"Relax, haven't you survived in the apocalypse for so long before? This just proves that those bugs in the upper city were an accident."
The Bloodforged Saint comforted him.
"I hope so."
Now that things have come to this, there's no point in speculating and being uneasy. Just face it directly.
"We're here."
The Frost Lord's voice came from below. After several hours of trekking, they finally saw the outline of the city.
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"No need to land, just give them a show of force from the sky."
Since advancing to the quasi-King level, Qian'er's confidence has also grown. With three quasi-King level pets, he could practically walk sideways in the apocalyptic world, and even say 'I don't eat beef'.
"Okay."
The Frost Lord smiled excitedly, the violent factors in its bones brought to the extreme at this moment.
It swaggered to the center of the city and opened its mouth to let out a deafening dragon roar.
"Roar!!!!!"
The terrifying sound shattered the glass beneath them, and at the same time, it attracted the attention of all the "people" in this city.
"Ho... ho... ho..."
The familiar sound of air leaking from tracheas came from all directions, densely packed, making one's scalp tingle.
This sound, which would have made Qian'er turn around and run away in the past, sounded particularly comforting at this moment.
Looking in the direction of the faint blue light emanating from the Frost Lord's body, he discovered that the open space below was already surrounded by zombies with wide eyes, staring at Qian'er above with terrifying gazes.
They stretched their necks, as if this method would allow them to reach Qian'er.
But soon, realizing that this wouldn't work, the zombies began to boil like water, scrambling to pile up on top of each other, trying to reach the sky and devour Qian'er.
Seeing this, a hint of excitement flashed in the Frost Lord's eyes. An icy dragon's roar rang out from its mouth again, and this time, accompanied by the roar, dense bone spurs rose from the ground, smashing the dense zombies into mud like a garlic mortar.
A massive amount of merit descended from the sky, distributed among Qian'er and each of his pets.
This was a change that occurred after Lao Si joined the team. Previously, whoever killed the zombies received the merit, with at most a share given to Qian'er.
But now it's different. Because Lao Si is the team's medic and doesn't have much combat power, the merit distribution mechanism was changed to an equal split after Lao Si joined.
"Alright, let's all go down. Human Emperor Flag, compensate Lao Si with your share this time."
Rubbing his forehead, Qian'er felt that there were really too many children in the family, and they were really difficult to manage. He never needed to be so frugal before.
The Human Emperor Flag naturally had no objection to this. On the contrary, it was very much in favor of it, and very generously flew to the top of Qian'er's head and patted the Dreamweaver Grass.
"Mi? (Eh? Really giving it to me?)"
Hearing Qian'er's words, the Dreamweaver Grass pointed at itself in shock, making an unbelievable sound.
"Of course it's for you, go quickly."
Saying that, he plucked the Dreamweaver Grass from the top of his head and threw it to the ground.
Such a small height would naturally not hurt the Dreamweaver Grass, but as it fell to the ground with a 'splat', its mind was still dizzy. Looking around, the corpses of these zombies were endless, and the dead souls were even more so, densely packed all over the mountains and plains.
And now, these were all its!
Although the Dreamweaver Grass couldn't believe it, its actions were not slow at all. It immediately unfolded the Dream Realm. The eyes of the zombie souls enveloped by the Dream Realm instantly became blurred, and their originally dull expressions began to become vivid. A smile appeared on their faces at some point.
In the Dream Realm, the Dreamweaver Grass gave them a beautiful dream.
And the Dream Realm itself was like the light of a deep-sea anglerfish, extremely conspicuous in the eyes of the zombie souls, who only had instinct. They roared and pounced towards this side, eager to pour into the Dream Realm.
"This... is this the memetic contamination that the official side created?"
Qian'er in the sky noticed this and raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth in some amazement.
"So that's how I got in when I was sleeping."
It was the first time he had felt the horror of memetic contamination so directly.
Soon, the zombie souls, bones, and flesh were all divided up by the Dreamweaver Grass, Frost Lord, and Bloodforged Saint, and everything that happened here was watched by a person on the roof of a building in the distance.
Putting down the telescope, the middle-aged man with a weathered face turned pale. The scene from just now flashed through his mind from time to time, and the nasolabial folds at the corners of his eyes seemed to be even deeper.
"This... five years into the apocalypse, have these monsters finally appeared?"
He put down the telescope in his hand, and the whole person leaned against the wall as if he had lost his strength, with a look of fear on his face.
Evolution has always been the main theme in apocalyptic novels, and these people naturally couldn't not know about it. However, although zombies would evolve in the past, the conditions for evolution were harsh, and only a few could evolve. As long as they didn't go to the territories of those evolved zombie kings, then the problem wouldn't be too big.
But after stabilizing and eating their fill, there would be countless worries. In this situation, some people would worry unnecessarily, fantasizing about whether other creatures would suddenly evolve. This idea actually has a considerable following among the surviving humans.
And now, this absurd and terrifying fantasy has finally come true.
The terrifying scene from before flashed through his mind, and the middle-aged man didn't even dare to think about how many zombies there were.
Were there thousands? Or tens of thousands? Or even tens of thousands.
And so many zombie hordes couldn't withstand a single blow from that monster.
"Damn it, I have to pass this news back. Losi City can't stay, migration, we must migrate!"
Gritting his teeth and struggling to stand up from the ground, the middle-aged man fled in a panic.
But he didn't notice that after he left, Qian'er and his pets were all looking at the location he had just observed.
"Well, that kid is pretty good at reading the room."
Qian'er nodded in satisfaction. After the blessing of three quasi-King level pets, two of whom were even quasi-Gods, Qian'er's physical fitness had been improved to a terrifying level. It was natural for him to discover that middle-aged man.
And the previous actions can't be said to be a temporary performance, after all, he was originally prepared to do that. It can only be said that he went with the flow and let that person pass on the news that he had arrived in this city.
After all, Qian'er's purpose was to make the survivors believe in him and his pets. If those survivors didn't even know who he was, wouldn't that be nonsense?
Just talking without doing is a fake show, just doing without talking is a stupid show.
"Well, he's gone. What about us now?"
The Bloodforged Saint, carrying a sack on his shoulder full of brain stones, asked.
"Now, first divide a quarter of these brain stones to Lao Si, and the rest of yours will be temporarily kept to cultivate evolved zombie kings."
Ordinary zombie brain stones are completely useless to quasi-King level pets, so they have to be used to cultivate some evolved zombie kings.
