I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 820 - 817: Male to the Left and Right

Chapter 820: Chapter 817: Male to the Left and Right

After laughing, Hatred’s face once again twisted into a ferocious sneer, the shrill screams of his victim providing his distorted soul an unprecedented sense of comfort.

He then controlled his steps and twisted forcefully, spinning around the blade that was plunged into the captain’s head. The sound of flesh being torn apart resounded, making one’s teeth feel sour.

When he lifted his foot again, the sharp end was already covered in fresh blood, the viscous fluid sliding down the grooves on his foot.

The dense smell of blood permeated the entire scene. At that moment, the sound of helicopter rotors seemed to echo from the sky outside, indicating someone was passing by, but it was uncertain who.

However, Hatred didn’t care. He was solely focused on killing those who dared to offend him. His gaze turned to the others, and he coldly said,

"Next, it’s your turn!"

His eyes, icy as glaciers, made everyone’s hair stand on end and they couldn’t help but retreat in fear. But no sooner had they done so than Hatred suddenly burst forth!

Before they knew it, two people’s heads were each grasped by a powerful hand.

Bang!

Hatred brought his arms together, causing two heads, each wearing a full-combat helmet, to collide. One of the men couldn’t withstand such force and immediately passed out, losing the ability to fight.

Afterward, three new human soldiers in a "品"-shaped formation approached from above. Hatred glanced at them, turned, and charged at the person closest to him. With one kick, he sent them flying, then rebounded like a marble back toward another person. His right hook smashed into the man’s chin with a "crack," seemingly splitting the full-combat helmet wrapped around his head.

Bang!

With that punch, the man was shot into the air, his body flying upward vertically, then slamming directly into the ceiling. Just like that, he was stuck in the ceiling, head-up, as if he were a stalk of wheat planted upside down.

The last man, seeing his companions defeated, slowed his pace and looked around hesitantly.

The one stuck in the ceiling was motionless, while another lay like a wounded animal, trying to stand but collapsing, only to try getting up again, clearly too injured and exhausted to continue.

In contrast, Hatred, after such an extended battle, was still capable of fighting on, demonstrating the terror of a Level 6 Powerhouse!

Although his movements had slowed down, Hatred was not deterred by this behavior. How could he easily let go of anyone who had pushed him to such extremes?

Having just slain a new human soldier, he turned to kill the last one who had just charged at him.

"Not good!"

The man’s heart tightened, his mind went blank, and he could not pretend to believe he could withstand the might of a Level 6 New Human.

Thus, his reason vanished, leaving only the primal instinct to flee!

And with that, he turned and ran, but he couldn’t outrun Hatred. As he turned around, he noticed a dark shadow flash by, and when he came to his senses and focused, Hatred’s grotesque, terrifying face was right in front of him!

Ah!

He screamed, attempting to alleviate the fear in his heart through this method, but soon, a tremendous force acted upon him, sending him flying. The exoskeleton armor on his chest, which had twisted beyond description, suffered another massive attack.

With a "boom," the breastplate exploded, exposing the flesh and blood body of the New Human soldier. Hatred’s tentacles thrust forward, piercing through his chest and drawing a scarlet streak of blood!

Thus, a Level 5 New Human soldier died!

Without any superfluous words, Hatred’s gaze shifted to another who was still trying to get up. In the next instant, it transformed into a shadow and, in the blink of an eye, arrived in front of him.

The New Human soldier looked up, his face revealing shock; then, just like a cannon shell that had just been fired, he was propelled away.

Seeing that he hadn’t died, Hatred roared and showed no intention of sparing him. Its form vanished again, and before the other had hit the ground, Hatred charged to appear in front of him.

"Hehehe... All... all! All of you die!"

One punch! He slammed the man from midair onto the ground before lifting his foot and violently stomping on the soldier’s head. The all-around combat helmet had reached its limit and shattered into countless pieces.

The person within was crushed under the immense force; his skull fractured, and he died. After Hatred left, a stream of fresh blood mixed with white brain matter seeped out.

With only a few New Human soldiers left, they had no fighting capability anymore. Seeing Hatred approach, they had lost the desire to continue fighting. Their Level 5 New Human Captain was dead, and without him, there was absolutely no chance they could kill this monster!

Nevertheless, the instinct to escape from danger was still present. They desperately tried to stand up, intending to leave this place as quickly as possible. Even if the leader of the Yesteryear Association died, they would still face death, but at least it would be later rather than sooner.

Having survived so long in this apocalypse, countless times teetering on the brink of life and death, the more they did so, the more they understood the preciousness of life.

Death, those two words were truly terrifying. It was only those who had experienced the sensation before death who could understand the deep, soul-shaking dread of standing before the gates of hell, facing the boundless darkness.

But Hatred, the monster, did not spare them. Its back tentacles swayed up and down as if excited. Upstairs, the soldiers holding laser weapons weren’t sure whether to shoot or not. As the Level 5 New Human died, Hatred moved so quickly that, in order not to injure others, their attacks were hesitant and broken. In the blink of an eye, they were left in such a defeated state, and some had already thought of retreating, eager to leave this place, to escape this undying demon!

The laser weapons in their hands caused only superficial wounds on Hatred. According to the strength of Level 6 New Humans, this level of damage was nowhere near their vital parts.

However, for some unknown reason, while some wanted to run, they dared not act rashly without knowing what others were thinking. If they moved first, others might shoot them due to differing intentions!

Caught in a dilemma, they could only wait and see, trying to guess their comrades’ thoughts.

Yet in that brief moment, Hatred had already massacred all the New Human soldiers, and its cold gaze began to turn toward the second floor.

"Run!"

No one knew who shouted, but everyone responded and ran wildly toward the first-floor exit. Hatred let out a strange laugh and leaped forward, positioning itself in their way. Its wrist and foot tentacles, along with its own arms, began to flail wildly.

The soldiers felt their hearts and gallbladders shatter, their eyes bulging with bloodshot whites. Without a word, they started attacking Hatred!

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