Chapter 641: The Zombie Horde Approaches

“Do you know me?”

Zhang Su pretended not to hear their murmurs and asked curiously.

“We’ve long heard of the name of the King of Hell—we’ve heard it thundering even in the Shanhai District!”

Shen Linrui bowed with clasped fists, showing great humility.

“You’re sure it was thundering in the Shanhai District? Or was it just while you were peeping from some ditch nearby?”

Chen Hanzhou’s gaze turned cold as he spoke bluntly.

If Zhang Su had said this, it might have seemed out of place for his status—but coming from a subordinate, it was perfectly fitting.

“This… ah, really sorry, I didn’t even get a chance to introduce myself.” Shen Linrui removed his cap, revealing shoulder-length hair that gave him an artistic air—though he wasn’t an art youth, since he was at least thirty-five, an art middle-aged man.

“A while back, we did come over to scout the area. We noticed a horde moving and guessed it was heading for some camp, so we followed curiously—and then we saw a massive purple explosion. Afterward, we heard many people shouting ‘King of Hell.’

To be honest, we thought the explosion itself was called ‘King of Hell,’ or maybe some survivor camp’s slogan. We even said that camp was pretty badass, with a tough slogan, haha.”

Zhang Su smiled faintly: “I wonder what business the Dragonhead Camp sent you here for, and why you vanished afterward?”

As soon as this key question was asked, the five from Dragonhead Camp exchanged glances, as if deciding something.

After about four or five seconds, Shen Linrui sighed and said: “King of Hell, I never expected to meet you here. No lies before a man of truth—earlier, someone from our camp came to Qingxian to trade with the Azure Dragon Corps… and never returned. We sent people out to look, and they vanished too…

Later we learned the Azure Dragon Corps was gone. Our leader suspected there was a stronger survivor camp here, so he sent us brothers to scout. If this camp was powerful, we’d make friends; if not… we’d absorb it into Dragonhead Camp, possibly setting up a branch.”

Zhang Su’s group exchanged glances, all conveying the same thought: in this dark forest, the jungle law ruled everywhere—either be strong enough to ignore all hunters, or hide tightly! “Tch…” Zhang Su clicked his tongue and smiled: “You speak plainly, I like that. So why didn’t you come to make friends? Did you think we were weak?”

“No, no, no!”

Shen Linrui shook his head rapidly, a embarrassed smile appearing on his rugged face: “That purple explosion was too powerful—it made me think it was unwise to make friends. You might just swallow Dragonhead Camp whole…”

Zhang Su’s group wore strange expressions—these guys were brutally honest.

“Alright, I think you’re a reliable speaker. I don’t know about the people your camp sent to trade with the Azure Dragon Corps, but your journey here seemed smooth—no trouble on the way?”

Zhang Su would never admit to any conflict the others had no proof of. From Shanhai District to Tianmayu, the shortest route was forty to fifty kilometers—he didn’t believe two vehicles could have made it here unscathed.

Shen Linrui didn’t dwell on the missing men; the incident was long past. In this environment, too many possibilities existed—even if these people were responsible, he couldn’t hold a grudge.

“King of Hell, you’re sharp. To ensure our passage, we started with over twenty men and fifteen vehicles from camp. To save time, whenever we encountered zombies, our men lured them away—only then could we maintain efficiency.”

Shen Linrui openly described the hardships of their journey, subtly conveying that Dragonhead Camp took this mission seriously. Zhang Su nodded—this made sense. He shifted tone: “I heard you just sent a distress signal to our outpost. What’s going on?”

Shen Linrui secretly exhaled—he was glad the other finally asked. He’d held back, answered every question, all to win goodwill and gain help.

“Don’t laugh at me, King of Hell—we came here for rescue. Dragonhead Camp has been repeatedly attacked by hordes—we’re barely holding on!”

As he spoke of the matter, Shen Linrui’s expression turned grim.

Zhang Su frowned: “What’s your camp’s situation? How are you barely holding on?”

Shen Linrui organized his words: “Our camp is built around an ancient fortress, blocking the main road to separate inside and outside. But since the last snowfall, zombies have been storming our camp from outside! Ten, dozens, even hundreds we could handle—even with fat zombies, no problem. The largest horde reached three thousand—fine. But yesterday, one of our scouts spotted a massive horde, over a hundred kilometers away, moving toward Shanhai District—covering the sky and earth, estimated at over half a million!”

“Half a million!”

The King of Hell’s forces exchanged stunned glances, instantly imagining the zombie hordes they’d seen scaled up to half a million—their faces twitched.

Zhang Su unconsciously imagined the scene on Tianmayu: half a million zombies flooding down the mountain, at least thousands of large ones, possibly even strange mutated zombies.

If such a situation truly arose, they’d have to evacuate everyone to the other side of the mountain—and then nuke it all. “A hundred kilometers from Shanhai District—that’s Hulushi? Doesn’t Hulushi have a survivor camp? Why are its zombies moving toward Shanhai District?”

Zhang Su knew the surrounding cities well—he immediately deduced the horde’s origin, assuming everything was true.

Hulushi was the first city beyond the pass, with a population slightly less than Qincheng—about 2.4 million. If what they said was true, half a million zombies meant nearly half of Hulushi’s undead had gathered.

Shen Linrui shuddered: “I don’t know… Our camp sent many to harass the horde, trying to slow it down—but it’s too massive, and the terrain makes rerouting nearly impossible!”

“Don’t you have heavy firepower? No, no…” Zhang Su regretted speaking immediately—the Skyfall Plasma’s explosion mode was unlike regular bombs—it vaporized everything, left no fire. Using conventional weapons might cause unpredictable problems.

“Wait—you guys previously lured over a hundred thousand zombies toward Qincheng, right? You must have experience with this—shouldn’t be a problem?”

Zhang Su probed indirectly.

Hearing this, the five from Dragonhead Camp froze. Shen Linrui frowned and shook his head: “King of Hell, I don’t understand you. As far as I know, Dragonhead Camp never did anything like that.”

“Still lying!”

Qi Xiaoshuai was furious. Seeing Zhang Su didn’t stop him, he stepped forward and declared loudly: “I was watching the horde on Binhai Avenue myself—I saw five drones rise from the ground, flying circles, splitting in multiple directions to lure over a hundred thousand zombies into Qincheng! I didn’t see them clearly, but their performance was top-tier—speed was insane, signal range was huge. If not you, who else in Shanhai District could pull that off?”

(End of Chapter)