Chapter 92 - Forgive Me For Being Direct… (2/2)

Delight appeared over Pain Star’s face as bloodlust flashed in her eyes for an instant. Licking her devilishly purple lips, she exclaimed in excitement, “Are they MAD or military? How many are there?”

“Just one person.” Earthen Diction said quietly. “I couldn’t see clearly because he was quite far, but from the look of his figure, it seems to be Jiang He, the one who had slain dozens of our fellow believers, the Tranquil Heavenly General, the Earth Demon Heavenly General, and Killer Star.”

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“What’s going on?”

Over the ridge of a cornfield, Jiang He was blinking even as he carried his Dragon-Slaying Saber.

A geezer seemed to have been running towards him.

He was quick, but it also seems that he turned and ran after he saw Jiang He from three hundred meters away.

“The codger isn’t a weakling. He moved so quickly that he has to be a rank-seven grandmaster, and probably stronger than the Earth Demon Heavenly General.” When Jiang He considered whether he should give chase and stab the old man a bit, the rumbling was suddenly slowing down.

The hordes of human figures were now distinct in Jiang He’s vision.

Since the distance was too far before for Jiang He to see clearly, now that there were just several hundred meters away, he could now make out a facial scar on one of the person’s face. It must have been a gash left by a Feral because half his face was missing, and one of his eyes was dangling out of its socket. At the same time, the blood on his face had yet to dry, and kept dripping out without end.

The person beside him was no better—he was dragging one of his own arms on the ground along with his body. It must have been mauled by a Feral, leaving half-chewed bones, tendons, and skin.

More bizarrely, there was a vague gray mist covering their bodies, and their eyes were a bizarre gray hue.

“What the hell. How frightening!”

Jiang He couldn’t help shuddering. It was a sight that made him remember the zombie movies he had watched in his last life, and those monsters were no different from the corpses here.

Even as those thoughts crossed his mind, those walking dead slowly made their way towards Jiang He, with quite a few Ferals amongst their ranks.

“So, the Ferals are zombies too… they must have been the missing bodies of the villagers, townsfolk, and Ferals.”

Rage brewed in Jiang He’s gaze at that very thought.

He had nothing against the Sky Demon Cult’s ambition to conquer the world, but those civilians were innocent.

Meanwhile, the zombies all stopped 200 meters away from Jiang He. With over a thousand of them gathered in a rather tight formation, Jiang He could not help being worried.

Could the potatoes he buried really blow they all up in a single blast?

“Well, it’s fine. I could just throw a few more pea bombs to follow up.”

Kekekeke!

That was when crisp laughter echoed from behind the zombies.

Boom!

Boom!

The earth shook as a horned boar that stood taller than a bus advanced from the rear.

Pain Star slowly rose to her feet atop the horned boar’s back then, laughing as she fiddled with her short hair. “You have some guts, in you, kiddo. But did you really think that my Holy Faith is helpless against you just because you wiped out some pieces of trash?”

Jiang He gaped.

What the hell.

Was that… really a boar knight?

And was that woman over thirty?

To think that an old cow was acting youthful, putting on smoky makeup—and thick makeup at that.

Jiang He could see that clearly under the moonlight, even though there was a distance of two hundred meters between them.

Really…

He could not bear to look!

“Guess I have myself to blame for eating too many carrots and getting such perfect eyesight.”

Even as he complained inwardly, Jiang He studied their group as well as the horde of zombies, inwardly praising his own maneuver.

“Forgive me for being direct,” he said earnestly, “but a bunch of uglies like you would never defeat me!”

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