1648 Work!
Fang Heng opened his eyes abruptly and felt a wave of dizziness in his head.
In the past, the zombie clone could take the initiative to use a skill that consumed very little MP.
The skill of entering the secondary space projection passage did not cost MP at all.
Theoretically, zombie clones could use this skill as well.
However, Fang Heng realized that it was not very effective when he used the skill.
Different from before, he only needed to order the zombie clone to run and complete simple skills.
Perhaps it was because the SSS-level skill was extremely difficult to use. With just one command from Fang Heng, the zombie clone could not complete the corresponding operation. He still needed to divert his attention to control it.
Doing so would consume Fang Heng’s extra mental energy.
This consumption of mental energy was not reflected in the numerical value!
Previously, Fang Heng had experienced a surge in his spiritual power when he entered the game world of the Barbaric World.
Therefore, he was clear that the reason why his head was dizzy and that he couldn’t fully control the zombie clone was that his spirit attribute wasn’t enough.
For the time being, he couldn’t send a large number of zombie clones into the secondary space projection to cast the skill.
In addition, the difficulty in releasing the skill was also related to his low proficiency in the skill, low level in spatial science, and low talent in spatial science.
Fang Heng took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He reached out and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
The mental energy consumption was a little high, but it was far from the point of backlash.
At least this attempt was a success.
As long as he was given a little more time, he would be able to raise his spirit attribute, spatial talent, and spatial level together!
By that time, the efficiency would only increase!
Lu Yanlong came back to his senses after the initial shock.
He knew that the zombies who had tried to enter the secondary space projection were controlled by Fang Heng.
Obviously, none of the zombies came out alive.
Lu Yanlong carefully looked at Fang Heng and asked, “Mr. Fang, are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”
Fang Heng rested for a while, then continued to control the zombie clones.
The next step was simple.
He just needed to hack and level up.
Fang Heng stood where he was and controlled more than 10 zombie clones to enter the secondary space projection passage every 10 minutes. He started to farm the spatial science skill experience points.
Then, he rested for another ten minutes to recover his energy.
During the break, he observed the battlefield and collected the evolutionary crystals dropped by the mutated creatures.
…
As time passed, game notifications kept appearing on Fang Heng’s retina.
[Hint: The player’s zombie clone has sensed the power of space in the secondary space projection. The player’s spatial experience points +5,099, and the player’s spatial talent +0.001.]
[Hint: The player’s spatial science skill level has increased to Level 4.]
[Hint: The player’s zombie clone has been affected by the spatial turbulence in the secondary space projection. The zombie clone has died…]
[Hint: The player’s level has increased to Level 32. Due to the player’s innate skill, the player has obtained an additional 525 zombie clones.]
[Hint: Current number of zombie clones: 3,150.]
[Hint: The player’s Level 33 upgrade requirement: Tier 1 mutant crystal*1,200.]
The wails of zombies could be heard again.
More zombie clones reached out from the surrounding underground desert and struggled to climb out, gathering around Fang Heng.
Level 33 required 1,200 Tier 1 mutant crystals.
It was a little difficult.
Fang Heng wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive until the mutated monsters completely retreated tonight.
As for the spatial skill experience points, it was a very metaphysical skill.
Every time the zombie clone went to the secondary space projection, he would get a different harvest.
Some of them were worth tens of thousands of points, while others were worth nothing.
Similarly, none of the zombie clones successfully returned to the world through the secondary space projection passage.
Continue to work hard!
When his spirit recovered Fang Heng continued to control more than ten zombie clones entering the secondary space projection.
At this moment, in the main base of the Federation about ten kilometers away from the sentry tower, a large number of mutated creatures surged from all directions!
They were blocked outside the high-voltage electric fence at the outermost layer of the camp!
Electric sparks flashed crazily!
The guards of the Empire had solemn expressions.
The number of mutated creatures today was more than the previous few days!
In the past, the player teams that were entrusted by the Federation to guard the outpost would often shout that they couldn’t take it and hint at the Western District Federation to increase their pay.
But no matter what, they could at least last for an hour and a half.
Some of them could even last up to three hours!
But today, in just over an hour, most of the player teams had already abandoned the outpost and retreated.
Just as the federal soldiers were using long-range sniper rifles to weaken the number of high-level mutated creatures on the sentry tower, the iron gate to the west of the camp opened.
More than ten military trucks loaded with supplies slowly left the camp.
When the guards saw this, they could not help but feel puzzled.
What’s the situation in the south?
Why were they still sending supplies out at this time?
Speaking of which, it was a little strange. It seemed a large number of mutated creatures were attacking in all the other directions, but the South seemed to be very calm.
Even until now, he had not received any warning of danger.
It looked as if the mutated creatures that were attacking the south had scattered in the other three directions.
“Be alert! Prepare to release a high-intensity electromagnetic barrier!”
The leader’s shout pulled everyone’s attention back.
“Yes, sir!”
At the same time, in the central command room of the camp.
Patrio, the regional commander in charge of guarding the camp, also saw the scene of the transport truck through the surveillance screen.
He asked with a frown, “What’s going on?”
“Sir! It is a material delivery order signed by Sergeant Dallas.”
What time was it?
They even had the time to transport supplies?
A hint of anger appeared on Patrio’s face.
What was Dallas doing?
In the past few days, he had heard a lot of complaints from Dallas about the outpost’s commission.
In the words of Dallas: ‘A bunch of unruly people!’
Today, he was inexplicably distributing supplies to this group of useless people.
Was his brain kicked by a donkey?
Seeing that Commander Patrio’s expression was unfriendly, a soldier explained, “The supplies are transported by the people of the Starfish Company to Outpost No. 8.”
“Outpost No. 8?”
“Yes, the Starfish Company team is still guarding Outpost No. 8.”
Patrio acknowledged the reason and fell silent.
Starfish Company was a large resource company.
It was normal to have such strength.
Even so, if Dallas were to stand in front of him, Patrio would be furious and question Dallas why he was wasting resources on those unruly people!
Soon, elite-level mutated creatures would appear among the monsters.
It was impossible for anyone to continue guarding the outpost!
It would be a waste to send them supplies now!
In the offline command room, as more and more player companies could not withstand the attacks of the mutated creatures and began to retreat, the entire hall gradually quieted down.
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