Survival in the Apocalypse: Max Level Drop Rate with Abundant Resources

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The moment the ordinary corpses in the front row stepped into the 100-meter range, Liu Qing suddenly waved his hand.

"put!"

Ranged attacks rained down like a storm. Fireballs, ice spikes, lightning bolts, and arrows—multicolored spells and arrows traced dense trajectories in the air before crashing into the horde of corpses.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fireballs exploded amidst the horde of corpses, blasting many away. Ice spikes pierced the bodies of the rotting corpses, pinning them to the ground. Lightning crackled through the horde, each leap claiming the lives of several more. Arrows flew like locusts, accurately piercing the skulls of the rotting corpses.

The first wave of attacks killed at least thirty ordinary corpses.

But more rotting corpses surged up.

Ordinary zombies stepped over the corpses of their companions to continue forward, elite zombies were mixed in among them, and mutated zombies brought up the rear.

"Second wave, release!"

Another round of ranged attacks.

This time, the effect was significantly worse than the first wave. The elite and mutated zombies had far superior defenses compared to ordinary zombies; fireballs hitting them only scorched a small patch, failing to deliver a fatal blow. Arrows that struck the heavy armored warriors' bone armor were deflected without even leaving a mark.

Liu Qing's face darkened.

This won't do. Ranged attacks are too ineffective against elites and mutants; we need to get the melee teams in the mix to buy time for the ranged attackers to deal damage.

"Melee team, charge!"

The shield warriors raised their shields and advanced with heavy steps. Their shields were more than half a person's height, welded from reinforced concrete and steel plates, and weighed over a hundred pounds. Behind each shield were two offensive players, one thrusting with a spear and the other slashing with a sword.

The moment the rotting corpses collided with the shield array, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The ordinary corpses at the front slammed into the shield, the huge impact sending them staggering backward. Before they could regain their footing, spears pierced through the gaps in the shield, precisely piercing their skulls.

An elite ghoul lunged from the side, its bone blade sweeping across and slamming into a shield, sparks flying. The shield warrior was jolted back two steps, but the shield did not fall. The berserker behind him seized the opportunity to rush out, his battle axe striking the elite ghoul's neck hard, black blood spurting out.

But there were too many rotting corpses.

Ordinary rotting corpses surged forward like a tidal wave, one wave after another. Those in front fell, and those behind continued to charge, trampling over the corpses. The shield formation began to deform under the impact of the horde of corpses, and the shield warriors were forced to retreat. It wasn't that they wanted to retreat; the strength of the rotting corpses was simply too great.

"Hold on!" Liu Qing's voice boomed across the battlefield. "Don't retreat! Not a single step!"

The shield warriors gritted their teeth, bracing their shields with their shoulders, and doing everything in their power to maintain their formation. Behind them, the damage dealers unleashed a furious barrage of attacks: spear thrusts, sword slashes, magical bombardments, and a hail of arrows.

But the rotting corpses kept pouring in.

Moreover, those mutated corpses finally made their move.

The heavily armored warrior lowered its head, aimed its toughest skull armor at the shield formation, and charged forward like a raging bull. Its speed wasn't fast, but each step shook the ground, and the oppressive force made the shield warriors at the front turn pale.

"Stop it!" Liu Qing shouted sternly.

Three shield warriors simultaneously raised their shields, blocking the path of the heavy armored warriors' charge.

"boom!"

The moment the heavy armored warrior slammed into the shield, the immense impact sent all three shield warriors flying. The shield shattered, and the warriors were sent hurtling to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The shield wall has a gap.

The rotting corpses swarmed in.

Zhao Xiaodao roared and charged forward, carrying his battle axe. His body instantly swelled, veins bulged, and his eyes glowed crimson. Berserk!

With a sweeping swing of his battle axe, he cleaved an elite zombie in two at the waist. Black blood spurted out, and entrails spilled onto the ground. He didn't stop; the battle axe swung again, splitting another ordinary zombie that lunged at him in two.

But more rotting corpses poured in through the gap.

With a wave of her staff, Su Muqing conjured a wall of fire at the breach, temporarily blocking the oncoming horde of corpses. However, the fire wall could only hold for a few seconds; after that, the corpses would leap over the bodies of their fallen comrades and charge forward.

