The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Chapter 335, Modernized Underworld Troop Types (One chapter update today, couldn’t write it out.)_2

The battle’s pace and speed had significantly accelerated.

Based on the current pace,

it would take about three to four days to clear and open up the entire road.

By then, the two bases would be fully connected, negating the need for the long detour.

The transportation of resources would also become more convenient.

Similarly, as the zombies were cleared, the number of skeletons increased, boosting my experience points continuously.

I opened the panel to take a look.

[Level: 13 (127451/140000)]

I’m still more than 10,000 experience points away from level 14.

With the current number of zombies, clearing a wave would allow me to level up directly.

If there had been enough time today, I would have wanted to clear another wave, reach level 14, and then return.

The convoy returned to the old factory area; the iron gate opened and the vehicles drove into the yard.

A crowd of survivors rushed forward, moving items and checking the vehicles.

Wu Heng and Qi Hancai got off the truck, and just as they stepped into the dorm building, Zhao Yanqiu approached them and said, “Someone in the base knows how to use that 3D device.”

The last time at the military market, we exchanged for a 3D printer.

We had asked around in the base to see if anyone knew how to use it; if not, someone well-versed in computers would have to learn.

It seemed that there really was someone with that skill set.

“Where is the person?”

“Over here, I’ll take you there.”

Wu Heng and Qi Hancai followed her there.

They reached the door of a dormitory, knocked twice, and then walked straight in.

In the room, a young man in his twenties wearing glasses sat; on his desk were a computer and a 3D printer that had been assembled.

Upon seeing the three people enter, the young man immediately stood up, “King, Sister Qi, Sister Zhao!”

Zhao Yanqiu asked, “Have you set up the device?”

“Yes, both the device and the computer are working fine,” said the young man as he opened a software on the computer, explaining, “You can design the shape and size of the object you want to create here. Then you import it into the software of the 3D printer, and it will start crafting.”

Seeing how adept he was at operating it, Wu Heng asked, “What’s your name?”

“Zhang Chi!”

“You can operate both the computer and the 3D equipment?”

“Yes! I had one myself before, although it wasn’t as expensive as this one,” Zhang Chi replied.

Wu Heng nodded and after thinking for a moment, he continued, “Zhang Chi, you’ve seen those Skeleton Flying Dragons outside, right?”

“Ah, yes, I’ve seen them.”

“The ammunition cartridge in the Skeleton Flying Dragon’s chest is made of wood. I need you to make a new cartridge to ensure that during the flight, the cartridge and bullets don’t shake around, and also to maximize the ammunition capacity. Can you do it?” Wu Heng immediately put forth his request.

Sweat beads formed on Zhang Chi’s forehead as he said, “I will need to measure the dimensions of the Flying Dragon’s chest cavity and the size of the ammunition.”

“Qi Hancai will arrange that for you when the time comes,” Wu Heng continued.

Zhang Chi nodded, “Then I have no problem, I guarantee I’ll complete the task.”

“Good, don’t worry about the work outside, just focus on this first.”

“Yes!” At this, Zhang Chi’s cheeks turned slightly red with an inexplicable excitement.

Wu Heng nodded, and left the room with Qi Hancai.

Qi Hancai went on, “The market will be open to the public tomorrow.”

“Hmm, I’ll be there too, no worries, just prepare as usual,” Wu Heng replied.

“Okay!”

…

The next day.

On the road, an off-road vehicle covered in dried blood was speeding along; inside sat a man and a woman, with the rear seat filled with various goods clanging continuously as the vehicle jostled.

The journey had left them somewhat exhausted.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and their complexions were sallow.

“Bro, do you think it’s true what the radio said about exchanging Corpse Cores for food? It’s not a group of swindlers tricking us to go there and eat human meat or something, is it?” The young woman in the passenger seat asked.

Having heard that the old factory refuge was opening a market, they had taken a long detour to arrive a day early.

But on second thought,

it was one thing to exchange food for Corpse Cores, but exchanging unlimited amounts of Gold for food sounded suspicious.

The more they thought about it, the more it seemed like a scam.

Yet they truly needed food.

The man driving licked his dry lips and said, “You stay in the car when we get there. I’ll go inside to check things out. If anything seems wrong, you drive away immediately.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve consumed a Corpse Core before. At most, they’ll just try to recruit me. You’re different–delicate and tender, you look delectable.”

“Crap, you’re scaring me,” the woman shivered involuntarily.

“All right, hold on tight. We’re about to pass through a residential area, and there should be a lot of zombies.”

The woman gripped the handle beside her tightly.

The off-road vehicle charged down the sloping embankment, followed by severe jostling.

…

The pair came from a refuge on the outskirts of the city.

The sanctuary harbored not many survivors, just over thirty people in total.

In recent days, the radio broadcast said that the old factory refuge was trading food for Gold, Corpse Cores, and various scarce resources.

It wasn’t just them; every refuge receiving the broadcast was thrown into chaos.

Trading food for Gold was something they couldn’t wrap their heads around.

Gold, at this time, was less useful than an axe.

And someone was actually trading food for Gold.

After a brief discussion in their refuge, the siblings decided to come and see for themselves.

After all, winter was fast approaching.

If they could really exchange for food, arriving early meant they wouldn’t risk it running out. If it turned out to be a scam, they would just drive away.

It would be nothing more than a wasted trip.

Moreover, they couldn’t think of any reason why someone would dare to deceive so many bases.