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墨書 Inktalez
Long Night
The long, endless darkness seemed to swallow the last remnants of light. The sounds of howling and screaming echoed in the air, as if the very depths of hell were roaring.
Zombie!
Zombie!
Still Zombie!
It was like an infinite sea of corpses, where people struggled desperately, fighting for their very survival.
Unfortunately, the Zombie remained just that—a Zombie—but its power was entirely different. The Zombie that appeared at Cat Ear Cliff was at least a Second-Level Zombie. Its overwhelming strength instilled fear, not to mention the two Third-Stage Zombies lurking nearby.
They were nothing short of nightmares, constantly threatening their lives. The powerful Third-Stage Zombies were nearly unstoppable, akin to gods of the apocalypse, impervious to resistance.
"Kill! Hold them back! Those civilians are innocent; the butchers are hiding in Ear Nest Stronghold. For now, ignore them." The Left Guard, leading over thirty Special Forces, stood at the forefront.
The sharp Scorpion Tail of the Second-Level Zombie became a deadly weapon, but against the fully armed members of the Firestorm Team, it couldn’t even scratch their sturdy Plate Armor.
The Plate Armor was expertly crafted, each piece undergoing rigorous testing with an almost harsh level of scrutiny. This ensured they possessed formidable protective capabilities.
The manufacturers were nearly exhausted from the effort; had it not been for this large order, they might not have agreed to produce such peculiar Plate Armor for a factory of just a few dozen workers.
Of course, the primary reason for their successful production was the order for 50,000 sets of Plate Armor across ten batches.
The hundred pieces currently available were merely samples—not even part of the first batch—just an advance payment for sample costs.
Subsequent orders were in production, demanding even greater strength, toughness, and comfort.
Once the official products rolled out, at least they wouldn't be lined with rough leather that chafed against the skin.
"Dong! Dong!" It sounded like a bell tolling. Although members of the Firestorm Team were not worried about being dismembered like skewered meat, being struck by a Scorpion Tail was no pleasant experience. The intense impact left them feeling dazed and disoriented, their rifles flailing wildly in their hands.
Of course, those behind them would seize any opportunity to push forward.
"Head! It's bad, it's a Third-Stage Zombie, they're coming!" The line of Second-Level Zombies was slowly being pushed back, but the sight of the Third-Stage Zombies behind them made them instinctively retreat.
It wasn't that they were cowardly; it was just that the reputation of the Third-Stage Zombies was fearsome. Of course, they attacked one by one without mercy.
Their attacks felt like mere tickles to the Third-Stage Zombies, posing no threat at all.
"Steady, retreat slowly! We can't turn back directly, or the entire line will collapse!" The Left Guard shot into the center of the crowd like a bullet, thrusting his spear fiercely.
At this moment, shields were useless. Against the Third-Stage Zombies, there was only offense and evasion—no shield could block their might.
Because it was utterly ineffective; a powerful tail could shatter shields into pieces.
The Left Guard's gaze was resolute and unwavering, his aura reminiscent of a valiant warrior from ancient times.
He embodied selflessness and bravery in that moment.
"Ha!" He fired two shots in quick succession, like two plum blossoms blooming. Green blood splattered like petals, slowly dripping down.
The heads of two Second-Level Zombies exploded like rotten watermelons, but the speed of the Scorpion Tail couldn't be halted.
"Clang! Clang!" The Scorpion Tail struck against the Left Guard's body, yet he seemed oblivious as he continued to push forward.
His target was singular: the two Third-Stage Zombies in the center.
At that moment, the Third-Stage Zombies before him were terrifying.
Their decaying skin revealed bright red muscle and pale skull beneath. With their lips rotted away, their white teeth were smeared with human flesh.
The Zombie on the left had white liquid dripping from its mouth, "drip, drip," falling to the ground.
That was human brain matter.
What terrified the Left Guard even more were the tentacles on these creatures.
These Third-Stage Zombies were completely different from any Third-Stage Zombie the Left Guard had encountered before. They possessed keen tentacles, powerful hearing, and webbed feet that allowed them to move adeptly in water.
Their bodies were covered in patches of green moss, as if they had been submerged in Water for an extended period.
"Kill!" The killing intent surged like a rainbow, and the spear shot forward like a flurry of stars aimed at the throat.
He knew no other way to fight; he only understood how to stab with his weapon, a simple yet lethal method against his enemies.
"Clang!" The sound was like metal clashing, and sparks flew as a burst of fire erupted from the Zombie's throat. Then, a massive gray-yellow hammer came flying toward him.
With a thunderous crash, it grazed the Left Guard's chest and struck a large boulder.
The boulder disintegrated into fragments like foam upon impact.
The tail of the hammer slowly retracted behind the Zombie, returning to its optimal position for striking again.
The Left Guard was the prey of the Third-Stage Zombie on his left, while the one on his right broke through the ranks of Second-Level Zombies and swung its tail hammer fiercely into the crowd.
The first two victims were instantly turned into pulp; the Scorpion Tail of a Second-Level Zombie couldn't even leave serious scratches on their Plate Armor, which crumpled under the hammer like an empty cigarette box tossed aside, leaving only a pile of scrap metal and splattered blood.
"Roar! Roar!" The Zombies were in a frenzy; blood was their best stimulant. With fresh blood, they could unleash even greater power, and with blood as their guide, they knew exactly where to find their next meal.
Just ahead, in front of the Third-Stage Zombie.
The Zombies went wild, attacking with even more ferocity. The Third-Stage Zombie crouched down and extended its tentacles into the pile of scrap metal, drawing in blood as if sipping from a soda. Once it absorbed all the blood, it tore open the Plate Armor like opening a can, savoring the flesh within.
"Ah! I'll fight you to the death!" The Left Guard screamed in madness, but it was futile. The tail hammer of the Third-Stage Zombie was poised to strike at any moment. As the Left Guard's ribs merely brushed against it, his Plate Armor caved in, and three ribs snapped under the pressure.
Before him, the Third-Stage Zombie readied its tail hammer, its hands slowly reaching forward, prepared to tear apart the Left Guard's body.
"Abomination! Look out!" A sharp shout came from behind Zombie, followed by a flash of cold light.
It was a true flash of cold light, like the moonlight cascading down from the Milky Way, hanging upside down in the sky.
It resembled a shimmering lake, ethereal and elusive, appearing both real and illusory.
A shadow flickered in and out of sight, moving faster than lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Left Guard saw someone standing in front of him—a person he recognized.
It was a young man who inspired an immediate sense of goodwill. At first glance, one might feel that he surpassed Pan An as described in books, yet upon closer inspection, he was so familiar—familiar hairstyle, familiar expression of anger. The only difference was his attire.
He wore a Single Green Silk Robe with Floral Patterns, cinched at the waist with a Double Otter Tail Turtle Shell Silver Belt. He had on Clawed Boots and held a Bright Silver Nine-Dragon Spear that gleamed with cold light.
On the ground lay a Zombie Crystal radiating a faint purple glow, signifying the power, precision, and terror of that last shot.
The only thing left in Left Guard's mind was the final sound before the world spun around him and he lost consciousness.
He could only remember that last sound.
"Thud!"
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