Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 175 Hairy Zombie
The zombies filed out, pushing and shoving each other, piling up one on top of the other.

In an instant, dozens of zombies surged out.

And as the gaps in the tunnel widen, this number continues to increase rapidly.

The various firing positions, which had been on high alert, immediately and without hesitation pulled the trigger.

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

Rapid-fire machine guns, loaded with large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, unleashed streaks of scorching fire upon the densely surging horde of corpses.

Every now and then, a high-explosive shell would explode, followed by a burst of intense flames in the densest part of the horde of corpses.

The dense roar almost drowned out the howls of the countless hordes of corpses.

Yang Ping, of course, was not idle either.

He kept a close eye on the movements below, and at the opportune moment, the Bagua plate on the table spun instantly.

Yang Ping directly stuck a talisman on it, forcibly activating the damaged formation.

next moment.

"Buzz!"

A deafening roar drowned out the sounds of gunfire, and then, a large, visible shockwave suddenly spread out from the entrance of the tomb.

The hordes of zombies were instantly flung in all directions, the dense and seemingly unbreakable horde of corpses being torn apart.

The entire inner ring auxiliary formation is primarily designed to repel the enemy.

It didn't kill the zombies like it would crush the fragile Gu worms, but it successfully separated the zombie horde.

But this also completely destroyed the already damaged and incomplete formation caused by the blockade.

Fortunately, it also diverted the most surging group of zombies.

Soldiers on each defensive line seized the opportunity and began to target and kill the relatively weaker Yin Corpses and White-haired Corpses according to tactics.

To reduce the number of zombies, making it easier to focus fire on and kill the stronger individuals.

Amidst the roar of large-caliber firearms, giant tungsten steel armor-piercing rounds tore through shriveled flesh.

The weak zombie had its limbs quickly broken.

Even so, the bodies that had fallen to the ground continued to crawl.

But as an incendiary bomb was launched, flames roared and crackled.

The zombies, writhing on the ground and rendered unable to move, were gradually burned to charcoal and ceased their struggle.

Subsequently, some of the black-haired zombies appeared to be much more robust and muscular.

As the fire intensified, the stiff flesh of the corpses was torn apart by the dense bullets, their skin and bones ripped apart, following in their footsteps.

In less than ten minutes, the entire process was completed: machine gun suppression, anti-materiel sniper rifle kills, and incendiary bombs for complete destruction.

Of the hundreds of zombies that surged out, most were already dead or wounded.

There were only some large, robust zombies covered in green hair that looked like rotting fungus.

Amidst the bullets, the stiff, bronze-like corpses, sparking as they relentlessly charged towards the city wall.

However, due to the stiffness of his body and slower speed, it's only a matter of time before he is worn down to death, just like last time.

And with the initial large-scale outflow.

Although zombies are still emerging from the hole at the tomb's exit, their numbers no longer pose a significant danger.

The crisis was quickly brought under control.

Once the small, isolated groups of zombies are eliminated, and then the large horde of zombies is wiped out with full force, the danger can be completely eliminated.

"Phew...it doesn't seem so bad after all..."

Seeing this, Yang Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Modern firepower, when properly deployed, is still quite effective against these tangible evil spirits.

Next, a group of zombies will concentrate their fire to block the opening in the tomb, allowing the subsequent zombies to pour out.

After clearing out the small groups of zombies, most of the firepower was concentrated on the largest horde of zombies that had gathered together and were rushing toward the city wall for defense.

Although the dispersed firepower allowed the more powerful green-haired zombie, along with a group of zombies, to climb most of the way up the pit.

But Yang Ping wasn't nervous at all.

As the people who came here early to set up defenses, the enemy they initially envisioned was outnumbered and outgunned.

Even without this firepower, Yang Ping was confident that he could stop this group of zombies, whose highest members were no more than green-haired corpses.

Moreover, under the repeated artillery fire, the green-haired zombies, who were the main force in the zombie horde, were also badly damaged.

They were about to be killed on the way.

Seeing this, Yang Ping stopped attacking and instead put down his stance to observe the entire battle.

Prepare to conserve your energy in case of any other unexpected situations.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked; as soon as his gaze fell upon the scene, Yang Ping's brow twitched involuntarily.

