If one isn't enough, eat both.
Anyway, there are still endless zombies behind us.
The zombies, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions, headed towards the mountainside, their only feature being their vacant eyes.
They didn't know why they were rushing to the top of the mountain, nor did they know where the suddenly vanished zombies had gone or which mutated plant they had fed.
They are controlled by powerful brainwaves and have only one destination: to go halfway up the mountain and destroy the research institute there.
Along the way, they relied on the rotting flesh of the zombies to cushion their advance, allowing the zombies behind them to continue charging forward.
The cannon fodder at the front are ordinary zombies. After the mutated plants that love to eat carrion are fed, the ones that step into the mountains again are some high-level zombies.
They have flexible limbs and their own thoughts.
Yet he never forgot the command of that supreme brainwave.
Go and destroy that place.
Occasionally, a high-level zombie would glance at the green plants splattered with black blood on both sides of the road, a flash of anger and sorrow in its eyes.
It is compassion for one's fellow human beings.
Zombies rarely have compassion, but that doesn't mean they don't.
Out of tens of thousands, there might be one.
They felt anger towards the mutated plants that devoured their own kind, and sorrow towards the deaths of their kind.
They wouldn't blame the Zombie King; whatever the Zombie King did was right. If needed, they would even calmly extract the crystal core from their own brains.
Because of their supreme reverence for the emperor, even if the emperor doesn't value his own kind and allows them to kill each other, they will never develop a rebellious heart.
After taking a deep look at the wreckage left on the ground, the zombies that had developed special emotions roared to the sky and moved even faster.
He pitied the "death" of the other zombies, yet he himself rushed to the front without fear.
Bang!
The roars of zombies and the sound of explosions were heard, and the ground trembled.
"That organization has lost its foundation; it's resorting to explosives against a mere horde of zombies."
Captain Zhang said calmly.
Bai Yifan: ? ? ?
The strong are indeed strong; is this even human language?
A mere horde of zombies?
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