Dai Lan is still very familiar with the terrain here.

The place where he is now is called Regent Street.

Turn left at the end of the street and you'll find Great Russell Street, where the world-famous British Museum is located.

Usually, even during the heaviest traffic hours, it does not take more than 10 minutes. But today, it took Dai Lan an hour. Because the streets are full of frightened, irrational people, and a large number of zombies.

He gradually calmed down, avoiding the zombies while observing the situation.

He mentally calculated the percentage of zombies at the moment.

After statistical calculations and the classic normal distribution formula in his mind, he found that about 7 percent of people turned into zombies.

However, during the hour of going to the museum, a considerable number of people were attacked by zombies and turned into new zombies.

In this way, within a week, 85% of the people in the UK will be turned into zombies.

Of course, it is not known if other countries in the world have also appeared zombies at the same time. If that's the case, it's terrible......

At the same time, Dai Lan also found that some people fought back against the zombies.

It seems that only by crushing their heads can the zombies die. Otherwise, the zombies will continue to attack humans completely ignoring injuries elsewhere. Once they catch a human, the zombies will bite people's necks accurately and quickly like ferocious cheetahs, sucking fresh blood.

When Dai Lan figured out the current situation, he also came to his destination, the British Museum.

Shrouded in the golden afterglow of the setting sun, this 400-year-old building should have been peaceful and tranquil, but now it is indescribably eerie. On the façade, eight thick earthy yellow stone pillars support a large triangular ridge with carved statues of the gods. This is typical of the ancient Greek Parthenon style, which invisibly gives people a sense of solemnity and oppression.

The two doors open outward, and the black hole inside is bottomless, like a big open mouth, ready to engulf the world at any time.

From time to time, groups of people ran out frantically, followed by several hideous-looking zombies.

The world is really messed up.

I wonder if the same thing happened in other parts of the world, what happened to Huaxia and my homeland, which is 10,000 kilometers away?

As he pondered, Joyna came into view.

The shoulder-length purple hair naturally spreads out, swinging up and down as the body moves forward. Lilac tight-fitting sportswear, a sports skirt with just the right length to wrap the still developing pink buttocks tightly. Stepping on a pair of Prada black patent leather shoes, he ran nimbly towards the door of the museum.

When you pass the circular pool in front of the door, it coincides with the water column gushing out, like a green lotus blooming.

That girl was like Adilina at the water's edge, mysterious and charming.

Dai Lan wanted to shout at his girlfriend, but quickly dismissed this idea. In an environment full of zombies, making noise is undoubtedly tantamount to blowing the zombies' dinner horn.

It happened so suddenly that Dai Lan wondered, was all this true?

The girl didn't stop, and disappeared into the dark entrance to the museum.

Dai Lan didn't hesitate at all, leaned down~ and rushed over in a few steps.

Of course, during this period, many tourists came out of the museum, and even a few zombies passed by Dai Lan. At the moment, he completely ignored these in his eyes, and there was only one goal, and that was Joyna.

Three or four zombies who didn't open their eyes tried to attack Dai Lan, but they were all defused by him one by one.

Dai Lan is not the same as it was an hour ago. After seeing too many slaughters of life and death, too many scenes of animals chasing each other, his heart has accepted the reality of the coming end times.

Once you're mentally prepared, the rest is pretty straightforward.

Dai Lan calmed down and observed the characteristics of the zombies' actions on the way here. He found that once people turn into zombies after death, their movement speed will be greatly reduced, and they can reach 70% of the normal human level. However, the strength of zombies suddenly exceeded 50% of normal humans.

It seems that the only thing that powers the zombies is their brains. Other parts of the body do not influence their behavior at all.

Zombies are sensitive to the blood and smell of living people. As soon as they spot someone around, they will pounce like a hound, with a keen sense of smell, and bite people's necks to suck blood.

After that, human offal and muscles are also consumed......

Dai Lan understands that the best way to encounter zombies is to escape. Because their speed is far inferior to their own, it is easy for normal people to throw off a single zombie.

If you have to engage in an encounter, don't get caught by zombies, because they're too powerful.

Mastering the characteristics of zombies, Dai Lan easily dodged several scattered zombie attacks, and even rescued two children surrounded by zombies.

When he came to the gate of the museum, Dai Lan took a deep breath, he knew that once he stepped here, it would be nine deaths!

But in order to find his beloved girlfriend and find out the doubts in his heart, he must go in!

When Dai Lan entered the British Museum, the people inside were already running away. Occasionally, a few wandering zombies can't pose much of a threat for a while.

Upon entering the museum, there is a post-modern design hall with a huge mesh transparent ceiling that perfectly integrates with the classical English architecture.

From the outside, it was still a black hole, but I didn't expect to be in the hall, but the light was very sufficient, and the sunset poured down through the ceiling.

Dai Lan checked the main hall as fast as he could, but found no trace of his girlfriend Joyna. I even searched the bathroom on the basement floor, and found nothing except four or five zombies.

All told, this is at least the seventh time that Dai Lan has been to this museum.

I've never heard of Arthurian sarcophagi on display before, and it seems that there are only some relics of King Arthur. He knew very well the exhibition area of the museum, and the objects related to Arthur should be placed in the British Gallery, the innermost hall on the north side of the second floor.

Dai Lan decided to go to the King Arthurian exhibition hall first, maybe he could find some traces of Joyna, and it was best to find out the origin of the end times by the way.

Before going to the second floor, Dai Lan deliberately took a long detour, because he wanted to find something first, some weapons that could be used in this zombie world!

The most attractive thing about the British Museum is that in addition to the cultural relics of the ancestors on display in the Huaxia Hall, it belongs to the Iron Sword Pavilion of the Germanic people.

One has to admire the level of craftsmanship of the Germans, who made a very high level of sword more than a thousand years ago. In terms of hardness and toughness, the optimal level has been achieved.

Some scientists have conducted chemical and spectroscopic analyses on Germanic iron swords, and they have actually found meteorite iron and rare metal components in outer space in some swords!

Moreover, until now, scientists have not fully understood the proportion of iron, bronze and other trace elements in the German iron sword.

Dai Lan developed a strong interest in Western knights and cold weapons at a very young age, so much so that he came here many times to visit. Now, he needs weapons to deal with zombies, as well as other unforeseen dangers.

He arrived at the Germanic Pavilion, where dozens of ancient metal swords of different lengths were displayed in front of him. He was strafing left and right, because Dai Lan already had a goal in his heart.

When his gaze fell on what seemed to be the most inconspicuous dagger in the corner, an imperceptible smile hung on the corner of Dai Lan's mouth.

It was a half-foot-long dagger covered in jet-black color.

The craftsmanship at the handle is extremely rudimentary, and there is no decoration on the blade. The special feature is that there is a shallow blood groove on each side of the knife spine. It was placed in one of the lowest security bulletproof glass windows, locked with the most common lock.

Because it was still daytime, the alarm system was not fully turned on, so when Dai Lan pried open the iron cable and opened the glass window, the alarm was not triggered. Of course, in normal times, there are at least 4 police officers patrolling each exhibition hall, but now......

Dai Lan held the dagger in his hand, it was a little heavier than expected, but it didn't affect the carrying at all.

He gently stroked ~ the dagger with his slender fingers, as delicate and gentle as caressing a lover for many years. Looking at the crooked hieroglyphs at the handle, Dai Lan smiled knowingly.

He couldn't read the words, but he knew what was written on them: Thor's Blade!

The Ancient Iron King, Thor's Blade!