The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 612 - 504 The Old Power Plant
Chapter 612: Chapter 504, The Old Power Plant
Chapter 612: Chapter 504, The Old Power Plant
The radio suddenly spoke, startling the two men into pale faces.
The Mediterranean man quickly glanced outside and resealed the lifted newspaper.
His voice was frantic, “What did you just say?”
The young man was somewhat uncertain, “It seems like the people from Xinfu City are contacting us.”
While the two were speaking.
The radio’s voice rose again.
“This is the Xinfu City rescue team, can the people in Jinjiang Apartment District hear us?”
On the second call, the two heard it loud and clear.
Joy simultaneously appeared on their faces.
They really were contacting them.
There was hope.
“They must be dead! No one is responding.”
“Just the other day someone was talking, it shouldn’t have gone wrong by now!”
“Are you guys for real? The population in the Jinjiang Apartments is so dense, how are you going to rescue them?”
“At most we can tell them to flee on their own, gather somewhere, it’s impossible to go in for the rescue.”
“God bless, Amen.”
Immediately, the voices of discussion from other shelters transmitted on the public frequency.
Surprised that the Xinfu City base was actually carrying out a rescue, they also doubted why no one from Jinjiang Apartments was responding, wondering if something had happened.
The young man handed the homemade microphone to the Mediterranean man, “Uncle Wang, you speak to them quickly.”
The Mediterranean man picked up the microphone and said, “This is Jinjiang Apartments, have you—have you arrived?”
Inside the radio, the voices of discussion from various shelters abruptly stopped.
Everyone maintained silence, as if waiting for a reply from the other side.
Once again, a voice came through the radio, “We have arrived at the east gate of Jinjiang Apartments. Please prepare to evacuate, take all necessary essential supplies with you, and do not carry weapons capable of inflicting damage or contagious hazardous items.”
The eyes of the two inside the room instantly widened.
They had arrived?
At the eastern gate of the apartments?
The Skeletons fighting the horde of zombies outside, were they really theirs?
The young man quickly walked to the window, pulled it open, and leaned out to look towards the east gate.
Looking down, a huge throng of Skeletons surrounded an exaggeratedly modified truck, parked on one side of the road.
“Uncle Wang, there really are survivors, they’ve truly come to get us.”
The Mediterranean man quickly walked over and peered out.
After the initial joy, he became worried.
“Should we leave with them? They seem different from the other rescue teams.” The Mediterranean man suddenly became hesitant.
However, the young man’s tone was firm, “Uncle Wang, if we don’t leave now, we won’t live much longer here anyway.”
That made sense, indeed, if they stayed, how much longer could they really survive?
“Then let’s pack up, take all we need to take.”
“Okay!”
The young man went to gather his items.
The Mediterranean man, on the other hand, picked up the radio microphone again, “We see your convoy, we are now packing our stuff.”
“Wait for our message, then we’ll come down.”
“Okay!”
…
After the two finished speaking, the radio was quiet for a few seconds.
Then the noisy discussions resumed.
“Damn, they really went to rescue people!”
“We are here on Yunpo Road, can you come for a rescue?”
“We are at Tianhai Building, requesting rescue, there’s a lot of money in the safe, all of it can be given to you.”
“…”
Cries for rescue rose one after another.
People continuously reported their locations, requesting rescue.
…
Battlefield below.
With the last zombie falling, the whole area quieted down.
The cold wind blew.
The nauseating stench of decay drifted away, only to saturate the air again.
“Clean up the battlefield.”
The Skeletons moved again, dragging the bodies, clearing the road.
Wu Heng opened his panel and glanced at his experience points.
[Level: 17 (137851/265000)]
The population density in the province was even more intense than in ordinary cities.
Coming over from the factory, heading straight for this Jinjiang Apartment, he had killed almost 90,000 zombies along the way.
At this rate of progress.
After cleaning up two more times, he would almost be able to reach Level 18.
And become a fifth-tier professional.
The battlefield was nearly done being cleaned.
