Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Liang Yue nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for your answer."

Liang Yue followed Zhang Yi away.

Soon after, they returned to the large courtyard of Pajigesang's house without anyone noticing.

After returning, Liang Yue asked about Zhang Yi's plans.

"Zhang Yi, why do you suddenly want to meet their leader?"

Zhang Yi said, "Originally, I just went there to join in the fun. After all, a bunch of poor, weak guys can't pose any threat to Sangjia Monastery. With the Burial Master in charge, any resistance is meaningless."

"Not to mention that they are no match in terms of force, even the secret sects of the Snowy Plateau will not follow them to rebel against the Burial Master!"

"But, I suddenly thought of something very interesting."

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Liang Yue was a little confused.

"What is it, then?"

Yang Xinxin gave the answer.

"Brother Zhang Yi suspects that the leader of the resistance army is the golden-winged alien who appeared at the foot of the snowy mountains that night."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yi's actions suddenly became extremely reasonable.

In Zhang Yi's eyes, these rebels are just small characters.

However, if there are Ipsilon-level mutants among them, it would be a different story.

Zhang Yi took a sip of tea and said calmly, "A person's name may be very different from their true self, but a nickname will never lie."

"The Snow Mountain Divine Eagle, this title wouldn't come out of nowhere. Unless he's shown some similar traits, like, say, a beastman or a bird-like mutant."

"This point is consistent with the golden-winged alien I saw that night."

"And yet, despite being extremely short of supplies, the rebels were still able to hold their own against the four great chieftain families for two and a half years. The fact that Ipsilon was behind them perfectly explains it all."

Zhang Yi thought about what happened that night.

At the beginning, the Golden-winged Alien and the Burial Master were hostile to each other.

But when Zhang Yi and two other strange people appeared, the two suddenly joined forces.

This made Zhang Yi very confused for a while, and he couldn't figure out the relationship between the two.

But if the golden-winged alien is the leader of the rebels, the Snow Mountain Eagle, everything makes sense.

"There are two Ipsilons on the Snowy Plateau?!"

Everyone felt it was incredible.

Of course they knew how difficult it was for an Ipsilon-level mutant to appear.

An Ipsilon-level mutant can only be born once in one to two hundred million people.

Not only do you have talent, you also need enough resources to allow it to grow.

Therefore, in the entire Huaxu Kingdom, there are less than ten Ipsilons who are known to the public.

But the Southwest Region only has two?

Zhang Yi said, "That Golden Winged Alien wasn't very strong. Although we fought briefly that night, I could sense that he was very weak and simply couldn't stand up to the Burial Master."

Zhou Ke'er said, "There's also a gap between Ipsilon and us. If his strength isn't enough, even if we win him over as an ally, it might not be of much help, right?"

"It's hard to say. It's hard to say."

Zhang Yi rubbed the back of his hand habitually and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"There seems to be something special between that guy and the Undertaker."

"I can't explain why, but I did feel something strange that day."

"He's fought against the Burial Master before, which means he knows his strengths and even his weaknesses better than anyone else. And this is the information I need most!"

In the field of modern warfare, intelligence warfare is particularly critical.

The same is true for battles between aliens.

If you can get enough intelligence about your opponent and make adequate preparations, it is entirely possible to defeat the strong with the weak!

The ability index only represents the theoretical ability value, but the data can sometimes be wrong.

For example, Zhang Yi.

Seventy percent of his abilities were in defense. If someone had done enough homework on him in advance and found some means to prevent him from opening the dimensional door, he would be invincible.