The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 697 – 697 565 Skeleton Stab

Chapter 697: Chapter 565: Skeleton Stab-proof Vest Chapter 697: Chapter 565: Skeleton Stab-proof Vest Wu Heng looked at Qiangzi's blueprints.

The blueprint carrying the machine gun wasn't about mounting the machine gun on the dragon's back, but hanging it underneath the Bone Dragon's belly.

At a slanted angle pointing downwards.

The second picture was of the oil-spraying Flying Dragon, which was drawn quite simplistically, demonstrating flames spewing from its mouth.

“For this oil burner, what if the flames, following the oil pipe, explode? And if the flame is too strong and the bodies are burned to ash, we won't be able to turn them into Skeletons anymore,” Wu Heng said.

“What about this machine gun idea then?”

“The machine gun seems fine, but why hang it underneath?”

Qiangzi explained, “Mounted on the dragon's back, the machine gun would have a hard time tilting at a steep angle downwards. Plus, the city has many tall buildings, making it difficult to target Zombies in the streets, so it's more convenient to hang it below.”

“How is it controlled?”

“A Humanoid Skeleton sits on the dragon's back and adjusts the direction and firing through something like a handlebar. I have a sketch of it here,” Qiangzi said as he flipped another page.

A Humanoid Skeleton, sitting on the dragon's back with handlebars in hand, could control the machine gun below.

It's similar to riding a bicycle; twisting the handlebar adjusts the direction of the wheels.

“I feel it's pretty good, worth looking into,” Wu Heng nodded, genuinely impressed.

“Right? I knew you'd appreciate our creativity,” Qiangzi said, somewhat excitedly.

“Anything else?” Wu Heng continued to inquire.

Qiangzi kept flipping through and said, “This is the Iron Bull Armor, based on those Skeletons of the mutated cows we killed last time. We would wrap them in iron armor, hang machine guns on both sides, and also, Skeleton-like stab-proof vests.”

Wu Heng asked, “Tell me about the stab-proof vest.”

“This stab-proof vest is close to the ones we've scavenged, made from a high-density blended fabric, wrapped with steel plates front and back, with leg guards and a groin protector. It's sufficient defense against Zombies, and production would be fast. We would weave the fabric and craft the protective plates simultaneously, then just sew them inside,” Qiangzi explained.

Wu Heng felt that even this stab-proof vest idea was decent.

Armor custom-made from the Otherworld took too long to produce and cost quite a bit.

This simplified version of the stab-proof vest could be produced more quickly.

“That could work too!”

Then, Qiangzi introduced many more of his analyzed creative ideas.

But some of the later ideas were a bit exaggerated.

The Flying Dragon machine gun and stab-proof vest were more reliable.

After some thought, he said, “I'll assign you a Skeleton Flying Dragon and a Skeleton skilled in mechanics to help you. Let's see if you can make the machine gun dragon a reality. And make a prototype of the stab-proof vest first, I want to see what it's like.”

“Alright!” Qiangzi left with excitement, then he lowered his voice and said, “King, you should talk to Sister Hong.”

“I'll speak with her; you stay here for the time being,” Wu Heng replied.

“Okay!” After Qiangzi finished speaking, he left with a hint of joy.

Deep into the night.

In the bedroom.

Li Yahong tore open the scroll, and its glow seeped into her body.

“It feels like my body is much more agile,” she remarked, jumping on the spot.

Wu Heng explained with a smile, “You and Qi Hancai used the same type of scroll. If you train diligently after returning home, your strength will keep increasing.”

Hearing she had the same type as Qi Hancai, Li Yahong pouted, “You really don't show any favoritism, do you?”

Qi Hancai walked over with a smile and hugged her shoulder, “Alright, sister, remember your kindness, and I'll give you the good stuff first in the future.”

“I didn't mean it like that, just teasing him,” Li Yahong said with a smile.

Then, Qi Hancai whispered something in her ear.

Li Yahong looked at Wu Heng skeptically.

She followed Qi Hancai into the bathroom behind them.

