"The next mission is your first battle, and it is also our first step in exploring the Other World."
General Randy pointed to the ten-meter-tall Portal emitting a faint purple light in the distance.
"On the other side of that gate is a world filled with Zombie Virus, countless bloodthirsty monsters, and unknown dangers."
"The nature of this mission is Armed Reconnaissance."
"Remember, you are not going there to fight to the death; you are going there to be our eyes."
General Randy emphasized sternly.
"First, test the practical combat effectiveness of the equipment in the Other World."
"Second, ascertain the terrain behind the gate, the distribution of Zombies, and establish a temporary Defensive Position."
"Third, and most importantly, if High-Tier Zombies appear, you are permitted to open fire and permitted to self-destruct. You must bring back the enemy's data."
"Do you understand?"
"Roar!"
Five hundred Zombies roared in unison.
Steve stepped forward, looked at the team, and said only one word.
"Move out."
Click, click, click
The sound of uniform footsteps rang out.
The First Task Force, an advance army composed of five hundred Zombie Special Forces soldiers, marched with determined steps toward the Portal leading to the unknown world.
Company Commander Taylor who was leading the way suddenly switched on his tactical spotlight, and two blinding beams of light shot into the deep vortex of the Portal.
Without hesitation, he racked the bolt on the Square Rifle attached to his arm and stepped across.
Buzz.
The purple light curtain swallowed his tall figure.
Then came the second, the third... When the last Zombie carrying a radio transmitter disappeared behind the gate, the large screen in the entire Command Hall did not show the expected image, but rather a field of dead static.
Crackle, crackle
Only a harsh electrical current sound.
"What's going on?"
General Randy's expression changed as he looked at the Technical Director beside him.
"Why is there no signal?"
The Technical Director was drenched in sweat, his fingers flying across the keyboard, shaking his head in despair.
"It's no good, General. The Plane Barrier is too thick. Our signal waves are cut off as soon as they pass through. The radio waves simply can't penetrate it.
That is the Other World; our physical equipment has failed."
The atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.
Just as everyone was extremely anxious, Steve, who had been sitting in the main seat, slowly stood up.
"No need to trouble yourselves."
Steve looked at the frantic scientists and said calmly.
"That is dimensional isolation between two worlds. Earth's current technology cannot achieve Cross-Planar Live Streaming."
"Then what should we do?"
General Randy looked eagerly at Steve.
"Steve, do you have a way?"
"Of course."
Steve pointed to his temple, a confident curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't forget, I am the Sovereign of that world."
"All the soldiers underwent consciousness possession through me. Their Soul Links are all with me. I am the biggest signal base station."
After speaking, Steve turned to face the massive black screen, grabbed at the empty air with one hand, and softly commanded.
"Synchronize."
Buzz!
Without relying on complex wire transmission, Steve directly utilized the System's ability, visualizing the images he received in his mind through Mental Energy Visualization and projecting them directly onto the large screen.
The large screen instantly lit up.
Instead of single static, it instantly split into hundreds of high-definition small windows, along with one massive, overarching God's Eye View.
In the image, it was a gray and oppressive world.
The sky was lead-gray, and visible dust floated in the air.
Five hundred Zombie Special Forces soldiers were vigilantly holding their rifles, forming a Defensive Circle Array, standing on a ruined street.
"It's connected! It's connected!"
Cheers erupted in the hall.
Everyone watched Steve in shock; this ability to generate a signal with bare hands was more effective than any black technology.
The next second.
Taylor's voice came through the large screen again.
"Reporting to Command, reporting to Command."
"First Task Force has successfully landed, all personnel safe. Repeat, all personnel safe."
The sound was incredibly clear, without any static, even clearer than real-world radio.
"Phew..."
Hearing this familiar reporting voice, General Randy and everyone else let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"This is the Fortress, I am General Randy."
General Randy grabbed the microphone, his voice steady.
"Report the environmental data around you."
On the screen, Taylor's First-Person Perspective quickly scanned the surroundings.
Although he had become a Zombie, the professionalism of the special forces soldier remained unchanged.
"Reporting."
Taylor's voice came through.
"This appears to be the ruins of a modern city. Gravity is about 1.2 times that of Earth, making physical movement slightly heavy, but this Zombie body possesses immense strength, completely offsetting the gravitational impact, making it feel as light as a swallow."
"There is a smell of decay in the air. Wait."
Suddenly, Taylor's perspective sharply focused on a shadow at the street corner.
Simultaneously, the Square Rifle on his arm instantly lifted, and the tactical flashlight on the weapon fiercely locked onto that direction.
"Target spotted."
"Fifty meters directly ahead, hostile creatures detected."
As the camera zoomed in, thousands of people in the Command Hall simultaneously held their breath.
In the shadow, several ragged, festering, bulging-eyed humanoid creatures were stumbling out.
They seemed to smell the scent of living people. Although the task force members were also Zombies, they could sense a different aura, and they let out bloodcurdling roars.
They are Indigenous Zombies.
"Are these the Otherworld Zombies?"
General Randy stared intently at the screen.
"Attention, all units."
Taylor's voice was frighteningly calm.
"Maintain formation, do not open fire. Let them approach for observation first."
However, right at that moment.
Those Indigenous Zombies seemed to sense the different aura on these fellow creatures, or perhaps they were enraged by the light of the tactical flashlight.
They suddenly accelerated, charging over like rabid wild dogs.
Their speed was extremely fast, far exceeding the slow-moving Zombies in movies.
"Entering attack range: twenty meters."
Taylor's gaze sharpened, and he decisively gave the order.
"Open fire!!"
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Five hundred rifles simultaneously spat out tongues of fire.
The dense barrage instantly wove into a net of death.
Gunsmoke filled the air, which was saturated with nauseating decay and blood.
Tat-tat-tat.
With the final crisp burst of fire, the half-body Zombie attempting to crawl up at the end of the street was precisely headshot, splattering filthy blood onto the dusty concrete ground.
This was not some game screen.
There was no white light, no experience bar, and no clanging drop sound effects.
There were only severed limbs, dark red viscous blood, a real and brutal scene of slaughter.
"Safety confirmed."
Taylor's voice rang out coldly in the communication channel, devoid of any fluctuation.