Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

"Not a lot of experience."

Han Mu frowned, killing a mutant mouse with only a little experience.

But thinking of the number of these mutant mice, Han Mu's frown loosened.

Hundreds of thousands of mutant mice, even if one gives him a little experience.

There are also hundreds of thousands of experience points.

If you are lucky, the experience value may exceed 200,000.

It is equivalent to the harvest of cleaning up a commercial street.

For the same harvest, mutant mice are much easier to clean up than zombies.

As soon as the killing halo opened, the mutant mice died in pieces.

Cutting leeks is not so fast.

Of course, this situation is only a phenomenon that cannot be replicated for him.

Killing aura is his unique ability, and he is the only one who can summon the undead army.

He was able to cut the mutant mouse group as leeks because of his undead army attribute, which was to defeat the mutant mouse group.

For other people, I am afraid that I would rather encounter zombies than mutant mice.

After all, mice are fast and small, and the key is exaggerated numbers.

Even if you have guns, you can only kill one by one.

Unless there are weapons of mass destruction like flamethrowers.

Otherwise, before all the mutant mice were killed, the survivors would all be killed by the mice.

Mutated mice also have evolutionary viruses, although they are not as strong as zombies.

But if you are bitten, the chance of being infected into a zombie will increase by at least 30%.

Both the risk and the difficulty of cleaning are much higher than zombies.

Han Mu quietly watched the undead army clean up the mutant mice.

Half an hour later, half of the mutant mice were cleared.

And he only lost dozens of hellhounds.

With a wave of Han Mu's hand, at the cost of a meager amount of mental power, he summoned it again.

"It's quite clever."

Han Mu was slightly surprised when he looked at the group of mice entangled with the undead army.

The intelligence of this group of mice was higher than he had imagined, and it seemed that the effect of the killing aura had been discovered when the casualties were more than half.

One by one, the swarms of rats did not gather together, and the killing speed of the undead army slowed down.

And the mice seemed to know that he was the leader.

Several times he tried to rush over and bite him to death, but a team of undead heavy armored soldiers guarding him easily repulsed.

Not even the forbidden wall could be broken.

"No, even an evolved mutant mouse should not be so intelligent."

One or two he can understand.

Hundreds of thousands of mutant mice have such high IQs, I am afraid they are not dreaming.

If it were replaced by baboons and monkeys, he could barely accept it.

mouse? what the hell?

I've never heard of a rat's potential in terms of IQ.

"The IQ of mutant mice can't be so high, it can only mean that someone is directing them."

It may be an evolutionary body or an awakener who has awakened special abilities.

But it's more likely that this group of mice has a king.

And the Rat King is around here.

Han Mu's eyes swept across the warehouses, each of which was silent.

A rat king with such an IQ has significantly higher intelligence than ordinary people.

It is impossible to leave such a simple flaw.

Turning on the True Vision Aura, Han Mu immediately noticed the difference.

In one large factory building, there are hundreds of red light spots gathered in one factory building.

"This should be the rat king's lair, right?"

Han Mu had a thought, and the undead army that was fighting with the rats immediately walked towards the location of the factory.

The group of mutant mice that had been scattered and fought suddenly seemed like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

Like a madman, he rushed towards the undead army.

"Shoot a man first, shoot a horse, capture a thief first capture the king."

"I'm weak and you're strong. If you show your feet, you will lose."

The corners of Han Mu's mouth rose slightly.

The battle between the two armies is like a chess game.

He found the gate of life, and the outcome was decided.

This round, General!

The Legion of the Undead stopped before entering the warehouse, and started to clean up the mutated mice that had been slaughtered continuously.

The winner is in his hands, and the most important thing now is to maximize the benefits.

Killing the rat king, these mutant mice are not good, but there is no guarantee that the next rat king will not be born.

Once the tens of thousands of mutant mice were scattered, he couldn't even try to clean them up.

So, before killing the rat king, he had to clean up these little things.

Even if the rat king in the warehouse knew what he was thinking, there was nothing he could do.

Unless it wants to be killed immediately.

A beast, will he sacrifice himself for the reproduction of the tribe?

Even if it voluntarily gives up on itself, it allows the group to gain vitality.

Will these mutant mice leave when the rat king is in danger?

Won't!

The structure of the mutant mouse colony is similar to that of ants in a sense.

Both the queen ant and the rat king are the brains of the swarm, and the only intelligent beings.

The king represents the continuation of the ethnic group, and the continuation of the ethnic group is paramount.

Even sacrificing everything to keep them safe is a near-biological continuation of the instinct.

The will that is engraved at the very top of the DNA of such creatures.

Even the king of the tribe cannot go against it.

Just like if the ant family has a second queen, the new queen will kill the original queen and become the new king.

Even if the original queen does not want to die, it will be forcibly killed by the worker ants and become the food of the new queen.

This so-called king of the tribe is undoubtedly a mockery in Han Mu's view.

What kind of king is a king who can't even control his own destiny.

The killing continued, and the steady stream of mutant mice had thinned out after more than an hour of killing.

eventually disappeared completely.

On the ground, there is a layer of muddy carpet made of flesh and blood.

Han Mu stepped on the carpet and slowly walked towards the hidden factory door.

Push it away slowly!

In the factory building, hundreds of mutant mice about the size of a dog were scrambling the concrete floor under their feet.

In the middle of this group of mice, guarding a bloated mouse bigger than a cow.

The fat belly is layered with fat, and the dark eyes flash with a sly and murderous luster.

"killed!"

Two rows of undead crossbowmen stepped forward and fired a salvo of loaded crossbows.

Sharp crossbow arrows fall!

Hundreds of giant mutant mice were shot to death in an instant.

Han Mu glanced at the talent list, and the experience value skyrocketed by more than 20,000 points.

A giant mutant mouse provides almost 100 experience points.

Unfortunately, there are only two skill points.

The undead crossbowmen aim the crossbow machine at the Rat King.

"Humans, let's die together!"

A strange mental fluctuation rang in his ears.

The shrill voice made a snarky mouse-faced old man appear subconsciously in his mind.

The next second, Han Mu felt a terrifying spiritual force coming like a tide.

Heavy bombardment in his spiritual world.

The terrifying mental shock caused Han Mu's seven orifices to bleed, and his internal organs seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, and there were bursts of torn pain.