Chapter 369: Bait

Amoeba worm dungeon world, day 18, 10:19 AM.

Above the marching massive formation, a supersonic jet spewed black smoke all over, shaking as if about to crash.

Amid repeated exclamations, two people jumped from the plane before it crashed.

After the crowd's brief panic, there followed waves of astonishment.

When they saw clearly that the man who had fallen was holding a girl and walking in midair, tens of thousands of the crowd could not help but kneel on the ground, and under the leadership of the "Religious Sacrificer", praises rose.

"It's the divine envoy Lin An! He has returned!"

"The spirit has gone to the land of sin! It must have brought back good news!"

Various frenzied praises rang out.

Amid heightened emotions and repeated brainwashing lectures, the Ling An Sect rapidly grew.

After landing smoothly, Lin An's complexion was not good.

Zhang Tie noticed him and hurried forward, with Gao Tian carrying a bow and arrow behind him.

Anxiously, he asked:

"Lin Dui, how is it?"

"What's the situation over at the high tower?"

Seeing that Lin An's complexion was not good, and Mo Ling in his arms also looked pallid, both felt a jolt in their hearts.

Lin An waved his hand, his tone low:

Let's talk after we go in; the situation is very complicated.

On the command vehicle, Lin An set Mo Ling aside to rest, and he himself wearily rubbed his forehead.

He wanted to check the high tower's situation in advance, after all, the photos left by Troy were too blurry to see anything.

Therefore, yesterday he piloted a supersonic jet to the high tower to scout.

With about a day's journey left, the large forces from three directions were about to make contact with the zombie tide's core.

The closer to the core area, the more frequent the battles became.

Fortunately, the zombie tide acted like spawn points in a tower defense game, not pouring out all at once.

"Many zombies."

As soon as he spoke, Lin An's complexion was not good.

He had thought there would be many zombies at the high tower, but he hadn't expected so many.

During this march, the troops encountered zombie attacks many times, but the total number was not large.

He originally thought that a large portion of zombies were distributed in cities worldwide, thus leading to this result.

But he never imagined.

In fact, all the zombies in the world are actually at the high tower!

"Lin Dui, just how many are there?!"

Zhang Tie stared, hearing a hint of shock in Lin An's tone, and couldn't help but ask repeatedly.

He sighed, and Lin An held up the number 7:

"700 million!"

"At least 700 million zombies!"

A chill ran up his scalp.

It had been three hours since he returned, and he still couldn't forget that shocking scene.

Over 700 million zombies, like a dense swarm of ants, surrounded the high tower, piling up into hundred-meter-high mountains, forming a towering mountain range.

He has been back for three hours, and even now he cannot forget that shocking scene.

Over 700 million Zombies, like a dense swarm of ants, surrounded the tower, piling up into hundred-meter-high mountains, piling up into a towering mountain range.

The high tower was completely surrounded, impenetrable; one could not see any part of its form, only its top.

Unexpectedly, he did not see the pillar of light at the top that Anna had mentioned.

To see more clearly, he even set the fighter to cruise, then used the effect of stepping into empty space to descend a bit.

Under Mo Ling's Summon of the Dead, the zombie tide was reluctantly drawn away a bit.

But even when the skill was unleashed to its fullest, the attracted zombies were no more than crumbs falling off a mille-feuille; amidst the dense zombie tide, the high tower's true nature remained unseen.

Zhang Tie's heart jolted upon hearing that.

700 million zombies, packed near the high tower.

It is truly hard to imagine how shocking that scene was.

A mountain piled up from zombies?

After a brief silence, Gao Tian, with a heavy face, asked his question:

"Lin Dui, are we unable to forcefully charge in?"

In the plan, Lin An had also considered using the Survivors as a lure, eliminating zombies while advancing toward the high tower.

If the efficiency was too slow, he would, during the time the zombies were drawn, lead the team straight into the high tower to have a look.

Originally, he thought that with their strength, charging in would not be difficult.

If the efficiency is too slow, then while the Zombies are being attracted, he will directly lead the team to rush into the tower to take a look.

Lin An let out a long sigh, giving a bitter laugh:

"There's hardly any chance to charge in."

"The zombie tide is too great; this number of zombies has already reached a qualitative change."

There's nothing that could possibly rush in.

The zombie tide is too great; this number of zombies has already reached a qualitative change.

Even if they don't move, just the thickness of the zombie tide is enough to block us.

Once we rush in, with so many zombies, just relying on their weight could crush us.

Mo Ling also can't get in; I've tested it.

Even if we exhaust our mental power, Mo Ling can at most control a few tens of thousands of zombies to leave, but compared to the 'thickness' of the zombie tide, this number is far too little to enter the tower.

So, we can only use Plan 4 of the contingency plans.

Hearing about the contingency plan, Xiong Hanzi's eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance, but he didn't say much more.

The tower must be entered; it surely hides the secret of this world.

Moreover, in Lin An's observation, the tower is indeed continuously 'producing' zombies.

Although the distance is relatively far and we can't clearly investigate how it's produced, there indeed appear 'fresh' zombies.

So.

To resolve the catastrophe crisis, killing all the zombies but not solving the tower is still useless.

The situation is much worse than imagined.

A sigh.

Gao Tian couldn't help but take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and started smoking, feeling heavy-hearted.

He originally wouldn't, feeling indifferent to cigarettes, but during this time he learned to smoke for the first time.

There's nothing good to smoke, but the vexation in his heart makes him want to rush out and kill some zombies.

The so-called contingency plan is just bait.

Among the several contingency plans, Plan 4 is what he least wants to see.

If zombies are not easy to lure away, if there are too many zombies, if the speed of clearing zombies is too poor...

Then.

Then we will use the flesh and blood of thirty million people as bait.

Let these thirty million people scatter and rush into the zombie tide.

Before the zombies finish eating these thirty million people, we must solve the secret of this world.