Chapter 187: One Slash, Thousand Strikes

The field beneath the distant highway writhed in the scorching sun.

Dense, black-dot-like zombies, seen from afar, looked exactly like farmers mowing grass.

At the foot of the gray-white town's outer wall lay a camp encircled by simple sandbags, its olive-green tents joined together.

Lin An's gaze fell on the overturned guardrail; the number of zombies in the field was no less than ten thousand.

If it weren't for the distance, these zombies couldn't smell the blood and flesh; they would have already howled and charged over.

"Judgment Eye"

Pale blue mist rose, the stars flowing.

Lin An habitually activated detection, his mental power quickly scanning the surrounding information.

"Beep, detected zombies: 2796"

At long range, his mental power barely covered a corner of the field.

In a rough scan, no abnormality was detected.

"Lin An, the camp is built with its back to the town; why don't they go into the town?"

"There are ready-made buildings there; isn't that better than pitching tents outside?"

Wen Ya stood beside him, voicing her question with some doubt.

She wore a black combat uniform and a baseball cap.

Her short ponytail was simply tied up, she wore high-top combat boots, looking spirited and neat.

Her slender white waist was supple, her body exuding a fresh, pleasant shower gel scent.

Lin An heard the voice and slightly turned his head.

To be honest, Wen Ya's outfit still quite suited his taste.

"There must be something wrong in the town."

He likewise felt doubtful, not entirely sure of his judgment.

His gaze fixed on the town behind the camp.

The town is not big, but it's still much better than camping in the field.

Under normal circumstances, they should demolish part of the buildings, surround the town with cement, steel bars and sandbags, making it a safe stronghold.

Among the zombies before them, many wore military uniforms, waving their rifles like fire sticks; at a glance they were troops from some military region or armed forces department.

Given their training, they shouldn't have built the camp here.

Not only is it unsafe, but if breached, it would also be hard to escape by vehicle.

The scene before them didn't quite conform to common sense.

If there were some danger in the town, they shouldn't have stationed farther away from the town?

The distance maintained between the camp and the town feels somewhat subtle, somewhat unnecessary.

After a moment's thought, Lin An gave up investigating.

Too little information; let's go over and see.

At his command.

"Everyone follow behind me, stay alert."

"Received!"

The group cautiously followed behind Lin An, approaching the camp in a triangular formation.

After jumping off the highway into the field, Lin An casually surveyed the battle traces.

The ground had no artillery crater; armored and military vehicles were only a few scattered ones.

Moreover, they were parked above the camp, on the town's outskirts.

The sandbags piled up to about three meters, with signs in the southeast directions of being forced open by brute force.

The north side outer wall of the town was damaged; it looked like mutants had appeared at three locations.

From the breach, the mutants' physique resembled a tank.

But the southeast directions cannot be judged.

All we can say is that Lin An noticed an obvious trench before the camp; mutants attacking from here should have longer, sharper forelimbs.

One can imagine that when the assaulting monster dragged its forelimbs forward, it gouged the ground.

Lickers?

Cannot be certain.

The only thing he could be certain of was.

It seems this camp likely had no heavy weapons, but plenty of ammunition.

Lin An noticed that the rifles held by the nearby soldier-zombies were in an un-safetied state, indicating they had suffered a sudden attack.

There were many boxes of ammunition inside the camp, indicating the garrison hadn't been there long.

No mutants were seen; at this distance, unless hiding in the town, they should be visible.

Lin An's gaze lingered in thought, but his steps did not slow.

Soon.

"Roar!"

The first zombie that smelled blood and flesh howled.

The zombie wearing dirty old military uniform had a face full of rotting flesh, its eyeballs hanging below the eye sockets, its skull caved in, as if struck by a heavy object.

Upon discovering Lin An and the others, it flung open its arms, howling as it charged wildly.

Like a chain reaction.

In an instant, swaths of the zombie horde, as if activated, turned in unison, their eyes blood-red, fixed on the people in the field.

Roar!

Roar!

The zombies' roars sounded one after another, charging like a swarm of extremely fast ants.

A glance revealed nothing but them in every direction.

Lin An?

Mo Ling stood behind, tilting her head, and asked softly as usual:

Do you need me to act?

At this distance... if we close in further, it'll get a bit troublesome.

There are too many.

Mo Ling felt puzzled; as soon as she stepped off the road, she sensed something odd.

Logically, she should have come herself, using Undead Summon to lure the zombie horde away.

Even if Lin An worried that a mutant might threaten her, there's no need for so many people to come together.

Moreover, for no reason.

She always felt that Lin An was somewhat...

Excited?

Unlike Mo Ling's doubt, Wen Ya seemed to think of something, glancing with her peripheral vision at Lin An's soul‑calming sword sheath.

A flicker of astonishment crossed her eyes.

Not needed for now.

Lin An spoke without turning his head, his tone tinged with eagerness to try.

Later you can activate your skill.

I want... to give it a try!

Zhang Tie stood there with arms akimbo, not knowing what Team Lin intended to do.

