The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 748

Chapter 748: Chapter 605, The Coachman (5000 words, one chapter today.)_2 Chapter 748: Chapter 605, The Coachman (5000 words, one chapter today.)_2 “Hmm, understood,” Wu Heng replied, continuing, “How are those Russians adapting here?”

“It seems fine, but we can’t separate them for now. Once they are in other groups, communication is impossible without ‘Kadrof’ to assign tasks,” Qi Hancai said with a tone of helplessness.

Originally, the idea was to assign them according to their expertise.

Now, it appears that these people can’t really be separated.

At the base, only Liu Mingyu knows Russian; he can’t run back and forth to translate.

“It’s fine to arrange them together for now,” Wu Heng said.

Qi Hancai nodded and, after thinking for a moment, continued, “Bai Qing’s side is advancing towards the center of Seaside City. In the next few days, they’ll bring back some survivors and the gold they’ve scavenged.”

“Bai Qing is quite diligent,”
“It’s the Skull Team that’s diligent. They do nothing but march and attack; Bai Qing and his group barely keep up with the pace,” Qi Hancai said with a bitter smile.

It sounded like Bai Qing had probably complained to her about this.

Skulls don’t need logistics and don’t differentiate between day and night; they’re focused on attacking.

When thought about it, logistics would indeed be a bit strained.

“Just hold on a bit longer; it will be easier later,”
Once they reach Level 20, it will be easier.

Just one level to go.

“What’s there to endure or not endure? Being able to join the base is already much luckier than the others,” Qi Hancai continued, “I will urge them so you don’t need to worry.”

…Hmm…

After that, the two chatted in the conference room for a while longer.

The rain outside showed no signs of stopping.

Unable to go out to clear zombies.

After eating lunch in the cafeteria together,
Wu Heng returned to his dorm and waited until the few Ghosts also flew back.

He opened the boundary door and returned to Gold and Silver Island.

…

Wu Heng walked downstairs,
and heard the giggling of the maids, along with Philippa’s loud voice.

Philippa’s back?

Walking down the stairs and looking towards the living room,
he saw Shanaela, Philippa, and three maids.

“Oh great, Chief!”

The Red Crown parrot, noticing him first, let out a sharp cry and dipped its head in a bow.

Wu Heng stroked its feathers, “You’re getting smarter,”
Hearing the parrot’s voice, everyone in the living room turned to look.

“Master,” the maids called out obediently.

Shanaela, too, revealed a gentle smile.

The parrot then flew beside Philippa, “Silly bird, Captain.”

“You’re the silly bird. I’ll stew you,” Philippa shooed it away with a laugh, then said, “Wu Heng, did you miss us?”

“Indeed, I thought you two had run away from home, being away for so many days,” Wu Heng walked over and sat down.

Philippa immediately leaned in, hugging his arm, “So are you worried about me, or about Sister Shanela?”

As she spoke, she tightened her hold on his arm.

Shanaela also looked over with a smile, waiting to hear what he would say.

Wu Heng replied, “I was worried you’d have sold Shanaela; she is the treasure of Gold and Silver Island, after all.”

Philippa nodded vigorously in agreement, “Back then Shanaela was worth a hundred Gold Coins; it’s a guaranteed profit investment.”

“Are you crazy? You actually thought about it.” Wu Heng pulled his arm free and pinched her face.

Mumbling with puckered lips, Philippa retorted, “As if I could, don’t you know me? I’m kinder than Babuzzi.”

All the Pirates in the Emerald Sea are dead now.

So naturally, there’s no more bounty from the Pirate side.

Wu Heng continued, “Did you find anything on the way?”

“We chased off several fleets similar to Pirate Groups. Nothing else was a problem; the entire sea route is very safe,” Philippa reported.

“That’s good,” Wu Heng said, “Oh, I came down to take photos. Mini, bring the coat I prepared down here.”

Mini quickly went upstairs and brought down a coat.

Shanaela asked, “What photos are you taking?”

“The first volume of the detective novel is about to be released; we need a cover, so I’m planning to do it myself,”
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they all started bustling about.

…

Wu Heng dressed in the coat and put on the Investigator’s typical bowler hat.

Under Shanaela’s direction, he began striking several specific poses.

Shanaela, after all, understood some art.

Her skill in oil painting was quite high as well, and having her in charge saved a lot of trouble.

After several shots were taken, they began to choose.

“This one looks the best,”
“I feel this one also has a mysterious vibe,”
“Dad….”

Philippa blurted out while looking at the pictures and immediately shut up under everyone’s gaze.

Wu Heng then decided, “Let’s go with this one.”

They took the photo to the printing warehouse and uploaded it into the machine.

And began printing.

…

After having dinner,
the maids were playing kick shuttlecock in the courtyard,
while Wu Heng went upstairs and entered the study.

After greeting the three Ghosts,
he took out the remaining “Russian for Newbies: Platinum Bestselling Edition” and started tearing it up into six parts.

His body split into six clones.

Each one took a part and began to read.

Time passed by, and all six books were finished.

The six shadows merged back into one.

Once the side effects wore off, Wu Heng pulled out a box from the side.

He took out the Electromagnetic Cannon blueprints to examine them.

This time, the Russian text was no longer unfamiliar symbols but text he could understand.

As he studied the contents,
Wu Heng’s brows began to furrow.

Creating an Electromagnetic Cannon was indeed difficult to replicate.

The materials mentioned included high-performance rare earths and various precision components.

In a world of Zombies or Otherworld, these blueprints were impractical, as they couldn’t produce such a thing.

Let alone mass-produce it or use it in battle.