Chapter 1070

Red Tower Core.

「Bang! Bang! Bang! 」

Standing above the huge 「underground bunker」 with no bottom in sight, Lin An gripped a zombie head in his left hand, held a sword in his right, and calmly watched as masses of zombies jumped down from the high platform like divers.

With the sound of flesh shattering, the Red Tower zombies that jumped down like suicide instantly turned into a puddle of meat paste.

As more zombies jumped down, the entire rectangular underground bunker seemed to pile up into a meat mountain.

Layer after layer jumped down. Tens of millions of Red Tower zombies continuously streamed back from the outside, then without hesitation leapt into the bunker and merged with the others.

From above, this place looked like a huge lump of red meat paste.

「Lin Dui, can this be filled... 」

With his mouth open, Xiong Hanzi looked somewhat nauseated at the layers of Red Tower zombies stacking up.

No matter what, these still look human; the eerie sight of them piled together is truly shocking.

「It can be filled. 」

「The density of one zombie is 1000 kg per cubic meter; about 16 people occupy 1 cubic meter. 」

「If packed properly, fitting 20 into 1 cubic meter is no problem. 」

「Squeezing ten million zombies into a meat ball amounts to only 500,000 cubic meters, which works out to a sphere about 0.5 square kilometers in size. 」

As he spoke, Lin An calmly pointed at the center toward Zhang Tie:

「Jump twice, use the earthquake skill to flatten the zombies there a bit. 」

Zhang Tie:....

Six hours later.

Constantly retching, Zhang Tie somewhat numbly stepped on several zombie faces, feeling as if he had lost his soul like a pile driver.

To fill the pit with all the Red Tower zombies withdrawn from outside, he could no longer recall how many times he had bounced like a steamroller.

His legs sank deep into a sea of zombie faces. An intensely rich bloody smell assailed his nostrils.

Looking out, the huge pit filled with zombies now resembled a luncheon meat can, red flesh and blood juice squelching together, eventually forming an extremely dense giant meat ball.

On the surface of the meat ball, zombies with extraordinary vitality instinctively waved their arms, unconscious low growls echoing.

If an intruder entered, seeing this malformed ball made of "human flesh" and those tentacle‑like limbs would likely drive them mad on the spot.

「Damn, that's so perverted... 」

「So perverted... 」

After stuffing the last third‑rank mutant into the meat ball, Zhang Tie muttered dazedly.

In Lin An's plan, he did not intend to kill these Red Tower zombies and mutants.

Instead, he treated them like stored props, confining these monsters here until perhaps one day they might be needed.

Walking up beside Lin An, Xiong Hanzi plopped down on the ground:

「Lin Dui, there are still scattered zombies coming from outside; should we stuff those in too? 」

Looking at the impressive meat ball, Lin An hesitated a moment, then gently shook his head:

「The rest is nothing to worry about. 」

「Just slap a timed nuke on them, wait for them to come back and detonate it. We have other things to do. 」

Having said that, Lin An looked at the silent zombie researcher in his hand.

A flash of white light, and an iron box exchanged from the prestige shop appeared in his hand.

The box was a special prop exchanged for a lot of prestige points.

Its function is to block psychic power and all thought fluctuations; it's perfect for storing the researcher zombie.

To exchange this prop, he specially took prestige points from Faction: Long An.

Noticing the iron box appearing in Lin An's hand, the zombie researcher glared at him:

「You want to trap me!? 」

「Why!? Since you disagree with my plan, why not just kill me!? 」

He shook wildly.

Knowing his plan had failed, he naturally felt disheartened.

But seeing the iron box in Lin An's hand, no matter how afraid of death he was, he absolutely refused to be locked inside.

Cutting off all five senses, without a body. Thanks to the zombie's immortality, he would be equivalent to being buried alive in a coffin, imprisoned for who knows how many years!

Such torment, he would rather die!

「You have no choice. 」

In a calm tone, Lin An ignored the researcher's frenzied cursing and simply shoved him into the iron box.

The sole reason he kept the researcher was to consider controlling the Red Tower zombies.

To be frank, he didn't think these monsters could "save the world" or become a powerful weapon for humanity against mutants.

But if they were all wiped out, it would indeed be a waste.

His eyes flickered.

Lin An recalled the gray ball in the 【God】 dungeon, and a faint idea arose in his mind.

Deploying "new humans" on Earth might be too threatening, but if it's a dungeon world, another world?

If used well, these stored Red Tower zombies might not fail to become a powerful trump card....

「Let's go, we're returning to Thunder Spear Safe Zone. 」

Casually sending a message to the Soviet high command that the mission was settled, Lin An prepared to return to Thunder Spear.

Glancing at the two Wind Hunters who, as he requested, sent daily feelings, Lin An's eyes flashed with a deep hint of surprise.

Up until today, both had been quite normal.

But in the message sent today, Feng Lie seemed to be talking nonsense a bit...

Following behind Lin An, Zhang Tie stared blankly at the meatball:

"Lin Dui, are we just not going to deal with this!?"

As the words fell, Lin An directly threw out the tactical nuclear bomb from his ring:

"Blow up the space above! Bury it!"

"Success! Lord Rhein, they really succeeded!"

Everyone was excited, many military high-level officials looked with tears in their eyes at the message sent from 'Rhein'.

As a military representative, an older high-ranking general took a deep breath, as if he still didn't believe things were this simple at this moment.

"Hero! Lord Rhein truly is our hero!"

"I announce that when he returns, we must hold a grand celebration banquet for our hero!"

As the words fell, everyone present agreed.

But amidst the chorus of praise, a military high-level official couldn't help but speak up:

"Everyone, should we disclose the true situation of the Red Tower disaster?"

"Before it wasn't resolved, we hid the truth to avoid panic. But now that it's resolved, there's no need to keep hiding it."

"Our war zone has produced a super-powerful expert like Lord Rhein; I think announcing the news of solving the Red Tower disaster will greatly boost morale!"

"A heavenly-disaster-level mission! We can solve it!"

"The victory of this apocalypse will surely belong to us!"

"Okay! I think it's okay!"

"Wasn't it said before that Lord Rhein was willing to intervene, willing to take such huge risks to resolve the crisis? Largely because he is a Soviet! If we don't even announce solving such a big crisis, wouldn't that be too chilling to people's hearts?"

"Heroes ought to be known by all! Rather than remain obscure!"