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

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"Click."

The crisp sound of the axe blade clashing with the shield still echoed in the arena when the Ironwall Lord's severed arm, along with the massive tower shield, slammed to the ground with a dull thud. Black blood gushed from the severed wound, appearing particularly glaring against the golden light.

Shen Xi sidestepped the Iron Wall Lord's swinging warhammer, and the Pangu Axe drew a dark golden arc in the air before slashing down again.

The Ironwall Lord let out a mournful roar, instinctively raising its remaining right arm to block. But it was too slow; its 55 points of agility were like a snail crawling against Shen Xi's 164 points of agility.

"clang!"

The warhammer was knocked away by the Pangu Axe, spinning several times in the air before slamming heavily onto the edge of the arena, its head deeply embedded in the ground. The Ironwall Lord's right arm was also numbed by the impact, his hand split open, and black blood dripped from his fingers.

Shen Xi gave it no chance to catch its breath.

Whirlwind Triple Slash, activated!

His body instantly began to spin, the Pangu Axe drawing three deadly arcs in the air. In the first arc, the axe light exploded, shattering the Iron Wall Lord's chest armor and extinguishing the runes. In the second arc, the axe blade tore open its abdomen, black blood gushing forth. In the third arc, with a 160% damage bonus, the Pangu Axe's blade precisely cleaved into its neck.

"Click."

Cervical spine fracture.

The head, clad in a fully enclosed helmet, drooped at an eerie angle, connected only by a layer of skin and flesh. The Ironwall Lord's body stiffened for a moment, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The massive, two-meter-tall body crashed onto the ring, raising clouds of dust.

[Defeat 1 level 22 Silver Lord "Ironwall Lord" to gain 800 experience points and 180 merit points!]

The "All Things Return to Storage" event was automatically triggered, and the light sphere fell into the storage space. But Shen Xi wasn't paying attention to that at the moment.

[Pangu Axe - Devouring effect activated! Permanently steals 1% of the target's all attributes!]

[Strength +2!]

[Spirit +2!]

Agility +2!

[Constitution +2!]

A warm current surged through Shen Xi's body. She clenched her fist, feeling the power within her surge once again.

He looked down at the Ironwall Lord's corpse. Besides the orb that always dropped upon death, there was an exceptionally bright light hovering above the corpse. That was a rare item that only special corpses could drop.

Shen Xi reached out and scooped it up.

【Name: Iron Wall Helmet】

[Type: Armor - Head]

[Quality: Silver]

[Defense: 28-35]

【Special Effect 1: Iron Wall - Reduces damage taken from physical attacks by 10%】

[Special Effect 2: Resilience - Constitution +8, Strength +5]

【Special Effect 3: Unyielding - When health is below 30%, defense increases by 30%】

[Description: Forged from the skull of the Ironwall Lord, it contains his will in life. Wear it, and you will be as indestructible as an iron wall.]

Shen Xi raised an eyebrow slightly.

This silver-grade headgear has a defense cap of 35 points, which is more than ten points higher than the Shadow Hat he's currently wearing. All three of its effects are also quite useful: 10% physical damage reduction, +8 Constitution, +5 Strength, and an additional 30% defense when health is below 30%.

Without a word, he removed the Shadow Hat and put on the Iron Wall Battle Helmet. He then tossed the Shadow Hat directly to the Primordial Pearl for absorption.

Strength: 151 + 15 = 166

[Physical Fitness: 151 + 18 = 169]

Shen Xi stretched her neck; the Iron Wall Helmet fit her head snugly, its weight just right, not obstructing her vision or movement. She nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at the area below the arena.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Below the arena, on the side of the rotting corpses, three monarch-level rotting corpses were doing something he had never seen before.

The largest monarch-level corpse stood at the very back, its crimson eyes fixed on Shen Xi on the arena, filled with fear and rage. The other two monarch-level corpses, the slender one in a dark gold robe and the shapeless black mist, sat facing each other on the ground.

Their movements are extremely strange.

The two monarch-level corpses simultaneously closed their eyes, crossed their hands over their chests, and made a gesture resembling prayer. Then, they began to whisper, their voices hoarse and deep, like some kind of ancient incantation.

The aura emanating from them began to change.

It wasn't the killing intent before a battle, but a deeper energy fluctuation from the very source of life. That fluctuation filled Shen Xi with an instinctive aversion.

"What are they doing?" Wu Anjun's voice came from below the stage, equally full of doubt.

No one could answer him.

Because no one has ever seen such a thing before.

Shen Xi stared at the two monarch-level corpses, his mind churning with memories of his previous life. In the ten years of the apocalypse, he had seen countless corpses: elites, leaders, lords, and kings.

But he had never seen such a ceremony before.

The bodies of the two monarch-level corpses began to tremble. Their heads began to swell. Not in a normal, muscular way, but in a bizarre, outward-expanding deformation. Blood vessels bulged under their scalps, veins writhed like earthworms, and their heads visibly expanded.

Then, black blood seeped from their seven orifices.

