Stocking up in the apocalypse: I am invincible with billions of points, why are you jealous?

Ye Ting stared at the written instructions sent by the head teacher on the screen with a gloomy face.

The content of the notice made him clench his fists unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white.

This instruction turned out to be the Grand Master's request for the Shenting Corps to fully cooperate with Ye Ze and provide him with everything he needed for researching corpse cores.

It is well known in the Omniscient Sect that the Grand Master attaches great importance to corpse cores and supernatural powers above all else, and no one dares to challenge him.

Ye Ze used this to force himself to grit his teeth and compromise.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes. He would do anything to achieve his goal. Ye Ze made arrangements in advance. This was really no different from him!

The thought of having to give up some ground for his research on my own turf made me angrier and angrier.

At this time, his followers hurried in, "Master Ye Ting, the black-robed messenger... sent someone to say that he urgently needs a batch of fresh corpse core samples, and hopes that when we carry out the mission tomorrow... we will not hurt the zombies' brains..."

Ye Ting stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Tell him that the Shenting Corps has its own mission arrangements and it is impossible for them to provide unlimited resources for his research."

The followers looked embarrassed, "Sir, what about the instructions from the Grand Master..."

Ye Ting took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that disobeying the orders of the Archbishop would have disastrous consequences and would directly affect his ability to become Archbishop.

"When we clean up tomorrow, just collect some corpse cores for him!"

"Yes, Lord Yeting." The believers took the order and left.

Ye Ting sat down again, but the anger in his heart had not dissipated. In the early stage, he handed over tens of thousands of corpse cores, which blocked the mouth of the Grand Master for a long time. He did not reveal the attack to his superiors, but wanted to seize the fat piece of meat of Province F as soon as possible and expand his own power. He had no time to care about extracting the corpse cores from the zombies' brains.

The instructions given by the head coach at this time meant that he had already been targeted.

"No one can stop me from becoming the Archbishop. Those masked old guys, it's time to change people."

Midnight, at Port F.

There were little lights on a row of horizontal containers.

"Bishop, everything has been arranged according to your instructions."

"Is the dosage okay? We can't make any mistakes."

"A small amount, less than 5ml."

"Okay, let's get started. We have to take it down before dawn. We have to succeed."

Chen Haiguang and three priests boarded the ship nervously, left the port, and watched the results of the plan from a distance.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The small devices on the windproof strips in front of the container door made small cracking sounds one after another, and the liquid with a hint of supernatural power and a smell of blood splashed everywhere.

Those special smells drift with the wind.

Before long, in the darkness, the streets, alleys, houses and buildings were filled with the cries and noises of zombies.

The mutant zombies smelled the scent and rushed towards the port as expected, as if being pulled by invisible ropes.

Chen Haiguang clenched his fists nervously, and the four of them gathered together to watch the live broadcast on the tablet.

The zombies passed through the gap in the first line of defense that they had deliberately opened before, and crawled into the container one by one.

A large ice bucket that frequently spewed out white mist and gave off a bloody smell immediately attracted the zombies' great attention. They were completely unaware and the door of the box closed quietly.

"Drill, drill, drill..." They kept muttering to urge the zombies, fearing that the zombies would fall into their trap.

"Good boy, hurry up and get in!"

Bizarre zombies poked their heads in one after another, and a small red, soap-like block of ice at the bottom of the barrel was the source of the smell.

They stretched out their long tongues to lick the ice, but were stuck and had to retract them. They tried to swallow it, but it was so sticky that even their tongues were frozen hard by the cold air. Their bodies and limbs were covered with layer upon layer of white frost against the edge of the ice bucket. As time went on, more and more zombies were frozen around the ice bucket, and the container became a zombie ice sculpture warehouse.

"Ah, it's done!!" Their hearts finally settled down, and Chen Haiguang shouted excitedly.

The priests rubbed their hands excitedly, "Our lives are saved now, Bishop!"

