Normally, humanity appreciated stationary zombie hordes because they could lure small groups away, picking them off gradually. The horde’s numbers would dwindle, and the pressure on the humans would be minimal—they could drag it out as long as they needed. But here, things were different. Their primary goal was to lure the entire horde away to seize the weapons depot, not to endure relentless face-offs like this.They no longer had enough artillery shells to target the horde’s center and eliminate its core forces. This left the army with only one option: close-quarters combat. Asymmetric warfare remained asymmetric from beginning to end.Out of 100,000 zombies, they had managed to kill about 15,000 since morning, losing 31 soldiers in the process. Their ammunition reserves were running dangerously low. Meanwhile, the Soul Suppression emitted by the 100,000-strong zombie horde was both powerful and far-reaching, making prolonged resistance impossible. The weaker soldiers were already d

A skilled Marksman might fire 10 skill volleys and take down 40 zombies before exhausting their energy and needing assistance from a Healer. In contrast, a Melee Fighter could take down those same 40 zombies with only about 4 stamina points, moving at lightning speed. The truly skilled and experienced ones consumed even less. Melee Fighters contributed the most to the tally of 33,000 zombies slain from 7 a.m. to 1 p.m., fighting continuously without pause. Abel, usually well-regarded, found himself completely outclassed in this battle. What could he do? Fight Diego? Haha, in a one-on-one match, a Marksman typically stood no chance against a Melee Fighter. They were faster, more reactive, and could dodge attacks while closing the distance. Lightning balls or fire blades hurle

Three squad leaders were jointly responsible for the operation against the P2. Among them, Osiris reacted the fastest. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a burst of Vital Qi, targeting the F2-level 25 and enveloping both it and the unfortunate teammate who hadn’t yet managed to scatter.Osiris's third-tier +1 Vital Qi was a highly potent control skill. Against a horde of low-level zombies, it could draw dozens or even hundreds into its center, crushing them into a pulpy sphere. At this moment, both the F2-level 25 and the trapped teammate were caught in the skill’s zone of effect, pulled into the center of the Vital Qi field."Aaaaaaa!"The trapped teammate let out gut-wrenching screams, his body contorting impossibly under the crushing pressure of the Vital Qi. His bones shattered audibly, while the F2, leveraging its strength and agility, curled up to resist the compression. Yet its claws still lashed out with eerie precision, decapitating the screaming human beside it.To prevent the

Yet, the battle was far from over. Over 200 evolved zombies, though temporarily repelled, had survived the onslaught. They quickly regrouped and surged toward the frontline, determined to annihilate every human in their path.Jarred, in his Giant Power Transformation state, stood at Trench No. 5, continuously throwing punches. Each second, he unleashed dozens of air cannon strikes with over 60 power points per hit, turning the areas around Trenches 4, 5, and 6 into a chaotic battlefield.The invisible, wide-reaching air cannons wreaked havoc. Strength Types could shrug them off, but Speed Types were sent tumbling, their bodies dented and thrown several meters back. The attack was absurdly powerful.With Sonic Positioning aiding him, Jarred’s air cannon strikes became increasingly precise. Dozens of Speed Type zombies were locked onto as targets. A detailed map of the battlefield unfolded in his mind, rendering smoke and debris irrelevant. Even a fly daring to show itself would be blas

The Manipulation Type’s greatest strength wasn’t in its attacks but in its mastery of "manipulation." Born from within a zombie’s womb, it grew by drinking their blood, living among them from infancy to maturity. Its abilities were entirely reliant on other zombies, making its connection to the horde unparalleled. How could an outsider hope to defeat it in a battle of "instinct manipulation"?However, Big Black Dog was far from done—it hadn’t yet exhausted its stamina. After letting out a dissatisfied whimper, it tilted its head back and howled mournfully once more."Hooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwl..."The wild sound pierced the sky, spreading across the battlefield. Dozens of zombies standing within the crimson barrier sprouted fur and transformed into half-dogs, once again launching into frenzied attacks against their "enemies."Not only that, alongside Big Black Dog, another dog was summoned, then another, until there were three black dogs howling in unison. Their piercing cries caused the hu