93: Chapter 93 Accompanied Zombies

"Ding! Congratulations on killing an E-Class Zombie. Reward: 20 survival coins!"

"Ding! Congratulations on killing an E-Class Zombie. Reward: 20 survival coins!"

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Chen Ze listened to the pleasant system notification sound, simply pulled up a chair to sit down, and crossed his legs.

"Invincibility is so, so lonely~"

The slightly off-key singing rang out, immediately attracting the attention of the survivors in the surrounding Fortress.

"The zombies are attacking the city? Who the hell has the leisure to sing?"

"It seems to be Chen Ze. My god, look quickly, why are there E-Class Zombies all over the outside of his Blockhouse! There are at least two hundred of them!"

"Why hasn't he started attacking the zombies yet? He must be scared silly!"

"Holy crap! That's not right! Why are zombies falling down? I didn't even see him attack? How did he do that?"

Fatty, holding a heavy E-grade long spear in one hand, stood to the side, laughing and crying at the same time. He looked at the leisurely humming Chen Ze and cupped his hands.

"Brother Ze, you've really shown off to the extreme this time. I'm truly impressed."

Chen Ze raised his hand and patted his round belly neither too lightly nor too heavily, then scoffed.

"You kid doesn't know a damn thing. This is called strength."

On the fourth floor of the Blockhouse, Wang Yalan, Li Mengmeng, and Duan Linhai looked at the strange scene downstairs, all with blank faces.

Li Mengmeng gripped the f-rank hand crossbow in her hand tightly and spoke timidly.

"Th... that, Yalan, how about we stop shooting with the hand crossbows? I see that those zombies seem to have just laid down on the ground themselves. We don't need to do anything at all."

Wang Yalan felt slightly embarrassed upon hearing this.

Just a moment ago, she was the one shooting the hardest!

"Um, then let's stop shooting for now!"

"But we still can't go down. Zombies attacking the Blockhouse usually come in two waves! We must be careful!"

"Okay, okay!"

Li Mengmeng nodded immediately.

Time passed slowly. A full half-hour went by, and all two hundred E-Class Zombies died miserably under the Thorn Counter-damage, piling up a thick mountain of corpses at the base of the wall.

Throughout the entire city defense battle, Chen Ze hadn't used a single gun or arrow. He leaned on his wooden chair with his legs crossed the whole time, extremely relaxed.

The only thing he did was repeatedly open the mall to exchange for repair kits to replenish the Fortress durability consumed by the zombies.

Chen Ze stretched, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked thoroughly comfortable.

"Ah, this is what life is all about."

He clicked on the system panel to count his gains.

Two hundred E-Class Zombies, each rewarding 20 survival coins, totaling 4,000 survival coins.

Besides that, with the massive number of zombies continuously attacking the Fortress, under the continuous bonus of the S-rank talent Tycoons Armor, the maximum durability of the Blockhouse increased by a full 200 points, now reaching 2136!

Just then, a continuous rumbling sound suddenly came from afar.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth trembled slightly with the loud noise. The dull sound approached from afar, and a sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire area.

Chen Ze immediately perked up and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.

A dozen tall figures gradually became clear. With those huge bone hammers and fat bodies, what else could they be but E-Class Mutant Zombies, the Brute Force Zombies?

"A dozen of them came at once. They really think highly of me!"

Chen Ze immediately activated the e-grade automatic crossbow in his mind, ready to issue an attack command at any time.

But before the Brute Force Zombies could get close, seven or eight human-head-sized, round, black shadows suddenly flew over from mid-air in the distance, smashing straight towards the Blockhouse.

"Boom!"

The first head hit the Blockhouse, causing a terrifying explosion, and the entire Blockhouse seemed to shake.

"Your Blockhouse is under fierce attack. Current durability: 2036/2136"

"S-rank talent Tycoons Armor triggered. Maximum durability increased. Current durability: 2036/2151"

"Note: Because the distance between the attacker and the Fortress is out of range, S-rank Thorn Counter-damage failed to trigger!"

One attack made the Blockhouse's durability drop by a full 100 points! And it didn't even trigger the counter-damage effect. What on earth was this?

Before Chen Ze could react, there were a few more terrifying explosions!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!~"

The outer wall of the Blockhouse was blasted with flying stones, and the durability dropped to one-third in an instant!

"Holy crap! What is this! The power is comparable to a cannonball!"

Fatty exclaimed, barely able to stand steady by holding onto the wall.

Chen Ze's expression became completely solemn. His gaze pierced through the smoke and looked straight into the deep shadows behind the dozen Brute Force Zombies.

He saw seven or eight thin, short zombies crouching in the back, their bellies unusually distended. They tore open the skin and flesh of their own abdomens with their hands, pulled out pitch-black human heads from inside, and after charging up, threw them fiercely at the Blockhouse.

"Monster Information: E-Class Mutant Zombie, Aconite Zombie"

"Monster Description: Incubates corrosive explosive heads inside the body. Can throw self-destructing heads from a distance to attack. The head explosion can cause terrifying damage!"

Chen Ze's brows knit tightly as he watched, and he cursed in a low voice.

"Damn! Can this thing even be called a zombie? It's clearly a living siege cannon!"

"Brother Ze! Those guys are throwing them over again!"

No sooner had Fatty finished speaking than there were four or five consecutive explosions, and the Blockhouse's durability plummeted again.

Chen Ze used five intermediate repair kits all at once to bring the durability back to full.

Looking outside again, a dozen Brute Force Zombies were approaching quickly with heavy footsteps, now only thirty or forty meters away from the Blockhouse.

With Brute Force Zombies in the front row as meat shields and Aconite Zombies in the back row dealing damage, the zombies had really figured out infantry-artillery coordination.

"Damn! e-grade automatic crossbow, fire!"

Chen Ze dared not delay any longer and immediately controlled the crossbow to fire.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!~"

Arrows flashing with blue light shot out, aiming straight at the Brute Force Zombies in the front row.

"Puff! Puff!~"

The arrows stuck fiercely into the rotten flesh of the Brute Force Zombies, but their bodies were covered with a thick layer of keratinized hard skin. Most of the arrows only pierced a dozen centimeters and couldn't go any further; they couldn't penetrate the vital points at all.

Only a few arrows that hit the eye sockets or the gaps in the neck could cause heavy damage and slow down their charge.

"Brother Ze, we can't kill the Brute Force Zombies with arrows, and we can't hit the Aconite Zombies. We must think of a way, or we'll be exhausted to death sooner or later!"

Fatty said anxiously, gripping his E-grade long spear tightly in his right hand.

Chen Ze naturally knew the desperate situation at hand.

A single volley from the Aconite Zombies could blast away seven or eight hundred points of Fortress durability. Once the dozen Brute Force Zombies rushed to the base of the wall, with the bone hammers striking in turns and the self-destruct explosions overlapping, how many repair kits would it take to hold out against the dual damage?

Before he could finish, three more corrosive explosive heads flew through the air.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The loud noise shook the entire Blockhouse, and the durability bar dropped another chunk.

"Fatty! I'll go kill those beasts in the distance, you come and contain the Brute Force Zombies up close! Remember, don't take risks!"

Chen Ze spoke extremely fast, finishing the division of labor in just two sentences. His right hand suddenly drew the D-grade Dragon Chant Blade, the blade cold and sharp, with a cold light flashing.

Fatty held the E-grade long spear horizontally and smiled crookedly, with no hint of fear in his eyes.

"Alright! You can count on me!"