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Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game!

Empire Black Knight · Games
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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The scabbard had been sealed for so many years and absorbed so much undead aura. Theoretically, it should have been weakened by a large part and could not influence the battle at all.

Yet it could release such huge strength fluctuations at this moment?

He felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that Sadevich and the others were hiding something from him?

...

Mork Temple.

The large box buried in the underground pit was opened at this time, revealing a small piece of the scabbard that was sealed inside.

The great sword itself was huge, but the scabbard seemed to have shrunk countless times. It was only one-third the size of a fist.

The undead chains that were wrapped around the chest had long been broken.

A thick beam of light shot out from the scabbard, illuminating half of Mork Temple.

A thick pillar of light shot into the sky.