Gods, I am the ancient Greek god of joy

Chapter 193 I'll give you a chance

At this time, his arm stained with zombie blood was covered with gray mold, which seemed to be spreading upwards. But after all, he was also C-level, and his own virus plus the black mist could barely suppress the spread of the mold.

However, his men were not so lucky. Most of these infected bodies were D-level and had no resistance to the mold that fed on them.

The old man stood on the roof, watching his men one by one come into contact with the mold, and then be quickly eroded. Before long, they became part of the mold. Moreover, from his perspective, these molds had their own lives. After absorbing the infected body, they would re-inject the energy they absorbed and transformed into other mother bodies through their own network.

In just a few minutes, all the infected bodies under his command were sucked dry by the mold. He could also feel that the strength of the other zombies below was gradually increasing. He knew that if he didn't find a solution as soon as possible, he would eventually become food for the mold.

Fortunately, these zombies cannot climb the wall, so they cannot move him for the time being, but he cannot allow these "traitors" to become stronger, so he begins to constantly manipulate the waste in the field to attack these zombies.

This trick was indeed effective. The zombies below were no match for him at all. Two of them were killed instantly. But the next second he suddenly found that the two zombies that were killed were directly turned into a large amount of gray mycelium, which was quickly absorbed by the remaining four zombies. The strength of these zombies was also greatly enhanced. Although they had not reached C-level, it was no problem for them to avoid his attacks.

What's worse is that several zombies seemed to know that they couldn't leave here. They controlled the hyphae to cover the ground, and many of them were spreading along the wall towards him. The old man was so angry that he kept roaring and controlling the black mist in his body to suppress these hyphae.

Although the black fog was useful, these four zombies were not vegetarians either. They began to dig up the fungi on the ground while dodging those fungi that were hitting them from high places. The old man was afraid of these fungi and could only keep dodging.

The place where he was standing was just a one-story bungalow, and there was not much place for him to stand. In the end, he kept manipulating the waste in the field to cover the hyphae under his feet, and for a while, both parties fell into this awkward cycle.

By the time Zagros and his companions arrived, a pile of waste three or four meters high had already been laid out under the old man's feet, and the zombies underground were constantly controlling the fungi to climb upwards. The scene was quite humorous.

Zagros touched his nose. These viruses were indeed too mechanical. He would have to improve them when he returned.

"Okay, come back!"

After Zagreus finished speaking, he slowly stretched out his hand. What he summoned was naturally not Chafei's younger brothers, but the viruses in their bodies.

The zombies that were originally confronting the old man suddenly stopped their mechanical movements as if they had received an order. Their eyes became terrified, obviously because the virus was disappearing and allowing their souls to reappear. However, the disappearance of the virus was not a good thing for them, as if they had lost their target.

Then, their bodies seemed to have lost their strength, and they collapsed to the ground. Their skin quickly dried up and decayed, and finally a gray smoke emerged from their bodies. The smoke seemed to have life, and it quickly spread, dyeing the entire ground a gray color.

At the same time, the mycelium covering the ground seemed to be affected by something, withering instantly and losing its vitality.

These withered hyphae began to slowly gather together, as if an invisible force was pulling them. As time went on, these hyphae gradually condensed into wisps of slightly lighter gray smoke, hovering in the air as lightly as dust.

Ma Ming and his companions naturally knew how powerful this thing was. They covered their mouths and noses and tried to get as close to Zagros as possible.

The gray smoke seemed to have its own consciousness. It danced and spun in the air, and finally gathered in Zagreus's outstretched hand. Zagreus watched all this quietly, with an interesting look in his eyes.

When all the gray smoke gathered in Zagreus's hands, they began to gradually merge together to form a misty sphere. This sphere emitted a faint gray light, giving others a lifeless but very dangerous feeling.

The people who were close to it stared at the sphere with some curiosity. So many corpses finally condensed into such a... sphere? Wasn't it a bit too hasty? They could see the particles flying around in it, which seemed very gorgeous, but when they thought of the horror of these things before, they all moved away and didn't dare to get any closer.

Zagreus grasped the sphere tightly in his hand, and then casually put it into his pocket. In fact, the sphere had been reabsorbed into his body. These were the purest and most pure viruses. In a sense, they could even be considered his followers.

If you look at these viruses from a microscopic perspective, you will find that they also have their own consciousness and thinking. They are also constantly absorbing the power emanating from Zagreus and gradually growing stronger.

After all, Zagreus is a demon god-level being who can easily pollute the order of the world. For him, activating some viruses is a piece of cake. As time goes by, when his strength becomes stronger, these viruses will gradually break away from the microscopic world and become a new group. At that time, they will become Zagreus's true followers and the nightmare of the heavens and the worlds.

"By the way, what should we do with this old man?"

Wang Shun was a little surprised when he saw the old man standing on a pile of waste like a juggler. If the pile of waste in the room had not been so conspicuous, he would have really ignored the old man on it.

"This old man is useless, just kill him!"

Zagros saw through his abilities at a glance. If he left the scrapyard, his strength would probably be half as strong. The only thing that was somewhat useful was the network of marks he had laid. This network was very hidden, or very natural. If he hadn't seen the old man with his own eyes, he would never have thought that he had this ability.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the old man can completely hide from Zagros's perception. First, Zagros didn't use his mental power to scan, and second, the old man's ability is to emit a force field that blocks the surrounding perception. His ability makes him or the infected body he has marked like garbage on the roadside. As long as they don't attack, they will naturally be ignored.

Although Zagros will not be affected by it, he will not pay attention to these things. This old man is now infected with the zombie virus, which broke his perception shielding ability.

"Don't! Don't kill me! I'm still useful!" The old man saw Zagreus was about to leave and knew that if he didn't say something, he would really die.

Zagreus stopped and looked at him curiously. Apart from his network and his own hiding ability, there was nothing else that stood out. He could only ask, "What are you good for?"

When the old man heard that there was a chance, he hurriedly said, "I, I know that you humans need food. I know the locations of many warehouses. As long as you let me go, I will tell you all these things!"

"Tsk! That's all? Then just kill him!" Zagros didn't want these things. He now had a whole supermarket, and the old man said he didn't need anything.

"No, no, I can sense things far away. You can take me with you. I will be your eyes. With me, it will be much easier for you to find things or other infected bodies!"

"Hiss~ This is somewhat useful, but not much. Well, I'll give you a chance!"

After saying that, a drop of gray liquid appeared in Zagreus's hand. "This is my zombie virus. As long as you can integrate this virus, I will give you a chance!"

After saying that, he flicked the liquid in his hand, and the drop of liquid hit the old man's shoulder like a bullet. The virus that he had suppressed broke out completely, and the gray liquid on his shoulder began to spread rapidly and uncontrollably. The old man also wailed and fell to the back of the house.