Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 1639 - 1639 Quicksand

1639 Quicksand

Fang Heng’s pupils constricted.

It was a quicksand environment!

The fusion Tyrant form was huge and heavy. Once it fell into the quicksand, it would be difficult to break free, and once it was completely devoured by the quicksand…

It was still fine if it died because it could automatically revive after a period of time.

What if it was buried deep in the quicksand and couldn’t die because of the effect of the undying body?

Wouldn’t that be a huge scam?

Fang Heng was shocked and quickly stopped courting death. He controlled the fusion Tyrant form to return the way it came.

It seemed like the passage ahead was for the other party to continue.

Fortunately, the zombies weren’t too deep in the quicksand area and could escape in time.

Fang Heng raised his head and continued to look at the group of mutated desert flying snakes.

Killing mutated desert flying snakes did not drop the crystals needed to level up, but it was not completely useless.

At least the desert flying snake left a corpse behind.

The corpse meant that he could collect materials and blood!

Fang Heng had already sensed that the strength of the blood of the desert flying snake was not high. It was about the same as a Tier 1 barbarian.

The advantage lies in quantity.

In front of them was a boundless sandstorm filled with countless mutated forms.

Considering that he might be able to find a way to quickly farm the group, he could first build a few vampire altars here.

As he thought about it, Fang Heng controlled a portion of the Lickers to retreat from the sandstorm area.

The Lickers returned to the forest and turned back into normal zombies.

Then, they began to collect trees and stones on the spot.

[Hint: Your zombie clone (fusion Tyrant form) has dealt -221 damage to the mutated desert flying snake (mutated creature) and sent it flying…]

[Hint: The player’s zombie clone (normal form) has used the ‘create’ skill to create a wooden strip*1…]

…

More than an hour later, the two fusion Tyrant forms dragged a wooden trailer back.

Due to the lack of nails, the trailer could only be fixed by the vine zombie using its binding skill.

After unloading the construction resources, the zombie clones began to build the vampire altar.

Fang Heng, on the other hand, poured the blood that had been refined into the blood pool of the vampire altar.

“According to this scale, we need to build at least twenty altars…”

Fang Heng muttered to himself.

A loading bar appeared on the zombie clones.

[Hint: Your zombie clone (normal form) is building the vampire altar. Consumed wooden frames*12. Construction completion increased by 0.02%…]

Fang Heng slowly shifted his gaze to the deeper parts of the desert.

While the zombie clones were collecting, he tried to explore the deeper parts of the sand area from a few different angles.

Based on the feedback from the Lickers, the entire area ahead was filled with sand and dust. As they went deeper, they all encountered quicksand.

Fang Heng had a strange feeling.

These mutated desert flying snakes seemed to be entrenched in the sandstorm area, attacking all intruders that entered the sandstorm environment.

It looked like it was protecting something.

It would take some time before the vampire altar was completed.

After the death of a living being, if the blood was not properly preserved or condensed, the power in the blood would quickly disappear.

That was all for today. He would let the zombie clones build the altar here for a while.

Fang Heng wanted to return to the federal camp first to see if he could obtain some information from the Federation.

After all, the biggest goal of this trip was to level up.

He had to find a way to figure out why monsters didn’t drop crystals.

With that thought, Fang Heng transformed into his bat form again and flew toward the federal camp.

Fang Heng flew in the direction indicated on the map. Soon, he found the federal camp in the distance.

Fang Heng landed a little further away and returned to his human form, walking toward the federal camp.

The federal camp was heavily guarded.

In the outer area, there were many watchtowers.

Fang Heng was wearing a necromancer’s uniform, and his face was covered by a thick hood.

He looked up at the top of the tower. Elite guards in Federation uniforms were on high alert with heavy light beam sniper rifles.

It was actually a high-level energy beam weapon.

Fang Heng’s heart skipped a beat.

At first, he thought that he would be interrogated when he entered the Federation’s territory.

However, that did not happen to him.

The few guards at the entrance did not pay much attention to Fang Heng, nor did anyone check his identity. They just glanced at him casually and let him through.

The strict security of the camp was not aimed at the players, but at the mutated creatures that existed in the world.

Ever since they entered the unknown high-level world, the Federation’s temporary camp had been invaded by countless mutated creatures.

They were already in a terrible state just dealing with the mutated creatures.

As for the investigation, the Western District Federation had placed all their attention outside the teleportation passage.

All personnel who enter the world through the passage must undergo a ‘strict’ inspection in advance.

After being teleported into the world, the review would no longer exist.

There must be a loophole.

Coincidentally, the 12 corporations needed to do something to block the loophole.

Fang Heng stepped into the Federation’s temporary camp.

It was indeed very temporary.

At a rough glance, there were only two high-rise buildings being built in the entire camp. The rest were temporary tents.

Fang Heng had heard that the Federation hoped that the players could stay and help the camp resist the invasion of mutated monsters at night, so they provided tents for the players for free.

At the same time, the Federation was also recruiting professional players related to high-level engineering and architecture. Of course, the ones who were recruited the most were still powerful fighters.

There were many players coming and going in the camp.

Fang Heng followed the crowd and soon entered a large half-built factory on the west side of the camp.

The electronic screen in the center of the factory displayed the latest commission issued by the Federation.

The Federation provided commissions to the major player companies and guilds. Completing the commissions could be exchanged for various points and tools.

Fang Heng raised his head and carefully read the mission commission on the electronic screen, thinking to himself.

Other than some construction commissions, the commissions issued by the Federation were mainly divided into three types: reconnaissance, guarding the base, and escorting the construction team.

The troublesome thing was that most of the commissions required a team to receive them.

The Federation would consider the strength of the player team and decide whether to hand over the commission.

Eh?

Suddenly, Fang Heng shifted his gaze to the exchange reward column on the screen.

Mutant crystallization assembly device?

What was this thing?

The required points were also very high.

From the name, it seemed to be related to the crystals required for leveling up.

Just as Fang Heng was feeling puzzled, he heard a voice in his ear.

“Fang Heng, I was just about to look for you. What a coincidence to meet you here.”

He turned his head and saw a young man walking over.

Héctor asked with a smile, “How is it? Did you run into any trouble?”