Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Back in the hall on the basement floor of the clock tower, several witchers were sitting around a slate engraved with a small magic circle.

"let's start."

Chen Lin invited Fang Heng and the three of them to sit together outside the stone slab of the Magic Array.

"Searching for the location of the holy artifact of the blood race is a method handed down by our demon hunters from ancient times. In the past, doing so would cost a lot, and the location of the holy artifact obtained was not accurate enough, but it is different now."

"There is a weak connection between the sacred artifacts of the blood race. As long as we get one of them, we can explore the approximate locations of the other sacred artifacts more simply and efficiently."

Chen Lin said and looked at Fang Heng, "We need to use the holy artifact you just got for investigation, and put it on the magic circle first."

Fang Heng nodded to show his understanding, and took out the blood clan holy artifact gauntlet he had just acquired and placed it in the center of the slate.

Chen Lin looked around the crowd.

"Everyone, let's get started."

Sitting around the stone slab, several witch hunters who assisted in controlling the magic disk cut their wrists and dripped blood on the stone slab of the central magic circle.

Then, several people reached out and pressed the edge of the magic circle stone slab at the same time.

Energy pours into the slate.

A faint light flickered on the slate.

The blood-sacred artifact gauntlet placed in the center of the slate was moved by the power of the magic circle, shaking slightly, and then gradually suspended in the air.

The blood on the magic circle was also pulled by a special force and began to gather, condensed into tiny dots, and moved slowly on the stone slab.

"The central point of the magic circle slate is our current location. After that, according to the four directions of east, west, north and south, the positions of all blood-sacred artifacts will be displayed in the state of blood droplets and displayed on the slate."

"The error will not be very large, about a thousand meters or so."

As he was talking, Chen Lin lowered his head and looked at the center of the magic disk again.

What?

Chen Lin looked stunned.

What is this situation? !

I saw that on the slate, a large lump of blood condensed into a ball, and then gathered towards the center.

The witchers also looked strange.

error?

Chen Lin frowned.

Is the secret method left by the ancestors wrong? Or did something go wrong?

The rest of the witchers who assisted in controlling the magic circle were also dumbfounded.

It was their first time to control and use this magic circle slate.

After all, the Demon Hunters did not have the Sanctuary of the Blood Race to support them in doing this before, not to mention that most of the Holy Artifacts of the Blood Race were in the hands of the Blood Race, and there was no need to mobilize the secret method to find the specific location of the Holy Artifact of the Blood Race.

One minute passed quickly.

On the stone slab of the magic circle, a large amount of blood is gathered in the center, and the rest of the blood is scattered in every corner of the magic plate.

What went wrong?

Chen Lin couldn't answer, obviously everything was operated according to the way passed down by the ancestors, how could it be so strange?

Fang Heng looked at the slate.

He was a little confused at first, but he quickly reacted.

Slate is no problem.

The problem is himself.

The slate can also feel the sacred artifact from other worlds.

So there was a bug.

Such a large mass of blood should correspond to the sacred artifact of the blood race on his body.

"Cough cough."

Fang Heng coughed lightly and explained, "It's alright, the Slate Magic Array is running fine, I still have a few Blood Race sacred artifacts brought from other worlds on my body, I think the Slate should be disturbed by the Blood Race sacred artifact on my body, exceptions will occur.”

"what?"

Chen Lin was startled when he heard the words, and looked at Fang Heng suspiciously.

The rest of the witchers also cast surprising glances at Fang Heng.

It was him?

But……

Judging from the amount of such a large mass of blood condensed in the center of the slate...

Are you sure you really only have a few?

Also, how did you get so many Vampire Saint Artifacts?

What is your origin?

"Everyone." Fang Heng focused everyone's attention and continued, "Ignore this for now, I want to know where the blood cross is."

"Ok."

Chen Lin followed with a light hum, nodded and said: "Except for the blood at the center point, the other scattered blood on the slate represents the position of the holy artifact. To be honest, I can't determine which one corresponds to the blood cross. The information obtained is used for analysis and judgment.”

"I think this point should be the sacred artifact of the blood family belonging to the Antutu clan..."

Hearing this, Mo Jiawei also dug out the information he had collected from Meng Hao not long ago, and turned on the built-in camera of the game and took a picture of the slate. He was going to compare it with the points on the magic disk, and then deduce which point was on it. The bit belongs to the cross of blood.

It's a bit difficult.

It would be nice if Meng Hao was here at this time.

He has a better understanding of the blood race forces.

"what?"

Suddenly, Mo Jiawei noticed something, and frowned as he looked at the magic circle slate.

"Hey, look, why is this so strange?"

Mo Jiawei reached out and pointed to a certain point of blood on the magic plate.

"Did he just move?"

"It's moving again!"

Everyone looked at the point on the slate pointed by Mo Jiawei, and the drop of blood was rapidly leaping towards the center of the slate intermittently.

Every time it takes a big step forward.

"Why are you jumping so fast all of a sudden? Something went wrong?"

"No, it should be someone who carried the sacred artifact of the blood race and used the teleportation array to move for a short time and a long distance. The slate detection is limited, and it can't react."

"Oh."

Mo Jiawei snorted, and then looked at the fast-moving blood on the magic disk, and asked with a frown, "So, someone is bringing the sacred artifact of the blood race towards us?"

Everyone was startled.

Taking a closer look, it is indeed as Mo Jiawei said, the blood drop is rapidly approaching the center of the slate.

Fang Heng raised his head and asked, "Where was this spot at the beginning?"

Mo Jiawei quickly took out the photo he just took and compared it, pointing to a certain point above, "It's here."

The crowd looked suspicious.

Chen Lin said solemnly, "I don't know who it is. It will take some time to tell them apart."

But one thing is certain.

The vampire who owns the sacred artifact of vampire~www.NovelMTL.com~ is most likely to be the marquis of vampire.

And he came towards the clock tower!

After a period of high-speed operation, the speed of blood movement began to decrease, but it was still approaching the location of the central clock tower.

That's right.

His target should be the clock tower!

The witcher camp has been discovered!

The faces of the people changed slightly.

The most disturbing thing in Chen Lin's heart finally happened.

He immediately stopped manipulating the slate and looked at everyone, "Check the magic circle of the clock tower, call all the witchers urgently, and prepare to fight!"

"clear!"

Chen Lin assigned a task and was about to go out to preside over the overall situation, when Fang Heng grabbed it.

"What are you going to do? Do you have a plan? Do you still want to force the vampire who just chased after him?"