Chapter Fifty-One: Is the Zombie Horde Really That Simple? The Golden Zombie Appears!

Gu Lang was overjoyed; he hadn't expected to gain such an unexpected windfall this time! If a mid-level Silver were to take medicine, wouldn’t that mean reaching Gold? Gu Lang’s wives, the strongest Zombie Queen and Wenwen, were now only at late-stage Silver. If he gained a Gold-level puppet zombie, wouldn’t that be incredible?

“Quick! Stop that thing!” At Gu Lang’s command, the Zombie Queen charged out first. Her fingernails extended, glinting like steel blades. She slashed directly at the approaching zombie.

Sparks erupted, but the spider zombie was completely unharmed. Instead, it used all its limbs to rush straight toward Gu Lang!

“This speed… must be at least 300 points!” Gu Lang quickly retreated, his weapon transforming into a black rocket launcher—his trump card. Against a zombie of equal rank, he had no choice but to use it!

“Lord Gu Lang! Get back!” Suddenly, Wenwen leapt forward, her small hand tapping the spider zombie. It was as if a speeding car had crashed into a mountain. The spider zombie was repelled, sent crashing heavily to the ground.

A barrage of ice spikes whistled through the air—Li Muwan unleashed dozens of them, nailing the spider zombie’s many arms firmly into the earth. Julie opened fire, sending a fireball that instantly set the creature ablaze. This relentless assault would break even a late-stage Silver. Key to their success was that both the Zombie Queen and Wenwen were also late-stage Silver. With three-on-one, the spider zombie was soon unable to move.

Gu Lang activated his skill—this time, he succeeded on the first try. There was no time to check the results; he immediately pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard.

The well in the yard was still spewing red blood-like water. Gu Lang inspected the area—no one had been here. He quickly ordered his puppet zombies to haul the bodies closer. Within the corpse tide, mounds of survivor and zombie remains had piled up. Puppet zombies could move easily among the dead, and soon the heaps were brought over.

Gu Lang threw all the bodies into the well. Submerged in the bloody water, they soon vanished, as if digested. Excited, Gu Lang continued feeding the well. After a flurry of activity, all the bodies were gone—by a rough count, he had fed over a hundred corpses this time.

The blood water stopped flowing, and instead, a single vine sprouted forth.

The vine unfurled, and from within stepped a delicate, fair-skinned young girl. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and hair golden, and her eyes a deep, blood-red.

“Beautiful lady… would you like to see a movie?” Gu Lang didn’t forget his mission; he immediately struck up a conversation.

The golden-haired girl slowly opened her eyes, her first gaze landing on Gu Lang. “Is it you… Master?” Master? What the—? Gu Lang was startled. Was it really that easy?

Yet the girl stepped out gracefully. Li Muwan hastily took a cloak from her arms and draped it over the girl’s shoulders. At that moment, the system’s voice echoed:

[Congratulations, Host, on completing the mission! The girl is a special Gold-level zombie, already formed at the dawn of the apocalypse and now reborn like a newborn child. Her affection level doesn’t need cultivating—it’s already maxed out. She is a crucial tool awarded to you by this system!]

[Mission Reward: Level Replication!]

A card-like object appeared in Gu Lang’s mind. He could use it to copy his own attributes onto his wife. This was a precious item, not to be used lightly.

But what excited Gu Lang most was gaining another Gold-level wife! However, the golden-haired girl still seemed to be growing. She would likely be battle-ready in time.

So Gu Lang wasn’t in a hurry. He turned, intent on capturing more Silver zombies.

“Lord Gu Lang! There’s a Silver over here!” The little girl’s eyes widened. Using the puppet zombies, she had found a target.

Gu Lang hurried over and spotted a zombie covered in glittering golden scales—like a pangolin.

Li Muwan unleashed another volley of ice spikes, but they bounced harmlessly off the armored scales.

“Lord Gu Lang, it’s a defensive zombie!” Li Muwan gasped.

Gu Lang remained calm, producing a sniper rifle.

“Let’s see how it handles this!” He pulled the trigger. The armor-piercing round screamed through the air, piercing the scales. The Silver zombie was thrown back and incapacitated.

That was Gu Lang’s experience at work; Silver zombies were dangerous—trying to capture them outright was too risky. Better to cripple them first, then capture safely.

This time, it took Gu Lang seventy attempts to succeed. Only his high attributes made it possible. In the past, just capturing one would have been exhausting.

“Lord Gu Lang, there’s another one here!” The little girl continued to search for him.

Thus, Gu Lang and his group wove through the corpse tide. With their numbers, Bronze zombies could hardly hurt them. The corpse tide, for Gu Lang, had become an opportunity.

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On the top floor of a building, Sun Hai frowned. “Something’s off! Is this corpse tide really so simple? From start to finish, I’ve only seen one Silver!”

Beside him, Sun Tian knew Gu Lang was behind this, but he dared not say so.

“Sun Hai, have you thought about dealing with the Gold after this battle?” Sun Tian ventured.

Sun Hai’s face darkened. “Are you insane? The Gold has his brother, Huang Tian, by his side! If we try anything, we’re signing our own death warrants!”

Sun Tian said no more. He knew Sun Hai wouldn’t believe him now. They could only wait for Gu Lang’s return.

“But the decrease in Silver zombies means the corpse tide isn’t dangerous enough—Gu Lang might survive. We need to think about how to explain this to Lord Gold!” Sun Hai turned away, unleashing another bolt of lightning at the zombies.

Only Sun Tian remained troubled. Just then, a piercing roar split the sky from afar! The corpse tide fell into chaos, as if the zombies had seen something terrifying. They parted, clearing a path.

The Sun brothers saw it: a zombie riding a bicycle, approaching from the distance. The zombie held a knife in its hand, resembling a general mounted on a steed.

“What the… what on earth is that?” Sun Hai was dumbfounded. Sun Tian inhaled sharply, his voice trembling as he uttered two words: “Gold-level!”

At the same time, Gu Lang looked up, his expression tensing. Damn! A Gold-level zombie?

Gu Lang’s gaze swept over the newcomer—pure Gold.

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Halfway up the city walls of Black Iron City, Gold stood with binoculars, surveying the battlefield. From his vantage point, he could see everything—including the Gold-level zombie on the field.

“It seems the old man was right—the apocalypse’s zombies are getting stronger. The plan must be moved up!” Though tense, Gold remained composed. He turned to a man beside him, who looked much like himself.

“Brother, let’s go. We need to visit the Blood-red Well.”