Chapter 569 Three Deadly Armies Approach Quietly
On the other side, dozens of kilometers away, the remaining squads of corpse-wearing men were still leisurely chatting and joking.
Just then, the communicator on the table suddenly rang.
"Run! Run! There's an insurmountable force here!"
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."
The communicator disconnected after just one sentence.
The expressions of everyone present changed drastically, and they suddenly stood up from their spots.
What's going on?
The captain of Team 3, filled with anxiety, quickly picked up the communicator and shouted loudly.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me? Team 7! Team 7! What happened?!"
However, no matter how he shouted, there was no response from the communicator, only the crackling sound of electricity.
In the crowd, someone muttered in surprise.
"An irresistible existence? What exactly is that? Are Seventh Brother and the others all dead...?"
When these words reached the ears of the captain of Team 3, he immediately waved his hand and gave the order to retreat.
"Withdraw! Leave this country immediately, quick, fast!"
Although he didn't know what had happened in the East, the fact that it could destroy his team of brothers in an instant must mean that they were currently powerless against it.
Even the usually composed man was terrified at that moment.
At this moment, he seemed to finally understand why the former Team 2 and Team 4 had suddenly disappeared.
It turns out that deep within this country lies a death zone!
Whoever comes will die, and die so quickly!
"Yes, Team 3!"
Next, all the corpse-wearing people present controlled the zombie horde and immediately began to flee along the original route.
They no longer wanted to explore what lay in the East; they only wanted to leave this country filled with the aura of death as quickly as possible…
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Meanwhile, after eliminating the last person, the Zombie King did not immediately head west.
All the wounds, big and small, on his body have healed completely after this period of rest, and even the hardened, scarlet armor has regained its luster.
He raised his right arm, gazed at his palm, and murmured to himself.
"Hmm... my injuries have almost healed. Now that I've been woken up, it's time to move around a bit."
He then returned to the heart of the Death Legion and found the instrument that could connect to the satellite.
He turned on the instrument and quickly tapped it a few times with his fingers, and one image after another appeared before his eyes.
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As the Zombie King gazed at the satellite footage, a slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.
"Not bad, not bad... My dog is really bold, daring to stay in that country."
"Have you grown too big for your britches? Or are you no longer afraid of me?"
"You've got quite the ambition, gathering so many subordinates... Just like those who died earlier, do you want to become me? Do you want to replace me?"
As he muttered these words, the zombie king's face gradually darkened.
He turned off the satellite connection, turned around, waved his hand, and strode westward.
After recovering from his injuries, he once again began his new journey!
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Another day passed quickly.
The leader of the Corpse-Clad Team 3, without taking a break, led all his brothers and fled the country overnight.
As he crossed the border again, he glanced back and saw the tranquility of the night before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Phew~ thank goodness, thank goodness, at least I escaped safely."
At this moment, someone in the crowd asked, "Team 3, what should we do next?"
The captain of Team 3 remained silent for a while before replying.
"We can't go to the East!"
"Let's contact all the surviving brothers far away and gather together at the location of the signal source."
"The signal source hasn't changed location all day; that should be the cyborgs' lair."
He paused for a moment, and then a look of relief gradually appeared on his face.
At this moment, the middle-aged man was filled with strange emotions.
Over such a long period of time, although the number of zombies he controlled increased, his brothers died one after another in just a few months.
Sigh~
He sighed and continued speaking.
"There are more and more terrifying things now. Let's hurry up and wipe out these cyborgs to avenge the old man. Then, head west, find a secluded place, far from the reach of the emperor, and live out the rest of our lives in peace."
"These past three years have been so busy, I'm a little tired, really tired..."
"Yes, Team 3!"
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Just as the Zombie King and his numerous squads of zombie-wearers began their westward journeys, in an unknown abandoned city, the zombie strategist Wai Di also made a new move.
That night, one of his men pushed open the door.
"Master, the location of the signal source has not moved at all today."
"Um?"
Wai Di let out a soft "hmm" and looked up, shifting his gaze in that direction.
He stared at the flashing red dot on the instrument and asked with great interest.
"Is this the location of their stronghold?"
"Yes, that should be correct. I believe that those cyborgs are stationed in this mountain range."
Wai Di had long heard of the existence of the silver-haired group.
He slowly stood up and muttered to himself, "A cyborg, a cyborg, interesting..."
At that moment, he gradually became interested in this group of people.
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Without realizing it, out of the corner of his eye, Wai Di noticed a protruding corner on the straight path diagram that had been returned.
He pointed a finger in confusion and asked.
"What's going on here? Didn't you say that those cyborgs used hang gliders to travel? How come they suddenly changed direction here?"
As soon as the voice fell, the corpse-covered man kneeling on the spot hurriedly found a map and began to compare it.
Half a minute later, he responded, his voice trembling.
"Master, this location should be the stadium we breached earlier. The cyborgs seem to have stayed here for several hours, but as for why, I have no idea..."
"oh?"
After listening to this person's report, Wai Di suddenly remembered something.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Then he burst into maniacal laughter.
According to what he learned from his subordinates, the cyborgs always acted alone.
In this situation, the other party unexpectedly went to the stadium where Qingyu had been before?
He didn't believe those cyborgs would have such good intentions, so the only possibility was that Han Shuo and his group were also mixed in with the cyborgs.
Only Han Shuo and a few others would care about Qingyu's safety.
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"Hahahaha! No wonder, no wonder I couldn't find you all the time, now I understand!"
Wai Di's expression grew increasingly manic; he was a fairly intelligent person who knew how to think.
He determined the current location of Han Shuo and his group simply by looking at one location on the feedback path.
"Smack!"
The next moment, he raised his hand and lashed the "tyrant" beside him with his whip, then decisively gave the order: "Go, gather everyone, and immediately head towards the target location!"
"Yes, Master!"
After the corpse-covered man left the room, Wai Di muttered to himself with a bloodthirsty expression on his face.
"Hmph! This time, you won't be able to escape."
"I want you all... to die!"
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