Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 2588  Thinking

"Hold it..."

Sirius's gaze gradually shifted toward the Bone Dragon.

Fang Heng added, "We don't need to control more than one."

"In the past, it would have been easy to keep it contained for a day, but today is different. My will has suffered significant damage, and controlling it for 15 minutes is already my limit."

"That's a bit short, but we can try."

Fang Heng asked, "Isn't there a better place for this? It's crowded here."

"I wouldn't recommend that. The Bone Dragons here are the most docile and weakest. Venturing into another area of the Dragon Grave Mountains would only increase the difficulty."

Fang Heng glanced at the other death realm natives nearby, who were eager to engage the Bone Dragon. He lowered his voice, saying, "No, I'm concerned that other Dark Clan members might cause us unnecessary trouble."

Even now, Sirius still didn't understand Fang Heng's intentions. He shook his head and said, "That shouldn't be a problem. The rules of the death realm are different from yours, generally, they won't take action. Moreover, as long as there are Bone Dragons near the red line, there will be a gathering of Dark Clan members."

"Fang Heng, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"Alright, just focus on recovering your strength. You'll find out soon enough."

...

Four hours later.

At the foot of the Dragon Grave Mountains, a large number of Lickers gathered and swiftly advanced toward the mountain.

The Dark Clan guards stationed around the mountains watched in surprise.

What was going on with these creatures?

They didn't seem like any of the usual denizens of the death realm.

As the guards hesitated about whether to intercept them, they noticed the creatures condensing into fleshy cocoons just before reaching the mountains.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!!!"

The cocoons burst open, and from them emerged zombie creatures.

They looked like zombies.

And they certainly carried an undead aura.

However, the Dark Clan guards could sense that these creatures were not ordinary.

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"Sir Kotal... should we intercept them?"

Kotal hesitated, deep in thought, when suddenly he lifted his head to look toward the mountain.

There stood Fang Heng.

Fang Heng also noticed Kotal's gaze, nodded lightly at him and slowly raised his hand.

Under Fang Heng's control, the zombies stumbled forward toward his position in the mountain area.

Kotal scrutinized the group of creatures, puzzled.

So it was this human who summoned them?

"No need to worry, these creatures are not enemies."

"Understood!"

The Dark Clan guards continued to disperse and advance around the mountain.

"Thank you, Kotal!"

Fang Heng called out from a distance.

He had personally come down to prevent any accidental conflicts between Kotal's Dark Clan guards and his zombie clones.

That would waste precious time.

Soon, Fang Heng led the first batch of hundreds of zombie clones to the mountaintop.

Seeing Fang Heng approach with so many strange zombie creatures, the nearby Dark Clan members turned their gazes toward him.

What were all these zombies for?

Was he planning to use them to fight a Bone Dragon?

Was this a joke?

Not only did the Dark Clan find it confusing, but even the members of the Undead Council whispered among themselves, unable to make sense of it.

It was one thing to use heavy artillery against mosquitoes; using mosquitoes to take down heavy artillery was absurd!

Sirius, resting nearby, opened his eyes and looked at Fang Heng, his expression puzzled.

"Sirius, how's the rest? Are we ready to begin?"

"Good."

Sirius pushed himself up with one hand.

Although he didn't understand Fang Heng's plan, he recognized that he had no other options and had to trust him.

It was a gamble.

Perhaps there was still a chance.

"My condition will only worsen. If you're ready, let's get started."

"Alright."

Fang Heng nodded slightly and pointed toward a nearby Bone Dragon, "Let's go with that one. If anything unusual happens, try to control it. Don't let it escape; the longer you can maintain control, the better. I'll handle the rest."

"Got it."

Sirius focused on the Bone Dragon, slowly forming a cross with his hands in front of him.

"You can start now. I'll restrain it when it tries to struggle, for at least ten minutes."

The Bone Dragon remained undisturbed, deep in sleep, allowing Sirius to hold off on his actions. He planned to strike the moment it woke up.

Hundreds of zombies swayed as they approached, lining up to face the Bone Dragon.

Control the Bones!

At once, a channelling bar appeared above the heads of the zombie clones.

Fang Heng's retina displayed a series of game prompts:

[Hint: Your zombie clone (normal form) is using the skill Bones' summoning to initiate a soul brand. Please maintain the skill's channeling state; any movement, attack, casting, or being attacked will interrupt this state...]

[Hint: Your zombie clone...]

After more than ten seconds, the game prompts refreshed.

[Hint: Your zombie clone's skill use failed...]

All attempts were unsuccessful!

The Bone Dragon, disturbed from its slumber, felt an unsettling sensation, and two flickering blue flames ignited in its hollow eye sockets.

"Roar!"

The Bone Dragon didn't seem pleased and flapped its wings, attempting to flee.

Fang Heng whispered, "Sirius! Now's the time!"

Sirius furrowed his brow, rapidly channeling his mental strength into the mark on his palm.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!

Fine soul chains materialized, enveloping the Bone Dragon and holding it firmly in place within seconds.

Sirius focused all his power to control the Bone Dragon, veins bulging on his neck as he shouted, "Fang Heng! Hurry!"

"Got it!"

Fang Heng directed the zombie clones to use the summoning skill on the Bone Dragon.

[Hint: Your zombie clone's skill use failed...]

Failed!

Try again!

Failed again!

Again!!!

Bang bang bang!!!

After a relentless fifteen minutes of attempts, the Bone Dragon finally broke free from the soul chains and soared deeper into the Dragon Grave Mountain.

Sirius released his grip and collapsed back onto the pile of bones, looking at Fang Heng.

It was a failure.

The surrounding Dark Clan members also withdrew their gazes from Fang Heng and the swarm of zombies.

The noise was significant, but it turned out to be useless. They had even managed to scare off the Bone Dragon.

How unfortunate!

The Dark Clan members didn't comment further, dispersing to seek other suitable Bone Dragons for recruitment.

Fang Heng lowered his head in thought.

It had failed.

The probability of capturing a Bone Dragon was low.

What could he do to increase efficiency?

Based on the previous experience with the skill, its success rate was tied to his attributes.

Next, it was about stacking probabilities and hoping for luck.

Theoretically, even a 0.00001% chance, multiplied by hundreds or thousands of zombie clones continually trying, would eventually yield results after a day of attempts.