Chapter 887: Virus Spread

「Whoosh—bang！」

The sonic boom was unleashed, bringing Mo Ling, Lin An rapidly flew between skyscrapers.

Spotting an open space, he unleashed a mental shock without hesitation, shattering the brain stems of several panicked fleeing humans on the ground.

「Plop」

After their brain stems were destroyed, two intact corpses fell to the ground like upside-down scallions.

In the rear, a large number of infected came running.

「I want... to tell you a secret!! 」

Howled like a zombie.

Indifferent, Lin An used a simulated arcane hand to grab; in the blink of an eye, before the infected closed in, he seized the corpse.

Meanwhile, Mo Ling swiftly slit a man's throat with one stroke, then quickly injected the syringe filled with zombie virus from her hand into his brain.

Their efficiency was such that they didn't even need a second.

Mercy is meaningless; in the Heiyu scenario, Lin An had already regarded the people here as NPCs.

As for whether the other party was innocent, that was no longer his concern.

Anyway, the humans from the other world he killed numbered not just millions but tens of millions.

「Go! 」

With a fierce shout, Lin An burst out with ring-shaped spiritual energy, blasting the hundreds of charging infected into a ring of minced flesh; then, holding Mo Ling, he shot up again to the highest rooftop.

Whether due to exposing his trail or not, the infected within half the city seemed to have spotted him simultaneously.

The dense crowd suddenly halted, looked up at the building he was on, then all charged toward him.

In just a few seconds, the entire city resembled a beehive, with countless infected humans madly running toward the buildings, attempting to surround them.

「Use the skill! 」

On the rooftop, Lin An frowned, glancing at the black specks below the skyscraper.

Previously, these infected had not actively sought them, but now the situation seemed to have changed.

Was it because more spiritual energy was being used than before?

On the ground, the crowd surged into the building; this scene resembled the outbreak of the apocalypse.

「Thirty-seven seconds.. 」

After mentally calculating the climbing speed of this group of infected, Lin An wasn't overly worried.

They came surrounding; he could still escape, just a bit annoying.

However, for Awakened Ones below third Fourth Rank lacking flight skills, it was extremely troublesome.

The two exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, each used their skills.

Summon the Dead!

Dead Resurrection!

Instantly, a minor death qi storm erupted from Mo Ling's hand, rushing toward the twitching humans about to mutate into zombies.

Meanwhile, Lin An rapidly spread a ripple around himself; upon contacting the corpses at his feet, it was as if death qi was injected, allowing him to control them.

Hum!

His eyes opened; seeing the two corpses beside him with shattered brain stems suddenly staring straight at the sky, after a moment they shuddered and stiffly stood up.

Somewhat interesting.

Upon first using the Dead Resurrection skill, Lin An felt the spiritual energy continually draining from his body, slightly furrowing his brow.

The Resurrection skill is useful, but even its minimum consumption is considerable.

In his perception, he felt as if he had two extra bodies, able to command the corpses to perform simple orders.

Moreover, a sense of absolute control welled up in his heart.

As long as I wish, the resurrected dead will reveal everything they know without reservation.

However, the controlled corpses now have nothing worth asking.

「Mo Ling? Is the control ready!! 」

Turning his head to ask, Lin An casually drew an alloy long sword from his ring, then suddenly pierced the two resurrected corpses together.

Like skewering meat, the resurrected showed no reaction, stiffly being pierced together, looking somewhat comical.

After attaching a portion of arcane power to the alloy long sword, Lin An again locked his mental power onto the vicinity of the crystal skull.

No way, the rooftop is too far from the ground; if he violently threw the two 'corpses' plus a zombie over, they'd probably all turn into mush.

In desperation, he thought of letting these three guys, 'Sword Flight'...

「All right! 」

A slap landed on the forehead of the man who had just turned into a corpse; Mo Ling stared closely for two seconds, confirming he had become a zombie.

「But I can't control the zombie to do fine movements; I can only have it hold or eat! 」

She replied repeatedly; upon seeing Lin An's sword impaling the dead, she also realized what Lin An intended.

