Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game - Chapter 2590
Chapter 2590 Try Again
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Half an hour later, Fang Heng led Sirius to an open area.
Not far ahead, an undead Bone Dragon was resting against a mound of protruding bones, with a dark red perimeter surrounding it. Several Dark Clan members had gathered around, seemingly interested in the Bone Dragon.
This was it!
Fang Heng turned to Sirius, who was following closely behind, and asked, “High Priest, are you ready?”
“Mm, I just had a brief rest, and some of my strength has been restored, but this time, I may not be able to control the Bone Dragon for as long.”
“It’s fine. We’ll do it just like before and try again.”
Sirius glanced at Fang Heng.
For some reason, he felt that Fang Heng was much more confident than the first time they had attempted this.
“I understand.”
Sirius focused his mind, nodding lightly, preparing to cast his spell.
Fang Heng directed his zombie clones to slowly gather around them.
The nearby Dark Clan members cast curious glances at Fang Heng and his group.
They watched as the zombies lingered just outside the perimeter, all facing the undead Bone Dragon, and their curiosity only grew.
Fang Heng paid no attention to the stares of others. With both hands, he began to condense an imprint in front of him.
Soul Suppression Technique!
A dark, gloomy aura emanated from Fang Heng’s body and slowly drifted toward the Bone Dragon, hovering above it.
Crack!
A soft sound echoed, and dark, dust-like particles began to fall gently onto the undead Bone Dragon.
The Bone Dragon, still in its slumber, remained motionless as if the skill had no effect at all.
Fang Heng glanced at the game prompt.
The prompt didn’t indicate whether the attempt was a success or failure.
Well, no harm in trying. It was a long shot.
After finishing the spell, Fang Heng gave instructions to his zombie clones to begin the soul brand process.
Soon, prompts began to appear above the heads of the zombie clones.
[Hint: Your zombie clone (normal form) is using the skill “Bones’ summoning” to perform a soul brand. The skill is currently being channeled… Please maintain the channeling state. Any movement, attacks, casting, or being attacked will interrupt this state…]
[Hint: Your academic level is currently lower than the Bone Dragon’s. Your success rate for this skill has significantly decreased. Current success rate: 0.0012%]
Ten seconds later, the game prompts refreshed.
[Hint: Your zombie clone’s skill failed.]
[Hint: Your zombie clone’s skill failed…]
Every single skill attempt failed.
However, a flicker of excitement appeared in Fang Heng’s eyes.
This was different!
The game prompts were completely different from before!
This time, they included the success probability!
The probability during the previous test had likely been so low that the game hint couldn’t even provide a precise value, only an approximation close to zero.
But this time, it was different. The probability had been clearly indicated!
A probability meant there was a chance of success!
And to Fang Heng, that probability already seemed quite high!
There was hope!
The Bone Dragon, resting earlier, began to stir again as it was disturbed, its eyes flashing with impatience.
“Bind!”
Sirius’ expression changed slightly as he quickly cast a spell to try and restrain the Bone Dragon.
Dark runes appeared and wrapped around the Bone Dragon’s body, binding it tightly and preventing it from moving.
Unlike the previous attempt, the Bone Dragon’s struggles were much more intense this time.
It was tougher to deal with!
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes, focusing on the Bone Dragon before him.
The second round of the soul branding began!
The zombie team once again applied their skills to the Bone Dragon, with lines of game hints continuously flashing across Fang Heng’s retinas.
The zombies continued for over ten rounds. Finally, with a loud bang, the Bone Dragon broke free from the Binding, flapping its wings and soaring rapidly into the sky, quickly vanishing from sight.
Sirius sat down, breathing heavily.
Compared to the previous attempt, the Bone Dragon’s resistance had been much stronger this time. He couldn’t maintain control for long.
Unfortunately, it had ended in failure again.
Fang Heng silently shook his head.
It was fine. No big deal.
Failure didn’t mean much.
If anything, they could just try again.
Sirius, drained of mental strength, rested next to the bone pile, shaking his head helplessly. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “I’m sorry, my strength is fading. I’m afraid I’ll only be able to control the Bone Dragon for shorter and shorter periods.”
“It’s alright, we still have a chance.”
In the undead council hall, the instructors watched as Fang Heng failed once again. Their expressions were filled with regret and sighs.
Yet, the necromancy scholars did not give up. The undead instructors continued their low murmurs, discussing various methods to improve the skill’s success rate, and constantly sent their findings via stone slabs to Fang Heng.
Shi Lipeng watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.
Everyone here clearly understood how slim the chance was of inscribing a soul mark onto the Bone Dragon. Despite that, they still clung to every possible opportunity to improve the success rate.
No one ever mentioned giving up.
Fang Heng would definitely not give up just because of a setback.
Sure enough, shortly after, Shi Lipeng saw in the mirror projection that Fang Heng had once again resumed his efforts, moving along the boundary line and searching for new undead Bone Dragons to target.
As the hours passed and Fang Heng continued his attempts, Miyisca Fortress experienced another full day and night. Slowly, the older scholars began to show signs of exhaustion.
After staying awake for two consecutive days and nights in an intense state of alert, the urgency of the situation began to ease slightly, and some of the instructors started to take turns leaving for rest.
After all, Fang Heng had been trying for a day and a half without rest, and the undead instructors had already shared every technique and method they could think of.
On the other side, other necromancy instructors who had entered the death realm had begun gathering materials.
They estimated that once all the materials were collected, along with Fang Heng’s alchemy abilities, the next stage of the teleportation passage would soon be completed. This would allow more undead council instructors to enter the death realm to assist with the exploration.
Shi Lipeng, who had stayed here for the past two days, had also gathered quite a bit of useful information. However, being temporarily cut off from the outside world, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
After all, on the player’s side, the battle with the Holy Court was ongoing and intense.
As one of the top representatives of the player side, Shi Lipeng knew that if he stayed away from the battlefield for too long, it could lead to unnecessary complications.
People could start to lose confidence.
He couldn’t help but worry about the situation on the intermediate game’s front lines.
“Teacher, we are still engaged in constant battles with the Holy Court. If I stay away for too long, I fear…” Shi Lipeng voiced his concern.
“I understand,” the instructor replied. “Your request to leave Miyisca Fortress has been approved. The players still need your leadership to deal with the Holy Court. However, remember this: the exploration of the death realm is our undead council’s most significant secret at this stage. Everything you’ve seen here must not be leaked to the outside world. Do you understand?”
Fang Heng had brought back plenty of materials from the Empress’s mausoleum this time.
Once all the documents were translated, these resources would undoubtedly strengthen the undead faction.
With this knowledge, they would have a better chance against the Holy Court.
“Yes, teacher. I understand. I won’t disclose anything.”