Liu Qing drew her twin daggers and vanished into the shadows. The next second, she appeared behind a Darkwing Predator, both daggers plunging into its nape. Black blood spurted out, and the Darkwing Predator let out a mournful roar, its wings flapping wildly, trying to shake her off. But Liu Qing clung tightly to the daggers, her body pressed against its back, unable to shake it off.

A few seconds later, the Darkwing Predator's struggles weakened, and it finally collapsed to the ground.

Liu Qing drew his dagger, panting heavily.

She glanced at the battlefield, her expression growing increasingly grim.

The number of rotting corpses continued to rise, and their own men began to suffer casualties. Three shield warriors were severely wounded, a berserker had his arm severed by the Boneblade Butcher, and a mage was lifted into the air by a Darkwing Predator and fell dead.

If reinforcements don't arrive soon, the core will be breached sooner or later.

Liu Qing gritted her teeth and looked at the messenger beside her: "Has the alarm been sent out?"

The messenger's face was deathly pale: "It's been sent out, but... but there are rotting corpses everywhere outside, the message can't get through at all. The alarm can only send signals, I don't know if the people outside will be able to receive them."

Liu Qing fell silent. The alarm was an emergency communication device installed by the military in the core area; once pressed, it would send the highest-level alert to the entire city of Kyoto. However, the problem was whether those outside would receive it, and whether they would arrive in time—all of this was uncertain.

She took a deep breath and gripped her two daggers tightly.

do not care.

Stay until the very last moment.

"Brothers!" Liu Qing's voice boomed across the battlefield, "Reinforcements are on their way! Hold the line!"

More than a hundred players roared in unison, greatly boosting their morale.

The shield array closed again, and the damage dealers unleashed their fury, while the assassins weaved through the horde of corpses to reap the rewards.

But Liu Qing knew that this was only temporary.

Blood flowed in the streets.

It wasn't just the black blood of rotting corpses, but also the blood of humans.

The core battlefield of Kyoto has become a meat grinder.

Of the more than one hundred players who ranked in the top 100 of the tournament, nearly a third have already fallen. Those names that once dominated the arena now lie in pools of blood.

But those who are alive are still fighting.

Zhao Xiaodao was covered in blood, indistinguishable between the blood of the rotting corpses and his own. He could no longer lift his left arm; a deep, bone-revealing wound had been ripped open by the bone blade of a bone-bladed butcher, the flesh torn open to expose the white bone beneath. But he did not retreat; his right hand still gripped the battle axe, hacking away at the surging corpses.

His berserk state had long since ended, and a wave of weakness washed over him, but he gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to collapse. Behind him lay the heart of Kyoto; retreat would mean the complete fall of the city.

" "Damn it!" Zhao Xiaodao roared, sweeping his battle axe across and cleaving a common, decaying corpse that lunged at him in half. Black blood splattered all over his face, but he didn't even blink.

Su Muqing leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Her mental energy was almost depleted, and the crystal at the top of her staff was dim and lifeless. She had long since run out of energy-restoring potions in her storage space, and now she couldn't even cast a single fireball.

But she didn't lie down. She drew a short knife from her waist, gripped it tightly, and stared intently at the battlefield. If any corpses rushed towards her, she would use this knife to pierce their throats.

Liu Qing's condition wasn't much better. Her twin daggers were dulled, her dark red leather armor was torn in several places, and there was a claw mark on her left shoulder, still oozing blood. She was breathing rapidly, but she didn't flinch.

She had already killed four elites and two mutants, and her merit points had increased from zero to over three hundred. But the price she paid was that her physical strength was almost exhausted and her mental energy was on the verge of depletion.

But the rotting corpses kept coming in.

One after another, wave after wave, the rotting corpses poured out from the end of the street. They were like endless waves, each one more ferocious and dense than the last.

The shield wall had collapsed. It wasn't that the shield warriors weren't brave enough; the shields themselves had shattered. Those reinforced concrete shields, under the relentless assault of the heavy infantry, were crumbling piece by piece. The shield warriors used their bodies to block the onslaught of the rotting corpses, but how could flesh and blood withstand those monsters?

A shield warrior was knocked away by a heavy armored figure, all his ribs broken, blood gushing from his mouth. He struggled to get up, but as soon as he propped himself up, a common rotting corpse pounced on him and bit his throat.

