Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Puh puh, blegh, ah blegh!"

Zhao Dezhu spat out the dirt from his mouth, looking back to see Zhang Su with his back turned. He jumped in front of him, his expression exaggerated, "Bro, did you really put the whole bottle in? That light just now was at least twenty meters high!"

He clearly remembered the explosion experiment they did in the ravine before, where the range of the purple light ball was about five to ten meters. The major deviation this time was mainly because he was busy protecting Yu Qing back then and had only glanced briefly.

But this time, he looked through his binoculars very clearly, using the blurry zombie bodies as reference. He roughly estimated the diameter of the explosion’s light ball to be over twenty meters. Even though he was just a fish slaughterer, he knew that the internal volume of a sphere with a twenty-meter diameter was much more than just one or two times bigger than that of a ten-meter diameter sphere!

"Damn!"

Chen Hanzhou shook his head, using his mechanical prosthetic to shield himself while holding binoculars in his other hand. He saw the purple light ball very clearly just now, and it was indeed as Zhao Dezhu described, about twenty meters high.

"The volume of a ten-meter diameter sphere is about more than five hundred cubic meters. Could a twenty-meter sphere be four or five thousand cubic meters? Did I calculate it wrong..."

With that calculation, even Chen Hanzhou himself wasn’t confident anymore. He didn’t say it outright, but the implication was that Zhang Su used a very large dose, because, in his understanding, the power and dosage of explosives don’t increase linearly; there would be some decay. For example, to increase the explosive power by ten times, the required dosage must be more than ten times.

"Ask your wife about it later!"

Zhang Su didn’t directly answer Zhao Dezhu, implying not to ask now. He turned around, watching the dust slowly settle. A few climbed up to the FJ Cruiser’s roof, peering into the distance. Others needed binoculars—he didn’t. A magical scene appeared.

Nearly two kilometers away, a dark shadow area could be vaguely seen on the ground. It was unmistakably within the range of the purple bubble from before. A chunk of earth had been gouged out, like using an ice cream scoop to scoop a spoonful from a smooth ice cream!

The zombies pushed away by the shock wave were all over the place. Severed limbs were considered mild; some were left with just an upper torso, the chest empty below. They dragged their remains, crawling with effort, while those baring their teeth were even more terrifying. The scene was more horrific than Hell itself.

It was a pity they couldn’t lure the Number One corpse herd from the west to merge with the northwest; otherwise, more zombies would have been annihilated!

But this was enough to shock Zhang Su because he knew exactly how much Ascension Original Liquid was used—just one milliliter, doubling the dose from the power test.

He couldn’t understand why doubling the material resulted in an explosive power that was tenfold. He could only wait to ask the experts in this field later. Perhaps they wouldn’t know either, because this thing defies science!

Could there have been a Venom Zombie at the blast site?

Impossible...

Zhang Su immediately dismissed the thought. They had thoroughly checked the corpse herds several times—there might be Petrified Skin Zombies hidden, but absolutely no Venom Zombies. If there were, they would have been rooted out long ago...

It was precisely because they confirmed there were no Venom Zombies that they dared to set off the fireworks. Otherwise, if there really had been a Venom Zombie abundant in Venom Liquid during the explosion, even being two kilometers away would have left them no chance of survival. Only one person on site could survive, and that was Pan Guoliang inside the iron tank...

Not only Zhang Su was interested in the effect of the fireworks, but many others climbed onto roofs to observe through binoculars. The entire distant scene was laid out before their eyes, sending chills through them and speeding up their heartbeats.

The people on site had experienced the apocalypse. The mere appearance of zombies was magical enough. Their imagination wasn’t lacking, easily picturing the consequences of such explosive power on themselves.

Four words: human evaporation.

The situation in the distance was just like that. So many zombies vanished into thin air like David Copperfield.

Liao Youzhi and Gong Chengming’s groups were wiped out by a Fire-breathing Zombie, yet some bone dust at least remained. The purple bubble took away everything within its range; the explosion site felt like it had been hit by a mini black hole, making one’s soul shiver!

"This is the method we use at Celestial Horse Island to protect the camp—a big firework. How do you all feel?"

Zhang Su stood on the roof of the car. Silence filled his ears; everyone seemed to have forgotten to speak, only uttering a few unmeaningful exclamations occasionally. He decided to humbly break the silence.

After speaking, an amusing scene unfolded.

In his mind, numbers representing the number of people from each faction sincerely joining Celestial Horse Island started to jump! One number after another leaped up!

"That purple is simply not of this world. My God, King Yama, you must be the embodiment of light; this must be the divine flame borrowed from God, specifically to purify the wicked roaming the earth!"

Yang Xinqi put down his binoculars, standing on an SUV roof, turning to Zhang Su, piously making a cross on his chest. At that moment, in his eyes, Zhang Su seemed to carry a halo.

Zhang Su spread his hands with a smile, "You mention light, and I forgot to tell you all something. We’ve abandoned the old Gregorian calendar at Celestial Horse Island. We have our own Bright Calendar. Today is... Bright Calendar January 25th. Remember this great day."

