Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

"Yes, and that terrifying self-healing ability."

Everyone looked at each other again.

As expected of an SSS-level mission difficulty.

It was indeed troublesome!

Just a random soldier from the Holy Court camp of unknown origin was enough to give them a headache.

"What should we do?"

"We definitely can't win if we fight forcefully. Let's think of a way to lure him over."

Meng Si took a deep breath and glanced at the right passage, saying, "That's the ambush area for the Holy Court. Lure him to the other altar and use the Touch of Gluttony to deal with him!"

A few of them nodded.

"Good! Weren't his attributes very strong? Use the Touch of Gluttony to suck him dry!"

Not far away, Fang Heng continued to move forward.

Eh?

Again?

Fang Heng sensed that the aura in the dark was attacking him instead of retreating. He was one step ahead and swung his scepter forward!

Meng Si, who had dashed out from the shadows, had just raised his long saber when Fang Heng's scepter met him head-on.

"Boom!!!"

After being struck by Fang Heng's scepter twice, Meng Si felt his internal organs tremble violently. He was sent flying out uncontrollably once again.

Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!!

The next moment, several dark flying needles flew toward Fang Heng from the dark.

Fang Heng turned his head sideways and looked at the dark place where he was being attacked.

Five players were usually the size of a small team of players.

All signs pointed to the fact that these people were most likely players.

Was there a need to work so hard?

Fang Heng realized that there was a problem.

They knew that they couldn't win, but they still wanted to fight?

From the looks of it, they seemed to be consciously luring him in a certain direction.

Something was strange!

Just as Fang Heng was hesitating whether he should continue forward, a line of gnotifications appeared.

[Hint: Your Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint has been affected by an unknown influence. Please be careful.]

[Hint: The player is currently approaching the danger zone. If the player continues to venture deeper, the imprint may lose its effect. The player may not be able to use the Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint to reverse the summoning and return to Eternal Holy City.]

Hmm?

Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked down at the Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint on his wrist.

The imprint was dimmer than before.

There was such a good thing?

Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat.

In the past, he had entered and exited the trial gworld through the Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint on the back of his hand.

Apart from teleportation, the imprint also had a monitoring function.

If the imprint failed...

This meant that he could stay in this world as long as he could. At the stime, he could use other abilities without being discovered by the Holy Court.

This way, he could have more moves!

Fang Heng was secretly delighted. He pretended not to notice the players and continued to walk forward, chasing after them.

As the passage gradually deepened, Fang Heng realized that the surrounding environment had changed.

At spoint in time, a layer of faint red fog gradually appeared beside him.

fog?

Fang Heng sensed it carefully and immediately found that the power of this fog was very familiar.

It was strange.

It was very familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen it before.

Chi, chi, chi, chi!

The red fog seemed to be attracted by something and immediately gathered around him, enveloping him in a thin layer.

The gnotification appeared.

[Hint: The player's Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint is affected.]

[Hint: In the current environment, the player's Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint has completely lost its effect. The player cannot use the Ecclesiastical Templars' trial imprint to teleport.]

[Warning: The current environment is extremely dangerous. Please evacuate immediately.]

Fang Heng's pupils constricted.

It had lost its effectiveness!

The holy shield around his body was corroded by the red fog, making a sizzling sound. It seemed that the power of the red fog could partially restrain the holy power. It could even limit the effects of the Ecclesiastical Templars' imprint!

Good!

This was simply too good!

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

Fang Heng was overjoyed. He immediately sensed the five players hiding in the shadows again. The five of them continued to hide in the dark and retreat. From tto time, they would launch slong-range attacks to harass him.

"Let's see what kind of tricks you guys are playing!"

Fang Heng thought and immediately continued to chase after them.

"Whoosh!"

Faced with a black shadow that cfrom the dark, Fang Heng once again raised his scepter and swung it forward!

"Bang!!"

A heavy thud.

The player who had sneaked out from the shadows was sent flying by the scepter and landed in a cave in front of the passage. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Fang Heng frowned. He sensed that the five players had entered the cave entrance. Moreover, this cave was one of the gathering points of the faint red fog. If his judgment was correct, did they deliberately lure him here?

Ambush?

Wait a minute...

As the density of the surrounding red fog gradually increased, Fang Heng finally sensed it.

The source of this fog!

It was the demonic seed!

That's right! It was definitely the demonic seed!

It was very similar to the power of the demonic seed in his body.

The power of the demonic seed of Jealousy!

But strangely, the power fluctuations he felt were different from the power of the demonic seed that was entrenched in his sea of consciousness.

This difference caused him to not confirm it immediately.

What was going on?

Fang Heng's heart could not help but beat faster. He raised his head and looked at the cave.

What was inside?!

"Interesting..."

Fang Heng muttered to himself.

Now that the Ecclesiastical Templars' imprint had disappeared, he had already avoided the surveillance of the Holy Court. He could change his form at will and use all his trump cards.

How strong could a trap set up by a mere player be?

Fang Heng thought that his strength was enough to deal with it, so he stepped into the cave.

Eh?

Altar?

The dark stone wall seemed a little cold. In the middle of the sealed cave, there was a stone altar that was half the height of a person. The altar seemed to be formed by simply stacking stones together. It was a little messy. A faint red fog that was visible to the naked eye was slowly seeping out of the altar.

Fang Heng carefully walked into the cave and observed the altar. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows. A faint light emitted from the stone altar and shone on the patterns contained within the stone altar.

Huh?!

No!

The picture on the altar...

Fang Heng quickly recalled the information he had obtained from the demonic seed believers.

Every demonic seed had its corresponding mageweath.

Through the mageweath altar, the demonic seed could absorb the power of the altar from a very far place, even across countless world planes.

It was similar to the power of faith of the Holy Court.

And now, the mageweath on this stone altar were not Jealousy's.

It belonged to Gluttony!

However...

Fang Heng carefully observed the picture.

On top of the Gluttony pattern, another layer of mageweath had been added.

A mageweath that belonged to the Seed of Jealousy!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Heng realized that he might have discovered sinformation related to the mission. He could not help but frown and think carefully.