August 17th. Clear skies.

Everything unfolded just as planned. Humanity’s forces feigned an assault on a small bioship and blasted a hole. Under the cover of artillery fire, I led the Strength Zombie King and the Intellect Zombie King inside.

The pilot was merely the most basic combat unit of the Zhutian Civilization, utterly outmatched by the Strength Zombie King and the Intellect Zombie King.

Unfortunately, we had infiltrated at the wrong time. Just as the Intellect Zombie King was about to search the pilot’s memories to learn the spaceship’s controls, a scheduled communication signal came from the Class-Cyan bioship. It was a routine signal transmitted every fifteen minutes.

In a moment of desperation, I ordered the Strength Zombie King to bite the pilot, turning him into a zombie.

The zombified pilot naturally obeyed my command and responded to the signal from the Class-Cyan bioship. It seemed that they didn’t suspect anything.

I hadn’t expected the zombie virus to be useful against the Zhutian Civilization too. If so, why did the Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will lose to them time and again?

Afterward, the Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will explained to me that the zombie virus only works on low-level warriors, such as pilots. It is utterly useless against high-level warriors. The genes of high-level warriors have been modified to resist the zombie virus. According to Him, those high-level warriors can survive in the vacuum of outer space with nothing but their bare bodies. Extreme cold and heat can’t do anything to them. They are incredibly powerful.

I wonder whether any high-level warriors were dispatched on this mission.

After seizing the small bioship, we have been on patrol duty the whole time. The Class-Cyan bioship hasn’t summoned us back yet.

Just moments ago, our small bioship’s energy was nearly depleted, so it needs to return and recharge.

At last, we’ve found an opportunity to infiltrate the Class-Cyan bioship. I’ll need a day to prepare.