Chapter 1538: White Death God

How could there be so many monsters!

What on earth happened!!

In midair, a third-level squad from the North American War Zone that had gone out to hunt mutants desperately flew back to the Safe Zone.

Everyone looked terrified, gazing at the distant, mighty army of mutants.

Fortune or misfortune.

They ran into each other when they went out.

The aura of over a hundred third-level beings washed over them, instantly scaring them out of their wits.

Especially one that was three or four hundred meters in size, floating in midair, seemingly a fourth-level giant snake, making them think a natural disaster had erupted.

Fortunately, this monster army seemed uninterested in the humans along the way.

After they fled, it didn't turn back to chase them.

Having survived, they were even more shocked to see in the war zone channel reports of huge numbers of mutant armies emerging.

Clearly, it wasn't just them who encountered this; across the entire North American continent, everywhere were these monster armies that could be called moving natural disasters.

These monsters were all moving rapidly in one direction.

"Thank goodness we left… God… if they came after us, we'd all die!"

"Did you see that? Someone said near Houston they even saw what looked like a fourth-level fighting!"

"Houston, that's not our nearby war zone?!"

Still shaken, unable to comprehend.

The third-level leader at the front, disregarding his own identity, trembled uncontrollably.

If even a tenth of these monsters fixed on them, the safe zone he prided himself on and his own strength would be nothing but a joke before this power, easily crushed.

The stronger one is, the more one feels one's insignificance.

"Leader, I always feel something big must have happened."

"But luckily, we're not the target of these monster hordes… we have nothing to do with them…"

The squad members looked at the frightened leader; though they felt odd, they thought his usual calm was just an act.

But they could also understand—they were afraid too.

Just as he was about to calm his emotions, the next second he froze as if he'd seen something utterly terrifying.

At the same moment, the leader who kept questioning higher-ups about what big thing had happened realized something was wrong.

He instinctively raised his head, wondering why his subordinates had suddenly gone silent.

Following their gazes, he stiffened outright.

In the distance, a zombie tide like a tsunami surged out of the city clusters, just as a gigantic wave rolling up and down rushed forth.

Dense and uncountable mutants of all levels roared within the zombie tide, and streaks of red ripples actually amplified the tide's speed to an unimaginable degree.

The zombie tide erupted.

Driven by large numbers of special mutants, the speed of zombies normally around zero level was boosted to about first level.

This was originally a backup left by the refugees; now it all exploded.

Perhaps a one‑level difference among individuals isn't much.

But quantitative change brings qualitative change.

Without a doubt, any safe zone in North America will be destroyed before this zombie tide.

The endless zombie tide surges; any defense will crumble like a broken dam in an instant.

They can't even kill them all.

"Run!! Run!!"

'Hurry back and tell everyone to flee!!'

In extreme shock, the middle‑aged Safe Zone Leader still had a sense of duty; realizing instantly that this was a force they couldn't block, he subconsciously wanted to evacuate the survivors.

It's not that it's unrelated to them—it's that the disaster has just begun!

Just…

He couldn't help but look back at the safe zone he had painstakingly built.

With the zombie tide able to flood here in half an hour, or rather, with the mass mutant enhancement, their escape time might be only ten‑odd minutes.

Can they make it?!

Before despair could rise in his heart, a subordinate nearby sent another message that made him even more desperate.

"Leader! The safe zone near us is calling for help! The zombies in their nearby city clusters have also rioted!"

"They want to retreat to us!!"

"Retreat to them?! The north also has a zombie tide?!"

Gulping, the man stared stiffly north, then at his own direction.

At this moment, he desperately realized it seemed like zombie tides were breaking out on all sides.

No, perhaps the whole North American continent is in trouble!

They have nowhere to run!

"What the hell is going on?! Who can come save us?!"

"Does anyone know which direction we can evacuate?! We're the Steel City, and we've had zombie tides erupt in both front and rear!"

"We have it here too!"

"The Furious Sea Alliance has it too! We're surrounded on three sides! Even behind us there's a mutant army!"

"God! Is North America going to be destroyed?! Why are the zombie tides rioting all together?!"

From the valley where the assault combat troops passed through, Lin An calmly watched Anduyin display the war zone information.

He could see that Anduyin was very nervous, nervous to the point of a deathly pale face, unable to help but frequently glance at the weapons and equipment being continuously deployed around them.

If Lin An weren't right before his eyes, if Lin An's brought power weren't beyond his imagination, he would surely think this was the eve of humanity's extinction.

Just from the information currently seen, the number of zombie outbreaks in all regions of North America has already surpassed the seven-hundred-million mark.

And this number is still increasing wildly.

Looking from the satellite map, with their valley as the center, endless zombie hordes and mutant armies are surrounding them from all directions.

Moreover, the human safe zones and gathering places scattered along the way, in the face of this unprecedented zombie tide, are like isolated islands in a tsunami, about to be swallowed at any moment.

A large number of survivors are desperately calling for help; the entire North American war zone seems to have fallen into immense despair.

People don't know why the zombie tide arose, nor why so many third- and fourth-rank mutants have appeared.

They only know that these monsters are all attacking one place.

But even if they are not the target, they will still be completely devoured in the face of this unimaginable disaster, not even leaving scraps.

"Ling.. Ling An sir.. what should we do?!"

"Wait for these monsters to come kill us?"

He swallowed dry saliva.

Anduyin, who had been a factory child slave just a week ago, never imagined he would one day be drawn into this kind of war.

He only felt that everything seemed like a dream, as if he were participating in a legend, in a mythic history.

Divine descent, divine war, a super-war exceeding the hundred-million level..

This is truly too crazy, making one feel utterly insignificant.

Watching Anduyin display the war zone communications, watching the distress messages continuously scrolling on it, Lin An remained calm.

Just as he had judged.

In the face of these refugees unwilling to lose too many fourth-rank fighters, they indeed chose to consume him with the zombie tide, even simply thinking that relying on the zombie tide and mutant army could kill him.

Moreover, the refugees were somewhat clever, also knowing to let third-rank units and the zombie tide surround him simultaneously, preventing him from dealing with them one by one.

But..

It was meaningless.

He even wanted to thank the other side.

"Why wait?"

"No, Anduyin."

"Did you see these distress calls? I said I would let the sins on this land receive punishment."

A few seconds later, as if confirming something.

Lin An smiled slightly, slowly closing his eyes.

Only seen as he quickly linked his mental power to Zhuanxu, a long-awaited command was instantly issued.

"Release the spirit-energy nuclear bomb."

"Blast them to death."

Above the North American continent, on the silent near-Earth orbit.

The already-prepared spirit-energy fighter jets, like mechanical grim reapers, silently dispersed.