Chapter 543: Armed Workers, Double‑Power Buff!

After hustling for half a day and still not done, to let the Wolf King wake up normally, Wen Digo still has to replenish A Xibao's severely voided flesh.

I truly don't know what that dog brat did before he fainted—was he just idling and extracting his own essence to make a blood stew?

Lao Yang Tou poured all the healing elixirs the Wolf King gave him, including three bottles of Rejuvenation Fourth Generation, into A Xibao's stomach.

Guess what?

Not enough!

"What the hell…"

Little Lich, seeing Lao Yang Tou pinching, hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"Sir, just consider it for our plan!"

"This…"

There's no way around it; after all, I've already invested, I can't just abandon those sunk costs, can I?

So, although Lao Yang Tou gritted his teeth, he still painfully dug into his own pocket to add more, which finally steadied and lengthened A Xibao's breathing.

The big one and the little one waited patiently for a while, and finally saw the "A Xibao" lying on the bed slowly open his eyes.

But beneath the eyelids were not A Xibao's eyes, which, though somewhat deep, were still youthful and brimming with boundless vigor.

Instead, they were the Wolf King's unruffled, pond‑deep eyes, as if everything were under control, Xu Ge (crossed out)'s profound gaze.

— It's done!

It's done!

I, Wen Digo, am literally a genius!

Lao Yang Tou hurriedly leaned in, speaking softly.

"How does it feel?"

A Xibao ignored him, instead stretching out both hands, laughing foolishly while looking left and right, then suddenly clenching his fists and saying in a deep voice,

"Spirit revitalized!"

Then the two burst into knowing, hearty laughter, inadvertently completing the highest‑level identity transition of the Royal Court.

The Wolf King is dead, long live the Wolf King!

But perhaps the commotion that night exhausted everyone, and thereafter the Wasteland fell into unprecedented silence.

Until three days later, despite the lingering cold, on this rare clear day after the heavy snow, a rustling sound suddenly echoed across the Wasteland.

In fact, according to the players' plan, this release after a tension, then another release, was intended to give the Wolf King's court some time for internal turmoil.

After all, the gravely wounded A Xibao escaped back in front of everyone, and the army of over a hundred thousand has not returned for several days; it's undeniably suspicious.

But the Royal Court Army's main base at the foot of the mountain remained completely silent for several consecutive days, not even cleaning up or repairing the bombed tents.

"What's going on?"

From the High Tower Community to the Adhesive Nation, the players discussed this matter back and forth many times, and the conclusion was to meet all changes with constancy.

Coincidentally, after these days of repair and reconstruction, several border cities, including the New Luo Capital, have regained basic functionality.

Thus, amid the terrifying roar, hundreds of warplanes took off again from various cities and field airfields, heading toward the nearby Royal Court main base.

With a crackle, they dumped thousands of air bombs in one go, plowing the already bleak ruins again, then flapped their wings and leisurely returned.

However, unexpectedly, whether before or after the bombing, the main base showed no reaction aside from the buildings becoming more dilapidated.

"Could it be… that after the last bombing, they were already destroyed?"

The officials of various nations, half in doubt, simply used the Community's channel and sent three thousand vanguard troops down the mountain to inspect.

When they cautiously descended, holding their guns and scanning warily, the enemy camp remained silent.

Driving tanks slowly forward, with the entire crew on highest alert, ready to fire, the enemy camp still gave no sign.

Even when they mustered courage, driving war armor over the low wall built by orcs with wagons, the enemy camp still showed no movement.

No movement, of course no movement!

Because after they searched the entire ruin, they found not a single living thing; this place had been completely abandoned!

"But… where are the people?"

Although to avoid alerting the enemy, the players haven't sent more infiltrators into the Royal Court during this period.

But the intelligence department always had someone watching nearby; the enemy camp clearly made no moves, how could the people just vanish into thin air?

Moreover, for safety, the players drafted many plans, but each one makes capturing the Royal Court main base the key objective.

Now that key objective is gone, the logical chain breaks, and everyone is momentarily bewildered.

Should we make a one‑shot gamble, braving the winter cold to forcefully claim the Wasteland and quickly unify the wilderness?

