

Their rotting muscles remembered their mission and whom they once defended in the underground base.

Bai Xiqin watched the scene before her, somewhat dazed.

The sight of those military green uniforms on their backs offered an inexplicable sense of safety and reliability.

It felt like returning to the days before the apocalypse when humans might not trust strangers but would always trust those in stately uniforms.

Bai Xiqin pressed her thin lips together, unable to watch the zombies occasionally snarling, and turned away.

Dismantling the massive structure would take quite some time, and Bai Xiqin no longer wanted to watch, feeling a heavy weight on her heart.

No one knew what the future held for humanity.

Will the zombies be completely wiped out, or will humanity be domesticated?

Every possibility spelled tragedy for humanity.

"I have something to do. Once they’re done dismantling, I’ll lead them away from here. This place is yours, but keep that weapon from falling into the wrong hands."

The male zombie walked over, his face still carrying a faint smile.

Clearly, Zhang Yiming’s brainwaves were still controlling him.

The words ’falling into the wrong hands’ were slightly emphasized.

Bai Xiqin blinked, a bold idea suddenly popping into her head.

Such a highly destructive weapon was undoubtedly ruthless, but having it in her hands felt much safer.

There must be a powerful weapon to establish control.

"Rest assured, it definitely won’t fall into the wrong hands!"

Bai Xiqin nodded confidently, her mind already made up.

After all, when Zhang Yiming leaves with the zombies, whether they destroy it or put it into space storage, no one, human or zombie, would know.

Zhang Yiming’s brainwaves, through the male zombie’s eyes, caught a glimpse of that cunning look in Bai Xiqin’s eyes.

His brows arched slightly, saying nothing more.

An hour later.

The male zombie walked at the forefront, followed by a mighty procession of zombies.

At the end of the zombie procession, a zombie in a suit with a face full of decayed flesh and a refined scoundrel followed at the rear.

In just an hour, the decayed flesh on the suit-wearing zombie’s face had restored through absorbing crystal cores.

Though the decayed flesh remained, it had given the suit-wearing zombie immense confidence.

He was back at the peak of his appearance!

Appearing refined yet actually a scoundrel, Xiao Li was no longer twisted to the point of being nearly folded.

His waist appeared intact without a single scar remaining.

This was the perverse aspect of the Zombie King; as long as there were enough crystal cores, he could rapidly return to his peak strength.

The moon had reached its zenith.

The cold moonlight spilled over the zombies, slightly softening their decayed faces.

"Tsk, inexplicably experienced a bit of the Corpse Driver’s fun."

Xiao Li looked at the heap of decayed ordinary zombies ahead and said softly.

"Hah-hah—"

The suit-wearing zombie uttered a cold sound from his throat, staring fixedly at the gold-rimmed glasses on Xiao Li’s face.

Why hasn’t this guy kicked the bucket yet?

If he perished, at least I could inherit those glasses, boosting my looks even higher!

Xiao Li sensed a hint of its thoughts from the suit-wearing zombie’s brainwave, about to retort, but the team suddenly stopped.

Xiao Li and the suit-wearing zombie immediately stood still, waiting for instructions.

A strong brainwave enveloped them, belonging to Zhang Yiming.

Only his brainwave could instinctively instill fear in zombies, making them unconditionally obey his orders.

Xiao Li looked down at the ground, not daring to let his eyes wander.

In his field of vision, he saw the feet of the closest zombies standing face to face.

Before Xiao Li could realize what was happening, his ears were met with a terrifyingly chilling sound.

The continual sound of popping, cracking.

It was the sound of fingertips forcibly piercing the temple to dig out crystal cores.

Thump, thump—

The horde of zombies instantly collapsed to the ground, black blood and brain matter spewing all over.

In just one minute, the only zombies left standing were Xiao Li, the suit-wearing zombie, and the male Zombie King as a trio.

The green-uniformed male zombie looked at the fallen zombies, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This was an order from the Zombie Emperor. When the Zombie Emperor commanded them to gouge out their crystal cores, they didn’t hesitate.

Judging from the Zombie Emperor’s commands, he felt no compassion for the zombies.

Controlled by Zhang Yiming’s brainwaves, the male Zombie King, during this period, sensed from chaotic brainwaves that everything the Zombie Emperor did was merely to protect a human girl.

When the zombies saw the scene, it could potentially be read by other High Rank Zombies.

Just for this potential alone, the Zombie Emperor ruthlessly annihilated so many zombies.

All those zombies, who followed the male Zombie King in the base, were very special. In time, they might have learned how to reproduce and would have become the first generation of zombies to become enlightened...

Now, all lay on the ground, never to rise again.

The male Zombie King could only express a hint of helplessness in his eyes, unable to muster any rebellious thoughts.

He had sensed the Zombie Emperor’s brainwaves and would forever become the most loyal subordinate of the Zombie Emperor.

Not only that, even if the Zombie King ordered him to gouge out his own and his family’s crystal cores, he wouldn’t hesitate.

He simply couldn’t resist it.

A black motorcycle stopped in front of the few remaining zombies, its presence cold.

"They are all your kind, you—why do you feel no compassion for them? You are our Emperor. We believed in you unconditionally, supported you, you..."

The male Zombie King lowered his head, his voice light, yet as he spoke, he trembled in fear.

Zhang Yiming’s occasionally overflowing brainwaves made him lose control of his body, instinctively feeling fear.

For the future of the zombies, he still had to ask.