Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 3295: Malfunction

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Don’t look back!"

The patriarch shouted, and immediately behind him came the screams of his companions.

The spawns’ martial artists failed to dodge and were cleaved in two by the crescent blade, blood spraying everywhere.

In the main control room, Valentin stared intently at the spirit projection on the screen, his eyes full of disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

He slammed his fist heavily on the command station, his whole body trembling, partly from excitement, partly from fear.

"How could the War God Puppet attack our people! This is absolutely impossible!"

The deputy commander’s face was also pale. "Could it be a malfunction in the control module?"

"A malfunction? Are you joking?!"

"The War God Puppet was personally created by the God Clan. How could it malfunction? It possesses self-awareness, and we don’t have any control over it!"

Valentin vented his wrath at the deputy commander, then suddenly remembered something and turned sharply toward the image of Fang Heng on the screen.

"It’s him! It must be Fang Heng behind this!"

A surge of unprecedented terror rose in Valentin’s heart.

Fang Heng!

How had that guy managed this!

At the same time, Zane had the same thought as Valentin.

Watching the spawns’ martial artists flee from the War God Puppet, he instinctively turned toward Fang Heng.

D*mn!

Not only did he possess the God Clan’s abilities, but he could even control their exclusive War God Puppet.

And you still say you’re not the God Clan’s illegitimate child?

Fang Heng noticed Zane’s scrutinizing gaze and said lightly, "Let’s go, let’s take a look inside."

"Hehe, alright."

Zane immediately stopped overthinking and laughed, following closely behind Fang Heng, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

Fang Heng slipped through the gap in the bronze door pushed open by the War God Puppet.

The view before him suddenly opened up.

A massive circular hall, with a radius of five to six hundred meters, stretched out.

The interior curved walls were densely engraved with runes, emitting a dark golden light. On the floor, circular patterns radiated outward from the center.

Almost instantly, Fang Heng’s and Zane’s eyes were drawn to a round ball levitating at the center of the hall.

A fist-sized orb floated quietly above a wooden sacrificial altar.

A faint silver light swirled over its surface, as if draped in a flowing silver cloak, giving it an unreal appearance.

It seemed as if the orb itself were liquid.

Fang Heng focused on the orb. He felt as if his body had been struck, and two images flashed in his mind.

The Death Realm Orb!

The Holy Realm Orb!

This silver, flowing orb was remarkably similar to them.

For a moment, Fang Heng felt confused.

His instinct told him that this orb was undoubtedly the same type as those others.

Recalling the scene he had seen during his Super-God level necromancy advancement, the memory resurfaced.

Seven orbs in total?

Two had already been identified as the Death Realm Orb and the Holy Realm Orb. This one was the third?

Did these orbs carry some special significance?

"Whoa, what is this thing? Looks pretty powerful,"

Zane, unaware of the change in Fang Heng’s expression, approached the central orb out of curiosity. He had never seen anything like it before, but suddenly stopped.

"Holy shit! The spiritual fluctuations!"

Zane perceived the mental ripples radiating from the orb, cursed under his breath, his face paling, and quickly stepped back to Fang Heng’s side.

"Fang Heng, be careful. This thing isn’t right."

"Mm."

Like the Death Realm and Holy Realm Orbs, this orb continuously emitted waves of aura outward.

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and took a small step forward, entering the giant outer circle drawn on the hall floor.

Immediately, a mixed, extremely chaotic mental stimulation directly struck his sea of consciousness.

He quickly suppressed it with his mental strength.

"Occult... psychic... mysticism..."

Fang Heng muttered to himself, distinguishing the source of the fluctuations in his consciousness, then looked up again at the orb.

The mental disturbance was undoubtedly spreading from the orb itself.

The fluctuations were extremely chaotic and mixed multiple disciplines.

Any ordinary person approaching unprepared would have their consciousness completely torn apart by the spiritual ripples.

Zane whispered, "Fang Heng, I think we’ve found something incredible."

"Mm."

Fang Heng lightly acknowledged and stepped forward two more steps.

The mental shock became even stronger.

Looking down, he realized the circular patterns on the floor were not drawn at random.

The hall had been specially constructed to absorb the mental shock radiating from the orb.

Each deeper circle increased the intensity of the mental shock.

Fang Heng thought it was a pity.

If he had more time, he could have arranged Pillars of Black Fog around to possibly gather information about the silver orb, or even trigger a mission.

"Let’s get closer and take a look."

This time, Zane approached more cautiously, stopping about a hundred meters from the inner circle, feeling he had reached his limit.

Fang Heng also used his mental strength to resist the ripples from the silver orb, slowly moving closer to the center, stopping beside Zane.

Zane marveled silently at Fang Heng’s terrifying mental strength.

He had reached his limit, yet Fang Heng’s casual demeanor clearly showed he had not.

"Fang Heng, do you know what this is?"

"I’ve seen something similar before, but I’m not sure what it is."

Zane licked his lips, greed showing in his eyes. "Anyway, it’s definitely valuable. Let’s not worry about it—can we take it with us?"

"I’ll think about it."

Fang Heng focused on the silver orb.

Based on his experience controlling orbs before, directly manipulating one was nearly impossible without temporarily locking part of its outwardly radiating power with an outer protective net.

He glanced at his backpack.

Conveniently, in the Death Realm, he had removed the dark golden protective net from the Death Realm Orb to use its power to suppress Netherworld creatures and stored it in his backpack.

The dark golden net should also work on the orb in the hall.

He decided to give it a try.

Just as Fang Heng was about to act, he frowned, raising his head in alert toward the ceiling.

Zane’s heart skipped a beat, and he followed Fang Heng’s gaze upward.

The ceiling, also covered in circular patterns, flickered. The dark golden light rapidly condensed into a mirror-like projection.

Fang Heng’s pupils contracted.

The God Clan!

The mirror clearly reflected the face of Xius, the God Clan descender.