"Coo coo!"
The horned beetle cried out to the sky, its cry like the beating of a war drum, signaling the start of an attack.
The first wave of the demonic invasion has begun!
"Blood...the delicious taste..."
"food……"
"There... there's the smell of meat, so much... Wahahahaha!"
On the relatively wide street, hundreds of zombies, shrouded in the night, charged toward the battle line defending the street with frantic steps.
The zombies are very fast, with almost the explosive power of an adult. When they lose their sense of pain and their instincts are awakened, they can unleash at least 300% of their destructive power.
"Wow..."
The first zombie to attack had most of its body rotting away. Beneath the sloughed-off skin lay filthy flesh and blood intertwined with veins, its entire body carrying the germs, curses, and ominousness of the demon realm. If an ordinary person were to be even slightly cut open, they would be infected by the demon realm's aura and become a companion of the zombie within minutes.
This is a highly contagious race, belonging to the necromancy faction, and they worship the plague god.
"Smack!"
The leading, powerful zombie slammed into a thick wall, its hardness shattering his skull. Blood-stained, yellowish-white brain matter spilled out, emitting a foul stench.
But the walker acted on instinct. The smell of blood and flesh emanating from the other side of the wall caused him to slam into it again, his head bleeding profusely, his claws tearing through the air, and he let out a sharp roar.
The allure of food surpasses all else.
"Bang bang bang!"
The next moment, the zombies from behind crashed into the wall, turning the zombies in front into a bloody mist like a sandwich, and continued to slam into the wall with undiminished momentum, scratching, biting, and roaring as the zombies tried to break through the city wall.
A horde of zombies has erupted, a frenzied dance of madness!
However, an eight-meter-high wall that ran across the street blocked their way. Three recruited mages stood on the five-meter-thick earthen wall, chanting magic incantations and casting a low-level spell, Earth Wall Spell.
Furthermore, three large, neatly cut pieces of pork were placed on the earthen wall, their rich, bloody aroma attracting the horde of roaring zombies to serve as bait.
On both sides of the streets ravaged by the walkers, on the rooftops of ordinary residents' homes, dozens of professionals, armed with crossbows, aimed at the rioting walkers and stood ready for battle.
The main entrance to the residence was sealed off, and the residents were evacuated to the security perimeter by professionals on balconies, rooftops, and other high-rise buildings, where they were considered safe.
"boom!"
The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and the clouds, tinged yellow by the strange phenomenon, trembled incessantly.
The chilling night, tinged with inexplicable fear, brought together a host of families who set aside their past grievances and formed an alliance.
"Wait, let them consume it on their own first!"
Just as the ambushing professionals were releasing their arrows, an executive officer who oversaw the street raised his hand. After the group of zombies had been nearly exhausted and the pile of skeletal corpses at the foot of the city wall had reached a height of six meters, he lowered his eyes. A strong zombie on the steps of its companion suddenly leaped up and climbed to the top of the wall, revealing its rotting face. It roared and howled at him, as if excited to be near its prey.
But the next moment, a black shoe sole loomed large in front of my eyes...
"Bang!"
With a burst of magical energy, he stomped down heavily, crushing the zombie's head.
"attack!"
At the same time, the executor lowered his raised hand, and with the help of magical artifacts, roaring flames surged forth from the windowsills, balconies, and rooftops on both sides of the street.
The rioting zombies gathered into a blood-black tide, their festering eyeballs reflecting a stunning firelight that bloomed in the void!
"boom!"
"boom!!"
The fireball exploded amidst the dense mass of zombies, flashing with flames as severed limbs and torsos were flung everywhere. Immediately afterward, the first wave of zombies that had just climbed the wall fell down and were engulfed in the sea of fire.
A single fireball can have the power of a grenade; a dozen fireballs fired at once can cause unimaginable damage within a dense area.
"Release the arrows!"
Hanmo stared at the zombies engulfed in flames and shouted coldly.
Instantly, crossbow bolts pierced the air, accurately shooting down the tenacious zombies!
The zombie, engulfed in flames, looked even more grotesque, but under the arrows, its head was blown off and its burning body fell down, finally ending its filthy and chaotic life as the sea of fire spread.
The walking dead, as the name suggests, are corpses that act entirely on instinct. They are the dead, so what do they have to fear about death?
The resources were extremely abundant thanks to the contributions of various families (which were converted into military merits). Even when distributed to the lower-level professionals, there was still a slight surplus. However, the demon invasion was a long and arduous battle. Throughout history, no matter how tenacious a city was, it eventually fell to the demon god's army, and there were very few exceptions.
Therefore, saving unnecessary resources is the wisest choice for visionaries.
"Huff!"
Flames leaped and the corpses perished.
With firelight reflecting in his eyes, Han Mo squinted as he watched a group of zombies fall in his carefully laid ambush. He raised his head and looked into the distance, but his heart remained undisturbed.
At the other end of the street lies the boundary between the eastern and western parts of the city, a dividing line once held by the gray forces of weasels and crocodiles.
Titan City is laid out in a complex and interconnected manner. Following the Violet Garden Conference, various families formed an alliance and a united front, using the South City Manor as their base to advance on the northwest, east, and west fronts!
With the outer boundary wall blocking the way and the demons invading from within, the Titan City leadership has adopted a strategy of consolidating its battle lines and concentrating all defensive forces to retake the city. So far, the results have been remarkable.
Currently, the demons have occupied nearly half of the territory, and the residents who were unable to evacuate in time have no choice but to become slaves and food for the demons.
The Abyss Demons, when they conquer a territory, generally enslave various races, but sometimes they kill them directly, turning them into meat to feed their demon army.
Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. Following this line of thinking, the upper echelons of the demon race, leading their subordinates, would raise their butcher knives on the slaves and kill them all without hesitation. They would keep as many edible ones as possible to satisfy their appetites, and find ways to utilize the inedible ones. For example, skeletons could summon the dead, souls could be made into magic potions, bodies could be cut into meat, or a large-scale sacrificial ceremony could be held to satisfy the interests of the demon gods.
"Seeing these little zombies dancing so seductively, I'd shoot them on the spot!"
"Brothers, fire! Fire! Shoot them to pieces!"
"I can shoot this far, can you?!"
A cheerful atmosphere suddenly filled the battlefield, which had been tense and solemn for the combatants.
As if in a competition, arrows were shot at the zombies in the sea of fire, seeing who could shoot the farthest.
Four crossbow bolts pinned the limbs of a zombie to the ground, leaving it to burn fiercely as flames engulfed its entire body.
On the balcony, a gnoll with his eyes slightly narrowed retracted his crossbow and smugly greeted the envious and admiring gazes of the crowd.
Such accurate archery; no wonder he's the captain of the gnolls.
This alone is enough to win over the little fox (whose love of archery was cultivated by Kossenburg).
P.S.: Haha, no more lag! Thoughts are flowing freely! Exploding! Exploding!
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