Chapter Sixty-Two: The Special Zombie, the Blade-Wielding Bodyguard

Outside the Snowy Mountain instance, within the scenic area.

Here, the place was already packed with survivors, densely congregated—there were at least ten thousand people. Among the crowd were silver-ranked warriors, and even a few gold-ranked experts. However, those with gold strength were rare, just two or three in the entire gathering.

Around each gold-ranked expert, hundreds or even thousands of people clustered. These were often the rulers of safe zones or the overlords of major cities.

“So many people! But the ones who will truly get rewards are probably just the gold ranks. Even the silvers are merely picking up scraps at the edges; as for us bronzes, we might as well not think about it. Some people only came here to seek protection for their families, not for any reward.”

“That’s right, do you see? All those gold-ranked experts are waiting, waiting for Liu Wenhao and his group to clear the instance so they can swoop in and snatch the Princess’s reward!”

“But isn’t it strange? Normally, the three great families would have returned by now. Even if they cleared a floor, they should be back resting. Could they all have been wiped out?”

“That’s where you’re mistaken. I heard that two gold-ranked experts have joined Liu Wenhao! The Liu family now has three golds. Otherwise, do you really think these other golds would stay so calm, waiting until the instance is cleared? No, they’re just looking to wear them down.”

“But those two really are strong. They’ve killed quite a few survivors on their way, and can even instantly kill silver zombies. I fear that after the instance is cleared, there’ll be a golden battle for sure!”

While the crowd discussed, Li Changhe, dressed in white, stood among the throng, his expression cold and detached.

“Interesting, Gu Lang. You certainly have many secrets, but now that I’m here, what’s yours is mine!”

A short while later, atop the snow-covered summit of the fourth floor.

A camp had been set up here, bonfires burning brightly.

“Sir Gu Lang! This scenic area is enormous; the snow mountain is no different from the real mountain. After the apocalypse, the Zombie Princess transformed it further. It might now be the highest peak in the world. We’ll have to rest many times along the way, so let’s eat first.”

Liu Wenhao respectfully presented Gu Lang with a plate of boiled potatoes and beef.

Ever since Gu Lang had demonstrated his strength, the others’ attitudes toward him had changed—they had become even more respectful.

After all, gold was gold, but one who could kill other golds was something else entirely.

Gu Lang accepted it calmly and took a sip.

“There are so few zombies on this fourth floor? We’ve walked almost halfway, and haven’t seen a single one.”

Su Xing’er sidled up to Gu Lang, her voice soft and sweet, offering an explanation.

“Perhaps the difficulty has increased. The regular zombie mobs have been upgraded from bronze to silver. But to be honest, there aren’t many silver zombies in the entire apocalypse. So there might only be a few dozen zombies on this floor.”

A few dozen?

If he managed to capture them all, wouldn’t his zombie army be ten times stronger?

Gu Lang’s heart stirred, though his face remained impassive.

In his mind, he began to communicate with a certain skill.

This was the reward for killing the golden Snow Mountain zombie.

[Blizzard: Can alter the environment to produce wind and snow, covering a radius of 1,000 meters, with temperatures dropping to minus 20 degrees Celsius. Can hinder enemies, and with sustained use, can freeze people to death. Each second consumes a small amount of stamina, with no cooldown.]

This skill seemed somewhat underwhelming, but perhaps it would prove useful.

For example, he could obscure vision, making it easier to capture zombies unnoticed.

At that moment, a series of furious roars erupted, followed by screams.

Seven or eight members of the Liu family had been slaughtered.

A survivor cried out in pain, reporting, “Sir, this is bad! Several silver zombies charged all at once—many clansmen have been killed!”

“What!” Liu Wenhao leapt to his feet, water spheres forming around him.

Su Xing’er shuddered, arcs of golden lightning crackling around her body.

Without a word, Gu Lang sprang into action, unleashing a flurry of blade and sword shadows.

His figure became a mere streak, dashing forward.

Not far away, dozens of silver zombies were unleashing various abilities, surging toward the camp in a mighty wave.

“Good! I was just worried it’d be hard to catch them. Now that they’re all attacking at once, I can seize a few in the chaos—no one will notice!”

Gu Lang was elated, quietly activating the Blizzard skill.

It was already a snowy mountain; snow suddenly swirling to obscure vision was only natural.

At the same time, Gu Lang struck out with a punch, piercing a silver zombie’s body and smashing it into the ground, where the blizzard quickly concealed it.

Emperor’s Aspect!

The skill activated, the silver zombie was immediately brought under Gu Lang’s control.

He then directed his puppet away from the battlefield.

Yu Qiuchi followed suit, smashing zombies into the ground to let Gu Lang capture them.

In just a single exchange, Gu Lang had seized three silver zombies!

“Sir Gu Lang, let me help you!” Liu Wenhao hurried to his side, his flattery obvious.

Water spheres spun from his hands, shooting out like cannonballs, blasting numerous zombies into pulp.

Gu Lang frowned but held his tongue, just nodding coolly.

Now that Liu Wenhao was so close, it was much harder for Gu Lang to quietly capture any more silver zombies.

He tried several times but couldn’t shake Liu Wenhao.

“Forget it. Using Emperor’s Aspect and Blizzard continuously is too consuming for clearing this instance. Against the Zombie Princess, silver zombies won’t be of much use anyway—I might as well kill them all.”

With that thought, Gu Lang instantly fired over a hundred ice spikes.

A barrage tore through the silver zombies, riddling them like sieves.

Countless green orbs of light floated up, which Gu Lang swiftly collected.

Soon, every silver zombie had been wiped out.

Gu Lang stood in place, quietly counting his attribute points.

One hundred and fifty!

They had only been climbing for a day. Out in the wild, this would take at least half a month.

“But after reaching gold, the attribute requirements increase sharply. It might take thousands of points to break through to platinum. And upgrading my wives also costs attribute points.”

Gu Lang shook his head—being the master of a harem was not easy.

“Who dares offend the Princess!”

Suddenly, a furious roar rang out in the distance, drawing everyone’s attention.

But Liu Wenhao quickly snorted with disdain.

“And here I thought it was something serious—it’s just a silver zombie.”

Not far away, atop a small snow mound, stood a masked man dressed in ancient armor, wielding a short blade.

It was only a silver zombie.

As Liu Wenhao spoke, he charged forward, torrents of water swirling to form a huge bubble, which he hurled at the zombie with a howl.

If it landed, even steel would be dented.

But in the next instant, everyone’s eyes widened in shock!

The silver zombie’s figure blurred, blade flashing as it cleaved the water in two.

So fast—even Liu Wenhao couldn’t see it clearly.

“This… How is this possible? Such terrifying speed—can this really be silver?”

Liu Wenhao took a deep breath, feeling as if his gold rank was a joke.

Su Xing’er frowned, suddenly recalling something.

“Wait! I’ve heard that some special zombies have extremely high attribute points but, for certain reasons, are stuck just short of advancing. These types are generally very powerful, able to fight above their rank, though it’s hard for them to break through. But if they ever do, they become monstrously strong—these are rare, special zombies!”