In the darkness of the night, under the moonlight, white figures swayed and appeared around the herd, gradually approaching.
The adult bighorn cattle mooed, trying to scare off the approaching invaders and remind their own tribesmen that enemies were coming. As the skeletons of the undead approached, the cattle's eyes widened and became more and more alert. The old bighorn cattle and calves in the inner circle stood up and paced uneasily.
The undead didn't take the warning sound from the bighorn bull seriously at all. They were hunters and would not give up their prey just because of a few grunts from the other party. Not to mention the mooing of the bighorn bull, even if it was the howl of a wolf, they would still do what they had to do and would not be shaken.
The ever-approaching undead brought tremendous pressure to the bighorn bulls. They were affected by the unusualness of these guys in front of them. It was the instinct of the beast, the fear, and the oppression brought by death. If given the chance, the bighorn bulls did not want to face these invaders.
Under pressure, the bighorn bulls on the periphery gradually had a layer of bloodshot in their black eyes. They lowered their heads, and pointed their sharp, curved spiral horns at the enemy. Their hooves kept kicking the ground, making a clattering sound, and dust rose under their hooves, which was a signal to prepare for an attack.
Ouch——
An undead holding a bone knife stopped, and the soul fire in his skull surged, as if gasoline was thrown into a fire. The instantly surging soul fire almost covered the entire skull. He opened his jaw and let out a soul roar at the bison herd opposite. There was no sound, but it was trembling.
Following the roar of this undead, the other undead also stopped, their soul fire surged, and they roared.
The roar of the soul is not a real sound and cannot be heard under normal circumstances. However, when groups of undead roar at the same time, special sound waves will be formed, which will directly impact the soul, causing it to tremble, making living beings fearful and feel that death is approaching. This is a unique method of the undead.
Compared to dealing with highly intelligent creatures, soul shock is more effective against low-intelligence creatures like wild beasts. Wild beasts fight based on intuition. Under the pressure of fear and death brought by soul shock, their intuition will tell them not to move, never move, and their bodies will become stiff.
Sure enough, after the undead roared, the adult bighorn bulls in the outer layer trembled, their bodies stiffened, and their hooves that kept digging the ground stopped. The blood color in their eyes dissipated a lot, and a hint of fear appeared. If the adult bighorn bulls were like this, one could imagine how the old bighorn bulls and calves in the inner layer were feeling, their eyes were all dull.
Taking advantage of this moment when the bighorn bull was shocked, the undead launched an attack. Some of them were holding bone knives, while I was holding a spear and a scimitar, and we rushed forward in a hurry.
There were no shouts or screams, only the crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other, but it seemed even more terrifying at night.
As the most basic low-level undead, their movement speed was not fast and they were somewhat stiff. Even ordinary people could outrun them, let alone the bighorn bull. However, the bighorn bull had just been frightened by the roar of the soul and was in a state of panic at this time, and had not adjusted itself at all.
When the adult bighorn bull saw the undead coming to kill him, the first thing he thought of was not to fight, but to run!
Run, run as fast as you can!
You will die!
If you stay you will die!
That's not something we can contend with!
The aftereffects of the soul's roar caused a sense of fear. That sense of fear made the adult bighorn bull, which was originally full of strength, shrink its hands and tails. It did not dare to attack the undead at all. It turned around and fled, not even caring about the old bighorn bull and the calf.
They didn't dare to look back, as if they would die if they looked, as if there was a natural enemy, a predator, chasing them from behind, leaving them in a panic.
The old bighorn bulls recovered one step ahead of them. Although they were old and frail, they had lived longer than the young ones after all. However, the undead were already in front of them, and they could only fight back reluctantly.
The calves mooed in fear, trying to find an adult bighorn bull to shelter them, but they found that the adult bighorn bull that usually protected them had already run away with a trail of dust, ignoring them completely.
The undead were not in a hurry to chase the adult bighorn bulls. They intercepted them casually and ignored them. Instead, they rushed towards the old bighorn bulls and calves that were left behind. These were their real targets.
The old big-horned bull used its sharp horns to fight against the undead. Whenever an undead approached the calf, it would rush forward and knock the undead away or smash it to pieces. However, soon the undead would get up again, gather together, and charge forward again unharmed.
Bone knives and spears pierced into the bodies of the bighorn bulls, and blood kept flowing, dyeing the ground red. The old and frail bighorn bulls wanted to protect their calves, but their physical strength no longer allowed them to do so. Their strength kept disappearing, and the bighorn bulls fell to the ground, mooing sadly.
The old bighorn bulls were the last guardians. When they fell, their immature calves became food for the undead and were quickly slaughtered and transported back to the mobile fortress.
There is no mercy, no compassion, only ruthless killing. For Li Ziyu and the undead, these big-horned bulls are resources and necessities for their development.
All mercy is charity from the strong to the weak. When it comes to the choice between becoming strong himself or sparing the life of the weak, Li Ziyu will choose the former without hesitation.
Inside the mobile fortress, large horned cattle were being sent over, but Li Ziyu didn't have time to check. He pointed forward and ordered, "Full speed, continue the pursuit!"
He didn't want to let those adult bighorn bulls go just like that. Who knew if he could hunt other prey tonight? Instead of searching aimlessly, it would be better to chase those bighorn bulls.
The undead carried the corpses back to the fortress and reintegrated into it. The speed of the mobile fortress began to increase, the skeleton engine started, and soul energy was injected into it. The hideous alien skull opened its mouth, as if spewing blue flames, and the horsepower was sufficient to push the mobile fortress forward.
The speed of the bighorn bull is about 40-50 kilometers per hour, which is about the same as the current speed of the mobile fortress. However, the bighorn bull is a living animal after all, and it is impossible for it to run endlessly. On the contrary, the mobile fortress can continue to move as long as it has enough soul energy.
For every 10 kilometers of acceleration the skeleton engine brings, 1 point of soul energy is consumed per minute. Now it can speed up the mobile fortress by 20 kilometers, which consumes 2 points of soul energy per minute. Li Ziyu is also looking forward to catching up with the bighorn bull as soon as possible and consuming less soul energy.
The panicked bighorn bull did not hide at all while running, leaving a long trail of smoke and dust on the wilderness. The mobile fortress followed the trail of smoke and dust, closely following the bighorn bull without letting up at all.
Rushing into the smoke and dust, the undead no longer needed to hide. The blue flames dotted around like monsters, and from time to time they would let out excited soul roars.
Standing at the window, Li Ziyu stared hard at the front. Although he couldn't see anything clearly due to the obstruction of dust, he believed that the perception of the undead was correct.
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