After Wu Heng converted the bodies of the Evolved Zombies and collected all the dropped Corpse Cores, he began to release [Corpse Battlefield] along the road.
One after another, Skeletons rose from the ground.
Wobbling their bodies, they slowly joined the ranks of Skeletons.
Soon, the number of Skeletons filled the entire street, where the head and tail were endless.
At that moment, Qi Hancai came over with two people.
He said, “Wang Haibing used to work at the power company, and Zhang Zhong just graduated from college, specializing in agriculture.”
Then he introduced Wu Heng, “Our Leader, you can call him Leader Wu or King.”
“Leader Wu,” the two greeted nervously.
What they saw from upstairs was different from the scene on the ground.
From upstairs, their view was obstructed by the building, allowing them to see only a part.
But it was not until they came downstairs that they realized the horrifying amount of Skeletons.
At that moment, as someone led them through the ranks of Skeletons, they felt as if they were being escorted step by step towards the Underworld.
They even felt their body temperature dropping.
It was only now that they could see clearly that the Leader was such a young man.
Wu Heng nodded, his gaze turning to ‘Wang Haibing,’ who was somewhat balding and looked distressed and disheveled, appearing to be in his fifties.
“Can you design a power plant?”
“I participated in the design of power plants,” Wang Haibing emphasized.
“Can you design one independently? The drafting of the blueprints, the specifications of each part and the building?”
Wang Haibing fell silent, beginning to sweat on his forehead.
After pondering for a moment, he said, “I don’t dare to deceive you. I believe I understand the structure and operation of the power plant well, but the design of an entire power plant requires many people to complete. I alone cannot do it.”
Actually, Wu Heng was also aware of this issue.
The design of a building requires the collaboration of many individuals.
Rescuing just one or two people would not be sufficient to design a power plant.
After pondering for a moment, Wu Heng asked, “Can you restore an existing power plant to operation?”
“As long as it’s not severely damaged, I am confident I can get it running!” Wang Haibing immediately responded.
Wu Heng nodded, “Alright, go back to the truck and rest for a while, later follow the convoy back to the base.”
“Okay.” The two carefully walked back to where the convoy was positioned.
Qi Hancai asked, “Can’t they do it?”
“Take him back and see if the power plant near the factory can be restored to supply electricity,” Wu Heng continued, “Let everyone search the vicinity and load any useful items on the truck; we will bring them all back together later.”
“Okay!” Qi Hancai picked up the walkie-talkie to give out the tasks.
The survivors began to search the shops along the road.
A large number of skeletons moved various supplies onto the trucks.
As dusk gradually fell.
The convoy started to return.
…
Upon returning to the factory area, it was already pitch black.
They had originally planned to take the newly joined Wang Haibing to the power plant near the factory.
But because it was too late, they dropped the idea.
It was decided to go there tomorrow instead, there was no rush for the moment.
Leaving the remaining tasks to Qi Hancai, Wu Heng returned to his dormitory, passed through the boundary door, and went to the City Lord’s Mansion in Lundham City.
In Lundham City, the sky had also darkened.
Carefully going downstairs and after eating something.
He returned to the bedroom again.
The room was dark; faintly visible was Wen Mansha lying on her side.
He tiptoed into bed.
Wen Mansha turned over, looking at him with a smile.
“Did I disturb you?” Wu Heng softly asked, looking into her eyes.
“No, otherwise I wouldn’t have been asleep,” Wen Mansha curled into his embrace and continued, “I contacted Mini through that radio during the day, we chatted for a while, and I kind of miss the times we spent together.”
“How are things on Gold and Silver Island?” Wu Heng hugged her.
“Nothing much. Mini said a small pirate named Philippa returned to the island and brought back quite a few pirate corpses. Andre Willow reviewed the island’s merchant fleet, chose a few with good reputations to cooperate with, and signed a goods agreement,” Wen Mansha recalled softly.
It seemed everything was still normal.
Wu Heng nodded, his departure had not had much of an impact on the entire Gold and Silver Island.
