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

But just as Mingying was about to charge at the leader of the rotting corpses, he sensed an unusual fluctuation. The fluctuation came from the depths of the black mist, carrying an indescribable sense of majesty and oppression.

Monarch-level rotting corpse.

It found him.

Instantly, the corpses on the battlefield began to change formation. The ordinary corpses no longer charged blindly, but began to systematically surround Mingying. Elite corpses flanked him from both sides, while mutated corpses blocked his retreat. The corpse leader slowly retreated to a safer position.

They wanted to surround and kill him.

Mingying knew that the lurking Corpse Lord had begun targeting him. He gripped the Asura Spear tightly, his gaze sweeping across his surroundings. At least a hundred Corpses were closing in on him, and the number was still increasing.

At the same time, Shen Xi, who was on her way to the East District, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

It was posted by Mingying.

Their consciousnesses were connected, and he could sense Mingying's condition. At this moment, Mingying was surrounded by hundreds of rotting corpses, and was being surrounded by even more.

Shen Xi stopped abruptly.

"Monarch-level..." he murmured, a cold glint in his eyes, "After witnessing Suzaku's strength, he didn't run away!"

The monarch-like corpse discovered Mingying. Knowing Mingying's strength far surpassed that of ordinary players, it prioritized eliminating this threat.

Shen Xi took a deep breath and issued a command to Ming Ying through the mental connection.

"Don't linger in the fight, break free, and head to the heart of Kyoto first."

"The core defenses are about to collapse; you need to go there and hold them off. Wait for reinforcements."

The moment the order was given, Mingying moved.

The Asura Domain, unfold!

A dark red light emanated from Mingying, instantly enveloping an area of ​​twenty meters in radius. Within this domain, the surrounding corpses suffered a 20% reduction in all attributes and were subjected to true damage equal to 1% of their maximum health per second. Their movements visibly slowed, their bluish-gray skin began to crack, and black blood seeped from the fissures.

Mingying did not linger in the fight.

He lifted the Lion's Fortress, shield facing forward, and charged towards the weakest point of the rotting corpse like a heavy truck.

A heavily armored creature blocked his path, lowered its head, and aimed its bone armor at him.

Mingying did not slow down.

On the Lion Wall, the relief of the golden lion suddenly lit up.

The lion roars, activate!

Defense +50%, taunts all enemies within 10 meters.

The heavily armored creature, mocked, charged at him madly. Mingying sidestepped its charge, while simultaneously thrusting the Shura Spear from the side, precisely piercing the gap in the armor on the back of its neck.

"Snap!"

Black blood spurted out. The heavily armored warrior's body stiffened for a moment, then he crashed to the ground.

Mingying drew her gun and continued charging forward.

A darkwing predator swooped down from overhead, its wings folded, like a black cannonball. Mingying didn't turn his head; the Lion's Barrier was raised above his head.

"clang!"

Claws gripped the shield, sparks flying. The Darkwing Predator was thrown back by the recoil, tumbling twice in the air. Before it could regain its footing, Mingying's Asura Spear had already flown out of its hand.

The spearhead pierced its chest, pinning it to the wall.

Mingying rushed forward, drew her gun, and continued charging.

His speed increased rapidly, and the swarming corpses couldn't stop him at all. He activated his Asura Domain to its fullest extent, his Lion Barrier deflecting all attacks, and each thrust of the Asura Spear claimed a life.

His merit points are skyrocketing.

one hundred.

two hundred.

three hundred.

five hundred.

eight hundred.

one thousand.

Mingying fought her way out of the horde of corpses and ran wildly toward the heart of Kyoto.

Behind them, the rotting corpse leader roared angrily and led the horde of corpses in pursuit.

But Mingying is faster.

His speed was more than twice as fast as those rotting corpses.

The core battlefield in Kyoto.

Liu Qing's final strike pierced the skull of an ordinary, decaying corpse. The corpse twitched twice before collapsing limply.

She pulled out the dagger and gasped for breath.

I have no strength left.

Her daggers were chipped, her leather armor was torn, and she was covered in wounds. Her vision began to blur, and her ears were ringing—signs of excessive blood loss.

She could barely stand.

Because the core is right behind you.

Zhao Xiaodao knelt on one knee, his battle axe stuck in the ground beside his feet, panting heavily. His left arm was completely useless, hanging limply at his side like a boneless tube. But his right hand still gripped the axe handle, his eyes fixed intently ahead.

Su Muqing leaned against a half-concrete wall, a short knife held horizontally in front of her chest. Her glasses were long since shattered, blurring her vision, but her ears could still hear. The roars, the footsteps, the scraping of claws against the ground—all told her: the corpses were still there, the battle was not over.

Fewer than fifty are still alive.

There are at least a thousand rotting corpses.

Ordinary corpses, elite corpses, and mutated corpses, layered upon each other, densely packed, completely surrounding the last fifty people. They didn't rush to attack, as if waiting for something.

Liu Qing knew what they were waiting for.

They were waiting for the rotting corpse leader.

The monster, having failed to catch Mingying, stood at the end of the street, its crimson eyes fixed on them. It was waiting for the rotting corpses to wear them down, for them to be exhausted, before making its move.

"Damn it..." Zhao Xiaodao cursed, "These bastards are pretty smart."

Su Muqing smiled wryly: "With even more powerful corpses commanding them, how could they not be intelligent?"

Liu Qing didn't speak. She simply gripped her dagger tightly and stared at the giant beast leader.

It's moving.

