I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 667 The Zombie Nation in the Apocalypse (45 chapters)
But then Canglang shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, comforting himself, "Maybe I've been too stressed lately. Oh well, don't overthink it."

Back in his room, Canglang saw a drink on the table and asked his subordinate, "What's this?"

"King of the Azure Wolf, this is holy water bestowed by the Empress. May everything go smoothly for you tonight."

Canglang grunted in response, and without much thought, with respect for the Queen, picked up the drink and drank it all in one gulp.

Meanwhile, high-ranking figures in various locations within the base drank a beverage specially prepared for them.

Everyone in Room Zero received that "stimulant".

Each guest received a different drink than the master.

These top elites have always lived in a class-based society, and their diets are also distinct, so the bodyguard supervisor didn't find anything strange about it.

After finishing their task, Sharp Tiger and Hungry Eagle also drank the "holy water".

Several council members, scattered in various locations and in charge of the defense of the Night Owl base, also drank the "holy water" bestowed by the Queen.

Luo Ji, now transformed into the Rebellious Empress, disdainfully straightened her clothes.

He was about to go out to meet his guests, so he had to dress up.

Yu Muhuai helped him tidy up.

He raised his chin slightly, looked at Yu Muhuai in the mirror, and said arrogantly in his own voice, "To actually refuse the 'holy water' bestowed by the Empress, what audacity!"

Yu Muhuai bowed slightly, making a very respectful gesture.

"Yes, it is my fault for being ungrateful and unworthy of Her Majesty's reward."

Before they even left the house, the two had already started acting.

Once outside, they began to put on an acting showdown.

Surrounded by a group of people, the haughty Luo Ji arrived at the top floor and sat in the high seat belonging to the Rebellious Empress.

Female guests dressed in glamorous evening gowns and male guests in bespoke suits entered the venue one after another.

They exchanged pleasantries and chatted, discussing the recent world situation, the current state of the zombie outbreak, and the movements of various bases amidst the clinking of glasses and toasts.
A group of people were talking non-stop and speaking eloquently.

Everyone wore smiles, was polite, and behaved impeccably; they were all a bunch of hypocrites.

It was as if the bestial acts about to occur at the banquet had nothing to do with them.

Just like the world a year ago, there is nothing unusual.

After all the guests had exchanged brief greetings and taken their seats, Loki delivered a prepared welcome speech in the voice of the Rebel Queen.

Then the host came out and got the atmosphere going.

After that, the evening's entertainment program began.

The first humans to appear were the remaining ordinary people from the Snow Wolf Base.

Because of the large scale of this performance, each act required a much larger number of people than before.

Gradually, the room where more than a thousand ordinary people were imprisoned was soon empty.

Two-thirds of the humans turned into zombies.

The sudden influx of so many zombies into the base has significantly increased the difficulty of containing them.

They had assumed that the eagle in charge of security would issue some new instructions or send more personnel.

However, no messages were received from the hungry eagle.

So these people dealt with the unexpectedly large horde of zombies according to their original plan.

Now that all the ordinary people have taken the stage, the main event is about to begin.

The guests upstairs also craned their necks, showing great interest in the upcoming performances.

The program description stated that this was a group of people from the military, all of whom were strong, healthy, and powerful.

Moreover, they are all tough nuts to crack, refusing to be swayed by either soft or hard approaches.

The guests made no attempt to hide the disdain on their faces. Ha, a tough nut to crack, huh?
Under the overwhelming power and authority, these tough nuts are nothing.

The guests upstairs watched down with a relaxed and cheerful air, eagerly anticipating the scene of these tough guys being crushed.

However, after the host's introduction, there was no response from the audience for a long time.

The guests didn't realize anything was wrong at first.

But as time passed, it remained quiet downstairs, and some guests showed signs of impatience.

Whether before or during the apocalypse, everyone here is an elite with the highest social standing in the world.

They are always the ones who neglect others; they have never been neglected by others.

Holding the microphone and being stared at by so many elites, the host could hardly contain his emotions.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and began to take charge of the event with the professionalism of a host.

"Distinguished guests, please wait a moment while we are setting up the equipment. The performance will begin soon."

Then the host told some funny stories in an attempt to divert the guests' attention.

Some people listened patiently to the host's persuasive words and continued to wait.
Some people who are usually decisive and agreeable frowned, became increasingly impatient, and started complaining to the staff next to them.

The atmosphere in the venue gradually shifted from the initial relaxed and comfortable mood to a somewhat restless one.

Finally, after the host had been talking for about ten minutes with a dry throat, there was a sound coming from the iron gate on the first floor.

Someone is about to come out!

The host breathed a sigh of relief; his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

He flashed a bright smile and announced loudly in a light tone, "Okay, let's..."

Suddenly, the microphone was snatched from the host's hand.

He was horrified, never expecting anyone would do such a thing.

The host turned his head and saw that the person who grabbed the microphone from him was a short-haired woman.

Yu Muhuai smiled at the host, holding the microphone and announcing with great pleasure, "Welcome to the Zombie Kingdom."

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No one can accurately describe what kind of night it was.

Over the past year, human activity has decreased, pollution emissions have declined, and air quality has improved significantly.

There are many more stars to see at night than before.

A crescent moon hangs in the night sky, surrounded by stars scattered like stars across the night sky.

The Milky Way, paved with countless stars, meanders and stretches like water, its flow never ceasing.

Under such a beautiful night sky, a brutal and bloody massacre was unfolding in a massive base.

The moonlight cast a hazy veil over the scene, tacitly approving its unfolding and heralding the arrival of a new era.

"Welcome to the zombie kingdom."

As soon as Yu Muhuai finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire venue instantly became lively and noisy.

However, these sounds did not come from the guests, nor from the heavily armed Night Owl members on patrol.

It was not the sound of a large group of zombies roaring together.

It looked like it was going to tear the whole roof off.

At first, the guests present had no idea what was happening.

They all showed expressions of surprise, thinking that this was a special performance prepared by the Night Owl Base.

Wish you sweet dreams and good night (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
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