I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1187 - 1182 Can’t Be Gentle Anymore

Chapter 1187: Chapter 1182 Can’t Be Gentle Anymore

The fifty-meter-high zombie defense wall sounded daunting, but those Level 5 zombies just needed to exert a bit of effort and could barely leap onto it. As for the Level 6 zombies, it was even easier for them.

Thinking this, Song Muyuan didn’t let the zombie horde continue to make senseless sacrifices. An invisible fluctuation spread out, and all zombies briefly paused. The next second, they retreated backward. Soldiers on top of the defense wall first froze at the sight, then exchanged glances with their comrades.

The high commander’s eyes also grew cold when he saw this, and Song Muyuan’s face flashed quickly through his mind!

He could be absolutely certain that this was that guy’s trickery, but he couldn’t understand how the other party was able to control the zombie horde just like those evolved along spiritual lines?

His brow knit then relaxed, relaxed then knit again. For some reason, as he pondered how Song Muyuan could control the massive zombie horde, he felt like he was onto something, but couldn’t grasp any thoughts, and it was at this moment, he suddenly felt something was very strange, but couldn’t pinpoint the origin.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn’t locate the source and after more than ten seconds, this feeling gradually made him unnerved as if something would happen if he couldn’t figure it out!

"What exactly is it, why do I keep feeling so restless?" Looking around, the high commander’s hands began to tremble, this feeling was extremely unpleasant, like being in a classroom where a student scratches a chalkboard with their nails, producing that "screech" that makes one shudder both mentally and physically.

A light flashed through his brain, a light that came and went quickly, momentarily brightening the eyes of the high commander, but it dimmed just as fast, too quick to catch.

Perhaps because he hadn’t figured out the source of this sensation for half the day, he felt he must do something, maybe that would be right. So, he asked a soldier beside him, "Have those crazies from the Zombie God Cult been driven away yet?"

"Reporting, we have already driven them away shortly after we moved here."

"Any accidents?" the high commander asked, narrowing his eyes.

The soldier in front of him didn’t answer immediately. Looking at his superior’s face, he felt a wave of confusion. His question would seem strange to anyone.

After a brief hesitation, the soldier replied, "There was a minor skirmish, but no deaths."

"Fine," the commander nodded, waved his hand to dismiss the soldier nonchalantly, and then his gaze returned to the first defense wall. Across it lay many zombie corpses, while others had taken cover behind the wall. All that was visible were the limitless hordes of zombies in front of the first defense wall.

However, just as the high commander made this gesture, suddenly, he heard several odd noises from behind. It wasn’t just him; surrounding soldiers also heard these sounds, which seemed to be screams.

Many people turned their heads to look and saw that from the high, floating Sky Continent, swathes of people were falling from the defense walls above, screaming mid-air, and then crashing heavily onto the ground. From a height of over three hundred meters, even Level 4 New Humans would be seriously injured.

It was impossible to count how many people there were, but these unlucky ones were dropping like dumplings, causing the soldiers, including a crowd of them, to furrow their brows deeply.

They clearly saw that these were members of the Zombie God Cult.

"The defense forces are on top."

"Are they going too far?"

This scene ignited anger in some soldiers’ eyes, and some of them were silently praying that none of their relatives who believed in the so-called Zombie God were among those who were pushed down from the Sky Continent. Compared to the ways the defense forces on Sky Continent handled the Zombie God Cult, their methods couldn’t be gentler.

On the first defense wall, whether a single zombie, a pair, or even a group emerged, they would be swiftly killed by the soldiers. For a while, at the gate, besides occasional glimpses of decaying zombie bodies, not a single zombie dared to recklessly enter.

This also made the soldiers feel uneasy, as the wall blocked their view of what the zombies were doing behind it.

But this was a relief too. The soldiers were somewhat at ease, defending against a horde of 4 million zombies was an exhausting task that required high mental focus. They could take any rest they could get, and even the high commander had some idle time. He walked down from the defense wall, seeing that of the foreign stronghouses who had gone out intending to kill Song Mu, only eight survived. Their clothing was eroded beyond recognition by the black storm spewed from the zombie dragon, and their skin was ulcerating, sagging down in chunks to reveal bright red muscle fibers, with blood continuously seeping out and trickling down the low points of their skin to the ground.

At that moment, they were pitifully huddled together, like injured carnivores in the wild, silently licking their wounds.

As the high commander passed by them, his eyes never glanced at them from beginning to end. To him, they were simply losers!

Nineteen Level 6 zombies had gone to kill a combatant who at best was a Level 5 weakling, and not only had they failed their mission, but they had also lost more than half of their number. What else were they if not failures?

However, this incident also served as a warning to him; that zombie dragon was not so easy to deal with. Its huge body was not just imposing but also agile, making it a difficult adversary.

He arrived at the field hospital that had been set up in advance and walked in. Inside, many people were coming and going, including doctors in white coats and soldiers in exoskeleton armor suits. What was left were those fifteen Level 6 Powerhouses who had fought with a group of Level 6 zombies.

"You okay?"

The high commander approached one of them and asked with concern. The originally frosty and grim face instantly disappeared, replaced with warmth and geniality.

The Powerhouse he addressed smiled and said, "It’s nothing, these wounds are nothing, should be healed in half an hour."

Following this person’s voice, the other injured Level 6 Powerhouses echoed in unison, "Brother Hang, we’re fine. It’s just a small injury."

The high commander nodded, feeling relieved. He scanned the surroundings and apart from a few who had been severely injured by several Level 6 zombies earlier, the rest had only minor injuries. However, like those foreign stronghouses outside, all of them suffered from corroded flesh inflicted by the black storm spat out by the zombie dragon.

So looking around here, everyone was covered in blood.

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