Chapter 175 The War Is Over.

The half-meter-high colorful portal was quietly rotating in the grid of his spatial backpack. At this time, he was more curious about one thing, that is, the portal itself was a prop.

The effect of the prop is that you can create 1 million zombies in seven days by spending 100,000 star coins. If the zombies die too fast, you can even create 10 million zombies.

Can the prop effect of this item still be used?

If available.

From a certain perspective, this prop is also a weakened version of the Zerg Priest.

At least it is much cheaper than summoning a Zerg priest. The minimum starting price for summoning a Zerg priest is 1 star coin. Even if you summon 10 million of the lowest level Zerg monsters, 10 million star coins are still indispensable.

He got it cheap.

Only 100,000 star coins.

Although the strength of a single zombie is very weak and cannot even defeat the more ferocious life professionals, it cannot withstand large numbers and is cheap enough. The biggest reason why it is called a weakened version of the Zerg Priest is because of its upper limit.

No matter how rich he is, he can only summon 10 million heads at most.

After seven days, the item can be used for the second time, and the first batch of zombies summoned will turn into dust and dissipate in the world. There is an upper limit on the number.

Unlike Zerg priests, although they are more expensive to summon, as long as you are rich enough, there is no limit to the number of summons. If you are so powerful that you can be as rich as the enemy, with a wave of your hand, three billion Zerg troops can directly destroy all obstacles in front of you. It's not impossible.

But he didn't do the experiment, so he didn't know if this prop could be used normally.

After all, this prop is different from all his previous props.

He didn't have 100,000 star coins in his pocket, let alone none. Even if he had, he wouldn't be able to do this experiment now. It would be a waste of money and he would be completely blind.

Of course, even if this prop is usable, he will most likely not be able to use it. 100,000 star coins is enough for him to buy too many bullets, and it would be too wasteful to use it to create zombies.

The war is over.

Countless reporters rushed to send congratulatory messages to various cities. Support troops from all walks of life began to evacuate one after another. The blockade of Broken Jar has been lifted. The remaining urban reconstruction work is the task of Broken Jar's municipal government team.

It's not like support troops like them can intervene.

By the time we evacuated, it was dark again.

A group of people from Fengtian City were sitting in a long convoy, driving slowly towards Fengtian City along the winding road under the dim light. They were also sitting in a truck and had not slept for a long time.

Chen Miao, Hungry Monkey and others were all drowsy, nodding their heads as they kept rising and falling in the carriage.

An air of exhaustion enveloped the interior of the truck.

At this time, the people in the car had no idea. They only had one idea, which was to close their eyes quickly and fall into a deep sleep. They were really sleepy. When they returned to the Eternal Cemetery, they would definitely lie down in the coffin and have a good sleep.

One thing has to be said.

These days, Yuan Buping has made some changes to the Eternal Cemetery.

It’s just that Brother Miao doesn’t seem to have any thoughts of leaving the Eternal Cemetery yet.

"Brother Miao."

The hungry monkey leaned on the carriage, the fatigue in his pupils couldn't stop pouring out, and he even began to murmur in a trance: "What do you think of human beings? I am an extraordinary person. At this time, my My physical fitness is much higher than before.”

"But I still need to sleep every day."

"Otherwise, the sleepiness will be unbearable."

"There are only 24 hours in total every day. I need to sleep for at least 7 hours, or even 10 hours. Is this reasonable?"

"This is equivalent to spending half of our lives sleeping. I always think this is a very unreasonable thing. Brother Miao, don't you feel the same way?"

The hungry monkey could tell that he was really sleepy.

He was leaning against the carriage, and the fatigue in his pupils was almost solidified. Halfway through his sleep last night, he was called up to rush to Broken Jar Market. After another busy day during the day, it was night again before heading to Fengtian. The city is busy and I am really sleepy.

Understandable.

But what really confused Hungry Monkey was that he suddenly discovered that extraordinary people seemed to be no different from ordinary people. Except for being stronger in combat and more aggressive, the basic rules of human beings had not changed.

You still need to eat, drink, sleep, and you will still die if you lose your head.

There is no sense of being detached from the world at all.

how to say.

It made him feel like a slightly stronger ant now.

It lacks something that a transcendent person should have.

"It's better to become an immortal."

Seeing that Brother Miao didn't pay attention to him, and everyone else was nodding off unconsciously, Hungry Monkey also lowered his head and muttered: "If you can become an immortal, give me the blood of an immortal. With the effect of my own blood, I will be invincible in just a few million years."

"Is that the real transcendent?"

In the entire carriage, there were only the muttering sounds of hungry monkeys, like the whispers of demons, making the entire atmosphere even more tired and making people feel sleepy.

The convoy was still driving quietly and smoothly on the road to Fengtian City. The group of people all withdrew safely. Chen Miao, who was taking a nap while leaning inside the truck, was suddenly shaken awake by a violent shake.

He glanced out the window, looking a little weird.

There was nothing unusual outside, and the convoy continued to move forward, seemingly as if it had hit a pebble.

But maybe these two consecutive fixed events left some psychological shadow on him. What if he opened his eyes again and found that he was involved in some "Hell Truck" fixed event again, that would be really bad. Dog.

The next second——

"Quick, quick, wake up, Brother Miao, we've encountered a fixed event!"

Immediately afterwards, the entire convoy stopped.

Chen Miao suddenly felt a thump in her heart, and then suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. Wasn't it said that this was a once-in-a-century event? The probability is much smaller than taboo events, but why does he feel like he can encounter fixed events every day?

He was very sleepy.

Now that he is about to arrive home, can't he have a safe journey and let him lie in his coffin peacefully and have a good sleep?

He was really sleepy.

He sighed softly and walked out of the truck with his Thompson submachine gun. At the same time, he also grabbed the hungry monkey beside him who was completely asleep. He couldn't sleep anymore. Why did the hungry monkey sleep here?

If you don't sleep, you won't sleep at all.

As soon as I got off the truck, I saw an extremely shocking scene!

In the wilderness under the starry sky in the distance.

They could clearly see a dark blue train speeding across the wilderness, like a comet piercing the universe, so dazzling and gorgeous.