After collecting enough knowledge and recording all the magic runes and some magic energy array conduction channels, Taylor got up and left the cabin, taking away a simple map from the cabin cabinet. Although he could not understand the text, he could still distinguish the basic route.

Before leaving, he released the two-headed vulture that he had packed up with a spider web. After feeding it a piece of rotten zombie meat, the two-headed vulture died on the spot. It seems that the zombies can stay here for so long because of the deadly poison they carry.

When he left the forest and walked onto the main road, all he saw were zombies staggering around the road, both men and women, old and young, women and children.

These zombies were staggering along the avenue, and no one knew how long they had maintained this posture. Surrounding them were some steel structures. Based on Taylor's analysis of the magic patterns and runes on them, these should be the means of transportation used by the people of this plane.

The appearance of Taylor injected new vitality into all the zombies on this road. The nearby wild beasts and even magical beasts were eaten by them. Controlled by the instinct in their brains, they finally encountered new living creatures.

“Uh uh uh~~~~”

“Roar…”

“Wuwuwuwu…”

After seeing Taylor, the zombies gradually moved in the same direction. They stared at the only living creature on the road with hungry and greedy eyes. Gradually, a small tide of zombies formed. All kinds of strange sounds came from the tide. The only thing that remained unchanged was the greed and bloodthirstiness in the roars.

"Ah~~~~ I underestimated you. You are a group of people who are dominated by instinct."

Looking at the zombies rushing towards him, Taylor felt a little unhappy that he was actually regarded as food by these moving corpses and dirty monsters.

The spiritual power in the spiritual space surged out, controlling the magic power in the body to begin to be released in sequence according to the witchcraft model. The improved fireball with higher heat and stronger explosive power blew up a large number of zombies. The gentle breeze in Taylor's hand now turned into the scythe of the god of death, turning into one sharp blade after another.

Behind him, clusters of black fog spread outward, dyeing his surroundings a light black. The zombies' keen hearing and sense of smell lost their effect in the black fog. Their mental defenses were so weak that they were almost non-existent, and they were immediately disturbed by the mental chaos attached to the black fog. They began to devour each other and kill each other.

Taylor is now controlling the strong wind, flames and black fog, just like a devil crawling out of hell. The fire element constantly condenses into fireballs at his fingertips and is thrown out by him at will, just like throwing a high-explosive grenade to blow up the zombies.

The crescent wind blades with a diameter of about one and a half meters were harvesting the heads of zombies like harvesters. These crescent wind blades constantly left clean and tidy "straight lines" in the zombie group, making this seemingly massacre full of a unique beauty.

For the cautious Taylor, his own safety is also a point that cannot be ignored. The spider eye hanging on his chest glowed, and spider silk gathered in front of him to form a buffer zone. The flame shield directly covered his head to form an eggshell-shaped light red dome.

Perhaps because this road is close to the mountains and there are relatively few people, in about half an hour, all the zombies gathered on this road were killed by Taylor and turned into charred remains or broken bodies.

It seems that humans in this world are almost doomed. Zombies have appeared on the transportation roads connecting the gathering places. I am afraid that the cities will not be spared.

What on earth has happened in this world? Is it specifically targeting humans? After all, along the way, whether it is wild beasts or demon beasts, there has been no change...

Taylor was thinking while looking for a usable means of transportation. A breeze lingered around him, turning into ropes that rolled out hexagonal transparent crystals from the remains of the zombies and put them into the bottle.

Taylor has not yet discovered the use of these regular transparent crystals, but he feels that since they are physical crystals containing vitality and spiritual power, they may have the effect of enhancing the physical fitness and spiritual reserves of apprentices like him, but careful identification and experimentation are still required.

This single-person vehicle also embodies the characteristics of this plane. It is also driven by magic elements, with built-in magic runes and magic circles as its motive force. However, operating the text of this world on the dashboard made Taylor a little embarrassed. After pressing all the buttons and operating them for a while, Taylor finally became familiar with how to drive this "motorcycle".

As long as they follow this road, they will definitely find a larger gathering place, similar to a town or even a city. Taylor rode his motorcycle, and the scenery on both sides flew past him. Only when he occasionally encountered a wandering zombie, Taylor would slow down, send out a wind blade, cut off the zombie's head, and take out the crystal, all in one step.

By the time he reached the nearest city along the road, the glass bottle he had brought with him was half full.

This was a town that didn't look very big. All Taylor could see were the roaring zombies that were moving slowly forward and the black crows flying in the sky. The whole town was dead silent.

After getting off the motorcycle, Taylor walked into the town. After killing a few zombies blocking his way, Taylor walked towards the center of the town.

He walked past clothing stores, baby stores, some restaurants, diners, shops, etc. Looking at the dazzling array of goods and the magic runes and magic circles that were still in operation, he couldn't help but feel regretful for the development of such a rich civilization.

After leaving the neighborhood, leaving behind zombie remains all over the ground, Taylor came to the center of the city and saw a fat zombie with a bloated and huge body rooted in a pile of flesh and blood.

It looked like it weighed several tons at least, and was five meters tall. Its skin had been burst and festered, emitting a foul odor. It looked quite tough to deal with. Judging by perception, its magic fluctuations were about as strong as those of four one-eyed spiders.

It's not a big problem and can be dealt with.

The fat zombie stopped eating, threw the flesh and blood in his hand aside, turned around and stared at Taylor who was standing at the street entrance in front with lifeless eyes.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

As if seeing the most delicious food in the world, the fat zombie used his hands and feet and rushed towards Taylor in a nearly crawling manner.

Taylor waved his hand and several crescent wind blades flew straight towards the fat zombie's head. The zombie raised his arms full of rotten flesh and fat to stop them. Just as he was about to continue charging forward, his feet were entangled by large pieces of spider silk.

The zombie roared angrily and was about to tear off the spider silk wrapped around his feet, but when he lowered his head, a fireball exploded in the face.

The extremely high temperature roasted the zombie's face into charcoal. The zombie waved its thick palms towards Taylor. A gust of wind blew up under Taylor's feet. He dodged sideways and turned around to summon a few crescent wind blades again, cutting off a few pieces of rotten flesh from the fat and skinny body.

Taylor wandered around the fat zombie, using spider silk to restrain the zombie's movements, making it unable to move, and continuously consumed it with fireballs and wind blades, trying to directly blow up the zombie's head.

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(End of this chapter)