Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

"A Cerberus that only needs 1/10 of the summoning slot?"

Han Mu's face was full of surprise.

Counting the hidden attributes of the [Summon Undead] talent at full level.

He now has more than 100 summoning slots.

If all of them are used to summon Cerberus, then the undead army will not be able to break through a thousand in minutes.

Of course, it is impossible to summon all the hellhounds.

Cerberus has a keen sense of smell and fast movement, but its attack power is the bottom of all arms.

It can kill zombies, but if it encounters an evolutionary body, it is 80% impossible.

However, if more than 10 Cerberus are encountered at the same time, the situation is reversed.

A team of wolves and hounds capable of hunting large beasts.

And a group of hellhounds without the concept of death and fear is even more terrifying than a pack of wolves.

They roam around constantly, eating away at the enemy's stamina while creating wounds.

When the enemy is exhausted, unleash the fatal blow.

No one is more patient and cruel than them.

Moreover, whether it is a ghoul or a Cerberus, it can obtain evolutionary energy by devouring carrion and corpses.

In other words, raising a group of hellhounds can help him save a lot of crystal cores.

In the end, there is not much, just corpses and carrion all over the floor.

This is simply the most suitable hunting ground for Cerberus.

While waiting for the undead army to clear the battlefield, Han Mu took the opportunity to call.

Expand the undead heavy armour, skeleton archer, and undead warrior to 40.

The Undead Repeater has been expanded to 50.

The rest of the summoning positions are reserved for the Cerberus.

With the continuous summoning, even with a large number of corpses sacrificed, and the consumption reduction of the full-level [Dead Contract], Han Mu almost died.

His face was pale, and his brain seemed to be evacuated.

Fortunately, more than 400 hellhounds were still summoned.

Dark skin, pieces of muscle as strong as steel, the overall shape is streamlined, full of terrifying explosive power.

Sharp bone spurs sprout from its joints and back, three razor-sharp claws on each limb, and two rows of sharp fangs in its rotting mouth.

The scarlet eyes were full of ferocity and the desire to kill.

Han Mu ordered all the hellhounds to form a square array, and the whole process was smooth and natural.

If the [Dead Contract] is upgraded to full level, it is a change that makes Han Mu the most satisfied.

That is the attribute of [Undead Control +100%].

The undead only have simple wisdom, so many complex orders and lineups simply cannot be completed.

The improvement of the undead's control power is to strengthen his control over the undead.

Make it easier for these undead soldiers to understand and fulfill his orders.

To put it bluntly, it is to reduce the difficulty of communication.

"Teams of ten, go around to hunt zombies and bring back all the survivors who are still alive, don't forget the crystal core."

Han Mu broke up more than 400 Cerberus into forty teams.

Focus on shopping malls and hotels, clean up those scattered zombies and find more survivors.

By the way, there are two large residential areas on the other side of the mall, both of which need to be cleaned up by the undead army.

Cerberus has a sensitive nose and can easily distinguish the difference between zombies and living people.

Zombies can be found hundreds of meters apart.

Arguably the best hunting dog.

After cleaning up all the zombies, Han Mu informed Park Zhengyi to bring someone over to wash the floor.

Of course, the most important thing is to collect the materials in the commercial street.

The materials of the entire commercial street are added together, which is equivalent to the sum of several shopping malls.

It would be a waste to stay here.

...

"Which one are you looking for today?"

"Forget it, give yourself a day off."

Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Han Mu lay comfortably in the bathtub, looking at the world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sky is very broad, and the dim city has a different taste.

dong dong dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door, and then it slowly opened.

A pair of long ivory legs entered the room.

Seeing these legs, Han Mu guessed who was coming.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Zhiyan, dressed in a black one-piece three-point swimsuit, dressed sexy and even slightly exposed, walked slowly into the room on high heels.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Mu leaned back and asked speechlessly.

I always feel that this woman is not quite right today.

"Don't you want me to come?"

Jin Zhiyan's eyes were alluring, and his entire body, together with his head, slowly sank into the pool.

"Don't come here if you want to swim, I'm not a swimming pool."

Feeling a strand of hair brushing across his thigh, Han Mu sighed, speechless.

I sigh in my heart, I have to work overtime again today.

Nima's, it's really hard to give yourself a fake.

......

Early in the morning, Han Mu threw aside the arm that was draped over him.

"I'm not tall, I'm quite heavy, I want to kill him."

Muttering in his mouth, he finished the simple wash.

Han Mu went downstairs to the commercial street.

Park Zhengyi is taking a group of survivors and driving a forklift to transport away piles of zombie corpses.

It is expected that it will take at least a day to clear all the zombies.

Han Mu found a few people and drove the big truck towards the gas station.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Han Mu looked out the window and ran over, the landlady in a long white dress, with doubts on her face.

"What are you going to do?"

"I, I have a very good friend who works near the gas station and I want to see if she's still alive."

The landlady noticed Han Mu's aggressive eyes, as if remembering something embarrassing, her face flushed slightly.

But still sincerely begged.

Han Mu hesitated for a while, anyway, with him there, there was no danger.

Also nodded.

"However, there are not enough seats in the car, so you can sit on me."

"what!"

The landlady exclaimed, but with a blushing face, she got into the car awkwardly.

Moving his slightly plump body, he sat on Han Mu's thigh, clutching the skirt nervously and shyly with both hands, twisting uneasily.

Han Mu put his hands on the window and looked out the window.

He turned a blind eye to the glamorous young woman sitting on her lap, whose face was getting redder and brighter.

"If there is no doomsday, I may still be a diaosi watching a movie with toilet paper."

Han Mu sighed a little.

Soon, the truck came near the gas station, and a group of people got out of the car.

Some landlady with motion sickness breathe heavily, and when they get out of the car, their legs are too weak to walk.

Fortunately, Han Mu kindly gave her a hand.

Provoked a pair of charming and alluring white eyes.

"Fill up the oil and take everything you can."

Although the surrounding zombies have been cleaned up several times by the undead army and Cerberus, there is no guarantee that there are no zombies.

Han Mu left a few undead soldiers guarding him.

He turned to look at the landlady behind him.

"Seeing how uncomfortable you are, find a quiet place to rest first."

"As for your friend, you know where it is. I'll accompany you to find it later."

Han Mu's words were clear, and he emphasized the words "take a good rest".

The concern is beyond words.

The landlady gave him a charming glance.

A little embarrassed, after all, Han Mu has so many things, and he has to waste so much time for himself.

But after Han Mu's repeated requests and concerns, he agreed with a blushing face.

Han Mu found a quiet and closed office and walked in with the landlady.