I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1585 - 1579: Proof of Stubborn Perseverance

Chapter 1585: Chapter 1579: Proof of Stubborn Perseverance

The veteran shouted, and Ghost Head quickly ran toward the back of the line. Seeing that the new recruits were learning the process well, the veteran felt assured and walked to the rear to chat casually with the other two veterans.

Inside the truck, tube after tube of lure substance was thrown onto the road by the new recruits. The "hiss-hiss-hiss" sound emerged repeatedly, only to fade away moments later. As the soldiers threw out more and more of the lure substance, the interior of the truck began to fill with an indescribable smell, prompting the soldiers to cover their noses and mouths with their hands.

The scent of the lure substance was bizarre—not offensive, but strangely fragrant. When it evaporated, it carried an aroma reminiscent of cumin seasoning used during barbeques. Logically, this smell shouldn’t provoke an urge to avoid breathing it in, yet it instinctively gave off an impression of something pleasant but uninhabitable.

This "cumin fragrance" stimulated an oddly visceral reaction—like catching its waft inside a restroom, instinctively leading one’s thoughts to someone who’d consumed excessive amounts of cumin, resulting in feces smelling strangely like it.

Although there wasn’t an excessive supply of the lure substance onboard, within only five or six minutes, dozens of boxes had been completely emptied by the soldiers, leaving the road steeped in this peculiar cumin smell.

After finishing, Brother Shi, Ghost Head, and four others casually sat together in mutual silence. At this point, no one doubted the claims circulating about the contents of Brother Shi’s mobile phone. Just moments ago, they’d been handling the lure substance—what was it exactly? As its name suggests, it’s a tool to attract zombies.

And where would their tossed lure substance pull the corpse tide toward? Naturally, to their designated destination, at which point they’d have to confront the endless onslaught of demonic zombies!

Among them, however, no one had yet laid eyes on a Level 6 New Human. And what about the corpse tide? Forget Level 6—even Level 8 zombies might be lurking somewhere within it! When that moment comes, running would not even be an option. Certain death was inevitable.

The group exchanged glances. Except for Yong’s persistent dazed expression, everything else encompassed unspoken resignation.

With the lure substance exhausted, the truck’s interior space began to open up significantly. The vehicle accelerated, quickly overtaking the truck ahead of them. One of the three veterans extended half his body out and, passing the forward truck, shouted at its occupants: "We’re done here; it’s your turn!"

After speaking, he retracted his body and stepped into the depths of the truck, resuming idle chatter with the other two veterans. The newfound space granted Ghost Head a view from the observation window. Silent, he glanced outside, hoping to glimpse traces of beauty. Yet to his disappointment, this city offered nothing but monotonous, muted scenes.

Ever since news broke of the demonic corpse tide advancing toward Dangerous Sanctuary City, the city launched widespread military operations, purging zombies from this wasteland metropolis. Their method relied heavily on lure substances, drawing most zombies to a concentrated area for two days and three nights of relentless bombing!

Post-bombardment, countless zombies had been obliterated. Along with them, the mutant plants blanketing the city were also razed. Unsurprisingly, the city itself lay in devastation, reduced to lifeless ruins.

What Ghost Head saw was a skyline dominated by buildings stripped of their original shapes, some reduced to little more than rubble just a meter tall. The ground was uneven, scarred with potholes, as heaps of rebar and concrete accumulated along roadsides, remnants of cleared building ruins.

The horizon was tinged faintly red, blending with dusky black clouds. This oppressive palette overshadowed the city further. In the distance, Green Mountain appeared vague, merging seamlessly with the sky, shrouded in ethereal mist. It left Ghost Head devoid of any meaningful connection to the land.

His sense of disappointment evoked childhood memories—an idyllic scene where he perched upon an old cow’s broad back, climbing trees to gaze at distant chimneys puffing pure white smoke that blurred indistinguishably with thin clouds.

Back then, he didn’t understand the value of cherishing such moments, only faintly recalling the nagging tone of his grandmother summoning him home for dinner.

As for the future, Ghost Head wasn’t sure if he’d ever again witness such a fleeting vision from years past. Even if he could glimpse it for just an instant—just once—it would suffice...

His reverie was interrupted by the feeling of Brother Shi patting him. When Ghost Head snapped back to reality, he realized they had arrived.

"We’re here?" Ghost Head asked, hesitating for confirmation.

"Yeah."

Brother Shi didn’t respond—it was Bald Head who spoke. Among the six men, except for Yong, all five wore solemn expressions. What awaited them was inevitable; they needed to find a chance to escape!

The group dismounted along with the veterans ahead. Their first sight was the towering walls stretching over 20 to 30 meters high, encircling Ghost Head and the other soldiers entirely—its span a staggering expanse rivaling seven to eight soccer fields combined with their spectator stands!

Not only had their Second team gathered here, but the Cold Army’s First and Second teams had joined too. The combined group totaled nearly 2,000 people. Encircled by these towering walls, neither veterans nor recruits could make sense of what came next. They could only await orders from the three officers in charge.

"Look up there," Brother Shi said, pointing to the top of the towering walls. Ghost Head and the others followed his gaze to find an array of heavy-duty laser cannons, their barrels all aimed directly at the ground where they stood. Spotting several mechs stationed above, the usual sentiment about mechs being a man’s romance faded entirely; all they could think about now was escaping.

Everyone gathered here was destined to face off against the corpse tide!

Initially, seeing so many soldiers filled Bald Head and the others with faint hope. They scanned the surroundings, searching for reinforcements. However, their optimism quickly died, accompanied by heavy sighs. Among these 2,000 soldiers, the greatest combat strength belonged to those three officers!

Just three Level 4 New Humans. Though their presence wasn’t remarkable, it was routine enough; Dangerous Sanctuary City wouldn’t bat an eye at the death of a few Level 4 New Humans. Dead was dead!

The countless heavy weapon systems affixed atop the walls confirmed their grim reality—they were standing in the arena for a bittersweet clash against the corpse tide. Their deaths were certain, but whether the corpse tide could be eliminated remained ambiguous. Their sole purpose was to whittle down zombie numbers.

"Hey, did you notice? Bai Liang and his crew seem to have realized the gravity of the situation," Brother Shi suddenly remarked with a wry smile at Ghost Head.

"Really?"

Ghost Head and the others shifted their focus toward Bai Liang’s trio in the distance. Their pale faces suggested alarm, with one clutching a communicator, seemingly engaged in a tense exchange. Judging by their fluctuating expressions, it was evident the person on the other end wasn’t being honest about the current state of affairs.