The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 370: 307, It Has Side Effects (Seeking Monthly Passes, Recommend Votes...).

Chapter 370: Chapter 307, It Has Side Effects (Seeking Monthly Passes, Recommend Votes…).

Seeing the contents of the box,

Wu Heng’s brow raised.

Rocket Launchers.

In movies and TV shows, these weapons were hardly scarce.

Typically shouldered, firing outward, a single rocket could leave nothing but ash in its wake.

“Open this one too,” Wu Heng continued.

The Skeleton opened another box, which contained an identical launcher and rockets.

Looking at the items on the ground, Wu Heng frowned slightly.

These people had not only bought a large amount of ammunition but had also acquired rocket launchers.

It seemed they had some plan.

Luckily, Wu Heng had not come face-to-face directly but had entered the building from the rooftop, catching them off guard.

Otherwise, if a conflict had broken out and they had used these two rocket launchers,

it would have been no joke.

Even though his attributes had far surpassed those of an ordinary person,

he had not reached the point where he could withstand a rocket with his body.

He himself had also relied on modern weaponry to kill many level 15 professionals.

Shifting his gaze away,

Wu Heng stored all the ammunition into the Space Ring.

This haul of ammunition was a decent find.

…

After making a round of the entire base,

he arranged for Skeletons to guard some key positions.

As for this location, Wu Heng was quite satisfied; it used to be an old factory zone.

It had workshops, dormitory buildings, yards, and well-paved roads.

It completely met the requirements for a settlement.

The people who had died must have also seen this, which was why they chose it.

After taking a look around,

Zhao Yanqiu came back and reported, “No one left; they’ve all chosen to stay.”

Perhaps they had no better option.

Wu Heng nodded and did not say much, instead changing the subject, “Have the people here killed zombies before?”

“They have, and they’ve also killed quite a few people,” replied Zhao Yanqiu.

“Where are the bodies?”

“I’m not sure; I just know they were taken to the back.”

“Let’s go take a look!”

Wu Heng led a few Skeletons and Zhao Yanqiu towards the back of the factory.

The entire rear area was a wasteland, with weeds half a person’s height, and the outline of rockeries and pavilions could be faintly seen amidst them.

They followed the only path inward.

After walking a distance, they saw a huge pit.

It was filled with corpses – zombies, human bodies, and even several naked female corpses.

Wu Heng glanced over then said to Zhao Yanqiu, “Go wait outside for me.”

“Okay!”

Zhao Yanqiu withdrew.

Wu Heng stood on the edge of the deep pit, took out the Spine Staff, and began casting [Corpse Battlefield].

A grey-white ring of light rippled out, and Skeletons began to rise from the pit, crawling their way out.

In total, more than three hundred Skeletons emerged,

Filling the open space around them.

With not many forces at hand, he needed to gather some from anywhere he could find

In this world, corpses were omnipresent.

Leading the Skeletons back out, he again startled Zhao Yanqiu. Realizing there was no danger to herself, she calmly followed him.

Together, they returned inside the building.

…

As the sky gradually darkened,

The survivors were rearranged into new living spaces.

Wu Heng chose a room on the top floor and organized the Skeletons to guard it.

Zhao Yanqiu’s room was next to his, her responsibilities not only included overseeing the other survivors but also listening to radio broadcasts for information and news,

In case anything happened at the auto repair shop.

Once everything was settled,

Wu Heng then opened the boundary door and returned to his residence on Gold and Silver Island.

…

By the time he got back, it was already quite late.

Descending to the hall, Wu Heng instructed Chef Number One to prepare a late-night snack for himself.

Filling his somewhat empty stomach.

After eating his fill, just as he started up the stairs,

A door on the third floor gently opened, and Andre Willow walked out, her hand behind her back gripping a handgun.

Rangers were always vigilant.

“Hungry, I came down for a late-night snack,” Wu Heng said.

Andre Willow put away the gun, “Have you eaten yet? I can prepare something for you!”

“I’ve eaten already.”

Wu Heng motioned with his hand and she obediently came closer, “Go to my room, I need to wash up.”

Andre Willow’s cheeks flushed slightly, she carefully glanced at Mini’s bedroom, then hurriedly went upstairs to the fourth floor.

After a quick wash-up,

He returned to his room.

Andre Willow had her head tucked under the covers, leaving only her eyes visible, cautiously watching the outside.

Wu Heng liked this expression of hers.

With bashfulness and eagerness intertwined.

Wu Heng tossed aside the blanket and pressed her beneath him, “Hold on to me!”

