Chapter 31

In the moonlight they were ragged, like refugees.

Of course, there wouldn't be any refugees travelling in the middle of the night.

These people were surprisingly pale, but their eyes were glowing red.

More or less, there were signs of muscle decay, and even more severe, bones that were already white.

They were living corpses, humanoid monsters.

Likes to move in the night, capturing humans and all living creatures for food.

Now the corpses were staggering along the road.

Behind them, even more living corpses walked out from the direction of the Silver Tree City.

"Thirty, maybe more."

he said worriedly, setting down the infrared telescope.

Teddy said nervously, "What then? Shall we leave now?"

"No, we'll talk about it later."

Zero direct negation.

Naturally, the living corpses did not come out for a stroll. However, there was no food outside Silver Tree City. It was impossible for such a large group of living corpses to come out solely for hunting.

There hadn't been many living corpses in Silver Tree City two years ago.

After killing the living corpse leader and the butcher as a thug, the original social system had been destroyed.

Without a leader, living corpses without control would either die fighting amongst themselves or travel further away from Silver Tree City.

These thirty or so living corpses should be all that was left of the Silver Tree City.

Now that the living corpses had left their nests, rather than hunting for food, it was more appropriate for them to migrate together.

There was no longer any food left in Silver Tree City that could provide the living corpses with the necessities, unless they ate their own flesh and blood like an old living corpse from Lingcun.

Otherwise, due to hunger, the remaining living corpses would definitely have internal strife, and the surviving corpses wouldn't have been able to live much longer.

These living dead would use the night time to travel.

In the daytime, they would hide in the shadows, or simply bury themselves in the ground until it was dark and they would continue their journey.

It was an unknown journey, ending maybe a few kilometers away, maybe a few thousand, maybe.

There was no end.

Who knows?

The campfire had gone out and everyone was hiding in the cars.

As long as there were no accidents, there was a high chance that the migrating corpses would ignore them.

But the army of living corpses was approaching the road in the direction of the farm, and they all tensed.

Zero frowned. A living corpse was a monster with a very sensitive sense of smell and hearing. If these people were nervous, their body temperature would immediately rise.

If they made any more noise, they would have no choice but to fight the living corpses.

Even though with their strength, it shouldn't be a problem for them to wipe out these thirty or so living corpses.

However, this way, Zero could not guarantee that there wouldn't be any casualties.

At the very least, the weaker women and children would find it difficult to escape from the living corpses.

The living corpses were busy on their journey, so they didn't notice that a green car was parked beside the abandoned farm not far away.

As a result, the people in the car let out a sigh of relief as they saw the living corpses pass by.

However, the God of Luck seemed to suddenly leave.

He sniffed at something, because a live corpse in the middle of the line had suddenly stopped, and then turned around and headed in the direction of the car.

Then, the living corpse left the group and waddled towards the farm.

"F * ck, prepare for battle."

Gian swore under his breath as he unlocked the safety of the pistol.

Once the shot was fired, the gunshot would definitely attract the attention of the other living corpses.

Don't let these things walk so slowly, but once they find food, they run faster than rabbits and move faster than monkeys.

In such an empty space, even with an anti-aircraft gun to hold the line, it was hard to guarantee that the zombie would not be able to get past the firepower.

The battle meant casualties, but now they had no choice.

But Zero's hand was on the gun. "Don't shoot, I'll be right back."

He drifted silently out of the car like a ghost.

Like a wary cat, he lowered his body and, using the cover of the dwarf tree and the slope of earth, began to sneak toward the corpse.

A few meters away from the living corpse, Zero was hiding under a short tree, silently approaching the living corpse.

Five meters, four meters, three meters …

As the distance closed up, Zero's breathing became more and more shallow until it became silent.

The living corpse came to the tree, and his sensitive hearing detected a strange sound from the tree.

His voice was very soft, but it could not hide it from him.

The living corpse raised its head, a flash of white light, and then it lost consciousness.

His feet hooked onto the branches, hanging down the short tree the instant the zombie passed by. He then stabbed the dagger in between the zombie's eyebrows, destroying the nerves in his brain and stopping the zombie's function.

He leaped lightly down from the tree, nudged the living corpse with his back, put his arms behind his back, and carried the real corpse behind the tree.

After dealing with a living corpse, the expressions of the people in the vehicles became unnatural.

In particular, Zion could not help but rub his neck, glad that his head was still on his neck.

After dealing with this living corpse, no other living corpses approached. They watched as their group gradually left, and only then did the people on the carriage finally relax.

He had survived the night, before the sun came out during the day.

The green car started up, woke up a number of people still asleep, and headed back toward the highway, continuing its unfinished journey.

While they were on their way to Remutt, a convoy arrived at the Z7 base at the same time.

The convoy consisted of two composite armoured vehicles, one in front and one in the back, and a black, old-fashioned car in the middle.

The black car looked ordinary, but the interior was made of composite armor, strong enough to withstand the impact.

Just based on the appearance of this car and its practicality, its construction cost was not even above that of an armoured vehicle. It could only be described as extravagant.

An hour before the convoy arrived at the base, Jetto, who was temporarily in charge of the base, was waiting outside with the surviving miners.

It was a team from the Parkland plutocrats, and Jetto had heard that this was a big deal.

The convoy stopped at the entrance of the base.

Two big men in black suits got out of the car and respectfully opened the door.

When a pair of dark boots slipped from the door, Jetto and everyone else lowered their heads.

A young man stepped down from the back of the car.

He looked to be around twenty years old and had a head full of short blond hair.

He wore a dark red leather robe with a high vertical collar, and his leather robe was exquisitely made. It was completely different from the rough clothes of this era.

On the chest of the robe, there were black ornaments.

It was a picture of swords and shields, with the style of knights from the old days.

As for the sleeves of the robe, there were two black patterns on each sleeve, making the robe even more luxurious.

The young men's attendants were half-bent, not only out of respect for the man's identity, but also out of respect for the organization represented by this long robe.

The organization's name was' Dark Council ', and this robe belonged to the organization's armed forces, the' Blood Knights'!