Chapter 1057

Over the frozen tundra wasteland, a roughly shaped transport aircraft slowly passed through thick clouds, hovering at high altitude.

Outside the cabin, chunks of ice crystals formed a shell wrapping the fuselage. Large snowflakes fell near the engines, instantly melting into water then refreezing.

"Whoosh-"

"Captain Lin, it's a bit cold here.."

Exhaling a large mouthful of hot breath, Zhang Tie leaned beside Lin An, together observing the situation below.

The temperature gauge inside the cabin had already approached minus sixty degrees.

If it weren't for the "Blood Corpse Transport" being sufficiently rugged, it would likely have broken down already in this extreme cold.

Without speaking, Lin An held Mo Ling, who was curled up asleep in his arms, his eyes constantly scanning downward to judge the exact number of the corpse tide.

"Four million three hundred ninety thousand.."

"Five million two hundred thousand.."

As he continued observing, a few seconds later Lin An quickly arrived at the exact figure.

Across the entire wasteland, there were nearly six million-level Red Tower zombies.

From high above, the red zombies on the ground looked like a wave rolling across the white plain, devouring everything in their path.

Lin An's heart sank slightly.

Although the Red Tower zombies posed little threat to him, such a huge number was obviously problematic.

You should know, the region they were in was still the edge of the Red Tower, formerly the site of a medium-sized settlement.

According to information provided by Tel, the zombie density in the Red Tower core is an order of magnitude higher than here, meaning the total corpse tide could reach fifty to sixty million.

This is unreasonable.

Zombie transformation requires humans; the original survivors in this area certainly weren't that numerous.

Then the answer is likely only one: the Red Tower zombies are indeed continuously generated out of thin air.

The numbers on paper are far less intuitive than seeing them in reality. Although Lin An has witnessed terrifying corpse tides numbering in the hundreds of millions, facing this ever‑increasing disaster makes him take it more seriously. However, only six days have passed, making twenty‑one days since the disaster began.

The corpse tide being able to grow to this extent is far more terrifying than a mere billion‑level zombie horde.

The former still offers hope of gradual elimination, but if the latter is not stopped, the corpse tide's number could balloon to an unimaginable astronomical figure.

If before coming Lin An still held the idea of solving it if he could, otherwise fleeing, now in his heart there is only a slight heaviness.

Although the Siberian theater is separated from the Huaxia theater by Outer Mongolia, their territories actually share a land border.

If it truly isn't resolved, then after a few months, or even a year...

By then, Lin An suspects the entire Siberian region might be completely overrun by Red Tower zombies, to the point that who knows how many will spread into the Huaxia theater?

Just like a plague spreading, just thinking about it makes the scalp tingle.

His eyes showed doubt.

After Lin An turned off the True Eye, he slightly furrowed his brows.

The Red Tower calamity...

Strange, why in my past life did I hear nothing about this at all? Moreover, in my memory the Siberian theater had been developing quite well.

Fourth Stage numbers are not much lower than those in Huaxia; third‑stage numbers even exceed those of the capital theater that launched the escape plan.

Again... could it be the butterfly effect?

After a moment, suppressing the doubt in his heart, Lin An gently set Mo Ling down and turned his head to look at Zhang Tie:

"I'll go down first to test it."

"You keep watch, see if the Siberian theater has sent anyone after us."

Xiong Hanzi, crouched at the hanging window, heard the voice, blinked, then grinned and nodded:

"Don't worry, Captain Lin, even if a single ant flew over, I'd spot it."

"Mm."

He gave a slight nod.

Lin An walked straight to the tail of the cabin, without hesitation flung open the door, and jumped out into the howling cold wind.

In an instant, his whole body plummeted like a meteorite, descending rapidly.

On the ground, the densely packed Red Tower zombies constantly moved forward; occasionally a zombie lagged behind, only to be shoved underfoot by the massive corpse horde behind, and within moments crushed into pulp by a bursting sound.

Unlike the dull, rotting skin of ordinary zombies, these Red Tower zombies are entirely reddish, bulging, their muscle tissue exposed like a skinned frog without any outer covering. Their physiques are sturdy, giving off an intense sense of oppression.

"Whoosh--!!"

The sound came.

Amid the howling wind, many Red Tower zombies instinctively lifted their heads to seek the source of the sound.

Tens of thousands of zombies suddenly halted, silently raising their heads to look at the sky.

One second later, in their scarlet eyes, a black light leaving an afterimage suddenly expanded.

Impact!

"Boom!!!"

Relying purely on the kinetic energy from his body's high‑speed impact, Lin An, descending from the sky like a cannonball, suddenly smashed into the corpse tide.

Accompanied by the tremendous impact sound, a ring‑shaped shockwave instantly formed, sending the surrounding zombies flying high.

Limbs flew sideways; at the very center of the impact, it turned into a mound of minced flesh.

Rising from the deep crater of the impact, Lin An drew Cain's Blade with a backhand and quickly scanned his surroundings.

Thanks to the damage from the impact, the zombies within twenty meters around him had been cleared out, but amid the vast corpse horde they quickly filled back in.

Seeing the corpse army he had instantaneously "awakened," Lin An without hesitation swung his blade in a circular slash.

"Sizzle!!"

Cutting inch by inch, with tremendous force behind it, the Red Tower zombies rushing in from all sides were instantly severed at the waist, forming a huge circular zone centered on Lin An.

Evaluating the Red Tower Zombie's defense, Lin An drew a conclusion in seconds.

Its flesh is tough, its defense comparable to a human soldier wearing bulletproof armor.

It is fast, about 30% faster than ordinary zombies.

The slaughter began.

Without using any spiritual energy, Lin An was like an efficient fighting weapon, rushing swiftly through the corpse tide. Accompanied by streaks of grim sword light, tens of thousands of Red Tower Zombies, like withered wood, were cut down in swaths.

From high above, it looked like huge sword blossoms blooming in a red sea.

In just a few seconds, blank spaces appeared in the corpse tide. Piled-up corpses kept rising, quickly forming a four- to five-meter-high mound of fragments around Lin An.

Yet, amid the efficient, easy slaughter, a hint of solemnity flashed in Lin An's expression.

No.

From the moment he struck until now, no fewer than three to four thousand Red Tower Zombies have died at his hands; a casual strike can batch-kill them instantly.

Yet, after the Red Tower Zombies died, he absorbed hardly any power.

He glanced at the Seed of Death he had extracted; its stored life force had increased only slightly.

The dissipating energy released by a single Red Tower Zombie upon death is only one percent of that of an ordinary zombie?

Such a tiny overflow can almost be ignored.

"Bang!"

Realizing something was wrong, Lin An charged straight into the corpse tide, grabbed a Red Tower Zombie and tore off its head.

"Bang"

With a light squeeze, he burst the still-open skull. Lin An attempted to absorb the energy dissipating at the moment of death at close range.

However, just like before, in his perception only an extremely weak trickle of energy seeped out.

His heart sank; Lin An swung his sword, cutting through dozens of nearby zombies, then, seeing the corpse horde surge like waves, he simply stomped down.

"Collapsing Stomp!"

"Boom!!"

Terrifying power erupted instantly; the ground shattered at once, a ring of blood-red light spreading at super speed, directly dissolving the zombies within a hundred meters. Under the effect of life severance, the torn flesh fell like dried meat chunks.

After clearing the field with one strike, Lin An casually tore off a few heads and without hesitation shot up into the sky.