But Lin An wasn't panicking; he didn't give a damn.

Anyway, after he turned into a black bear, this horde of zombies couldn't even bite through his fur.

It's just strange—what on earth is Team Lin waiting for?

So many... so many zombies!

The Awakened Ones behind the base were somewhat panicked, their eyes fixed nervously on the charging zombie horde.

This was the first time they'd seen so many zombies.

Previously, the largest zombie horde they'd seen numbered at most a thousand.

The sight of tens of thousands of zombies charging madly really frightened people.

Once the count exceeds ten thousand, it's endless to the eye.

If it weren't for Lin An being here, they'd definitely turn and run without looking back.

At this scale, any Awakened One in the base would be torn apart in under ten seconds.

Huang Haitao stepped forward steadily from the crowd, wanting to calm everyone.

But he himself was a little startled, his green spiritual energy gathering, ready to strike.

Although they had absolute confidence in Lin An and also knew Mo Ling's abilities,

but under this impact, they still instinctively felt their legs go weak.

Even they felt this way, let alone the ordinary people in the base.

Even though these people were carefully selected, they weren't so scared as to freeze or shout.

But no matter who stands still, with tens of thousands of enemies howling in the distance charging forward...

The psychological pressure is simply too great.

Several girls gripped their crossbows tightly, while the boys held axes with ragged breathing.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin An, waiting for his next order.

The zombie horde drew nearer, the frontmost Lin An less than a hundred meters away.

At this distance they could even make out the zombies' rotting, distorted features.

Lin An?

Mo Ling frowned, deathly energy beginning to gather around her.

Although she didn't know what the foolish Lin An was up to, she had no intention of waiting passively for death.

She wasn't afraid of the zombies, but the people behind her were practically scared to death.

Some could no longer bear it.

Huang Haitao took a deep breath, preparing to unleash a skill to form a shield.

Lord Lin An!

Why aren't we acting yet?!

This distance is already under a hundred meters; waiting any longer and being surrounded by the zombie tide would be a big problem.

Lin An could charge out, but these people of ours would definitely be walking into a dead end.

Moreover, he heard Mo Ling's words.

At this distance, no matter how strong Mo Ling's ability is, it needs time to activate, and we can't let the zombies smell blood.

Otherwise we simply couldn't 'hold' them once they saw our zombies.

Seventy meters...

The zombie horde was dense, surging forward like a wave.

Sixty meters...

As the distance drew nearer, even Zhang Tie couldn't help but activate his Bear Transformation.

"Captain Lin!?"

Forty meters...

Everyone could smell the rotting stench emanating from the zombies.

"My lord!"

Cries of alarm rang out one after another, and everyone's hearts pounded wildly.

Unseen by anyone, Lin An, standing at the very front, curled the corners of his mouth slightly upward, and a silver flash flickered in his eyes.

"Sword rise!"

Wen Ya, hearing the sound, instinctively looked toward the Soul-Calming Sword Sheath behind him, but to her surprise.

All that could be seen was a flash of white light, and three alloy long swords instantly appeared before Lin An.

"Hum-"

The swords hovered in midair, slowly rotating, their bodies trembling slightly.

Before anyone could react.

"Combat instinct!"

With a low shout, Lin An covered his whole body in dark-gold psychic energy.

He then calmly raised his right hand and thrust out a single palm.

"Slash!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sword shadows were like light, and a piercing whistling sound rose.

The three long swords, as if given life, shot out in a fan shape in an instant.

The sword light burst and flashed, like a streaming light turning into a silver line.

At full power, the three alloy weapons swept across the battlefield, blasting the heads of every zombie in their path.

Like a scene from a movie.

Under the feedback of massive combat data, the three long swords' high-speed piercing trajectories were precise and efficient.

Debris filled the sky.

Blood was blown into a mist by the high-speed airflow and spread out.

Zombies in droves, after having their heads blown apart, fell like wheat being cut.

As the silver in Lin An's eyes flashed again, the sword light that had sliced through the corpse horde adjusted its angle and suddenly reversed.

Like a comb.

In an instant, the dense corpse horde was cleared of several blank straight lines.

As if in a dream.

The people behind him stared dumbfounded at the silver light before them, many muttering like they were talking in their sleep, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Three streaks of silver light, like the scythe of a grim reaper, shuttled back and forth, mercilessly harvesting the corpse horde.

The slaughter was highly efficient, possessing a violent beauty.

Before any exclamation could sound.

All that could be seen was Lin An's right hand suddenly grasping emptily, his voice icy.

"Blast!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three explosive blasts were deafening, and the psychic energy attached to the swords shattered.

The alloy weapons lodged in the corpse horde instantly exploded into tiny fragments.

The violent explosion blew the nearby corpse horde into fragments.

Severed limbs and broken arms flew into the air.

The ensuing fragments scattered like shotgun blasts, once again turning the surrounding zombies into a mess of flesh.

One strike cleared the field.

Under the blazing sun, corpses lay strewn across the wilderness.