Chapter 41 As the Zombie King, it makes sense for me to become the savior, right?
There is a zombie wandering near the door.
The woman in smart clothes bent down and slowly approached, just about to use her weapon to shoot the zombie in the head to prevent it from making a sound and attracting other zombies.
Just at this moment.
Not far away, a zombie who was quietly surrounded by a group of zombies suddenly made a sound.
"Hehe."
The zombie wandering at the door trembled, and immediately took a few steps back with stiff steps.
The woman paused and looked at the man next to her. They saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
The two men slowly straightened up, but still maintained a defensive posture and walked forward a little bit, always keeping a close eye on the zombie at the door.
The zombies at the door remained quiet.
After the two of them came to a position not far from the zombies, they spoke cautiously: "Can you... understand what I am saying?"
The zombies around were still quiet, except for the zombie that was surrounded, which tilted its head and made a humming sound, as if responding to their questions.
Both of their hearts skipped a beat.
The man swallowed and said, "Excuse me...can you escort us to Hope Base?"
After he finished speaking, he thought of something and added, "If it's okay, please nod three times."
After all, they really can't understand the language of zombies.
The next moment.
The zombie nodded slightly stiffly.
A pair of gray and dim eyes, filled with the coldness and emptiness that only the dead have. Looking at them for a long time may even give rise to an inexplicable fear.
The two of them slowly widened their eyes.
The zombies' bodies were stiff and clumsy, and it was impossible for them to nod by accident or coincidence.
Not to mention... the eyes of the zombie in front of me are gray.
The woman was the first to react. She tentatively said, "Well, we'll go pack our things now. After that, I'll ask you to escort us to the base. Please bear with us if there are any problems along the way. We will definitely do our best to cooperate with you."
The zombie tilted his head and nodded again.
The two were in disbelief and excitement, and hurried back upstairs to tell the other survivors what was happening downstairs.
No need to hesitate.
All the survivors chose to take a gamble. The reason was very simple. Being trapped here would just mean waiting to die. They were just ordinary people and it was not worth it for them to hope that the base would go to great lengths to deceive them.
soon.
They packed up their things and went downstairs. The zombies around them made way for them, and they walked forward nervously and anxiously...
The leading zombie roared and signaled them to follow.
They passed through the streets full of zombies. This was the first time they were not chased or bitten by zombies. They arrived at a supermarket smoothly and safely.
The glass and doors of the supermarket had long been smashed, and one could see the messy, empty shelves and a few scattered supplies inside.
They swallowed and bravely went in to search for supplies.
Then, the zombies took them to other supermarkets or convenience stores to collect enough food and water for at least three or four days, and then pointed at the car and let out a short roar.
The leading woman asked tentatively, "Do you want us to find a car?"
"roar."
After a brief contact, they found that this zombie was able to communicate in a simple way and could also control all the zombies around it.
After discussion, they decided to find a bigger car.
soon.
They drove away with the zombie.
Along the way, densely packed zombies were all walking in one direction. Each zombie seemed to be controlled by some force and completely ignored the humans around them.
They didn’t know whether this was a zombie wave or... was related to the Hope Base behind this zombie.
Until they saw more and more vehicles gathering.
After inquiring and communicating with other teams, they found that these teams were just like them. They first heard the texts and information on the radio and in the wind, and then mustered up the courage to come out of their homes or shelters.
I didn’t expect that everyone’s destination was the same.
There are more and more people.
As expected, the number of zombies increased. With so many people gathered together, they soon attracted some high-level zombies, who controlled the zombie tide and tried to attack the huge convoy.
The result is the next moment.
A ball of black mist came from nowhere, which made people feel creepy at first glance, as if it was coming from the deepest and darkest darkness.
They were terrified and didn't know where to escape.
But then, the black fog actually attacked these high-level zombies that obviously had ill intentions towards them, killing all the zombies along with them. Their bodies turned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of ash.
The densely packed zombies around lowered their heads respectfully, as if they regarded the existence behind that ball of energy as the highest being.
That moment.
Everyone vaguely realized something.
——Is it the Zombie King?
Only the Zombie King can command the zombie tide of nearly hundreds of thousands around him, and not a single zombie will lose control and attack humans.
It seems that only the Zombie King can control this strange black energy from a long distance and easily destroy high-level zombies and zombie tides.
That moment.
All human beings went from being terrified at first to gradually developing feelings of gratitude and awe.
Hope base.
From the beginning until now, this was just a carrot hanging on everyone's shoulders. Everyone was in desperation and had to choose this way of survival.
But now it's different.
Everyone began to be filled with hope and expectation for the Hope Base, wishing they could grow wings and reach their destination as soon as possible.
A large number of zombies came like a tide.
They still don't attack any humans, and occasionally some zombies will take the initiative to protect humans. They will ignore some minor frictions and quarrels between humans, but will stop others from harming the targets they are protecting.
Ordinary people and some of the elderly, disabled and sick could hardly believe it. They would wake up from time to time, and only when they saw the densely packed zombies around them would they feel a little sense of security.