Soon after, the bathroom door opened.

Two women stepped out, one after the other.

Qi Hancai wore white lingerie with a fluffy bra and a fluffy fox tail attached to the back. Li Yahong was in black lingerie, with openwork lace that allowed glimpses of the skin underneath.

Both were somewhat shy.

After hesitating, Qi Hancai crouched to the floor and quietly meowed.

Li Yahong's eyes widened seeing Qi Hancai suddenly imitating a cat's meow. Then, with a light cough, she followed suit with a meow.

Wu Heng was taken aback.

Looking at Qi Hancai's outfit, she was supposed to be a fox, right?

Why switch to being a cat?

But it didn't matter. Having real ones at home, this role-playing could add some fun.

“Come here!” Wu Heng beckoned.

Li Yahong approached and sat sideways on his lap, kissing gently.

Qi Hancai crawled over slowly, knelt in front of him, and draped her arms over his legs.

Wu Heng enjoyed Li Yahong's passion, his hand gently caressing Qi Hancai's hair below.

The next day, in the morning.

The convoy and the Skeleton Army assembled at the factory's gate.

Once ready, the convoy set off for the old site of the provincial rescue team, escorted by the vast army.

The mighty army arrived in the vicinity.

The convoy began to stand by in the rear, while Wu Heng directed the skeletons to form up and get ready.

He stood among the skeletons for a while.

Glenda flew back from the distance and reported, “There are a lot of zombies, including an 18th-level Zombie King with scars on its body. It must be the same one that escaped last time.”

“Let me see!” Wu Heng said.

Glenda merged into his body, and the images were shared.

The entire area was swarming with densely packed zombies.

Unlike the wandering undead, these were grouped just like an army in various locations, though not as orderly.

Within a partially collapsed building.

A Zombie King with black chitinous armor and insect-like wings on its back came into view.

Some healed scars were visible on its body.

This must be the Zombie King that the rescue team lured near the base last time, which had then escaped.

He released Glenda again to continue to keep watch.

Wu Heng then gave the command, “Send the Skeleton Flying Dragons. Fly high and start bombarding.”

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

A series of wooshing sounds resonated.

Five Flying Dragons took to the sky and flew toward the front.

At the same time, the distant horde of zombies also noticed the activity this way.

Boiling like a tempest, they began to rush toward them.

Iron bullets rained down densely like a downpour.

Smoke billowed up.

A vast number of zombies were enveloped in the iron deluge.

The battle continued.

Solid Iron Bullets and arrows fell like a torrential rain upon the horde of zombies.

The Spear Array also lowered its center of gravity.

Readied to meet the onslaught of the surging zombie tide.

“Uncle, the Zombie King is coming.”

“It's hiding in the horde, looks like it wants to ambush us.”

Xiao Xiao and Glenda descended from the sky, one after another, to warn him.

Ambush!

It seems this Zombie King likes to ambush.

Last time, according to the people from the provincial rescue team, the base was located by the secretly trailing Zombie King.

Only at night did it lead the horde to attack.

Its intelligence is not low.

Wu Heng's mind moved, and the “Mirror Technique” was activated, creating three illusions identical to himself.

These weren't real duplicates but images created by an illusion technique.

Two of the illusions disappeared.

Only one remained, standing in front of Wu Heng.

Wu Heng pointed to one side, and the illusion walked straight over, climbed atop a scrapped car's roof, and began randomly gesturing at the skeletons as if issuing orders.

Wu Heng stood silently among the skeleton crowd, waiting.

After about twenty minutes.

Whoosh~!

The sound of tearing air suddenly filled the space.

The figure of the Zombie King appeared out of nowhere in the sky, flapping its wings and pouncing on the illusion like a hungry tiger lunging for a sheep.

Bang~!

A muffled sound.

The roof of the car caved in, and the pouncing illusion shattered.

The Zombie King's gaze hardened, and it turned to soar into the sky, attempting to flee the scene.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

From all around, the sound of rushing air grew louder, and a large number of giant-winged skeletons emerged, surrounding it from all sides.