I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1205 - 1200: That Person is Coming Out

Chapter 1205: Chapter 1200: That Person is Coming Out

Apart from the Zombie God Cult’s reason, the higher-ups in Cloud Gorge Base really couldn’t think of any other reason.

After all, zombies wouldn’t just leave without cause. Living creatures, for a zombie, are like air. A person gasping for breath yearns for the very air they can easily breathe in when it is present. They wouldn’t just leave and forsake the air that had just reached their noses.

Watching the vast scene of zombies leaving, the soldiers on the second line of defense were left speechless, and behind them rose the deafening chants of the Zombie God Cult members.

The repeated cries of "Zombie God" sounded very jarring, making the faces of each soldier above turn ugly. Within Cloud Gorge Base, according to the stratification of classes, they were undeniably the higher-ups. Though the term "higher-ups" seemed a bit exaggerated for these people, they were nonetheless part of the privileged class, and under such a system, they were beneficiaries. Those who opposed the system were the ones who had failed to gain advantage under it and had risen up in rebellion. No matter the system, there would always be such people.

The beneficiaries of the system and the poor souls exploited by it: the beneficiaries would go to great lengths to uphold the system they acknowledge, while those exploited by the system would similarly strive to resist it.

And these sergeants, they were such beneficiaries. As for the soldiers below them, truth be told, they too were governed. Facing the chants coming from behind them, the members of the Zombie God Cult, they felt nothing. They would only follow the orders of those above them and act accordingly.

The faces of the sergeants looked terrible, just like those of the higher-ups in Cloud Gorge Base. They didn’t want to lose the power they held within this system. World peace? The idea was indeed splendid, but it was predicated on their retaining power. Without it, the notion of world peace would become insignificant. Nobody would care about the lives of those below.

In any case, whether officers or higher-ups, none of them wanted the zombies to truly achieve the "peace between humans and zombies" that the Zombie God Cult members envisioned.

Compared to the revelry of the industrial zone’s Zombie God Cult members, the people on the second line of the defense wall were extremely quiet. Some soldiers wanted to cheer, but seeing the troubled expressions on their immediate superiors, they forcefully suppressed their smiles and became extra serious.

Under everyone’s gaze, they watched as the endless wave of zombies slowly retreated beyond the first line of defense wall, then continued to fade into the gray outline of the distant Old City.

The wave of zombies disappeared completely. Now only the euphoria of the Zombie God Cult members in the industrial zone could be heard. Was today a truly special day for them? Had their devoutness been acknowledged by the Zombie God—had they obtained the Zombie God’s protection?

The wave of zombies had the power to break through the second line of defense and mercilessly slaughter everyone inside, but they left... wasn’t this the protection of the Zombie God?

Because of them, because they were members of the Zombie God Cult, the zombies couldn’t bear to inflict deadly wounds upon them.

Somewhere on Sky Continent, a man quietly watched as the wave of zombies disappeared completely into the vast ruins of the city. As the massive corpse dragon slowly submerged into the ground, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders in that instant.

However, every so often, the voices of the Zombie God Cult members behind him irritated him deeply. After multiple confirmations, he was sure the zombies had left the protective range of Cloud Gorge Base. Thus, his expression darkened in an instant.

The man gestured with his hand, summoning a few sergeants, and spoke to them with a tone filled with murderous intent and chilling coldness.

"Take some men and deal with all those lunatics in the urban area and here. I’m giving you ten minutes. After ten minutes, I don’t want to hear that word again."

"Yes, sir!"

The sergeants’ faces hardened as they replied. At that moment, the Zombie God Cult members behind them shouted out those two words again.

"Zombie God!" which seemed particularly apt given the gesture the man had just made.

After several sergeants left the man’s side, a large group of fully armed soldiers soon appeared where the Zombie God Cult members were gathered on Sky Continent and in the city below. The Zombie God Cult members had not yet understood what these soldiers intended to do when they saw them raise their butcher’s knives and swing them towards the cult members.

In no time, the heart-wrenching screams of the Zombie God Cult members could be heard both on Sky Continent and in the Old City, a massacre began suddenly without warning. Shortly after, the two aggravating words could no longer be heard either above or below on Sky Continent nor in the Old City.

As for the man, his expression showed no change at the sight of this. In his heart, those blood-stained lives were no more than weeds.

All he did was look at the carnage in the agricultural area, his heart silently aching while immense hatred welled up inside.

"Peace Party... I will remember everything you’ve done! I will return the favor," he murmured to himself, then suddenly burst into maniacal laughter that sent shivers down the spines of those around him.

...

"Ah, you’re here, why so late today?"

"What do you mean, why? It snowed less this week, I thought winter was almost over, but then it snowed so much today, I wasn’t prepared, so I’m late."

"Alright, hurry up and get inside."

"Okay."

"Wait a minute."

As the soldier was about to enter the room, the other who had been conversing with him called out to him again, leaving him quite puzzled.

"Don’t you know what day it is today?"

"Yeah, of course, it’s already the third."

"You still feel so relaxed knowing that?"

"What’s going on? Is the third some special day?" The soldier was confused.

"Of course not," the other soldier shook his head.

"Then what’s the matter?"

"That person inside is going to be released today. As soon as it’s past ten, have you ever offended him?"

"No? I’m just a vegetable delivery guy."

"Well, alright then, brother. I’ve known you for a few months now, let me give you a heads-up. When you go in there, no matter how difficult that person makes things for you, you have to bear it. After being locked up for so long, that person is bound to have some grievances and take it out on someone."

"Ah? What... what should I do?"

"Bad luck, it’s your turn to deliver food when he’s getting released."

"Is he going to kill me? I didn’t even make the food, I just help deliver it."

The soldier carrying the food tray suddenly panicked, his legs trembling.

SP: Time is too tight, things have been chaotic recently, aaah! I’m screwed in Bengbu!

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