"ah……!"

The screams abruptly stopped.

Another shield warrior raised his shattered shield and stood before the core of Kyoto. His shield was reduced to half, but he didn't retreat an inch. The claws of a rotting corpse tore open his chest; he groaned and, with his last strength, plunged his spear into the corpse's head.

Then, he slowly collapsed.

Liu Qing's eyes were bloodshot, but she couldn't afford to be distracted. She was the temporary commander here, and if she lost her composure, the rest of the people would be even less able to hold on.

"Contract the defenses!" Her voice was hoarse. "Retreat to within fifty meters of the core! Everyone, retreat!"

The surviving players began to retreat towards the core. Zhao Xiaodao, dragging his battle axe, staggered backward. Su Muqing was supported as she moved with difficulty. Several assassins emerged from the shadows, covered in wounds, limping back.

Fifty meters.

This is the last line of defense.

Behind them lay the heart of Kyoto; there was nowhere to retreat.

The rotting corpses swarmed forward, ordinary corpses trampling over the bodies of their companions to charge ahead, elite corpses following closely behind, and mutated corpses bringing up the rear. The giant beast leader remained motionless, standing at the end of the street, its scarlet eyes fixed on them, as if waiting for something.

Liu Qing gripped the blunted blades of his double daggers and took a deep breath.

"Brothers," her voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached everyone present, "Today, we may not be able to go back."

No one speaks.

"But even in death, we must die with dignity." She raised her head, her gaze sweeping over every face. "Don't let those beasts look down on us."

The others gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with resolve, not fear.

More than a hundred people were facing hundreds of rotting corpses, with nowhere to retreat.

Just as everyone was preparing for a final desperate attempt, a silver-gray figure swiftly swept past the edge of the battlefield.

Nobody noticed.

Because that figure was too fast, weaving through the horde of corpses, each flash accompanied by the fall of an elite rotting corpse.

The Asura Spear pierced the head of a Bone Blade Butcher, black blood spurting out. The figure didn't pause; he withdrew the spear, turned, and the next thrust pierced the heart of another Darkwing Predator.

Mingying.

He's here.

This was the order Shen Xi gave him.

Therefore, Mingying has been lying in wait on the only road leading from the Northwest Second District to the core of Kyoto.

Shen Xi's judgment was accurate: of the four directions, the East District was relatively safe with Lord Wu'an in charge; the South District was safe with Shen Xi personally going there; so the only possible places for accidents were the West District and the North District.

The western district has the fewest rotting corpses and the strongest defenses. The northern district has the most complex terrain and weakest defenses; although General Sun is experienced, his forces are insufficient. If the rotting corpses were to break through from any direction, the northern district would be the most likely.

But Shen Xi didn't dare to gamble.

Therefore, he had Mingying lie in ambush on the main transportation routes in the Northwest Second District. No matter which direction a breach occurred, Mingying could arrive at the core to provide support immediately.

As it turned out, his judgment was correct.

The North District has fallen.

General Sun fought desperately, but the sheer number of corpses was overwhelming. Ordinary corpses, elite corpses, mutated corpses—wave after wave, seemingly endless. After holding out for two hours, the defensive line was finally breached. Hundreds of corpses poured in through the gap, traversing the streets of the northern district, heading straight for the heart of Kyoto.

Mingying spotted them immediately and charged into the horde of corpses, beginning a frenzied slaughter.

The battle in the Eastern District continues, and Lord Wu'an needs support. As for Mingying, he should be able to handle things well.

The core battlefield of Kyoto at this moment.

Mingying weaved through the horde of corpses, each thrust of his Asura Spear claiming the life of an elite rotting corpse. He was too fast; the corpses couldn't react at all.

[Servant "Shadow" has killed a level 12 elite corpse, gaining 85 experience and 12 merit points!]

[Servant "Shadow" has killed a level 11 elite corpse, gaining 78 experience and 10 merit points!]

[Servant "Shadow" has killed a level 13 elite corpse, gaining 92 experience and 14 merit points!]

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Mingying's gaze pierced through the layers of corpses and landed on the rotting corpse leader at the end of the street.

That rotting corpse leader is very powerful.

Killing it will greatly reduce the zombies' offensive.