The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 31: Chapter 31, Three Dogs_1

Translator: 549690339

Looking at the yellow-brown bullets, Wu Heng felt himself becoming whole again.

Since their ammo ran out in Mining Village, stepping outside had become less reassuring.

Besides, Black Stone Town wasn’t as safe as it seemed on the surface.

This was, after all, a world of professionals, where peace was only an illusion.

The increased patrols in the city, as well as task forces supporting the patrols, made it clear that things were getting dangerous.

Even though his squad wasn’t required to join the patrols, having more means to defend themselves was essential.

Now that they had bullets, they might not be able to handle powerful enemies, but dealing with wanted criminals shouldn’t be too hard.

Inside the safe, apart from boxes of bullets,

there were several handguns with tags on them, which were probably meant for distribution but hadn’t been distributed yet and were stored together.

First, he loaded his own gun full of bullets.

Then, he packed all the bullets and handguns into his backpack.

After emptying the safe, he hung the bag on a skeleton’s back.

Besides the safe full of bullets, the room also contained other police tools, such as handcuffs, metal flashlights, rubber clubs, and a plastic shield similar to a riot shield.

These hadn’t been kept in the safe and were just lying around.

They seemed useless to him.

But since he was here, he thought he might as well take them.

He put the small items into the backpack and let the skeleton hold the shield.

Then, he headed downstairs.

As he descended the stairs, the smell of burnt flesh hit him.

The fires from the Grease Skill had vanished, leaving charred bodies on the ground.

At the doorway, the fight was still raging on.

The few remaining zombies were charging towards the spear array formed by the skeletons.

They were pierced through their bodies and fell to the ground.

As time slowly passed, the last zombie fell and the place became completely quiet.

Only the distant sound of car horns was still incessantly ringing in the air.

But all the nearby zombies had likely been attracted to it by now, and no new zombies were appearing.

With the skeletons moving the bodies blocking the door, Wu Heng started using his Bone Manipulation Skill.

One by one, skeletons rose and slowly entered the queue behind them.

It wasn’t till dusk that they stopped converting bodies.

Wu Heng didn’t plan on staying here any longer. This might be the security bureau, but overall, it wasn’t as safe as the residential building.

If a special Mutated Zombie or any other monster showed up, everything he owned might be lost here.

Looking at the bodies on the ground that hadn’t been converted, Wu Heng couldn’t bear to leave them behind.

“Pick up the bodies.”

Under Wu Heng’s command, the skeletons hoisted up the bodies.

They formed a corpse transportation line and returned the same way they came.

They moved the zombie pressing on the steering wheel, positioning its body upright.

The shrill car horn finally stopped.

The silence returned.

The skeletal squad, carrying blood-soaked bodies, passed through the area where the vehicles were wrecked and returned to the housing complex where they lived.

The bodies were left on the ground floor, the door of the staircase firmly shut.

Wu Heng returned to Black Stone Town.

Black Stone Town.

Wu Heng bought dinner at a tavern and brought it back to his place.

He took out the braised chicken drumsticks, sausages, peanuts, and opened a can of Happy Water.

Looking at the dinner on his table, he nodded with satisfaction.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money for a better meal, but the tavern’s food just didn’t have the taste of the past.

As he ate and drank, he couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgia for the life he once had.

Those were the days when he could laze around watching videos daily, eating and drinking as he wished.

He often fantasized about having an extraordinary life back then.

Now, it seemed that those monotonous days were a luxury that only the privileged in this world could afford.

Ah, damn apocalypse!

After having a hearty meal, Wu Heng took out another handgun, filled it with bullets, and handed it to Basen, “Do you know how to use it?”

Basen took it, and flipped it over in his hands

Wu Heng pointed to the gun and explained, “This is the safety, once it’s off you can shoot at the enemy. It works the same way as a crossbow, you aim here, and fire directly at close range.”

Basen listened carefully, absorbing the new knowledge.

He was adept with a crossbow, so learning how to use a handgun wouldn’t be too hard.

Then he picked up the handgun, tried to unlock the safety, and aimed at the wooden target in the corner.

After Wu Heng advised him not to waste bullets, he returned to the table to reload the empty magazines.

There were several guns, all of the same model.

The magazines were meant for him. If a real fight broke out, he could swap magazines instead of clumsily loading one bullet at a time.

As it turned out, scavenging the public security bureau was the right decision.

Although there were only handgun bullets for now, it was enough.

If he got hold of rifles or rocket launchers in the future, he wondered if he could form a special Skeleton unit, each member armed with an AK.

In an era like this, using cold weapons was somewhat absurd.

After reloading several magazines, dusk gradually descended.

Once he made sure no one was coming to find him, he opened the boundary door and called Jianyi over.

He began to instruct himself in swordsmanship again.

Ever since he learned that he could unlock weapon specialties through the panel, he had developed an increased curiosity towards weapon training.

It felt like playing a game and unlocking achievements.

After adjusting his stance, Wu Heng started to swing the iron sword in sync with Jianyi.

Meanwhile, Basen continued exploring the handgun on the side.

The next day, Zombie World.

Wu Heng went to the rooftop and checked the level of the spear-wielding Skeleton.

Aside from the very first Skeleton, two more had reached level three.

The level progress was visible.

He could form a Spear Array to draw in enemies and increase his and the Skeletons’ levels.

This method was relatively safe and efficient.

After distributing kitchen knives to newly transformed Skeletons, Wu Heng led his skeleton army down the stairs.

Upon leaving the stairwell, there were five or six dismembered zombies growling and lurching his way.

How were there more zombies?

He had already cleaned up his building three or four times. Where did they wander off from?

“Attack!” Wu Heng gave the command.

Crash!

Without any formation, the Skeleton Warriors stormed forward, cutting down every zombie that tried to approach.

Wu Heng went to the pile of zombies bodies he didn’t finish transforming yesterday and continued.

The Skeletons stood up one by one and walked into the ranks at the rear.

In the afternoon.

After the transformation of the bodies was completed.

He led his Skeleton army once more to clear out the residential buildings to the east.

As soon as they threw open the door to the complex, the Skeletons piled in, killing the zombies inside.

Once he confirmed it was safe, Wu Heng began to loot.

Soon it was evening, and Wu Heng returned to the roof with his Skeletons, ready to go back to Black Stone Town for dinner.

arranging his troop of Skeletons for a standby, he was about to leave using the boundary door.

Suddenly, there were roars of zombies and the sound of chaos from below.

Wu Heng peered down from the edge of the roof.

He saw three gigantic Mutated Dogs leading more than twenty zombies running in his direction.

They ran a few steps, then turned to wait for the trailing zombies.

“So it was you who lured them here.”

The few dismembered zombies found this morning had been led here by them.

The three Mutated Dogs were huge.

One of them, with black fur and a lean frame, had a narrow head, a long neck, and tall, straight limbs.

After the mutation, this shape was far from the usual canine form, looking more like a black, dog-headed horse.

It was somewhat ridiculous.

“Why did you three come here?”

These three were the same Mutated Dogs he had encountered at a small plaza down south. But this time, they had wandered over here and even brought some zombies with them.

He looked at the three dogs playing with the zombies below, then glanced at Teddy squatting nearby, also looking down.

The skeletal tail wagged like a fan.

“Can we bait them and kill them?”