Or continue a steady approach, waiting until next spring's thaw to seek more land?

Nevertheless, the Royal Court army's main base was built to accommodate 200,000 people.

Even though it's been bombed into a mess, the leveled ground remains, and there's a river nearby—a decent homestead site.

If rebuilt, it could serve now as a springboard for a counter‑offensive on the Wasteland, and later as a key city linking the wilderness—a win‑win.

"All right, unanimous approval!"

Since the officials of various nations have already decided, the 50,000 professional workers, armed and descending together, were promptly dispatched.

…Although indeed no one wants to work by day and then work in the game by night, what if they work in the game during the day?

Thus, as player numbers surged and various specialized guilds emerged, guilds dedicated to handling engineering projects also appeared.

Even in wartime, rallying that many hands at once takes time, so by the time they arrived it was already evening.

The prairie night was so cold it could freeze a person's toes, making overnight work impossible, so everyone first took shelter in the prefabricated huts.

However, just as the workers were busy sleeping and the engineers were finalizing blueprints overnight, an accident occurred.

Just like in every zombie movie, the night‑shift guy on the road found a bewildered, mud‑covered, filthy office drone.

He originally wanted to bolt, but his kind nature gave him courage, and he cautiously approached to ask, "Are you OK?"

The corporate drone suddenly turned, showing gray‑white eyes and a cheek scarred with scratches, and opened its blood‑filled, lip‑less gaping mouth at the little brother.

Ahhh…

Fine, the Yangyue World certainly has no classic Japanese‑style suit‑wearing corporate drone, so that was a wolf soldier corpse that had already been forged into a zombie.

However, the little brother wasn't an ordinary passing high‑schooler rushing home after school to watch a 6:30 anime, but rather…

…Achoo!

Blown by the cold wind, his nose itching, he hadn't even seen what was in front of him, and couldn't help letting out a huge sneeze.

If that's all, it's no problem—just serving the zombie lord a sticky pre‑meal drink—how thoughtful of you!

As everyone knows, the Zheng Qi Health Cultivation Technique is mandatory in the Huaxia army, and this little brother happens to be in the official Huaxia Engineering Team, so…

Wah‑la‑la!

The wolf‑soldier zombie, struck head‑on by a Zheng Qi breath before it could react, instantly lost three dog lives to the little brother.

Terribly tragic, the upper half of its body was instantly burned to charcoal, the lower half collapsed weakly, kneeling on the ground like a stone statue.

Looks familiar? Haha, similar incidents are playing out in every corner of the Royal Court's main base.

Poor zombies barely show their heads before they're swept by bodies brimming with Zheng Qi, brandishing automatic rifles, or simply by workers in engineering armor who exterminate them.

And they roast whole swaths of zombies with flamethrowers while simultaneously contacting superiors through the game system.

Damn it, where the hell did these zombies come from? I just heated up my blanket!

With such firepower, it wasn't long before some smarter players fought upstream and discovered the source of the endless zombie surge.

——appeared at an unknown time, but tunnels now spread throughout the entire main base!

"Hou Li Xie, what are those sour radishes in the vanguard eating? Why didn't they notice the hidden barracks underground the main base before?"

"Stop calling me a dead sissy, I've driven the excavator over, watch it for me, let's seal this hole first!"

Damn!

The excavator's bucket only just heaved up a clump of snow mixed with frozen soil, and before it could turn, the ground seemed to tremble.

"Ugh! Old John is up to his crafts again?"

"I think it's quite possible it's not…"

Amid the workers' screams, the whole ground was lifted like a carpet, revealing an endless horde of… cockroaches… skeleton soldiers!

Logically, a Wendigo that rises from an endless tide of white bones should emit an insanely arrogant laugh, yet now it is incomparably silent.

Not because it is naturally calm, but because it already feels a clotted old blood brewing in its heart.

The Royal Court unintentionally messed up the player's plan, and the player is no less a bastard who doesn't let others have their way.

According to the Wendigo and Wolf King's design, to erase the defeat of this great battle, every soldier in the Royal Court, regardless of life or death, must be turned into a zombie!

