Chapter 640: Chapter 640: Bronze Sword
When the inside of the safety base was completely overrun by zombies, the living finally realized that there was truly no way out.
Fight, only resistance offers a sliver of hope.
So, the superpower users began to frantically use their superpowers, with even a dozen people forming a circle, attempting to carve a path to the outside.
Zombies started to fall in droves, decaying flesh flying everywhere, and the bodies of zombies instantly became maimed and incomplete.
The zombies were simply too numerous; as the ones in front fell, those in the back had already pounced forward.
Their instincts were pushed to the limit, and they could no longer see the bodies of their own kind, only smelling the flesh and blood ahead.
Even those zombies that had already devoured flesh, with their bellies swollen, still desperately pushed to the front.
They paid no heed to the superpowers coming at them, even if their necks were severed; their mouths, full of black teeth, continued to open and close.
The stench of decay from the zombies rushed straight to the crown of the head, and the looming mass of zombies bred endless despair in one’s heart.
No matter how much they resisted, it seemed futile, as they could only become a meal in the zombies’ mouth.
They couldn’t understand why the Ming City Safety Base was suddenly attacked by a horde of zombies.
This place was vast and sparsely populated, there shouldn’t be this many zombies.
Some people were plunged into despair.
Among them, a man who appeared very strong withdrew his superpowers; his energy was already depleting, and the fireball he released was smaller than a lighter’s flame.
He cast a confused glance at the surrounding superpower users, whose superpowers were also weakening.
Soon, they would no longer be able to hold on.
His eyes were not filled with despair like the others, but instead, there was an unusually firm determination.
It seemed he had found a way to avoid being devoured by zombies.
He bent down, glancing at the ground where much decayed flesh was strewn about, stained with black blood.
It was all zombie virus.
He casually picked up a piece of decayed flesh the size of a thumb, examining it carefully, likely a piece fallen from a zombie’s face.
Because one could still vaguely discern the outline of a mouth corner.
"Perhaps what that zombie said is true, becoming a zombie really does mean freedom, evolution, does the Zombie Joy Valley really exist?"
The man pulled out a portable radio from a small pack he carried.
Amid the surrounding zombie roars, he turned on the radio, the sound was very faint, crackling.
It was incredibly noisy around, the cries for help, the zombie roars, along with the surviving superpower users encouraging each other, all mixed together.
He brought his ear close to the radio, straining to hear a little.
"Once you become a zombie, there is nothing to fear, Zombie Joy Valley awaits your arrival, if you happen to become a High Level Zombie or Zombie King, you’ll be the Earth Emperor among zombies, no more need to hide and flee..."
The same frequency on the radio played the Zombie King’s voice urging everyone to become zombies, calling on everyone to join the Zombie Alliance.
The man took a deep breath, then violently smashed the radio to the ground, shattering it to pieces instantly.
He stared intently at the decayed flesh in his hand.
Without hesitation, seeing the zombies about to break through the encirclement, he directly tossed the decayed flesh into his mouth.
The superpower users frantically resisting around him had not noticed his abnormality; they only saw more and more zombies, with weakening superpowers, their expressions growing increasingly despairing.
The middle-aged man crouched down in pain, clutching his head, opening his mouth as wide as he could. The decayed flesh inside had already been swallowed into his stomach, but some of the black blood still lingered in his mouth.
A little bit of black blood easily stained his white teeth black.
His tightly clenched fingers bulged with increasingly dark veins, his body twitching strangely.
His face began to distort at a speed visible to the naked eye; in a few minutes, he would become a zombie.
"Ah! He’s infected!"
The superpower user beside him looked in horror at the middle-aged man writhing in pain and didn’t hesitate to stab a dagger straight into his temple.
"No... Roar..."
The middle-aged man had a faint memory at this moment, his throat instinctively letting out suppressed growls.
His eyes began to turn scarlet, watching helplessly as the dagger drew ever closer to his head.
He wanted to stand up and flee, but no longer had control over his body.
A sharp pain surged in his brain, and everything went dark before he knew nothing more.
To his death, he never became a zombie, nor did he discover where the Joy Valley was.
"Ah! Help!"
Just as the middle-aged man fell, the dozen or so superpower users couldn’t hold on.
Their superpowers were depleting, while the zombies seemed endlessly abundant, impossible to eradicate.
Finally, zombies broke through their defensive line, the sounds of chewing and devouring echoed endlessly.
In less than ten minutes, the dozen or so superpower users were reduced to nothing, not even the chance to become a zombie.
This scenario was playing out in every corner of the Ming City Safety Base.
Within half an hour, nearly all humans had become chunks of meat in the zombies’ bellies.
These chunks of meat did not bring the zombies much satiety.
Hunger, bloodlust remained their only emotion.
A half-hour later, the Ming City Safety Base was only left with a grandfather and grandson pair still struggling.
They had become consumed by the fight, a pile of zombie corpses before them, their bodies stained with black blood.
Yao Bei’s hands glowed with an earthen yellow, he and Mr. Yao stood high up, with a wall of earth underneath them built by Yao Bei.
The space surrounding the earth wall was filled with zombies.
They incessantly rammed into the earth wall, its surface covered with numerous cracks.
Occasionally, Yao Bei infused Earth Energy beneath his feet, ensuring the wall wouldn’t collapse entirely.
Mr. Yao wore a solemn expression, gripping a bronze sword, its surface emanating a faint golden glow, apart from its coppery scent.
He was a Gold Ability User, and the bronze sword in his hands seemed highly dexterous, sometimes lengthening, sometimes curving, usually wrapped around his waist.
The bronze sword depicted a bronze bird, with fish-scale-like patterns on its neck and chest, and particularly long tail feathers drooping down.
The bronze sword exuded a strong sense of history and age.
The depiction of the bronze bird artistically transported people back to an era when everyone believed in ghosts and deities.
This was Mr. Yao’s weapon, a bronze sword picked up from an antique market.
Initially just a collectible, upon awakening his Gold Ability, it was discovered that this bronze sword was more than just a sword...
A zombie in a business suit tilted its head, observing the Yao family’s grandfather and grandson persisting atop the earth wall, its decayed fingers slowly raised.
Its scarlet eyes closed one, pointing its finger at their heads, taking aim.
Whistling —
Two thumb-sized ice cones instantly formed at the fingertip, shooting straight toward the grandfather and grandson.
The ice cones sliced through the air, moving so fast they were nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.
With a soft thud.
The two ice cones precisely and viciously pierced their foreheads, leaving a red blood hole right in the center of their brows.
The two collapsed from the earth wall like broken rag dolls.
They didn’t even reach the ground, falling directly onto the zombie horde below.
At that moment, they were still seen as food in the zombies’ eyes, being devoured completely.
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