August 17, Clear.
Everything went as planned. The human forces feigned an attack on the small biological spacecraft and blasted open a breach, while I led the Strength Zombie King and Intelligence Zombie King inside under the cover of the artillery fire.
The pilot was merely one of the most basic combat units of the Candle-Heaven Civilization. In terms of combat power, he was nowhere near a match for the Strength Zombie King and Intelligence Zombie King.
Unfortunately, we chose the wrong moment to infiltrate the spacecraft. Just as the Intelligence Zombie King was preparing to search the pilot's memories and learn the spacecraft's control key, the Class-Blue Biological Warship sent over its regularly scheduled contact signal, which came once every fifteen minutes.
In our haste, I ordered the Strength Zombie King to bite the pilot and turn him into a zombie as well.
After becoming a zombie, the pilot naturally obeyed my orders and responded to the signal from the Class-Blue Biological Warship. It seemed that the other side had not become suspicious.
What I hadn't expected was that the zombie virus would also work on the Candle-Heaven Civilization. If that was the case, why had the will of the Zombie Planet suffered defeat at the hands of the Candle-Heaven Civilization time and again?
Afterward, the will of the Zombie Planet explained to me that the zombie virus only worked on the Candle-Heaven Civilization's lower-ranking soldiers—in other words, people like the pilots. It was completely useless against those high-ranking soldiers.
The genes of the high-ranking soldiers had been modified, allowing them to resist the zombie virus.
According to it, those high-ranking soldiers could survive in space through the strength of their physical bodies alone. Neither extreme cold nor extreme heat could do anything to them. They were extraordinarily powerful.