Who would have thought that one day, they would no longer be afraid when seeing zombies, but would feel full of security.
Some psychics who were used to being high and mighty looked at the dense tide of zombies and the ordinary people surrounded by them with extremely ugly expressions.
If it were in the past.
Ordinary people would treat them like saviors just for food and shelter, humble and lowly.
They can even beat, scold or even kill people at will without having to pay any price for it.
But now?
All that sense of superiority is gone.
Those ordinary people had disgusting, hopeful smiles on their faces, and their eyes were no longer filled with numbness and despair, but with yearning and expectation for a new life.
They couldn't help but sneer, "Hope Base is just a scam. How could the real Zombie King stand on the side of humans?"
Under the protection of the zombies, ordinary people were not afraid of these superpowers at all. They could not bear to hear these spoiling and malicious words. They mustered up the courage to refute: "What do we have that is worthy of the Zombie King's covetousness? Even if it is fake, we have to go and take a look."
They would rather die there than place their hopes in the hands of these conscienceless psychics.
These psychics were immediately enraged and used their powers: "Are you looking for death?!"
Several flames flew out and exploded among the crowd.
Ordinary people never expected that these people with special abilities could be so unscrupulous. Their faces were filled with horror and fear, and they had no time to dodge.
Just when they thought they were going to die.
The strange black energy that had appeared before appeared again, engulfing the fire at an extremely fast speed and giving rise to the same fire that bounced back.
The psychics tried to dodge hastily, but their bodies and faces were still mostly burned by the fire, and they rolled on the ground wailing in pain.
The fire continued to spread to my body.
The water-based mutant was in so much pain that he quickly poured water on himself, thus avoiding being burned to death. He was in so much pain that his whole body was covered in cold sweat and he shivered as he backed away.
Others were not so lucky.
The flames burned every part of his body, causing him so much pain that he almost wished he wanted to die immediately. The ordinary people around him watched this scene with fear and relief.
Anyone can see it.
It was obvious that those psychics just now wanted to burn them to death. No one is so saintly as to sympathize with these people, but after all, they saw their own kind screaming with their own eyes, and they would instinctively feel fear and terror at this scene.
Just when these psychics thought they were going to die, the flames unexpectedly gradually died down, but they had already been severely burned, not to mention whether they could find a healing psychic to treat them.
Just the first step of carrying out emergency treatment to prevent the burns from worsening and becoming infected was enough to stump these psychics.
They had no choice but to take out their supplies and try to ask for help from ordinary people around them, hoping that someone could help them clean and bandage their wounds. It would be even better if there was a doctor or nurse.
Half an hour later.
Still no ordinary people stepped forward to help them.
The expressions of these psychics gradually became distorted, and they changed from the humble and begging look they had just shown. They directly scolded these people for not helping them, and if they died, they would be killed.
These people are the murderers.
The most seriously injured mutant among them cursed like a madman: "I hope the base won't accept survivors who have killed people. You will die just like us!"
The ordinary people who were almost burned to death by these psychics suddenly panicked and actually began to hesitate whether to go over to help.
Bai Yuan has been busy creating energy balls during this period.
Each energy group will deliberately stay in places with heavy traffic. On the one hand, it can absorb energy better, and on the other hand, it can be used as a medium at any time to deal with high-level zombies, etc.
Considering that many cities have fallen.
Bai Yuan slightly changed the energy balls, allowing them to split directly into two energy balls after absorbing enough emotions.
One stays, and the other energy ball continues to float until it absorbs enough energy again and continues to split.
In this way.
He can make many energy balls spread to various places at an extremely fast speed and save as many humans as possible.
Same.
When the energy ball was passively activated, Bai Yuan could instantly sense the situation here, and his expression couldn't help but turn cold.
Another person with special abilities who looks down on ordinary people.
Just like there are good and bad people among ordinary people, there are good and bad people among people with special powers. In some caravans, people with special powers will even help protect ordinary people, while some people with special powers will only kill their own kind.
Death is too easy for these evil people.
Bai Yuan likes to make these people feel pain, which can provide him with a lot of emotions and also allow these people to be punished.
The best of both worlds.
He watched these psychics screaming and wailing coldly, until they said that they hoped the base would not welcome these ordinary people who "watched people in danger without helping", their expressions twisted and full of malice.
Bai Yuan frowned and directly activated his energy, transforming himself into an image that appeared in the sky.
The sky seemed to darken.
All the zombies seemed to sense the king's arrival and lowered their heads, while all the people and psychics raised their heads in confusion and fear.
Someone couldn't help but asked in fear: "What happened?"
"Look—"
With exclamations, everyone saw - a figure that was a hundred meters tall, as if made up of phantoms. He had an overly pale face, thick black eyeliner and lips, which made this face, which should have been youthful, look exceptionally gloomy and terrifying.
He seems like a world-destroying villain who kills without blinking an eye.
Thick black fog rolled around, enveloping the young man.
That moment.
Even if everyone had never seen this young man, they all recognized who this figure was from the familiar black fog.
——He is the Zombie King.
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