If people here had heard this before, they’d likely have scoffed since Celestial Horse Island wasn’t the only faction changing the calendar; every instance was met with ridicule...

But after witnessing the grand firework called "grape," no one laughed. They felt that a force possessing such a mighty weapon deserved its own special calendar, truly possessing the power to rebuild civilization and seize control!

"Bright Calendar..."

Li Zongkai mumbled this name, feeling an inexplicable sense of admiration welling up inside.

As the sound of the purple bubble’s explosion brushed past the eardrums, many members of the Civilization Guardian couldn’t help but get goosebumps on their arms. Especially when they saw that stretch of darkness on the ground, seemingly stamped by the envoy of Hell, the goosebumps even spread to their necks.

Whether it was God’s flame of retribution or the tread of Hell’s envoy, the unchangeable outcome was that the zombie horde from the Northwest was basically devoured by the grape, with the remaining few either blasted away, dead or crippled!

First using a loudspeaker to attract them, concentrating the zombie horde as much as possible toward the center with over 20 zombies crammed per square meter. Even with 8,000 zombies, it was only a circle of 400 square meters. If the grape’s diameter indeed reached 20 meters, the explosion’s coverage was over 300 square meters!

Though this range seemed not too large, as long as the horde’s density was large enough, the damage would be considerable. After all, it took just less than ten minutes.

Killing seven to eight thousand zombies in ten minutes with an extra grand firework and a gentle breeze, it’s worth it!

Liu Yao’s face turned an abnormal flush; he was awestruck by the explosion’s overwhelming power, his blood pressure unconsciously rising. Forgetting whether he had taken his blood pressure medicine in the morning, he felt dizzy, stirring up all the deep-seated fragments of fear within.

In his heart, he couldn’t help but feel a cubic root of fear—was this really a weapon humans could control?

Celestial Horse Island was hiding such a weapon; he recalled his previous intention to come alone and stir up trouble, finding it so ridiculous.

It was like a three-year-old child wielding a plastic toy shovel, claiming to take on a fully armed special forces soldier; perhaps his Little Eagle Association couldn’t even see the grape bomb because they simply didn’t deserve it!

Liu Yao rarely displayed fear. He stared at the person on top of the car with frightened eyes, not knowing how many secrets he still held. Is this guy invulnerable, an immortal existence?

"Liao Youzhi, oh Liao Youzhi... do you want to see what kind of guy you’ve provoked, truly amazing!"

Wu Baokang couldn’t help but lament Liao Youzhi’s foolishness, holding one hand to his temple shaking his head, while the other hand tightly gripping the sweat-covered steel rod, though it didn’t affect his grip because of the non-slip gloves.

"A miracle... this is absolutely a miracle, King Yama is invincible! The Yama Corps is unbeatable!"

Zhang Xin snapped back from shock, raising his fist and shouting loudly. What did it matter if the zombie horde was attracted? Just eliminate them. At this moment, all he wanted to do was shout out his excitement, fulfilling just one duty—to flatter!

Members of the Survivor Alliance’s Vanguard Corps, Team Three, followed Zhang Xin’s shout together.

"King Yama is invincible! The Yama Corps is unbeatable!"

Immediately, members of Team Two and Search Team Three of the Vanguard Corps began to shout as well.

Just as the previously low spirits spread like a virus, the intense excitement was equally contagious; members of Little Eagle Association, Civilization Guardian, and Apocalypse Corps also joined in the chant.

Eventually, even members of Celestial Horse Island’s Reserve Team joined the shouting ranks, hearts filled with enthusiasm.

The Yama Corps members did not shout, as they were enjoying the compliments. Not everyone could accept it with poise since not all participated in the discovery of the Venom Zombie.

"Survivor Alliance: 46/298, Civilization Guardian: 26/129, Apocalypse Corps: 21/133, Little Eagle Association: 21/77"

With the chants ringing out, everyone present genuinely desired to join Celestial Horse Island. The admiration for strength was infinitely magnified in the apocalypse; when an absolute powerhouse appeared, they inevitably became the target of adoration.

Zhang Su did not immediately stop everyone’s shouts; choosing to resist the zombie horde was for this very moment.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan stood in the crowd, gazing at Zhang Su with eyes full of admiration, feeling extremely thrilled. They had never imagined a day where hundreds of people would cheer for them, a glory they owed entirely to their man.

Zhang Su felt the women’s gaze and gently responded. But as his eyes swept across, he noticed a gaze that was previously somewhat inappropriate, Su Xiaoya.

Standing behind Yang Liehuo with the lady entourage, Su Xiaoya directed a burning gaze at Zhang Su, completely different from those of the older sisters and aunts.

Should I find time to talk to Su Xiaoya?

It might not be necessary, though...

Su Xiaoya had not made any further moves and, being motivated by affection, was developing toward a positive direction, which was a good sign.

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