「Just being able to take it is fine. 」

At a command, the newly turned zombie male stiffly aligned himself with the sword blade and piled onto it.

Within a few seconds, the alloy long sword over a meter long became crowded with three corpses strung onto it.

Both hands ready.

Arcane power surged; Lin An's right hand burst forth with a purple radiance, and under mental control, the sword bearing the three corpses shot out instantly.

Like precision guidance, it suddenly shot toward the crystal skull on the ground.

Unsure whether zombie or resurrected could approach the crystal skull unaffected, he readied both hands just in case.

Their gazes slightly tense, the two looked toward the ground; only seeing the sword 'carrying' the corpses instantly fly above the crystal skull.

"Fall!"

Seeing the infected all around with no reaction, Lin An felt a sudden joy.

Indeed, this group of infected only spreads to the living.

Whether zombie or revived one, they are essentially dead beyond death.

Now we just wait to see if touching the skull can be taken away!

Commands were given continuously.

If any other Awakened Ones were present now, they would likely find this scene utterly absurd.

On the ground, the three linked corpses staggered in a straight line, lurching toward the skull.

For easier control, Lin An and Mo Ling simply made the corpses hop forward.

Otherwise, if they stayed linked, their steps would interfere with each other.

Three seconds later.

Three black dots approached the crystal skull, with nothing unusual.

Meanwhile, the surrounding masses of infected remained stiff and unresponsive in place.

Seeing this, Lin An felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face.

He had been worried that the infected would react upon seeing something approach.

"Bring it back!"

Seeing the revived one about to touch the crystal-clear skull, the two issued the final command directly.

"Hum"

At the fingertips' touch, the first to contact the skull was the revived one controlled by Lin An.

Upon contact, a strong sense of danger instantly erupted in Lin An's mind.

"Wrong!"

A garbled, meaningless whisper instantly spread through thoughts, like a virus racing at near-light speed from the controlled revived one's mind into his brain.

"Too fast!"

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Sever!"

Without hesitation, upon hearing just a syllable, Lin An shuddered all over and abruptly severed his link with the revived one.

However, no matter how fast his reaction, part of that virus-like whisper still spread into his brain.

In an instant, a terrifying, indescribable mental surge surged into his thoughts like a black tide.

Chaos, darkness.

Damn it...

His will in agony, his brain churned as if seared by a branding iron.

Even though he had been wary and unwilling to touch the crystal skull himself, Lin An never imagined this thing could be so bizarre as to transmit from a 'summoned entity'.

He heard that syllable.

It was the character 'I'—different from ordinary sound; that syllable contained a huge flood of information, which in his mind turned into vast incomprehensible images.

"Lin An!?"

Mo Ling's face turned pale with shock as she hurriedly looked at Lin An, who suddenly clutched his head and howled.

The zombie she controlled showed no abnormality; in her eyes, Lin An had merely made the revived one he controlled touch the skull, and it instantly became like this.

I'm fine... is it because the zombie completely lost its consciousness?

Watching Lin An plunged into extreme pain, Mo Ling's eyes darted back and forth, and for a moment she felt somewhat panicked.

The revived one deprived of Lin An's psychic energy supply had already reverted to a corpse.

Meanwhile, the zombie she controlled successfully grabbed the skull.

The zombie howled, completely unaware of what had happened, instinctively opening its mouth to gnaw the crystal skull in its hand.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the tens of thousands of infected, previously stiff and motionless like statues, suddenly spread their arms, their heads spinning like rotating antennas.

The displaced crystal skull seemed like some kind of command.

The rotating heads, with bodies fixed in place, resembled radar searching for a target.

At the same time, the infected that had rushed into the building had already filled the entire structure.

"Lin An!"

Seeing Lin An clutching his head in painful groans, Mo Ling forced herself to calm, her hands and feet icy as she wanted to embrace him.

Her voice trembled with panic and a sob.

She didn't know what was wrong with Lin An, nor what had happened to him.

She only knew that Lin An now looked extremely painful, his psychic energy spilling out all over his body, spreading wildly like a blade's cut.

In seventeen seconds, the infected inside the building will surge forward.

And she cannot fly.