Gradually, not far from the horde of corpses being targeted by the concentrated fire, something slowly emerged from the ground in the shadows.

Tall and thin, it kept twisting and turning.

Yang Ping recognized the familiar figure at a glance.

"Insects!...I'm doomed! I'm going to die!"

He was really anxious now. Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do at this time, he was sure it wasn't anything good.

He then prepared to tell Old Li, who was standing nearby, to allocate some firepower to blow it up.

Even if you can't kill it with a bomb, you should at least keep it occupied and prevent it from making any moves.

However, it was clear that by then it was too late.

Yang Ping stared wide-eyed in horror.

Then, the tall, slender figure of the ant threw out a small, crystal-clear object that reflected the moonlight.

He threw it directly into the horde of corpses that was being gradually consumed.

next moment.

"Crack!"

The moment the crisp cracking sound appeared, a thick plume of dark purple smoke rose from the ground.

It instantly enveloped the already shrunk horde of corpses, which had shrunk by half.

What everyone saw next were zombies with broken limbs, lying on the ground.

It roared angrily with its fangs bared, and the moment the purplish-black smoke arrived, it swiftly burrowed into the zombie's body through its seven orifices.

next moment.

Interrupted, the severed limb, covered with withered muscle and white bone fragments, twitched and swelled.

Like some disgusting insect, it quickly began to climb and spread.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, new limbs grew rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

This change affected almost the entire horde of corpses.

Some zombies whose heads had been smashed or whose limbs had been broken were instantly healed under the nourishment of this blackish-purple smoke.

Yang Ping also saw a white-haired corpse with a hole the size of a washbasin in its chest, which was quickly filled by bones and muscles.

What's even more horrifying is that the white-haired corpse, covered in white down and shriveled, actually had muscles that were visibly bulging.

The white downy hairs on the surface of the skin also receded in a rustling motion, revealing a layer of fine, shimmering black hairs that quickly emerged like maggots.

"... "

"...This! He broke through?!"

This turn of events was beyond Yang Ping's imagination. In his understanding, zombies were evil creatures.

They need to be buried in a superior burial ground for decades or even centuries to be properly nurtured.

It can only advance in rank by being nurtured with various rare spiritual materials and essences.

But now, surprisingly, after the ant threw out an unknown bottle of something, its severed limbs regenerated and its cultivation level advanced.

This phenomenon occurred in almost every zombie in the horde.

What made Yang Ping's eyelids twitch was what happened in the center of the horde of corpses.

A zombie that was much taller and stronger than the other green-haired zombies, covered in tattered scales.

After inhaling a large amount of dark purple smoke, some of the green hair on its surface fell off.

It grew thick, mottled hair that shimmered with a pale purple light.

"A purple-haired corpse? No... no... it hasn't fully advanced yet..."

This change sent a shiver down Yang Ping's spine.

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this green-haired zombie, which was noticeably taller than the other zombies, still had large patches of green hair on its body.

Only some parts have been replaced with purple, so it is obviously not a complete purple-haired corpse.

This calmed his alarmed mind, reminding him of the many backup plans he had prepared.

"We should still be able to handle it..."

Muttering to himself, Yang Ping also started to move. In the current situation, he could no longer conserve his energy to stand by and watch.

With nimble movements, he took a string of red cords with copper coins tied to them from the altar and threaded the talismans onto it.

Meanwhile, the defending soldiers also noticed the drastic changes within the horde of corpses.

Old Li's face was already soaked with sweat, but he dared not look away from it for a moment.

He kept a close eye on the horde of corpses that was rushing closer and closer to his section of the city wall.

The purplish-black smoke that appeared out of nowhere just now healed all the zombies that we had finally managed to defeat.

This caused most of the zombies to swell up, and the hair on their bodies also changed.

Although he didn't quite understand the intricacies of the situation, he realized something was wrong with the horde of corpses that had visibly increased in speed.

Moreover, through the binoculars, he could also see a scruffy zombie that was nearly two meters tall and a head taller than the other zombies.

Zheng Yi took the lead, charging forward despite being hit by heavy machine gun fire.

The armor-piercing shell hit the enemy's fleshy chest, but it was as if it had hit the frontal armor of a tank, without even leaving a scratch.

