Chapter 113: The Rampaging Giant Zombie

Entering the ancient, dilapidated courtyard walls, a stench mingled with rot and sourness assaulted their senses. Wang Ling looked up at the zombie city and saw that this fortress, crowned with a towering spire, was made entirely of stone, seamless and solid, with only a large clock at the very top—no windows at all.

This completely ruled out Blue Moon’s ability to use lightness skills to slip through a window and reconnoiter.

The two cautiously approached the open gate of the castle, ready to step inside, when suddenly, three figures emerged from the corridor within, seemingly about to leave. The two groups stood face to face, both startled.

“How are you here?”

The first of the three shouted in Japanese, lightning-fast drawing a samurai sword. The other two raised a spear and a bow.

These three were the “Chrysanthemum and Blade” team: Captain Yamato, accompanied by Matsuda and Ogawa. They had delivered the kidnapped Dave into the zombie city, completed their mission, and were now trying to leave—never expecting to encounter the Dreamers from Plant Town.

Wang Ling grabbed Blue Moon’s right hand and immediately retreated. These three were a team, likely equal in strength to the Whirlwind squad. Even if they could kill them, it would consume considerable physical and mental energy, and there was a real risk of injury.

Yamato, Matsuda, and Ogawa pursued, shocked to see a helicopter in the distant sky. Seeing Wang Ling flee toward the aircraft, the three chased closely behind. Since the enemy dared to enter the zombie city, they were determined to capture them—letting them escape would be a disgrace to the samurai!

Wang Ling hurriedly ran, dragging Blue Moon beneath the helicopter. He stopped, turned, and looked back at the three pursuers with a cold sneer.

Suddenly, the low-flying helicopter extended a long-barreled rotary cannon from its front. Flames flickered before the barrel, and with a shrill metallic whirring, the barrel spun rapidly. Countless bullets poured forth in a lethal torrent of metal, capable of tearing everything apart.

“Ah, no! Run!” Yamato screamed desperately, but his cry quickly turned into a scream of agony as bullets struck his body. His armor was riddled with dense holes and countless cracks, both front and back. His body trembled violently as he fell backward, his armor soaked crimson from head to toe.

The power of the high-speed rotary cannon was far beyond what the standard armor from the “Warring States Revolution Side Story” could withstand, or what a Dreamer who had survived eight main missions could endure. The metal bullets pierced flesh, turning Yamato into a sieve of wounds. Under the hail of bullets, he collapsed face-up, utterly drenched in blood.

Matsuda and Ogawa, hot on his heels, were dumbfounded. They hadn’t expected the helicopter to be armed. Seeing their captain fall, they trembled and tried to flee, but Hassan coldly aimed the rotary cannon at them.

“Pupupupupu…”

Bullets tore through their armor amid fiery sparks. Matsuda was riddled with bullets; his head was smashed into a gory mess of red and white. Ogawa’s legs were shattered, and dozens of bullets tore through his waist, nearly severing his lower body.

By the time 1,600 rounds had been fired at a terrifying rate, Ogawa, barely clinging to life, cried out in desperation as he crawled forward, dragging a long trail of blood. After crawling more than ten meters, he coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood, convulsed, and fell still.

All three Dreamers of the Chrysanthemum and Blade squad lay dead beneath the spinning cannon of the armed helicopter.

Wang Ling felt no surprise at this outcome.

He recalled that when he had hidden in the stairwell of a construction site, he had been wounded—one bullet had taken a chunk of flesh from his calf. Though these three were well-armored, they had no cover nearby. Facing such brutal firepower, they were doomed.

Wang Ling had considered using an armed helicopter to defend a stronghold, but with only 1,600 bullets and two Hellfire missiles, how many zombies could that really kill? Against enemy Dreamers, it might not even be enough to eliminate three, especially since the area was full of zombies and building cover. The enemy could use zombies and structures to shield themselves.

Now, after entering the zombie city, unexpectedly encountering an enemy squad, the power of the rotary cannon made dispatching them effortless. But that left only two external missiles on the helicopter.

“Hasan’s combat awareness is remarkable. Without my prompting, he launched the rotary cannon as soon as the enemy approached, and with such precision—truly a well-trained warrior!” Wang Ling said as he gathered the three black keys stained with fresh blood and shimmering with a crimson glow from the bodies of the fallen. Seeing the helicopter land, Hassan stepped out of the cabin. Wang Ling tossed him one of the keys.

To his surprise, Hassan calmly threw it back. The old man’s face was serene as he said, “The helicopter is your tool; I merely operated the controls. My principle, taught by Allah, is that those who are not greedy will be safe and endure. If you kill Dr. Edgar, all the spoils are yours. But when you return to the Dream Space, I hope you can get me a fine curved blade as a reward.”

Wang Ling caught the key, slightly surprised, then nodded. “No problem. As long as we survive, I’ll get you a weapon you’re satisfied with.”

Though this world was a peaceful scenario, killing enemy Dreamers didn’t reduce rewards. Using all three keys, Wang Ling selected the first option from various rewards, gaining a total of 31,211 currency points, six attribute points, and three skill points!

That averaged about 10,000 currency points, two attribute points, and one skill point per person—a remarkably rich haul! This made sense, since a fully capable team usually kept some reserves for special circumstances. Now all that wealth belonged to Wang Ling.

“My account now has 47,500 currency points, 15 attribute points, 12 skill points, and three Dream skill points!” Wang Ling’s heart swelled with excitement. After returning to the Dream Space, he could finally upgrade the white iron musket and create the long-awaited android!

“Roar!” Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the zombie city, breaking Wang Ling’s thoughts. Everyone turned their gaze to the castle gate, where a colossal zombie emerged, bellowing in fury.

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