Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game - Chapter 2362

Chapter 2362 Pursuit
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They were about to reach the Root tribe’s habitat!

The humiliation he suffered today would be repaid to Fang Heng a hundredfold in the future!

In the rear, Prince Carl flew to Fang Heng’s side, kneeling on one knee, and reported, “Your Majesty, it’s been confirmed. Ahead lies a hidden habitat of the Root tribe. It seems Vannes is desperate and seeking refuge with them. Should we move now to eliminate him?”

“Hmm…”

Fang Heng observed Vannes fleeing in a sorry state from afar, stroking his chin with a thoughtful expression.

In fact, they had been relentlessly pursuing Vannes for quite some time now.

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However, Fang Heng had refrained from involving the vampire princes in the battle, instead patiently whittling down Vannes’s subordinates, decimating a large portion of them.

His strategy aimed to follow the leads and uncover any potential secret strongholds to completely eliminate the Leaf tribe.

It turned out to be quite fortuitous.

Never did he expect to stumble upon the territory of the Root tribe.

When it came to habitats, the Root tribe proved more cautious compared to the Wood and Leaf tribes.

According to precise intelligence from the Federation, the sacred sapling of the Root tribe wasn’t being cultivated in their main habitat but rather in some hidden and secluded area.

It was highly likely that they were right on top of it!

“Is the Federation ready?”

“They’ve deployed long-range beam weapons around the periphery of the Wood tribe’s main habitat.”

Fang Heng nodded. “Good, let’s move!”

Previously, when Vannes fled from the Leaf tribe’s habitat, he had taken along numerous valuable artifacts from within his clan.

Time was of the essence.

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Since Vannes no longer had any utility, it was time to eliminate him completely and secure those artifacts.

“I need something from Vannes. Don’t let him reach the Root tribe’s camp.”

“Understood.”

Three vampire princes received the command and immediately joined the battlefield, swiftly flying towards the fleeing Vannes in the distance.

Sensing the sudden emergence of three powerful lifeblood strengths behind him, Vannes, in the midst of his escape, turned pale.

D*mn it!

He was so close!

Just a little further!

A bit more, and he would see the secret habitat of the Root tribe!

But now, this mere kilometer stretch ahead of him seemed like an insurmountable barrier!

Vannes looked desperate.

Just a little bit more!

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The three vampire princes caught up to Vannes, conjuring blazing blood-colored spheres in front of them.

“Swoosh! Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!”

In the next instant, dense blood-colored bombs rained down upon Vannes, covering him completely.

“Boom! Boom boom boom boom!!!”

The blood spheres exploded on the ground, creating massive craters with soil and shrapnel flying everywhere, engulfed in rolling smoke and dust.

“Huh?”

Prince Carl glanced at the deep craters, his brow furrowing slightly, letting out a soft exclamation.

Suddenly, from beneath the smoke and dust, dense vines shot out vigorously from the craters!

Layer upon layer of vines swiftly formed a barrier in front of Vannes, blocking the shockwaves from the exploding blood bombs.

“Great Elder!”

Vannes turned to see the arrival of Geoffrey, the Great Elder of the Root tribe, behind him, filled with immense relief.

They had actually caught up!

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Finally, he managed to cling to life at the very last moment!

Geoffrey glanced at Vannes briefly, then looked up at the swarm of Lickers surging towards the Root tribe’s habitat behind him, like a tide. He immediately formed an imprint in front of him with his hands.

“Tree Fortress!”

“Bang! Bang bang bang!!”

The ground in front of them exploded!

Countless dense black tree roots surged out from the cracks in the ground and quickly shot toward the Lickers.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!!!”

The huge roots and vines danced wildly!

The Lickers that were charging towards Vannes were instantly knocked back by the dense burst of tree roots!

Immediately after, more and denser roots rapidly ascended from behind Vannes, intertwining and knotted together until they formed a gigantic upside-down tree fortress barrier on the ground!

The entire barrier, deep black in color, securely guarded the domain of the Root tribe’s habitat at its center.

Geoffrey stood before the barrier, his gaze icy as he observed the Licker horde swiftly regrouping for a second assault on the root barrier. He called out sharply, “Fang Heng! I know you’re there! Come out!”

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The Licker group, instead of continuing their attack on the root barrier, parted to create a small path.

Fang Heng emerged from the parted path, looking up at Geoffrey.

“Great Elder, you’re looking for me?” Fang Heng asked, puzzled.

It struck Fang Heng as odd. He noticed that the Great Elder of the Root tribe had significantly enhanced his power compared to before.

What’s going on here?

The Root tribe had not lost their sacred tree sapling, which inherently made them stronger overall compared to the Leaf tribe and Wood tribe. This fact was within Fang Heng’s expectations.

However, the extent of this strength increase seemed excessive.

Upon closer inspection, Fang Heng noticed wisps of black mist subtly dispersing from the vines and roots summoned by Geoffrey.

Pollution?

Fang Heng’s pupils contracted suddenly as his mind raced with thoughts.

Vannes, seizing the opportunity while he was free from confinement and despite his weakened state, stood up and approached Geoffrey quietly. He whispered, “Great Elder Geoffrey, Fang Heng, and the Federation just invaded our habitat. Now he’s heading towards you. Be cautious, Fang Heng’s advancement in strength is unusually rapid. By the way, have you seen Elder Senzo?”

Geoffrey’s tone remained cold as he replied, “No, but I fear his situation looks grim.”

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“What?”

Vannes’s pupils widened dramatically as he stared intensely at Geoffrey, demanding, “What happened? What’s wrong with Elder Senzo?”

“I don’t know,” Geoffrey replied coldly, glancing briefly at Vannes before continuing, “Since our habitat has been destroyed and your Leaf tribe is at its end, I offer you a chance to live. Will you pledge allegiance to our Root tribe?”

Vannes was momentarily stunned by Geoffrey’s words, standing still and unsure how to respond.

The Great Elder was dead, their habitat destroyed…

In just a second, Vannes felt like he had fallen from heaven to hell.

“To submit or to die?”

Vannes snapped out of his daze.

He understood Geoffrey’s implication clearly now, his fists clenched tightly, and he turned to look at Fang Heng with intense anger burning in his eyes.

Everything started because of Fang Heng.

“I choose to live! Only by living can I seek revenge!”

“I am willing to submit,” Vannes declared, his voice filled with determination. “Please, Great Elder, grant me a chance for revenge in the future.”

“Very well. You will not regret your decision today,” Geoffrey responded firmly.

Geoffrey lifted his head and addressed Fang Heng, who was slowly approaching. “Fang Heng, as you’ve heard, Vannes has submitted to our Root tribe. We do not wish to engage with you. Leave this place, and I can pretend that nothing has happened.”

Fang Heng gazed at the Great Elder of the Root tribe and checked the game hint that had opened up.

“So, you’ve pledged allegiance to that guy?” Geoffrey looked at Fang Heng, his expression subtly shifting. He sighed deeply.

After pledging allegiance to the prideful demonic seed, his sea of consciousness had come under the influence of a controlling power. Now, there was no turning back for the entire Root tribe.