They had researched in this desperate world for decades, and other than building high walls to block them, they had never found any method to reverse the virus or purify the environment.
Yet, this mysterious existence before them spoke of it so casually?
Steve naturally had his confidence.
The milk in the Minecraft World possesses the power of rules to remove all status effects.
As long as high-value targets like Fifth-Tier zombies are imprisoned, and a large-scale spraying device manufactured by the Engineering Department is used to create a milk rain across the world, those zombies that rely on the virus for activity will instantly lose their power.
"But…"
Steve's tone shifted, his voice becoming cold.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. I can offer you a way out, but what can you give me?"
"How should the relationship between us be defined?"
Gabriel was stunned. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak,
Steve directly gave the answer, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"I want your surrender! Unconditional surrender to our Civilization!"
"Surrender?!"
These two words struck hard at both of them. Fifth-Tier Expert's originally cloudy old eyes narrowed slightly, a glint flashing within them.
This wasn't cooperation; this was an annexation.
"This matter is too significant; I cannot make the decision."
Cold sweat trickled down Gabriel's forehead as he spoke with difficulty.
"Could you give us some time to return and discuss?"
"Alright."
Steve nodded, then extended a finger.
"However, time is limited. The deadline is before we deal with the Zeus and Divine Judgement Base."
"Once I've dealt with those two clueless grasshoppers, we will conduct a final purge of all disobedient forces worldwide."
"At that time, if Indomitus Base still hasn't made the correct choice…"
Steve didn't continue, but the meaning was self-evident.
The two felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing this.
Purge the entire world?
They were that confident?
But looking at the thirty super zombies around them, radiating terrifying Fourth-Tier aura.
Gabriel and Fifth-Tier Expert had to admit that the other party had the confidence.
What frightened them most was that, according to intelligence, this group had arrived in this world no more than twenty days ago.
In just a few days, they had not only analyzed the energy system of this world but also deciphered the mystery of zombie evolution, and began mass-producing Fourth-Tier powerhouses.
"If they were crushing us with the power of their world itself, that would only mean their civilization itself is powerful…"
Gabriel's heart was in turmoil.
"But this group actually used our world's system, our power, to create combat strength in just a few days that we might not be able to cultivate in several years."
This terrifying learning ability and industrialized troop-spawning capability were what truly caused despair.
Actually, they didn't know that Steve and his group merely extracted and injected genes; they hadn't completely deciphered the Rage Gene.
However, this guess was not without reason; after all, genes injected into a zombie's body turn it into a zombie, but the zombie still has another soul controlling it—who could have guessed that?
Just as the two were about to bid farewell and return to report, Gabriel suddenly stopped.
To increase his persuasiveness and to verify the truthfulness of the other party's words, he turned around and bravely said,
"Your Excellency, words alone are not enough. Could you demonstrate the so-called purification for me on the spot? That way, I will be more convincing when I return."
Steve's lips curled into a smile.
"As you wish."
Whoosh!
A black figure instantly teleported in front of everyone.
It was none other than the Enderman responsible for logistics.
His left hand was firmly gripping the neck of a still roaring First-Tier ordinary zombie, while his right hand held a white iron bucket, in which milky white liquid sloshed.
It was milk.
"What is that?"
Gabriel and Fifth-Tier Expert stared intently at the iron bucket, trying to analyze the composition of the liquid.
"This is the source of purification. We call it the Multi-pathogen Inhibiting Lattice Kernel"
Steve casually made up a grand-sounding name.
Then, Steve waved his hand, signaling everyone to step back.
He didn't want milk to splash on his own people; they also carried the Rage Virus, so wouldn't their strength disappear if they got contaminated?
'Splash."
Upon receiving the command, the Enderman didn't hesitate. He raised the iron bucket in his hand and poured the white liquid over the zombie's head.
The milky white milk instantly drenched the zombie's entire body.
The next second, an unforgettable scene occurred.
The zombie, which had been wildly struggling with blood-red eyes full of bloodlust, instantly stiffened the moment it came into contact with the milk.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Although there was no smoke, at the rule level, the Rage Gene and zombie Virus within its body were instantly judged as negative status effects and then directly cleared.
Although the Rage Gene could enhance strength, it was essentially an overdraft and mutation of the organism, belonging to a negative effect.
As the virus dissipated, the zombie's pale skin began to lose its original eerie active luster, its hideous fangs stopped growing, and its blood-red eyes quickly dimmed.
Thud.
The zombie fell to the ground, no longer moving.
It didn't turn back into a living person, because it was already a dead thing. Without the virus" drive, it completely became an ordinary, harmless human corpse.
But in the eyes of Gabriel and Fifth-Tier Expert, this was a true miracle.
"Dead… dead? No, it's purified."
Gabriel's pupils contracted violently.
"That viral aura has completely disappeared. How… how is this possible? Just a bucket of white water?"
If this liquid could be mass-produced and sprayed across the world, then the zombie apocalypse that had plagued humanity for fifty years would truly cease to exist.
"This is the power of purification."
Steve said indifferently, looking at their shocked expressions.
"As long as it is scattered across the world, this world will return to its original tranquility."
"I understand."
Gabriel took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Steve, his tone more solemn than ever.
"I will bring everything I have witnessed back to the base, and I sincerely hope that our two sides will never have a day of armed conflict."
"The world belongs to peace lovers."
Steve uttered these words without a change in expression.
"Farewell!"
Fifth-Tier Expert gave Steve a deep look, then no longer lingered, grabbing Gabriel's shoulder. His figure transformed into a streak of light and rapidly flew north.
Watching their retreating figures, Randy stepped forward and sighed.
"It seems this Indomitus Base is indeed somewhat different. Compared to Zeus, they are more like politicians."
"Hmm, I hope we can reach an agreement, to save me the trouble."
Steve nodded, then his tone shifted, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.