The eastern sky had already turned a pale white, and the first ray of dawn sunlight sprinkled onto the ruins of Jinzhou City, casting a golden glow.
However, the city's beauty had long been completely obscured by the Zombie invasion. The air was filled with hard-to-dissipate smells of gunpowder, blood, and decay. The low growls of Zombies rose and fell, as if the entire city was echoing the melody of death.
"A Ling, as your master, I need to remind you that a clear self-awareness is very important."
In the morning light, Mu Bei's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, calm and composed.
He stood on the top floor of the abandoned building, looking down at the dense horde of Zombies below.
A Ling was hidden among the Zombie horde, her eyes flashing with cold light. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, her inner rage almost bursting forth.
A Zombie, controlled by A Ling, let out a low sound:
"You are not my master. No one can be my master, no one can."
Mu Bei looked towards the source of the sound. It was a Zombie that had only recently turned. Its vocal cords and other vocal organs were still fresh, providing the basis for communication with Mu Bei.
That Zombie continued:
"However, if You agree to treat me as an equal and respect my opinions, it's not impossible for me to reluctantly cooperate with You..."
"Pfft haha—"
Hearing this, Mu Bei couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Equality?
Respect?
And reluctantly cooperate?
Just a permanent summon, dreaming?
"What are You laughing at?" A Ling's mouthpiece Zombie asked.
Mu Bei's laughter was quite loud. A Ling heard it clearly and immediately felt a sense of not being respected by Mu Bei.
It had to be said, its feeling was very accurate.
Mu Bei did not answer A Ling's question, but said calmly:
"I can understand You. From your perspective, having killed all night, my condition must be very poor right now. This moment is your best time to strike, right?"
After hearing Mu Bei's answer, A Ling thought Mu Bei was showing weakness towards it, so it controlled its mouthpiece Zombie and said:
"So, You agreed?" It clearly misunderstood Mu Bei's meaning.
Mu Bei calmly stepped forward, his steps steady, as if he was taking a walk. He even reached out to pat the heads of a few Zombies.
Seeing so many dense World Power standing around him, Mu Bei was very happy.
"Actually, I'm quite grateful to You for having so many Zombies surround me. This has increased my efficiency and saved me the trouble of finding them."
Mu Bei still did not answer A Ling's question, but gave an answer that sounded somewhat irrelevant. His tone revealed calm confidence as he replied.
Mu Bei's answer made A Ling feel very uncomfortable, giving it the feeling that the situation was not actually under its control.
The Zombie spoke again, roaring angrily:
"Stop talking nonsense! My conditions, do You agree?"
Agree?
Agree to my ass.
Mu Bei could have played along with A Ling to buy some time and rest for a while, but he didn't.
There was still so much World Power waiting for him to harvest, Mu Bei was already impatient.
Mu Bei smiled calmly, a hint of cold mockery in his eyes:
"To express my gratitude to You, I will make You spend the rest of your life constantly regretting why You didn't kill yourself in time."
"You brought this upon yourself!"
As soon as the words fell, A Ling's Lord's Aura activated, and the Zombie horde immediately became restless and launched an attack on Mu Bei.
Mu Bei took out two military knives of near-blue quality from his storage space, holding one in each hand, and gazed at the shoulder-to-shoulder Zombie horde before him, as if admiring an upcoming feast of slaughter.
As the sun gradually rose, the sky gradually brightened. The clear blue sky reflected the devastated Jinzhou City and the layers upon layers of corpses covering the ground.
Mu Bei rampaged through the Zombie horde like a tank, every step treading on Zombie corpses. The twin blades in his hands flashed with cold light, like the scythe of death, each swing taking the lives of several Zombies.
His movements were like flowing clouds and water. Amidst the flashing blades and swords, Zombies fell one after another, their bodies piling up like mountains.
But the number of Zombies seemed endless, constantly surging towards Mu Bei. They roared, pouncing on Mu Bei, trying to tear his body apart.
Mu Bei's twin blades flew up and down, trying to ensure every strike accurately hit the Zombies' vital points, severing their necks. Foul-smelling blood splattered like fountains, staining his face red.
Mu Bei's eyes were cold and focused, like a killing machine without emotions.
time flew by in the fierce battle, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky. The hot sunlight shone on Mu Bei's body. His forehead was covered in sweat, which flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, quickly evaporating into white mist.
After several hours of high-intensity fighting, Mu Bei felt his stamina gradually starting to fail. The number of Zombies still gave Mu Bei a feeling of being endless.
