I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1150 - 1145: Losing Sanity

Chapter 1150: Chapter 1145: Losing Sanity

The air seemed to still for a few seconds, and then, Xu Qiang’s face instantly contorted with ferocity as he let out a roar, his voice filled with piercing grief!

"Old Cao!"

At that cry, the dreadful scene that the people below imagined was confirmed. Wang Dabiao and the others said nothing, simply staring blankly at Xu Qiang above.

Like a madman, he violently shook the window ledge, his Level 3 New Human strength causing the metal rail to clang and rattle loudly.

"f*ck!" Xu Qiang bellowed, the force from his hands growing stronger. Gradually, the window ledge could no longer bear his power and was yanked down by Xu Qiang in one fierce pull as he leaped down from above. Fortunately, Xiao Hu reacted quickly and caught Xu Qiang.

"Old Cao... Old Cao is dead..." Xu Qiang, looking dazed, said to Xiao Hu. Upon hearing these words, the rest’s eyes instantly reddened.

Xu Qiang couldn’t forget the scene just before where Old Cao was hit by a laser weapon in front of him, then instantly torn apart into countless pieces. The sticky blood on his face mixed with bits of inner flesh was testament enough—if only Old Cao had gone ahead, he wouldn’t have died!

Wang Dabiao said nothing. He walked up to a nearby window, pulled off a metal bar from the security grille, and started heading toward the front of the dormitory building. Following his lead, the others did the same, each tearing off a metal rod from the grilles and walking toward the front of the building.

Seeing this, Xiao Hu panicked, realizing they had all lost their reason!

And so, Xiao Hu hurriedly shouted, "Brother Biao, come back! Those people are armed, you’ll die!"

But his plea went unheard. Wang Dabiao and the others moved like zombies toward the front of the building.

Xiao Hu moved forward, trying to stop Wang Dabiao, holding only a regular iron rod in his hand. Attempting to fight against those Second Corps Soldiers with laser weapons was suicidal, a fact just proven by the pitiful charge of the barefoot and unarmed Soldiers of the Eighth Corps below.

At this moment, Wang Dabiao and his group were no different than a bunch of unarmed civilians going up against soldiers armed with guns. They were likely to be shot into sieves before even getting close.

But in his current state, Wang Dabiao wasn’t considering any of this.

Xiao Hu had barely reached them when he was abruptly pushed back by Wang Dabiao.

"Don’t do this! You’ll all die if you go! Please, I’m begging you!"

Xiao Hu continued to yell from behind, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Even Xu Qiang in the back grabbed an iron rod and followed Wang Dabiao out, with Xiao Hu unable to stop him.

Helplessly, Xiao Hu followed them out. As soon as Wang Dabiao and the others arrived in front of the dormitory, they charged along with the frenzied Soldiers of the Eighth Corps toward those plainclothes Second Corps Soldiers who were wildly shooting at the dorm.

"Kill!"

The Soldier of the Eighth Corps leading the charge had bloodshot eyes, his pupils filled with madness. They carried an array of weapons—chair legs, brooms, and like Wang Dabiao and the others, iron rods stripped from security windows.

Following the first person’s shout, a chorus of roars erupted from the crowd, the clamor enormous. In no time, the surrounding buildings lit up their long-dimmed lights one after another, curious to see what was happening here.

After a short while, the dormitory building that had been under successive bombardment finally reached its limit. With a thunderous roar, the entire structure collapsed into ruins, and the attackers then turned their red-glowing laser guns towards the Soldiers of the Eighth Corps charging at them.

"Overestimating your abilities!"

"Don’t hold back, kill them all! In the end, we’re all headed for the same fate." Upon learning that their worst punishment would merely be a few days’ incarceration in Block 18, these plainclothes soldiers were fearless and launched a ferocious attack on the Soldiers of the Eighth Corps coming at them.

In the face of absolute firepower, dealing with the Eighth Corps soldiers who were only armed with fire sticks was like fighting zombies. Laser beams shot through the crowd, felling swathes of the Eighth Corps soldiers.

The continuous screams intensified the fury in the hearts of the Soldiers of the Eighth Corps.

"We’ll fight them with everything we’ve got!"

The soldiers from the Eighth Corps grew more frenzied, and those emerging from the other dorm buildings braved the gunfire, moving towards the Soldiers of the Second Corps with various weapons. Swinging their clubs, they aimed to strike lethal blows with all their might.

Chaos erupted, but within the Second Corps, the majority of the plainclothes soldiers were Level 4 New Humans, and there were even a few Level 5s among them. The moment the soldiers from the Eighth charged, several were immediately sent flying by powerful blows.

"Suicidal fools!"

As more people rushed in, the soldiers of the Second Corps became excited. With their overwhelming strength against the New Humans who were at most Level 4, it was like adults fighting kindergartners—one punch, one down. So they put away their laser weapons and started using their fists to attack.

"Kill them!"

Wang Dabiao roared with a rage that could not be extinguished, rushing forward and fixing his gaze on one of the plainclothes soldiers. He threw a punch straight at the man!

But his punch was easily dodged, and the next moment, a tremendous force exploded in his abdomen. Wang Dabiao was sent flying backward, and then he saw two of his roommates kicked over ten meters away, crashing into the flowerbed behind them and shattering it to pieces.

He took a deep breath, licking his teeth; Wang Dabiao’s mouth was already filling with blood. Barely standing up again, he charged toward the fray. This time, the plainclothes soldier who had struck him was entangled by several Soldiers of the Eighth Corps. Rushing forward, Wang Dabiao landed a solid kick on the man’s rear.

Stumbling forward, the man fell flat on his face. Immediately, a dozen soldiers from the Eighth Corps swarmed him, pressing him down and delivering a furious barrage of punches and kicks. With each strike meant to kill, they seemed intent on flaying and dismembering their foe!

The man struggled for a moment, and Wang Dabiao saw signs that he might throw everyone off. Picking up an iron rod, he rushed forward, aiming it at the soldier’s eye before plunging it harshly into the terrified gaze of his adversary.

With a squelch, blood splattered as the iron rod pierced the man’s eyeball and penetrated his brain. Wang Dabiao clenched his teeth, twisting the rod in his hand, determined to finish him off.

As expected, it didn’t take long before the plainclothes soldier fell silent and stopped moving.

"Die!" Wang Dabiao bellowed. Killing a plainclothes soldier did little to quell the hatred festering inside him.