These zombies used all their strength against their own kind.

Teeth and claws worked simultaneously on their opponent, tearing off chunks of rotten flesh, which they then swallowed without hesitation—flesh they had never been interested in.

Sharp fingernails pierced the other person's temple, forcefully prying out the crystal core.

Not a single zombie flinched when faced with the opponent's fingers poised to pierce its brain.

While desperately trying to hurt the other person, they also accepted their own fate.

In just five minutes, tens of thousands of zombies fell into the black blood.

The blood pooled into a black stream, flowing towards the low-lying area.

The last zombie that "lived" was the highest-ranking one among them.

It's already a level four zombie.

The zombie's gaze wasn't blank; looking at the rotting flesh on the ground, a fleeting sadness crossed its eyes.

It already possesses a certain level of thinking and can understand "living" and "death".

When it was under Wang Ge's command, the zombies were doing quite well for it.

"Not bad" means that everyone can eat meat and blood every now and then.

It never cared about Wang Ge's attitude towards them. A zombie couldn't understand so much; as long as there was flesh and blood to eat, that was enough.

Now that Wang Ge has run away, a new king has arrived whom they obey unconditionally.

The emperor made them die.

They must obey.

Looking at the rotting flesh on the ground, the fourth-tier zombie still showed human emotions in its eyes.

desolate.

This is probably true death.

The fourth-tier zombie did not participate in the fight because it had a mission.

Its stiff body slowly began to move, stepping step by step into the blood on the ground. Its stiff body slowly bent down, picking up one crystal core after another from the broken, rotting flesh on the ground.

The sight of rotting flesh covering the ground was shocking, but buried within it were beautiful crystal cores.

Rotten fingers gently cradled the beautiful crystal core, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The rotting eyes slowly swept over the decaying flesh on the ground, and a heavy sigh came from its rotting throat.

It was probably the first zombie to be so saddened to see one of its kind die!

It has forgotten who it once was, and only knows that it grew step by step by devouring humans.

At first, its understanding of the world was very vague.

Little by little, its consciousness began to awaken. It was no longer just a zombie that knew only how to devour flesh and blood; its body became more agile than that of an ordinary zombie.

They can also see through the traps humans set to lure zombies.

When it saw its kind being dissected by humans and having its crystal core removed, it began to feel anger.

It was probably because it would get angry when zombies died that Wang Ge took it back.

No zombie can resist an opponent whose brainwaves are stronger than their own.

Similarly, it chose to obey Wang Ge, whose brainwaves were far superior to its own.

It was experimented on by Wang Ge many times, and each time it was injected with all sorts of strange medicines into its head.

Perhaps because of these reasons, its understanding of the world has become increasingly clear.

It understood that without the crystal core, the zombie was considered "dead".

Humans are food to it.

It didn't understand why that incredibly powerful ruler would protect the food, nor did it understand why, after protecting the food, the ruler would still let them all "die."

The emperor's orders must be obeyed.

The fourth-tier zombie's rotting fingers continuously picked up crystal cores from the ground, found a relatively clean piece of cloth, and put them all together.

There were tens of thousands of dead zombies, and it would take a lot of time to pick them up one by one, not to mention that their bodies were still somewhat stiff and not as flexible as humans.

It picked up one crystal core after another with almost piety, carefully putting them away.

The rotting flesh scattered on the ground is garbage to other people or other zombies, something filthy that makes them shudder.

For it, these are its kind.

High-level zombies are all cold-blooded, but this particular one is sentimental.

Sunlight shone on the zombie's rotting face, its twisted features seemingly bearing a bellyful of grievances and sorrow, yet no one had come to tell them.

No one, not even zombies, could understand its feelings.

When zombies possess emotions—

Those zombies born as zombie kings subconsciously consider themselves human; they yearn for human life and long to become human again.

Those zombies, devoid of any consciousness, are driven only by their bloodlust to frantically devour flesh and blood.

By devouring flesh and blood and gradually becoming high-level zombies, some of them yearn to become human, while others continue to follow their instincts and devour flesh and blood.

But all the zombies are cold-hearted.

Those zombies that grow by devouring flesh and blood have no feelings of "sympathy" for either humans or other zombies.

But it alone is so "passionate".

It is neither the first nor the last.

The reason why a species or a race can survive on Earth for a long time is because the whole group relies on each other and complements each other.

When zombies can never become human again.

As zombies gradually develop "emotions".

Zombies and humans are always enemies.

How will this world provide them with a place to live?

The scorching sun shone on the face covered with rotting zombies, but it felt no warmth from the sun, only endless desolation from the depths of its heart.

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