The colossal beast leader strode heavily toward the core. Each step it took caused the ground to tremble slightly. It was a size larger than the previous heavily armored warriors, its entire body covered in dark golden bone armor.

Three curved bone horns on its head gleamed with a chilling light under the streetlights.

Level 19 leader.

This is the highest-level rotting corpse that has appeared so far.

Liu Qing took a deep breath, about to say her last words...

A dark shadow flew in from the sky.

A jet-black spear, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, shot out from the darkness and landed precisely three meters in front of the core. The spearhead pierced through an elite corpse that was about to pounce on the core, pinning it to the ground.

The elite corpse didn't even have time to scream before its body froze. Black blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the gun and pooling on the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, a shield flew out of the darkness. The enormous shield spun in the air, whistling through the air, and landed precisely in front of the core. The shield hit the ground with a dull thud.

Lion Barrier.

With the shield facing outwards, it completely blocked the core of Kyoto from view.

A figure emerged from the darkness.

Standing two meters tall, his silver-gray uniform shimmered with faint starlight, and his hood obscured most of his face. He stepped onto the edge of the shield, leaped to its top, and stood there.

The Asura Spear was pulled from the corpse of the elite rotting corpse, spun twice in the air, and landed steadily back in his hand.

Mingying.

he came.

Liu Qing's pupils contracted slightly. She looked at the figure standing on the shield, at the black spear, at the shield protecting the core behind him, and her eyes suddenly stung.

"Mingying..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Zhao Xiaodao stared blankly at the figure, then grinned, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Damn... reinforcements have finally arrived... and they're such powerful beings..."

The surviving players, their eyes red with relief, had finally received reinforcements after holding on for so long and losing so many lives.

No, I should say savior.

Mingying stood atop his shield, the Asura Spear held horizontally across his chest, his deep eyes sweeping over the surging corpses. His body was still stained with black blood, the marks left from his rampage through the North District.

He looked up at the rotting corpse leader at the end of the street.

The leader of the rotting corpses was also looking at him.

A man and a corpse, separated by hundreds of meters, stared at each other.

Then, Mingying moved.

He leaped off his shield, thrusting his Asura Spear forward, the tip aimed straight at the nearest elite corpse. The elite corpse didn't even have time to react before its head was pierced.

Black blood spurted out.

Mingying drew her gun, turned around, and thrust her second shot into the heart of another elite corpse.

His speed was astonishing; he weaved through the horde of corpses, each strike claiming the life of an elite zombie. He didn't bother killing the ordinary zombies, only the elites and mutants. Because those were the greatest threat to the core.

The Asura Domain is always open!

A dark red light exploded from Mingying's body, enveloping an area of ​​twenty meters in radius. Within the domain, all the rotting corpses had their attributes reduced by 20%, and suffered true damage equal to 1% of their maximum health per second. Ordinary rotting corpses couldn't last more than ten seconds within the domain, and even elite rotting corpses could only endure a little longer.

Mingying rampaged through the horde of corpses, and wherever the Shura Spear passed, swathes of rotting corpses fell.

Liu Qing watched the figure fighting among the corpses, took a deep breath, and gripped his dagger tightly.

"Brothers!" Her voice was hoarse but full of energy, "Mingying is here, can Taichu be far behind? Kill them all!"

"kill!!!"

The surviving players roared in unison, their morale soaring. Those who had been exhausted seemed to be infused with new strength, gripping their weapons and charging towards the rotting corpses.

Zhao Xiaodao raised his battle axe, cleaving a common rotting corpse in two with a single blow, roaring, "Mingying! You finally came, you bastard! I almost died!"

Mingying did not answer. He pierced the wing of a Darkwing Predator with his spear, pinning it to the ground, then turned and swept his shield across, sending three ordinary rotting corpses flying.

Su Muqing drank the energy-restoring potion she had just obtained, and the crystal at the top of her staff lit up again. She took a deep breath, waved her staff, and a wall of fire rose behind the horde of corpses, blocking the rotting zombies that tried to flank her.

"Anyone else in the ranged attack group who can fight?" she shouted.

Seven or eight people raised their hands.

"Beat them! Beat them to death!"

Fireballs, ice spikes, lightning bolts, and arrows once again flew out from the core direction, crashing into the horde of corpses. Although their power was much less than before, each shot could still take the life of an ordinary rotting corpse.

The situation on the battlefield began to reverse.

It wasn't because Mingying killed so many corpses, but because his arrival restored everyone's morale.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from the end of the street.

The footsteps weren't those of rotting corpses; they were those of humans.

Liu Qing turned her head sharply, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

A large group of over five thousand men charged in from the south. Leading them was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. His military uniform was stained with black blood, and he carried a still-dripping sword.

General Wang.

The reinforcements from the southern district have arrived.

"Brothers!" General Wang's voice boomed across the battlefield, "The Southern District is safe! The Primordial God has wiped out all the rotting corpses in the Southern District! Now, it's our turn to support the core!"

Thousands of people roared in unison and charged towards the horde of corpses.

The rotting corpses that were originally besieging the core were now attacked from both sides. In front of them were Mingying and the core guards, behind them were General Wang's thousands of reinforcements, and on both sides were ranged attacks blocking their path.

Their formation began to crumble.

Ordinary zombies scattered and fled, elite zombies were picked off one by one by Mingying, and mutated zombies struggled in the crowd, but were quickly overwhelmed.

The rotting corpse leader let out an angry roar and charged towards Mingying with heavy steps.

Mingying did not retreat.

He gripped the Asura Spear tightly and charged towards the corpse leader.

One person and one corpse, colliding head-on.