Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies-Chapter 478: Multi-Party Talks

Chapter 478: Multi-Party Talks

Shortly after, Zheng Yixian emerged from the cathedral and invited Bian Junwu to meet Yuan Kongye.

Bian Junwu entered alone.

Inside, he saw a young woman dressed in a white holy robe, appearing no older than twenty.

The two spoke privately in the cathedral for over ten minutes.

When Bian Junwu finally exited, his usual icy demeanor gave away nothing about the conversation.

Unable to hold back, Baili Changqing and the others bombarded him with questions:

“Captain, how was it? Is Yuan Kongye really an Epsilon?”

Bian Junwu replied indifferently, “Judging a superhuman’s rank isn’t something I can do with just my eyes.”

“But—” he continued, his tone sharpening, “there’s definitely something unusual about that girl.”

Everyone was taken aback.

Meng Siyu, ever curious, asked, “What’s unusual about her?”

Bian Junwu tapped his temple.

“Here.”

“Her brain isn’t normal?”

The team stared at him, stunned.

The leader of a major faction like the Bai Xue Jiao had mental issues?

“Well, it makes sense,” Baili Changqing chuckled.

“People in religious organizations are either con artists or devout fanatics!”

Bian Junwu nodded slightly in agreement.

During his conversation with Yuan Kongye, he had sensed her overwhelming zeal for religion.

She genuinely believed in the existence of gods, which deeply intrigued him.

It was no wonder she delegated the cult’s operations to Zheng Yixian. A leader overly committed to divine ideals would either act too idealistically or too recklessly—hardly conducive to managing a large faction. ȓ𝒶𐌽ỌВËṣ

“Let’s assess her abilities gradually,” Bian Junwu concluded.

“After we deal with the zombie problem, we’ll have plenty of time to investigate further.”

For now, Yuan Kongye wasn’t going anywhere, and confirming whether she was an Epsilon would require time and evidence.

Soon after, the other factions began to arrive.

Following Bian Junwu’s orders, they brought their strongest combat units, including heavily armed soldiers, armored vehicles, artillery, and even terrifying warhounds.

The combined might of the three major bases, numbering in the thousands, filled the Bai Xue Jiao’s territory, creating an intimidating presence that unnerved the cult’s followers.

Zhang Yi’s group also arrived at the scene.

After stepping out of the vehicle, Zhang Yi helped Zhou Ke’er down.

“Stay by my side and don’t wander off. I’ll find you a safe spot to wait later,” he said gently.

Zhou Ke’er nodded happily, comforted by his care.

As they walked toward the towering landmark of St. John’s Cathedral, Zhang Yi spotted an old acquaintance—Xing Tian.

Xing Tian waved and greeted him.

“What took you so long?”

Zhang Yi replied, “From the map, Qingfu Base is closer than us. How are we here before you?”

Xing Tian grinned. “There was a ton to handle at the factory. Not all of us can live as carefree as you.”

“Having fewer people does come with its perks,” Zhang Yi quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Their exchange was brief, as neither knew why Bian Junwu had summoned them, leaving little room for deeper conversation.

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Upon arriving, Bai Xue Jiao members guided Zhang Yi and Xing Tian toward the cathedral. Zhang Yi left Zhou Ke’er and the others outside, entering the building with Xing Tian.

St. John’s Cathedral, once a famous Tianhai City landmark, was a familiar sight to Zhang Yi. He had visited before to admire its medieval European architecture, though he wasn’t religious.

Inside, he noticed that everyone else had already gathered.

Bian Junwu, Zheng Yixian, Xiao Honglian, and Wei Dinghai had all found seats.

There was also someone Zhang Yi didn’t recognize—a woman in a pristine white holy robe, her face youthful yet solemn, an intense juxtaposition of purity and maturity.

He quickly deduced her identity.

At a gathering like this, the only unfamiliar person could be Yuan Kongye, the cult leader rumored to possess the ability to awaken superhuman powers.

Xing Tian, seeing her for the first time, leaned toward Zhang Yi.

“She’s so young! She looks like she’s barely out of her teens.”

Zhang Yi glanced at him.

“Easy there, my neon-loving friend. Watch your words and curb your urges.”

Xing Tian’s face twitched. “What nonsense are you spouting? You know I’ve only ever liked older women!”

Zhang Yi smirked. “Oh, I’ve heard. Like that eight-year relationship you had with the massage parlor owner twelve years your senior.”

Xing Tian’s dark complexion flushed red, like hot iron in a furnace.

“You… you don’t understand! I was young, and she was… mature and charming. It was mutual!”

“Relax,” Zhang Yi replied. “Nothing wrong with missing motherly love.”

“You son of a—”

Xing Tian was about to retort when he caught himself, mindful of the situation.

“Zhang Yi, you’re heartless! No wonder you’re cold and unfeeling!”

Zhang Yi’s eyes briefly darkened with a flash of memory, followed by a cynical laugh.

“Love? Hah. Love is the cruelest thing in this world.”

By then, they had reached the group, and the others’ watchful gazes silenced their banter.

The two found seats, putting an end to their playful argument.

Bian Junwu wasted no time.

“Last night, we killed a Zombie King,” he began.

“It’s now confirmed that eliminating a Zombie King causes the entire zombie horde to lose cohesion. Even the accompanying rat swarms become disorganized.”

“Therefore, the key to resolving Tianhai City’s zombie crisis lies in killing every Zombie King.”

The announcement left everyone stunned.

Zhang Yi thought to himself, So they’ve figured it out.

Though he had anticipated this, the investigation team’s efficiency still caught him off guard.

They had ventured underground before, attempting to kill a Zombie King, only to fail. The team’s swift success highlighted the disparity in capability.

Xiao Honglian, however, remained composed.

She knew that the Zombie King killed last night had been operating near Yangsheng Base.

Xing Tian asked curiously, “What exactly is a Zombie King? Can you explain in detail?”

“Of course,” Bian Junwu replied.

Needing their help to deal with the zombies, he saw no reason to withhold information.

Author's Note