If this move failed, they would have to flee overnight, taking with them a shipload of supplies and the obedient divine guards hidden at the bottom of the box. It would be better to stay away and survive than to become mindless cannon fodder.

After observing for a while, Chen Haiguang gave an order on the intercom, and the divine guards remaining in the port quickly acted according to the order.

"Thanks to the bishop's wisdom, he considered the suitability of the offerings when making them. Most of the divine guards stationed here have water and ice powers, so they are now useful."

"I just don't know what the black-robed messenger is thinking..."

"Bishop, what if... the other party doesn't buy it? Why don't we just run away?"

The priests' thoughts began to waver again. What good would it be if they succeeded? Since their bishop Chen Haiguang could think of using this method to trap the zombies, could the black-robed messenger who was second only to the archbishop not think of it?

To put it more bluntly, if someone takes over the garrison, the soldiers there can do the same thing, so what's the use of them?

Chen Haiguang rolled his eyes when he saw the cowardly looks of the priests, and was overcome by his stupidity. He blamed himself for choosing these three stupid things in the first place. He thought that if they were stupid, they would be easier to control, and if they were useless, then at least they would be obedient.

"Stupid things! Is there shit in your brains? The plan succeeded, why are you running away?" Chen Haiguang scolded.

The priests were scolded and stammered.

"Bishop, no... people's hearts are hard to predict. The black-robed messenger... can also... do this. We... will still have to become divine guards in the end..."

The blockhead made Chen Haiguang so angry that he stamped his feet. "What do you know? Don't forget that although Ye Ting's Shenting Corps is very powerful, it is also controlled by the Grand Master. Moreover, the large corps must submit targets on time every month. According to the progress and intensity of the attack on the F Province area this time, Ye Ting has no intention of collecting corpse cores. I don't know if the Grand Master knows about this. In any case, what we are doing is completely beneficial to him."

"Bishop, do you mean... that we take over the task of the Divine Thunder Corps?"

"Ah... So that's how it is. I understand now. Someone has to take care of the dirty and the dead."

The priests looked at each other and seemed to think there was some truth in this.

"But, the zombies in Province F are almost wiped out..."

"Province F is nothing. Ye Ting will continue to attack other cities. Humph, he has great ambitions." Chen Haiguang said firmly.

Then, the noise of the containers moving could be heard throughout the night.

The next day, Ye Ting sent out troops to sweep the last area as usual.

Judging from the battle situation on the scene, the number of zombies has obviously decreased by 1/3.

Ye Ting was puzzled when he learned that no one was willing to fight at the garrison.

At this time, his subordinates came to report: "Master Ye Ting, there is news from the port. They have trapped a large number of zombies using a special method and obtained a large number of corpse cores. Here is the video record."

Ye Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, fast-forwarded to the video screen, and said coldly after watching it: "Using corpse core to exchange for life, you have some brains."

After taking over the entire Province F, Chen Haiguang and three priests were taken to the Yeting Hongchang Base.

The four of them knelt down respectfully to show their loyalty.

The corners of Ye Ting's mouth curled up into a barely perceptible smile, "You guys are really thoughtful, bringing thousands of corpse cores to the Shen Ting Corps."

Chen Haiguang said hurriedly: "Master Ye Ting, we are also thinking about sharing your worries. From now on, the four of us are willing to serve you at your service."

Ye Ting glanced at them and said, "You've heard about the other small outposts, Chen Haiguang."

"Yes, Lord Yeting." Chen Haiguang hurriedly looked up and responded.

"Is it okay for the Shenting Corps to give you the monthly quota?"

"Okay, okay, okay, we will definitely be able to complete the task assigned by Lord Ye Ting!"

A sneer appeared on Ye Ting's lips.

"Okay, you all know what the consequences are. From now on, the people in your small station will follow the Divine Thunder Corps and collect more corpse cores for the Grand Master."

Chen Haiguang was delighted and nodded quickly, "Don't worry, sir, we will do our best."