I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 936 - 932: The People of the City of Bright Moon

Chapter 936: Chapter 932: The People of the City of Bright Moon

Words were no longer needed, as Old Horse twisted the dagger, the sharp blade tearing through the blood on his friend’s neck like a flowing stream that simply couldn’t be stopped. He struggled, but Old Horse had his hands seized, rendering him utterly powerless.

He felt the life inside him rapidly draining away, the color draining from his face, as the wound in his neck created by the dagger—first leaking blood like a trickle—finally spurted out like a fountain.

The serrations on the back of the dagger ceaselessly agitated the wound, enlarging its range, and he struggled with all his might. But the ebbing life sapped his strength bit by bit, and no longer could he dislodge Old Horse, who stood firm behind him.

"Goodbye, my friend."

Uh... Ugh!

"You... why?" It was his last utterance; as the words slipped out, his body, propped up by Old Horse, gradually slumped.

"Sorry, I had no choice. I hope you don’t blame me," Old Horse said with a teary eye. After uttering these words, he felt his friend’s life force completely fade away, leaving no trace of vitality.

It was then that Old Horse released him, watching in silence as his friend of many years fell to the ground—a Level 4 New Human, just like that, gone.

He had to do it; both being Level 4 New Humans, each was a rightful high-ranking member of their respective underground factions. They were not bottom-level survivors; perhaps they could have conspired to flee together, leave the United District, go elsewhere to thrive, and rewrite their own legendary saga with their brothers.

But having climbed to this position, enduring so much hardship, they were well aware that the growing ambition no longer allowed them to be as naive as they once were. Perhaps, by staying in the United District, there was more to gain!

That was Old Horse’s thought, and he believed that if their positions were reversed, his friend of many years would have also made a move against him at this moment!

Because if he did not strike first, Lv Jinyu would have, and this long-time friend would have died at the hands of other warriors anyway. To act personally was somewhat easier than having others do it; it’s just that by doing this...

Old Horse shook his head, scanning his surroundings. From the moment his H-steel dagger pierced his old friend’s neck, this troop composed of various strong individuals instantly descended into chaos!

The members of Three Seven Road’s faction all quickly pulled on red sleeves over their arms, and those Mercenary Guild Warriors instantly donned their Hunter Battle Suits, launching an attack on the stronghouses of other underground forces!

"Kill!"

"Don’t let them escape."

"You... damn it, we’ve been tricked! The Mercenary Guild never planned to disband; they used us as a front, and now that the Peace Party is gone, they’re going to target us!"

"Run!"

"Three Seven Road! I will never coexist with you!"

For a moment, the air was thick with killing intent, and the scent of blood began to permeate the surrounding air. Faced with the Mercenary Guild Warriors donning Predator Exoskeleton Battle Suits, one by one, the strongmen of the underground forces died, their blood splattering as shadowy figures darted back and forth.

The Peace Party Headquarters, amidst the chaotic battle of countless strongmen, suffered extensive damage. One of the Administrative Buildings was brutally hit by several powerful figures who were sent flying, with the ground floor decor instantly shattering into disarray!

"Red General, save me!"

A Level 4 New Human was pulling on a ripcord. His body swung wildly in mid-air as he dodged the relentless attacks of the Mercenary Guild Warriors. However, his luck didn’t last, and he was quickly whipped down from the sky, the immense force severely injuring him instantly.

As he watched a group of strongmen rushing towards him with intense killing intent, he hurriedly shouted. Just when the opposing warrior was about to reach him in a critical moment, a red shadow flashed by, and the figure of the assailant froze, their headlong rush coming to an abrupt halt, none other than a Bounty Hunter of the Mercenary Guild wearing a Hunter Battle Suit.

However, one of the hunter’s arms had vanished into thin air, with the gap inside the Hunter Battle Suit at his shoulder clearly visible, the severed limb cleanly cut, as thick blood dripped steadily down.

Perhaps it happened so suddenly that this strongman, upon realizing that one of his arms had been cut off, couldn’t feel any pain at all. He stared through his visor at a woman in a red suit not far away, especially the knife in her hand!

He didn’t speak, but he seemed to silently ask, "What is that knife in your hand?"

To have the Hunter Battle Suit so easily breached was truly unexpected. With this exoskeleton suit, the general impression among the Mercenary Guild Warriors was one of toughness and high defense, as if nothing could break through it.

Yet there it was, sliced neatly through, leaving the Bounty Hunter who had lost an arm in utter shock.

In the chaotic battlefield where strongmen clashing, several figures were converging on the Red General from all directions at great speed. In front of them, blades flashed coldly, the long slender blades in their hands spared nothing in their path, and several Bounty Hunters wearing Predator Exoskeleton Battle Suits had already fallen. These warriors had charged mindlessly forward relying on the defense of their suits, but who would have thought that someone’s weapon could penetrate the Predator Exoskeleton’s defense and effortlessly kill them.

Before long, seven or eight Level 4 New Humans had gathered around the Red General. They stood back to back, warily surveying their surroundings. Meanwhile, other Bounty Hunters from the Mercenary Guild noticed their companions in similar suits fallen and felt a surge of fear, refraining from rash actions. This turned the area within ten meters of the Red General into a no-man’s land.

"What kind of knives do you have in your hands?" a Bounty Hunter asked.

"Just a knife? Do you want to try it?"

A Level 4 New Human Stronghouse amongst the Red General’s group replied with a cold sneer. Now, as night approached, the face of the inquiring strongman seemed to grow even more somber in the darkness.

On the RV, Jin Ye and Lv Jinyu seemed to have noticed the situation outside. The two had stepped onto the balcony and looked toward the encircled Red General and his group.

Jin Ye’s gaze lingered on the knife in the Red General’s hand for a few seconds, then moved to other areas. Aside from the thoroughly dead strongmen of the underground forces, there were also the bodies of five or six Bounty Hunters dressed in Predator Exoskeleton Battle Suits.

His gaze returned, and even the dim early winter day couldn’t hinder the eyesight of a Level 6 New Human. Soon, Jin Ye could see from afar that there seemed to be a few characters etched on the handle of the Red General’s blade, which appeared to be "Bright Moon"?

Seeming to understand something, Jin Ye said with a sly smile, "It seems my guess was right. The illustrious Red General is indeed from the City of Bright Moon."