Chapter 1058

Lin An, Zhang Tie?

Zhang Tie, who noticed his return, curiously squatted down and poked his finger toward the zombie.

Lin Dui, how did you come back so fast?

This thing's head is pretty big...

Looking at the zombie head thrown to the ground, Zhang Tie lightly poked its skull, as if jabbing into jelly, and carefully stirred it twice.

Hearing Xiong Hanzi's question, Lin An nodded:

Tested. There's no need to stay there any longer.

As he spoke, Lin An also squatted down, thoughtfully watching the constantly shaking zombie skull.

Unlike normal zombies, these Red Tower zombies' heads are undoubtedly much fresher.

Compared to the rotting, hair-covered heads of normal zombies, the Red Tower zombies' heads resemble red eggs, with no skin covering. This is somewhat like blood zombies, except blood zombies are larger in size.

Watching Lin An observe the Red Tower zombie, Zhang Tie asked:

Captain Lin, why did you bring this thing back?

Lin's team.

Familiar with Lin An's expression, in his view, Captain Lin must have discovered some problem.

After a moment of silence, Lin An hesitated briefly, then drew a scalpel from his ring and carefully cut toward the top of the zombie's head.

Accompanied by a slight cutting sound, under precise control, half of the skull was directly removed by Lin An.

Seeing the brain tissue like strawberry jelly, Lin An thoughtfully shook it.

Lin An.

Inside the Red Tower zombie's brain, the areas with the deepest red connections were all concentrated beneath the cortex, while the other parts looked cooked, tinged with pale pink.

He smelled it; a faint rotten odor mixed with the scent of plastic oil.

As someone who had dissected many zombies, Lin An immediately noticed the abnormality.

Ordinary zombies' brains severely atrophy under viral erosion, like shriveled walnut kernels. In the worst cases, the brain shrinks by seventy or eighty percent, all compressed together. I recall one particularly striking instance in his past life when Lin An shot and killed a severely rotting zombie with a crossbow.

Two consecutive headshots with arrows failed to kill it; only after splitting its brain with an axe did he discover that the zombie's brain tissue had shrunk to the size of a baby's palm, the entire brain a hollow void.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin An spoke in a low voice:

I can't replenish energy from zombies; I suspect the Red Tower mutants are the same.

Xiong Hanzi.

Xiong Hanzi froze upon hearing this, then looked at Lin An with some surprise.

Lin An, Seed of Death.

What do we do, Captain Lin?! What's the situation—does this thing have no energy inside?

(no).

Only seeing Lin An shake his head, he hesitantly voiced his guess:

I don't know the specifics; perhaps these monsters' generation likely falls outside the system's scope.

After thinking it over, this is the only reasonable explanation Lin An could find.

The brain structure of the Red Tower zombie made him wonder if this was the effect of a viral infection.

Zombie virus.

Thus, after quickly reasoning it through, Lin An soon realized.

If it's hard for him to absorb spiritual energy from the Red Tower zombies, does that mean they have none inside, or only a trace of zombie energy?

Zhang Tie, Lin Team, Red Tower Disaster.

Like a monk two zhang tall who can't figure it out, Zhang Tie couldn't help but keep asking.

Shaking his head, Lin An simply explained:

Natural disasters and calamities come in many types.

Some are generated by the system, some perhaps are natural disasters or human-caused; but during the process, the system participates and gives an evaluation.

For example, super tsunamis, the three major special events.

These things aren't necessarily made by the system; many are natural or human-triggered precursors, after which the system strengthens them.

Lin An, Meme doll.

Half-understanding, Xiong Hanzi nodded, poked the exposed brain, and asked in a low voice:

Well, Captain Lin, are we in trouble?

Although his combat ability is strong in prolonged fights, he's weak at breaking through. Once Lin An lacks a means to replenish strength, even his brain can imagine that after the three of them charge into the zombie tide, they'll likely be drained to death inside. Even if Mo Ling can control blood zombies, that's just a drop in the bucket.

Third Rank Mutant.

No matter how strong Lin An is, his strength is not infinite.

His eyes flickering, Lin An listened to Xiong Hanzi's question, quickly thought of a solution, and after a moment, he slowly spoke:

Forcing our way in probably isn't realistic.

I've simulated the combat process. If the Red Tower mutants provide energy in this way when killed, at most after slaying thirteen of them my spiritual energy will be exhausted, forcing me to use the Causal Sequence.

Although Lin An asks himself that his current attack methods are enough to instantly kill third-rank elementary foes, that's only true when using spiritual energy.

In the midst of nearly a hundred mutants and a sea of tens of millions of zombies, even the spiritual energy shield must be activated. Under double consumption, being able to hold out and kill a dozen or so is already an astonishing feat.

After a pause, Lin An continued:

I plan to use Milei's scalpel to disguise us.

A white light flashed; Lin An looked at the scalpel in his hand, his eyes flickering.

Although he hasn't used this item much since obtaining it, the props information clearly states that this item can disguise itself as a monster.

With Mo Ling, it is completely possible, after disguising as a Red Tower Zombie, to let the controlled zombies wrap us up and silently blend into the core.

Snowflakes swirled.

At the edge of the boundless Corpse Horde, three large, two medium, and one small Zombie silently crept toward that red sea.

Seeing the vast Corpse Horde filling his vision, piled up like an ant swarm, Xiong Hanzi gulped, walking with a furtive gait.

"Lin Dui... can this work?"

With a mournful face, he touched the red muscles on his body, feeling only panic.

Not far in his sight, he could already see seven or eight third-rank Mutants swiftly charging across the Corpse Horde.

If he got mixed in and discovered, it would truly be like a person falling into the enemy's den.

Even if he were tough, many ants can bite an elephant to death!

"It's fine."

He gently comforted Zhang Tie, then Lin An, without hesitation, took Mo Ling and rushed straight toward the Corpse Horde.