Moreover, these zombies aren't ordinary; they're the same type the Wendigo used in his covert assault on Sunlight City, all bearing a contagious conversion script that can turn slain enemies into its own ranks.

Lao Yang Tou originally planned to let them lead the charge, devouring the tens of thousands of workers entering the ruins in one bite, and, mimicking the player's method of luring the Royal Court army, reverse‑lure the player's main forces.

So eat? Eat nothing!

The zombies are simply being slaughtered like dogs by these armed workers, just like a classic 4399 mini‑game, utterly helpless under the abuse.

As for those who, relying on their high flesh level, successfully killed some armed workers and are gleefully waiting for troops to spawn…

Sorry, when a player dies, the game system directly retrieves the corpse, reads the revival script, and wipes all external influences.

In other words, infection is ineffective!

Now, the most terrifying effect of the zombie plague is directly immunized by the player, so now they can only be faced by a True Zombie Unmatched.

The Wendigo, having no other choice, prematurely revealed the "Undead Army" card, flashing it before everyone.

Exactly, this is the new form of his cooperation with the Wolf King—"I lend you troops, you give me power."

In a sense, Lao Yang Tou's strong support for the Wolf King's wolf‑disaster slaughter last year was to amass this undead army.

To accelerate troop spawning, it endured repeated humiliation from Ji Ming and the Pioneers without "getting angry," and devoted itself entirely to rapid production with the little lich Marsha.

Moreover, "Undead" is truly efficient: bones can forge skeleton soldiers, souls can twist into evil spirit soldiers, and stripped flesh can be assembled into great abominations.

So after a year of preparation, the Wendigo's undead army now numbers nearly a million—a genuine "Undead Cataclysm."

Is that a lot? No! That's still not enough; to turn the tide and wash away the humiliation of a crushing defeat, the two conspirators keep adding more.

Thus, after the "Great Earthquake," the hard wasteland permafrost suddenly cracked, and a towering giant slowly emerged from within.

Only this giant was rotting and foul‑smelling, its eyes filled with cruelty and rage, for it is the Strange Council's ultimate weapon—the Titan Zombie!

Moreover, perched on the giant's shoulder was a majestic, snow‑white tiger that dripped saliva, as if a divine beast had descended.

The cruel thing is, since the Wolf King has already chosen his son A Xi Bao as his new flesh, his adopted son Man Du La Tu is now useless.

So he teamed up with the Wendigo, using a treacherous, vicious conversion technique to corrupt the Tiger Prince's mind, turning him into an ancestral‑form war machine.

Hahaha!

Thus, even though Lao Yang Tou couldn't smile after losing thirty thousand zombies at the outset, the Wolf King, whose spirits are lifted by good news, remains very happy.

Moreover, he still cradles in his arms the concubine Bai Luona, whom he had pampered for a few days, only finishing up reluctantly by the afternoon.

With the charming beauty in his arms, he couldn't help to think to himself—hehe, youth is still great, the lad looks revitalized!

But Bai Luona's complexion wasn't as pleasant; her smile carried much confusion and forced effort.

Not because the destroyer suddenly became a battleship; as a vampire she doesn't care about that, she only thinks it's too intense.

So she's actually hesitating: she was the Wolf King before, now the Wolf Prince—does that make me… uh… a bit too… uh…?

All in all, with the divine chariots, the twin sovereigns blaze the way, a million dead souls, the Wolf King returns—who in the world can oppose him!?

Who else can block me, who else can block my bite!

……

Uh.

The Wolf King laughed for three minutes, but in the end he couldn't hold it any longer.

"National Teacher, the ones invading the royal camp are only 50,000 human laborers, aren't they? The lowly who could be reduced to ash in an instant— why are the undead still fighting?"

Amid the continual explosions and shouts of killing, Wendigo hesitated and turned back.

"Your Majesty, don't be impatient; this is merely an appetizer. Look, many of the despised have already joined the battlefield."

"Hmm, that's good."

Three minutes later.

"National Teacher?"

"Ahem, Your Majesty, don't be impatient; I have already summoned a Skeleton Giant to the battlefield!"

(End of Chapter)