National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 866 Filling

They frantically poured into the world of the end of the blood race through the broken space crack.

Outside the magic circle, a large number of zombie clones forcibly absorbed and transformed the diffuse breath of the dead through the Book of the Dead.

However, there is too much breath from the dead world, and these zombie clones simply cannot absorb it all.

A large amount of dead world breath spread out.

Affected by the breath of the dead world, the undead also began to spread on this land.

However, due to the large size of the barren land and the sparsely populated area, the concentration of the breath of the dead world will not be very high in a short period of time. Only some low-level skeletal creatures will be resurrected, and they will be easily dealt with by the surrounding guards.

"Lord Duke."

Several high-ranking vampires outside who were killing the resurrected undead knelt down on one knee when they saw Duke Bellamy coming.

"Ah."

Bellamy came to check after hearing about the space breach.

She looked at the breath of the dead world soaring into the sky, felt the power, and couldn't help licking her lips lightly, showing interest.

"Is it the breath of the dead..."

Bellamy muttered to herself, and looked back at the vampires behind her, "Isn't it a bit of a waste to let the breath of the dead escape like this? The master will blame us for our ineffectiveness."

what?
Several high-ranking vampires around looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

They couldn't understand.

Duke Bellamy has always been like this, his thinking is terribly out of bounds.

No one can catch up.

"Bellamy, what are you thinking?"

Longfellow, one of the three elders of the Ramael clan, was in charge of guarding the perimeter security, and walked over after seeing Bellamy's arrival.

He had been imprisoned in the Blood Prison for thousands of years, and he had never seen Bellamy, but he had heard of it.

"It's nothing, I just think that the master will be very angry if he knows that we are wasting the breath of the dead that he worked so hard to get back."

Bellamy had a faint smile on her face, making it hard to understand what she was thinking.

Her current life rests on Fang Heng, so she naturally wants to show more.

Longfellow frowned, "What do you mean? What is the breath of the dead?"

"It's the breath of the dead world, a unique product of the dead world, I've seen it in the classics." Bellamy pointed to the space breach channel on the side, her face became serious, "These breaths have powerful power, so let them It’s a pity to spread like this.”

Longfellow shook his head and said, "Don't make up your own mind, Bellamy, the master just asked us to be in charge of the operation of the magic circle."

"The situation is urgent. When the master orders us to do things, we can't do everything in detail. We should share the master's worries."

Saying that, Bellamy looked back at Atiya who was beside her, "Do you think so, Atiya?"

Atiya saw Bellamy from a distance, and just came over to say hello.

Listening to the conversation between the two bosses, and being asked suddenly, Atiya hesitated for a moment.

She looked at Duke Bellamy, feeling very strange no matter how she looked at it.

In the past, Bellamy didn't care much even if the blood clan was about to be wiped out.

Why are you suddenly so keen on working now?

After being called by the Duke, Atiya was momentarily at a loss for words. She nodded, "Indeed, the master was very hasty when assigning the task. He asked us to discuss how to deal with it. Your Excellency Duke, do you have any ideas?"

Longfellow frowned and said, "Bellamy, tell me, what do you want to do? If it is beneficial to the master, our House of Elders will naturally not object."

"Very good, the breath of the dead is extremely rare, we will find a way to gather it."

Longfellow said: "How to gather?"

Bellamy smiled again, and said word by word: "The Blood Prison."

Longfellow frowned, and looked sideways at Atia.

Atiya also looked suddenly enlightened.

yes!Blood Hell!
Bellamy licked her lips habitually again, with a serious expression, and continued, "I will control the breath of the dead world from leaking out, and the House of Elders will control the blood dark prison to absorb the breath."

Longfellow immediately understood Bellamy's meaning, and raised his hand to issue an order to the blood clan, "The House of Elders ordered that everyone in the Blood Prison be emptied immediately and temporarily transferred! Move the Blood Origin Crystal here! Immediately!" !"

……

The sunken corridor.

Fang Heng led the team of the Undead Research Society to stop and go all the way. It took them nearly an hour to cover the distance of more than 1000 meters.

Ahead, the bone door leading to the central area is open.

The rich black breath overflowed from the inside, and was continuously transmitted into the game world by the space breaches opened by the magic circle of stone slabs.

The interior of the Central District was still pitch-black, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

Fang Heng's pupils were covered with a layer of red light, and his eyes were eagerly searching the interior of the central hall.

Where is Pu Shi's tutor?
found it!
In the corner on the right side of the hall, Pu Shi leaned against the wall and fell to the ground.

It looks bad.

Fang Heng's heart sank.

The vortex can absorb a large part of the breath escaping from the dead world, but the absorption speed is still limited.

Everyone waited at the entrance of the central hall for another 10 minutes. As the breath was gradually absorbed by the vortex, the players' sight became much clearer.

Soon, someone also saw Teacher Pu Shi leaning against the wall at the edge of the central hall.

"tutor!"

Li Qingran showed anxiety, and tried to shout from a distance, trying to wake up the mentor.

"Don't worry, just wait."

Through the darkness, Fang Heng looked inside the hall, trying to see more clearly.

Still not working, can't see clearly!

The breath of death in the hall is too strong, and the night vision ability provided by the blood race still cannot penetrate the black mist formed by the breath of death.

Holding the sacred purification spear in his hand, Fang Heng said in a deep voice, "Everyone help absorb the breath of death, guide them into the gap in the space, and speed up the breath absorption."

"it is good!"

All the players understood Fang Heng's strategy immediately.

It's the same as when he used the Book of the Dead to guide the breath of death into the sealed stone.

It's just that the goal needs to be changed this time, directly infusing the breath of the dead world into the space vortex.

The players quickly divided into two groups, one group protected everyone from the revived wraiths around them, and the other group began to guide the breath of the dead world into the space gap.

This operation quickly had an effect.

The originally extremely strong atmosphere in the central area is rapidly fading away.

As for what will happen if so many breaths of death pour into the blood race world, Fang Heng has no time to take care of it now.

Ahead, as a large amount of breath from the dead world was absorbed, the players' vision became clearer and clearer.

In the center of the hall, the guards of the kings who had been in a frantic riot before had quieted down.

It sat there quietly, slowly absorbing the breath of death overflowing from the Bone Shrine.

Affected by the concentration of the breath of the dead, the breath surrounding the guards of the kings became weaker and weaker.

very good!

It works!

The players were even more excited when they saw this, and they trusted Fang Heng more and more, and urged the Book of the Dead to guide and infuse the breath of death.

(End of this chapter)