If this continued, Mu Bei's stamina would be exhausted before he killed all the Zombies.
A Ling's Lord's Aura was quite effective.
Originally, when Mu Bei killed low-level Zombies, the stamina consumed was less than the stamina he naturally recovered.
However, under the amplification of A Ling's Lord's Aura, when Mu Bei killed these Zombies again, the stamina consumed had already surpassed the stamina he naturally recovered.
Although the surpass was not by much, with such a large number of Zombies, Mu Bei's stamina was consumed much faster than he had estimated before the fight began.
Furthermore, because Mu Bei had not eaten for a long time, the stamina he naturally recovered per unit time had started to gradually decrease.
"I need to replenish energy during the battle, but the question is how?"
While swinging the twin blades in his hands, which he had used until they were no longer sharp, Mu Bei's mind raced, thinking quickly.
There were still some compressed biscuits in his storage space that could be used to replenish energy, but these Zombies wouldn't give him a chance to stop and eat properly.
Moreover, Mu Bei's hands needed to hold weapons at all times to kill the attacking Zombies, leaving no hand free to assist in eating.
More importantly, besides food, water was also a problem, and a bigger one at that.
"What to do..."
Mu Bei gritted his teeth, thinking about countermeasures.
Just then, a Zombie wearing a vest entered his sight, opening its bloody maw and pouncing at him.
Looking at the large mouth coming towards him, Mu Bei had a flash of inspiration.
"That's right! Besides the food in my storage space, I can also eat these Zombies!"
Zombies can eat human flesh, so humans can naturally eat Zombie flesh. There's nothing wrong with that.
The theory is valid, the practice begins.
After Mu Bei chopped off the head of the vest Zombie with one strike, he took a bite of the deltoid and trapezius muscles on the shoulder of the headless corpse.
The powerful bite force brought by the 64.5 Strength attribute allowed Mu Bei to easily tear off a large piece of flesh from the corpse.
While chewing on this piece of meat, Mu Bei couldn't help but frown, his facial expression becoming somewhat distorted for a moment.
The taste of Zombie flesh was extremely disgusting. The putrid smell filled his mouth, as if countless dead flies were buzzing inside.
The meat was tough and had an indescribable rotten taste. Chewing it was as difficult as chewing rubber, and every bite required immense willpower.
He forced himself to endure the churning in his stomach and the feeling of nausea, tearing off the piece of meat and swallowing it.
He felt his stomach protesting strongly, but he had no choice.
If an ordinary person dared to eat raw Zombie flesh, even if they were incredibly lucky not to be infected by the virus and turn into a Zombie, they would suffer severe diarrhea, to the point of dehydration.
But Mu Bei was not an ordinary person.
With the secretion of gastric acid, the Zombie flesh in his digestive tract was quickly digested. The harmful substances and viruses in the meat were easily suppressed by Mu Bei's powerful immune system.
The nutrients in the Zombie flesh were quickly broken down and absorbed, entering the bloodstream through the stomach wall, providing Mu Bei with much-needed energy.
This was the power of the high 64.5 Constitution attribute. The digestive and absorption capabilities were truly astonishing.
Not long after Mu Bei swallowed the Zombie flesh, he felt his slightly insufficient stamina slowly begin to recover.
Another 10 minutes passed, and Mu Bei's body still showed no obvious discomfort. He was secretly delighted.
"Nice!"
Mu Bei thought to himself, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Practice proved that eating Zombie flesh was no problem for him!
This undoubtedly provided a strong guarantee for his endurance problem in the long battle ahead.
Although Zombie flesh was hard to swallow, Mu Bei knew that this method would allow him to maintain enough energy during continuous combat.
He quickly adjusted his mindset, continued to swing his twin blades, and locked his gaze onto the next target.
Whenever he chopped off a Zombie's head, if there was an opportunity, he would bite off a piece of meat and then force himself to swallow it despite the nausea.
Although the feeling was hard to describe, the putrid meat slid on his tongue, carrying a fishy smell and a bitter taste of decay.
Although every meal was like undergoing mental torture, Mu Bei gritted his teeth and persevered.
His movements for eating Zombie flesh gradually became more skilled. Each chew and swallow brought about the recovery of stamina.
The number of Zombies seemed endless. For every one killed, more Zombies surged forward.
Mu Bei's twin blades were already blunt, and he had to change weapons.
