"Apologize to the president right now!"
"sorry."
Sun Aotian immediately bowed.
It was a perfectly straight 90-degree bow.
Zhang Hao was surprised by such a straightforward and sincere attitude.
It seems this monkey has changed quite a bit. The wild monkey that never bowed to worldly pressures is gone, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.
Zhang Hao ignored him and turned to Fang Ping, instructing, "Xiao Fang, Meng Wu and I are going back first. You're in charge here... Kill as many zombies as you can, and don't worry about the ones that escaped. Safety first."
"Yes, Chairman."
Fang Ping nodded slightly.
He didn't say much and just did his job.
With the combined efforts of the various legions and the combined attack of millions of sea creatures, the leaderless zombies were quickly wiped out.
Almost all of the level 8 zombies were killed.
Except for a few survivors, the remaining scattered zombie hordes have lost their threat, and the extermination plan has clearly been successful.
...
...
Outside the suburbs.
In the dense thicket,
A fat zombie is running away frantically.
Only when he could no longer sense any danger did Fat Tiger breathe a sigh of relief, saying with lingering fear, "Good heavens! These humans are really ferocious. None of those level eight zombies, like the Crimson Wing, the Enchanted Corpse, and the Licker, escaped."
"Especially those level eight ability users led by that monkey, their strength is ridiculously powerful! As for that Zhang Hao... good heavens, he can even tame lightning from nature. Lord Ainz is really too arrogant. Luckily, I ran fast."
"Otherwise, I'll really be in mortal danger. I'll have to find another place to be the boss. After all, I'm an eighth-level zombie king. I can think about revenge later..."
Do you want revenge now?
"No, huh? Who is it?! Come out here, don't try to play tricks on me!!"
Fat Tiger blurted out.
But the next second, they immediately became alert.
Scanning the surroundings, they found no enemy. They walked back and forth several times, but still no target appeared.
"Strange, could it be my imagination?"
"It's not my imagination, you've already stepped on my foot several times."
"ah?"
Fat Tiger looked down.
Only then did they notice a clump of grayish slime on the ground.
Its entire corpse face reeked of stench, and it blurted out, "Holy crap! I stepped in dog poop?! No, it's a talking pile of dog poop!"
"Please watch your language, I'm not dog shit!"
"Then what are you?"
"I am Sequence - Doom!!"
"Uh, what is that? Sorry, I'm illiterate, I don't understand."
"..."
Misfortune is speechless.
Just as I was about to explain something, I saw the jungle.
A man came out. He was very low-class in appearance, short in stature, with a chin and a tuft of beard.
"We are super-sequence metal, capable of helping you zombies defeat the Dawn Society. I invite you... to cooperate with us? I advise you to be a good boy and listen to us."
"Oh? Who do you think you are? Goodbye!"
Fat Tiger took off running.
But as soon as he turned around, the man with the mustache raised his index finger.
biu!
biu! biu! !
He shot out four golden particles from his index finger, which then flew through the air.
The light particles traveled at extremely high speeds, and Fat Tiger had no time to react before his limbs were pierced by the golden light particles. The powerful force restrained him, rendering him unable to move.
"So strong!!"
Fat Tiger's pupils suddenly contracted.
My heart was filled with utter horror; this power...
He's definitely a level nine, not much worse than Ainz Ooal Gown!
Good heavens!
Another level nine!
When did Level 9 become so common?
After his initial shock, Fat Tiger took a deep breath and said, "Why me? I'm just a level eight zombie king. You could easily find a stronger zombie like the Bone King to cooperate with."
"But Ainz Ooal Gown is dead, and there are too few level nine Corpse Kings."
The man with the mustache tempted, "It's not that easy to find, but there's a great opportunity now, if you cooperate with us."
"Not only will you possess strength comparable to a level nine zombie king, but you'll also be able to avenge your Lord Bone King. Why not?"
"Avenge Lord Ainz Ooal Gown? Am I out of my mind?" Gian rolled his eyes.
"You two don't get along?"
"He stole my original Zombie King, and he always fails to show off. If he weren't a level nine zombie, I, Fatty Tiger, would have taken him down long ago!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, the man with the mustache fell silent.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward. He had thought this guy was a loyal subject, but it seemed he had been overthinking it.
"And what about power? Don't you want to have power comparable to a level nine zombie king?" the mustachioed man asked again.
"I want to, but I don't want to die."
Fat Tiger's eyes showed some lingering fear as he said, "Isn't Lord Ainz Ooal Gown strong enough? He was still brutally beaten by that Zhang Hao, wasn't he? He also has several level nine ability users under his command, especially the one in the white coat."
"The power of that punch was off the charts, no less than that of Ainz Ooal Gown. Why should I go and die?"
"..."
The man with the mustache fell silent again.
The other party's cowardice is actually quite reasonable, because he has witnessed it firsthand.
He also fought with that strange doctor, who had fused fifty different superpowers and shattered the body he had previously parasitized with a single punch.
And you're saying this was just a "fake serious punch"?
Listen to this...
This is an insult to his character!
This is intolerable!
He was determined to get his revenge, no matter what, and make that guy in the white coat kneel down and sing "Conquer"!
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