Empire Black Knight

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide.
Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed?
Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer?
He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone?
Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt!
[Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.]
[Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.]
Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest.
Hm... What an interesting game!

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At the entrance of the art gallery, Hao Zhou and the others had just stuffed a small portion of the valuable paintings into the truck.

Kun Ba wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"It's not enough. There are still a lot of sculptures at the entrance of the first floor. We need to make some space for them."

"Okay, we'll keep a big truck to carry the Heart of the Apocalypse. After we send one batch, we'll come back and move them a few more times."

Hao Zhou wasn't greedy. In his opinion, with a big truck, they could probably move it back and forth three or four times. Although they wouldn't be able to move all of them, they could still move most of them.

"I'm afraid only Tyrant can move the Heart of the Apocalypse."

As they were talking, Kun Ba saw something, and his expression became strange.

Not far away, Fang Heng brought a group of zombies and walked around from the back parking lot.

Stage 2