Andre Willow shyly entwined her limbs around him, moving in harmony with his actions.

Only after they were both drenched in sweat,

did they embrace each other and fell into a deep sleep.

…

The next day.

After breakfast, Wu Heng and Andre Willow headed to the association together.

After reviewing some documents that had been delivered the day before,

they had the Pirate Daughter ‘Philippa’ brought up from the prison.

Philippa stood in the center of the room.

Her appearance was still scruffy, and her face and eyes still bore some injuries.

“Did you get into a fight in jail?”

Philippa glanced up at him, wiped her somewhat dirty face, and said, “That’s how pirates resolve issues. You wouldn’t know since you’ve never been one.”

“Did you win or lose?”

“A draw.”

It seemed she didn’t gain any advantage.

Wu Heng said to Andre Willow, “Prepare some food for her, with plenty of meat.”

“Okay!” Andre Willow left.

Hearing about food, Philippa involuntarily swallowed her saliva.

Noticing Wu Heng looking at her, she quickly stopped the swallowing motion and turned her head away.

Wu Heng asked, “Are those people willing to leave with you?”

“I’ve persuaded a few.”

“You need to speed up the process. The ship is ready for you. I plan to let you leave in three days,” Wu Heng said.

Otherwise, in three days, I will let you leave. Any who are willing to follow you and can be trusted, take them with you. Those you are unsure of, I will help you take care of.”

“Fine! I have no problem with that,” Philippa nodded.

“At that time, you will give me a list. Those unwilling to follow you will be dealt with en route,” Wu Heng stated firmly.

“What if I’m not sure?”

“Kill them too!”

“Alright, you’re ruthless!”

Just then, the door opened.

Andre Willow entered with food in hand.

Philippa sat down on the sofa without any regard for her image and started shoving food into her mouth.

After gulping down the food voraciously,

Wu Heng continued to inquire, “What’s your profession? What level are you?”

“Ranger, level 8.”

Wu Heng looked at her anew. At her age, reaching level 8 was quite talented.

In the association, that qualified her for the position of a small team leader.

It was the profession of a small team leader.

Philippa patted her belly and countered, “Have you arranged the message delivery? Don’t blame me if the message doesn’t get out.”

“I’ll have it arranged on the ship for you.”

“Is it a special item? It’s best to let me see it beforehand, in case it doesn’t work when the time comes,” Philippa leaned back on the sofa.

“I’ll arrange it in the next couple of days. You just focus on your tasks,” he replied.

“Okay!”

“You have two more days. Make them count.”

“Got it.”

Philippa was taken down.

Wu Heng also packed up his things and returned to his own residence.

…

Back home.

Shanaela sat in the living room, fiddling with several fancy-looking pajamas along with Mini.

Upon seeing Wu Heng come in,

Shanaela immediately hugged one of the garments in her arms, her cheeks turning a bit red, “Why are you back so soon?”

“Er, should I not come back?” Wu Heng asked, puzzled, as he scanned the two, “What mischief are you up to?”

“None!” Shanaela denied.

Mini giggled and picked up a light yellow pajama, “Look at Sister Shanaela’s pajamas, they’re see-through!”

In a panic, Shanaela dropped what she was holding and instantly tried to snatch the pajama from Mini’s hands.

Wu Heng picked up the fallen garment and looked at it.

It was made of chiffon, feeling extremely soft and smooth.

“Give it here. You shouldn’t be touching a woman’s things,” Shanaela demanded, reaching out to get it from him.

Wu Heng handed it over with a smile, “It suits you well.”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Shanaela blushed.

“Hehe! I always said ‘Shanaela’ likes master, look!” Mini laughed heartily.

Shanaela’s cheeks turned even redder as she stood up to cover Mini’s mouth.

Wu Heng, on the other hand, picked up another garment to look at.

A silk nightgown, and rather daring in style.

After some playful teasing and laughing,

Mini headed to the kitchen to have ‘Chef Number One’ prepare lunch.

Lost in thought, Shanaela said to Wu Heng, “Wu Heng, come out with me for a second.”

The two went to the pavilion in the backyard.

Standing at the edge of the pavilion, looking at the sprouting flowerbed, Shanaela spoke softly, “You probably noticed, I’ve been paying special attention to you.”

Wu Heng replied, “Yeah, what about it?”

Biting her lip, Shanaela confessed, “Let me put it this way. The special item I used last time to seal myself in amber came with a side effect. It causes one to develop an affection towards the first person they see upon awakening.”