And just as he was observing through his binoculars...

Just then, a high-explosive grenade, trailing a fiery tail, struck the large, scrawny zombie from the side and behind.

As if sensing something, the zombie instantly twisted its upper body at an unexpected speed, swinging its claws to strike the incoming object.

"boom!"

Fire burst out.

When the smoke cleared, it was revealed that the zombie was clutching a bunch of twisted metal pieces in its claws.

In this point-blank explosion, besides blackening the target with soot, not even a single purple hair was plucked.

This made his face twitch.

"Phew... What the hell is this?!"

Old Li's palms, which were holding the binoculars, were soaked with sweat.

As the towering zombie drew ever closer, and the horde of corpses roaring behind it, my heart nearly skipped a beat.

If he's like this, then imagine the pressure on the other ordinary soldiers on the same city wall.

Even more terrifying is that the horde of zombies, having just undergone a buff, is now braving artillery fire and is about to crawl out of the deep pit where the tomb is located.

Once you reach flat ground, run another hundred meters or so, and you'll be close to the city wall.

At that time, various high-explosive weapons and artillery support will be hesitant and unable to be used.

The situation will only get worse.

Thinking of this, Old Li, who had already put down his binoculars, couldn't help but have a ferocious expression and grit his teeth.

He forcefully pulled the walkie-talkie from his shoulder and connected it to the outer communication.

"Calling in artillery positions! Quickly! Full fire coverage at the current coordinates!"

"What?! Too close and there's a risk of friendly fire? Any closer and there's a risk of death!! Open fire!"

After the order was given, Lao Li hurriedly told the soldiers around him to lie down.

After finishing all this, he suddenly remembered something, quickly turned his head, and shouted loudly in the direction of the burning candles and incense burner not far away.

"Master Yang! Take cover quickly! The artillery fire will affect the city walls!"

The shout was so loud that it clearly reached Yang Ping's ears, even amidst the continuous gunfire on the battlefield.

But right now, he was focused on quickly threading the red rope and talisman in his hand, and had no energy to care about these things.

Yang Ping didn't believe that some artillery fire that didn't carry any magic power could kill a monster that was half a step into the Purple-haired Corpse realm.

Hearing the warning from the side, he took a moment to pull out a Golden Body Talisman and an Iron Armor Talisman and slapped them onto his chest.

Prepare to withstand the impact of the explosion for a while.

Meanwhile, the outer perimeter positions, having received the order, executed it very quickly.

Or rather, they were already in a state of readiness, and after fine-tuning and calculating the angle, they fired without hesitation.

"Boom! Boom!..."

Various artillery pieces fixed to armored vehicles and the ground launched shells weighing tens or even hundreds of kilograms into the air amidst a series of booming sounds.

Drawing in parabolic arcs, they leaped into the inner circle of defenses, inside the towering concrete walls.

next moment.

Precisely measured shells rained down on the heads of the horde of corpses almost simultaneously.

Several unlucky zombies were crushed into mincemeat and shoved into the soil by giant cannonballs that resembled flying bricks.

next moment.

The shell exploded.

"boom!!!"

A massive amount of light and heat was poured out in all directions.

Interspersed among them were stones crushed into sand, and some scattered zombie limbs, far harder than steel.

At this moment, Old Li, who had already fallen to the ground with the soldiers, was covering his ears and opening his mouth wide.

Even so, the violent shockwave so close to the blast zone still made him feel a jolt in his internal organs.

A wave of intense nausea washed over me.

Fortunately, the soldiers present were all elites who had been carefully selected.

This level of pressure is still manageable and won't render one incapable of fighting.

Yang Ping, who was still standing in front of the altar table, was now completely exposed and was directly hit by the raging wind and hot air generated by the explosion.

The impact that should have been enough to send an adult flying was instead like a gentle breeze after a talisman lit up on his chest, leaving him firmly rooted to the spot.

The scorching air, strong enough to burn flesh, was reduced to negligible damage by the Iron Armor Talisman.

However, various incense and candle tables were blown into the air during the explosion.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Yang Ping finished the talisman and red rope in his hand and quickly stuffed them into his chest.

(End of this chapter)