Now, in his hands was a sharp two-handed axe.
Mu Bei continued to frantically attack the Zombies. The axe spun like a whirlwind in his hands, hacking out flashes of cold light. With every swing of the axe, several Zombies' lives were taken.
...
Dusk gradually arrived.
The number of Zombies was no longer as endless as it had been in the past few hours.
At this moment, Mu Bei was still holding that two-handed axe.
However, after hacking through nearly a thousand Zombies, its sharpness had clearly decreased significantly.
But relying on his extremely high Strength attribute, Mu Bei could still take down an elite Zombie with a single axe swing.
Mu Bei was already too lazy to count how many Zombies he had killed today. Since the kill count reached 10000, he no longer cared about these numbers.
When he was tired, he would grab a Zombie and take a few bites. When he was thirsty...
Uh, Zombie blood actually shouldn't be drunk casually.
Because blood contains a high concentration of salt, excessive intake can lead to blood osmotic pressure imbalance, causing dehydration and worsening the feeling of thirst.
Therefore, when Mu Bei was thirsty, he could only jump into the river within Jinzhou City, where a layer of corpses floated on the surface, and take the opportunity to drink a few mouthfuls of dirty water.
Although rotten corpses floated in the river water, emitting waves of foul odor, this was his only option.
Having a high Constitution attribute was powerful. Otherwise, Mu Bei would have long since turned into a diarrhea warrior, starting to have severe diarrhea to the point of serious dehydration.
...
In the evening.
The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled onto the battlefield, staining the entire scene with an eerie color.
Mu Bei was still fighting hard. Although the density and number of Zombies had significantly decreased, they were still surging in continuously.
A Ling's Lord's Aura had become intermittent. Clearly, it could not sustain this aura-type skill for a long time.
Although Mu Bei's condition wasn't great, his muscles were starting to ache. However, with occasional energy replenishment, he was actually doing fine.
However, the combat power of the Zombie horde had greatly declined. Compared to during the day, without the aura, they now posed almost no threat to Mu Bei.
Supported by the Zombie flesh, Mu Bei's natural stamina recovery speed once again surpassed the speed at which stamina was consumed by killing Zombies.
Every swing of Mu Bei's axe was clearing away the Zombies who were unable to resist. The axe split open their heads, and blood gushed out. The equipment he was wearing had long since become unrecognizable.
It was covered in Mu Bei's sweat, blood, sewage from the river, various bodily fluids from the Zombies, various pieces of flesh, organ fragments, and some bone shards.
For him, the remaining battle was like slicing vegetables. Everything became mechanical and boring again.
...
The sun set and the moon rose.
The sky was once again covered by the night sky, and starlight faintly appeared.
At this moment, only two creatures were still standing within Jinzhou City: one was the blood-stained Mu Bei, and the other was the terrified A Ling.
Mu Bei stood in the center of a battlefield piled with corpses. His clothes were already tattered and stained with blood. Sweat and blood mixed with dirt, staining his face until it was almost unrecognizable.
His breathing was slightly hurried, and his shoulders twitched slightly, but his cold eyes were still sharp, emitting a chilling killing intent.
Although he looked covered in wounds and in a terrible state, these injuries were actually just flesh wounds and were not enough to affect his combat power at all.
"Do You know? Zombie flesh is much harder to eat than I imagined."
Mu Bei's voice sounded in the silent air, carrying a hint of mockery and weariness.
He slowly walked towards A Ling, each step treading on the bodies of Zombies, as if announcing the arrival of victory.
A Ling stood rooted to the spot, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear and despair, even though her current state looked much better than Mu Bei's.
It tried hard to appear calm, but the fear it couldn't hide in its eyes revealed its inner turmoil.
A Ling forced itself to straighten its back, trying to comfort itself:
Mu Bei was already at the end of his rope, while its own condition was still very good, so it wasn't necessarily unable to fight.
"Originally, I didn't have to eat this stuff, but because of your betrayal, to recover my stamina, I had to eat this disgusting thing."
At this moment, Mu Bei, who had been eating Zombie flesh all day, was already so disgusted that his face was expressionless.
A Ling's heart pounded like a drum, its lips trembled slightly, and it said with feigned bravery:
"Don't get too cocky. You are already at the end of your rope. I don't believe You can keep going."
Mu Bei didn't say anything, but slowly raised his axe. Zombie blood was dripping from the axe, which had been chipped from hacking, and it glinted with cold light.
