Chapter 32: The Black Eye Zombie (1/2)

In a distant city, Aztec Kingdom.

Two men stood on a faraway building as they watched a horde of mindless zombies tear apart the city

”Ahhh--Save me.”

Screams of terror were heard as various people tried to get away from the zombies.

”Stay calm,” shouted a man wearing a warrior outfit.

On his shoulder was an incredibly huge giant sword, he brandished it to kill any zombie he saw.

”City Lord, where did the zombies come from?” another warrior beside him asked.

Three hours ago, they were in their homes, enjoying the warm sun. Suddenly, they heard loud screams. Rushing out, they were met with a huge horde of zombies, which had mysteriously appeared in the city.

At that time, the horde was still small, and a group of ten cultivators could effortlessly take care of it.

So the Citylord sent a small team to deal with it and that was their mistake!..... one shouldn't underestimate the terror of zombies!

The zombies, while weak against a cultivator, made up for that with their immense numbers and their spontaneous degree of infection. With just one bite, they could gain an army!

They quickly converted the small team to their sides and continued spreading their infection around the city.

Of course, the city lord couldn't sit down and watch as his city descended into chaos. He summoned all the cultivators in his city and battled the zombies.

As a [Morning Dew] cultivator, no zombie could outmatch him, but when they ganged up on him, he felt restrained. He had to fight multiple zombies, and also spare some of his time to save some of his citizens.

”Enter into formation!” The city lord instructed his men to increase their efficiency.

The few men left arranged themselves as they prepared to fight the horde. They could see some familiar faces among the zombies.

Some men could see their wives. Some youths could see their parents. Some could see friends.

”That is the true terror of zombies,” one of the men watching the city softly commented.

”It is not death or infection. It is the fact that the zombies might be your loved ones,” quipped the second man.

”True,” agreed, the first man.

They conversed as the city descended into chaos.

Watching the city lord struggling, the first man asked, ”Do you think he will survive?”

The second took a deep breath, glancing at the city lord, trying to estimate his chances of survival.

”No. He is just a [Morning Dew realm] cultivator. Sooner or later, he would get worn out.”

”Well, none of that matters…..”

”True, with that zombie in the city, the city lord's death is ascertained.”

They watched as the city lord fought valiantly against the zombie.

Sweats dripped down his forehead, as he kept killing zombies after zombies.

The cultivator's numbers dimmed down as they progressed.

The city lord couldn't see any hope, but he held his large sword firmly as if channeling his despair into it.

He furiously slashed the zombies, not sparing any thought about their past form.

”Charge. By killing them, we will be granting them peace!” he shouted, boosting the morale of the cultivators.

Feeling invigorated, the cultivators charged at the horde of the zombies. The killing rate was increasing every minute as they had been purged of their hesitation.

”That settles it,” said the men in the building top.

They smiled as they looked past the cultivation, at a.....

*Dun!* *Dun!* *Dun!*

A loud footstep paused the battles as the cultivators searched for the source.

After a while, the sounds stopped. They saw a figure as tall as a giant.

”Oh my god!”