After all, even when he was around, he would frequently go to Zombie World, and Gold and Silver Island would still operate normally.
“I told her about the baby, and Mini is so envious; she wants to come over next time to have a look,” Wen Mansha said with a smile.
“They should be brought back to visit sometime if there’s a chance!”
“Mm!” Wen Mansha nodded in response and took his hand to place it on her chest, “I’m a bit swollen, Master, could you rub it for me?”
Wu Heng gently pressed, “It has grown quite a bit.”
Wen Mansha smiled, “Do you want me to help you?”
“How can you help? It’s not convenient for you.”
“You sit at the edge of the bed, and give me a little support.”
Wu Heng got up to drape a blanket over her and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Wen Mansha knelt in front of him, with slow and gentle movements.
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The next day, at the dining table.
Wu Heng and Wen Mansha ate breakfast together.
“Is the deputy steward of the city still the Beastman Shaman?” Wu Heng put down his chopsticks and directly asked.
When he was still the association team leader.
The deputy steward of Lundham City was a Shaman from the Beastman Tribe, an honorary local deputy steward. As long as he was there, the Beastmen in the city wouldn’t cause too much trouble.
He held a lot of prestige among the Beastmen.
“Mm, it’s still him, not much has changed in Lundham City,” Wen Mansha responded.
“What’s his name?”
“Ethan Ashkarl.”
“Invite him to come over, I got a few Beastman district procurement agreements from the last corpse, let’s see if we can take over,” Wu Heng said directly.
The merchant they had killed last time had several procurement agreements in his Space Ring.
It was just a matter of seeing if they could take over.
Wen Mansha’s eyebrows slightly knitted, reminding him, “Those Beastmen are not easy to deal with.”
“That’s why I want to talk to the Shaman.”
Wen Mansha nodded, “Should I ask him to come over this afternoon?”
“Mm, let him come this afternoon.”
After chatting for a while, Wen Mansha went to the office study with the butler.
Wu Heng went upstairs to find a room that led to Zombie World.
…
He stepped out of the boundary door.
Wu Heng walked slowly downstairs.
Standing at the door, he waited for a while before the vehicle convoy drove straight up.
He got into the passenger seat.
The convoy drove directly out of the factory area and headed for the nearby power plant.
This area had been cleared before.
The journey was rather smooth without encountering any Zombies or dangers.
The convoy stopped outside the power plant.
The rusted iron gate was half-open, and the yard was filled with withered yellow weeds covered in snow.
Clang!
The iron gate was directly knocked open.
More than twenty Zombies, moaning and crowded, rushed out.
Rustle!
Without needing an order, the skeletons stepped forward, their sharp spears pushing back the oncoming Zombies.
Then, the dense spears continuously struck the Zombies, killing them all.
He ordered the skeletons to fully open the gates.
Everyone walked in.
The power plant was larger than anticipated, with huge chimneys, warehouses, and equipment workshops.
Wu Heng stood outside and waited.
Wang Haibing and a few other survivors skilled in electrical work came out.
“How is it?” Wu Heng asked.
Wang Haibing said, “I took a quick look, the equipment was turned off automatically, and nothing seems damaged at the moment, it shouldn’t affect the use, but we still need to check it thoroughly.”
“Is it a thermal power plant?”
“Yes! To generate electricity, we will need a lot of fuel to provide heat.”
Wu Heng nodded, “Choose a few people, and you will be responsible for inspecting this place over the next few days. I’ll let you know what to do later, okay?”
“Okay,” Wang Haibing agreed.
After re-securing the power plant, they left a portion of the skeletons to guard it.
The convoy returned.
…
In the afternoon.
Lundham City, City Lord’s Mansion.
The Beastman Shaman, wearing a tribal-style robe and leaning on a wooden staff, sat on the sofa in the hall.
Across from him, Wen Mansha was smiling and chatting idly.
The sound of footsteps came from upstairs.
The somewhat elderly Beastman Shaman looked up.
And then, his brows furrowed slightly.