Black blood flowed from the corners of their eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouths, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling, corrosive sound.

【Revenge War - Battle Rules】

[Current Match: Match 2 has ended]

[The Corpse faction must send out their third player within 10 seconds!]

The countdown begins. 10, 9, 8...

Below the arena, the ritual of the two monarch-level corpses continued.

Their heads swelled to their limit, at least twice their normal size. Their skin was stretched transparent, revealing the twisted blood vessels and writhing muscles beneath. Black blood seeped from every pore, staining their faces an eerie blackish-red.

Then, their scalps began to twitch.

It wasn't the kind of muscle spasms or wriggling, but rather like something was burrowing under the skin. It started from the forehead, moved backward, over the top of the head, over the back of the head, and finally stopped in the very center of the top of the head.

"puff."

A muffled thud.

The scalp of that long, monarch-level corpse burst open from the very center of its head. Not burst open, but rather as if ripped open from the inside, leaving a gruesome gash. Black blood gushed from the rift, splattering the black mist beside it.

But what's even more terrifying is what lies beneath the crack.

It wasn't a skull, nor brain matter, but a white, still-wriggling mass... a brain.

The brain of that monarch-level corpse was exposed to the air. It wasn't encased in the skull but directly exposed, its surface covered with a dense network of blood vessels and nerves. The blood vessels were pulsating, the nerves were twitching, and the entire brain seemed to be breathing, rhythmically expanding and contracting.

Shen Xi felt a churning in her stomach.

But before he could recover, a second muffled thud followed.

"puff."

The monarch-level corpse within the black mist also exploded, its head bursting open. Its "face," which had never had a fixed shape, was now completely distorted. The ever-changing mask shattered into countless fragments, revealing a similarly white brain beneath. Its brain was larger than the slender monarch-level one, with thicker blood vessels and a faster pulsating frequency.

The two monarch-level corpses lost all life the moment their heads exploded.

Their limbs stiffened, their bodies rigid, and then they slowly fell, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust. Their scarlet eyes remained open, but the light within them had been completely extinguished.

died.

Two monarch-level corpses died just like that.

Below the arena, the largest monarch-level corpse stood at the very back, its crimson eyes fixed on the two corpses on the ground. There was no sadness, no hesitation in its eyes, only a kind of almost insane determination.

"For the sake of the community."

Its voice was deep, as if squeezed from the depths of its throat.

Then, it stepped forward.

He walked up to the first corpse, squatted down, and stretched out his giant hand covered with dark red bone armor.

It seized the exposed brain of the long, monarch-level corpse.

The white, brittle brain was still writhing, still pulsating, its surface veins still supplying the last vestiges of energy. The monarch-level corpse clenched its fist and yanked hard.

"Tear".

The brain was ripped entirely out of the cranial cavity. It was still attached to the brainstem, the spinal cord, and countless severed nerves and blood vessels. Black blood gushed from the ruptures, splattering all over it.

It didn't stop.

He cupped the still-beating brain in his hands, opened his mouth, and stuffed it inside.

chew.

"Click, click, click."

The sounds of bones cracking, brain matter splattering, and blood vessels being severed blended into a chilling cacophony. Black blood spilled from its mouth, dripping down its chin and onto its dark gold robe.

The entire room fell silent.

Lord Wu'an's face turned from ashen to deathly pale.

Others couldn't stand it either.

The ceremony is still ongoing.

After swallowing the first brain, the monarch-level corpse walked to the second corpse, squatted down, and did the same. Its giant hand grabbed the brain that was peeking out from the black mist, pulled it out forcefully, and stuffed it into its mouth.

This time, it chewed even faster.

"Click, click, click."

The sound echoed in the deathly silent arena, like some ancient, bloody ritual.

Both brains were swallowed whole.

The monarch-level corpse stood up, raised its head, opened its mouth, and let out a low, long howl. The sound was not a roar or a howl, but a deeper tremor from the very source of life.

Then, its body began to change.

On the dark red bone armor, the blood-red runes began to swirl wildly, faster and brighter. Its muscles began to swell, veins bulging, and its entire body grew taller at a visible speed. From 2.5 meters, to 2.8 meters, to 3 meters, to 3.2 meters.

Behind it, two thick bone spikes pierced through its body, extending from its shoulder blades all the way to its waist. The tips of the bone spikes curved, like the wings of a demon.

Its hands transformed from bone blades into an even more ferocious form. Its five fingers were spread out, with half-meter-long claws at the tips, and dark golden light flowed across the claws.

Its head, with its four bony horns, became even thicker, as if it were wearing a crown.

The rotting tyrant stood below the arena, head bowed, panting heavily. Its body was still changing; the runes on its bone armor were still flowing, and its muscles were still swelling. But it had stopped chewing and simply stood there, as if waiting for something.

"Not enough," it said in a hoarse, low voice. "Still not enough."

"Not enough," it said in a hoarse, low voice. "Still not enough."

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"Not enough," it said in a hoarse, low voice. "Still not enough."