CHAPTER 2032: CHAPTER 2025: THE END OF THE LUCKY ONES

Someone stood high above, looking down at the land that no longer resembled their memories, filled with nothing but human heads and a sea of dark zombies.

In the distance, a mother nest loomed like a new continent, a gray-white silhouette casting shadows that deepened the darkness!

All human soldiers made a last-ditch effort, gritting their teeth to unleash their firepower. The laser beams descended like a waterfall across the land. Whether there was enough ammunition, no one cared anymore. After depleting all their ammo, the soldiers would pick up their zombie-slaying blades and charge into the zombie tide for melee combat, fighting until their bodies were torn to pieces!

The silver-armored zombies stretched endlessly as they surged in waves, like a raging river, into the black or red zombie tide, devouring or being devoured.

On the Level 9 battlefield, within nearly a hundred kilometers, almost no moving zombies or living creatures could be seen. Shockwaves annihilated all life and blasted their corpses into powder, mixing with the dust and debris.

The dark clouds covering the sky were long gone, but starlight was dim. Gradually, a strip of dawn appeared in the east, yet the battle showed no signs of stopping. The Zombie King fought more frenziedly; reason lost, leaving only pure bloodlust and madness. Thus, the battle grew more intense.

Bodiless limbs flew everywhere, buried by dust stirred by distant shockwaves. This battlefield could no longer be called a battlefield; it resembled a giant meat grinder! Anyone, whether human or zombie, who dared set foot in it, would end up crushed!

The officer swung his raised hand vigorously, bloodshot eyes making him appear especially fierce. He caught sight of the red energy bar on his laser weapon in the corner of his eye, immediately drawing the zombie-slaying blade from his waist, ready to charge into the zombie tide for a final stand, but the next second, a shadow engulfed his face.

"Retreat! Retreat! Fall back quickly!"

The sudden sight made the officer’s soul leap out. He disregarded everything and loudly commanded the troops to distance themselves, but before the soldiers could react, several Level 8 silver-armored zombies had already leaped overhead, followed by a splash of black sticky liquid!

"Damn it!"

It was good to have the zombie tide aid in battle, but these zombies followed no one’s commands. Currently, most of the enemy zombie tide was blocked by the silver-armored zombies. He worried that these silver-armored zombies would diminish as the fierce battle continued.

This showdown between humans and zombies had been going on for an unknown duration, and his legs had long since gone numb with pain.

The Level 9 combat completely cleared the densely packed clouds from the sky, revealing the sun hanging high. However, compared to summer, the sun in this season was colder, bringing little warmth to people.

Many humans died, but even more zombies met their end!

All around were Level 8 zombies jumping around, or the battlefield swept by the destructive aura of dark green laser beams!

The followers of the Chinese Zombie King poured out entirely, but weren’t the other Zombie Kings doing the same?

He watched as one Endless Journey after another was torn to pieces by successive Level 8 zombies, and as one Level 8 silver-armored zombie killed other zombies only to be swiftly killed by other zombie types in turn!

At an unknown point, the ground was no longer visible; the battlefield was already layered with the blood and flesh of zombies and living people, each step on it was sticky.

In this "meat grinder," surviving till now was luckiest among all.

"Everyone, fall back! Retreat!" the officer roared, his voice hoarse. Even though he exerted all his strength to amplify his voice, it still seemed insignificant on such a battlefield.

He tried hard to make everyone hear him, but his efforts met little success.

The shadow engulfing him grew larger and larger. Gradually, he stopped speaking, for he saw two blood-red mutated types forcing themselves through the flesh wall of silver-armored zombies, their crimson pupils staring directly at him.

The officer didn’t dodge, and charged headlong towards one of the mutated types with his zombie-slaying blade in hand.

"Get out of the way!" An angry shout came from beside him, and an unfamiliar man leaped and crashed into the other mutated zombie.

Soon after, a colossal shadow looming over the earth thunderously landed!

Crash!

A massive wave surged instantly, the hundreds of meters long body sliding across the ground, crushing the army under this officer’s command into mush along with clusters of zombie tides! The shattered limbs of humans and zombies sprayed everywhere like splashes from a massive stone tossed into a lake, indistinguishable from one another.

The shockwave that followed flipped countless zombies and living people upside down in an instant.

"Coughing~ Hahaha..." Once it settled, the unfamiliar man who had briefly encountered the officer stood up, coughing blood and swaying. An inadvertent move allowed him to escape death, yet it felt agonizing, as the one who landed was a Zombie King!

The impact upon landing made him feel as though his internal organs had shattered!

What he couldn’t accept was that he had accidentally saved a mutated zombie!

After catching his breath, the zombie twisted its body upright.

The zombie’s terrifying regenerative ability quickly adapted it to its surroundings, and as numerous tentacles burst out from its body, it let out a low growl, propelling itself like a violent typhoon towards the strange man.

"Heh~"

With a cold snort, the man charged forward as well, despite his severe injuries. The collision initiated an intense struggle, lacking any structured moves, appearing not at all graceful yet filled with murderous intent to tear apart the opponent!

The man and the zombie exchanged blows, the latter relying on the zombie’s incredible recuperative abilities to quickly retaliate after each attack, with not a single moment of pause between each assault. In contrast, the man pushed through with sheer willpower, employing a fighting style more reckless than even the zombie’s!

He swung a living weapon crafted from high-level zombie organs, striking blow after blow like a tempest against the mutated zombie, tearing chunks of flesh with each hit. The living weapon mourned with every descent.

It had reached its limit, ready to perish at any moment, yet its master did not relent.

The man’s frenzy escalated, yet even so, killing a Level 8 zombie could not be accomplished in a single stroke. Finally, during a lapse in focus, a tentacle struck him with force, sending him flying.

At that moment, a long-enraged polar Zombie King turned its heavy body and again swung its thick tentacle towards Tang Ye!