Chapter 670: Lightning Strikes (Please Subscribe, Please!)

“Everyone on the front gate, come together—hurry!”

Duan Wu called out loudly to the men at the front gate.

During the battle, he silently counted: in wave after wave of fighting, nearly sixty zombies had fallen—almost half, if not quite; finally, these zombies advanced in orderly fashion toward the courtyard, the gate now under no pressure at all—hold on through this last wave, victory was within reach.

If we can’t hold, fall back while fighting; if all else fails, thermal weapons will finish them—right now, the only word is: steady!

We absolutely cannot slip up at the final moment; resolving the crisis and ensuring safety is basic!

Zhou Haiquan, the oldest member of Dragon Head Camp, had been assisting beside them all along; while holding the iron gate, he aided Fan Donglu. Upon hearing Duan Wu’s call, Park Chan-yong also joined the fight.

Lu Yubo and Zhao Dezhu couldn’t help but feel a wave of helplessness; whether in training or real combat, their skills ranked among the top tier in the Yama Legion, just below the Tier-Zero duo of Zhang Su and Ju Wuying.

Yet this shallow step forward held an insurmountable chasm! When they’d fought alongside Zhang Su before, they’d felt effortless—combat flowed smoothly, effortlessly. But today’s battle carried a faint sense of exhaustion, of being outmatched!

It wasn’t hard to see: their former ease had rested on Zhang Su bearing most of the pressure, like a halo radiating from his body, empowering everyone around him. Now that the halo was gone, the boost vanished—and pressure crashed down upon them!

Strangely, Zhou Haiquan and Park Chan-yong’s combat strength was mediocre, yet after they joined the fight, the entire rhythm instantly lightened.

Puff, puff… pssst…

One zombie after another dropped dead; kill efficiency surged dramatically. Many zombies died in ways never seen before—as if shot—their heads twitching, then collapsing like mud.

“No… it’s Lightning!”

Shen Linrui suddenly shouted, startled—he’d barely ever seen Lightning kill zombies.

“Damn, this little thing can kill zombies?!”

Lu Yubo, hearing the cry, also noticed.

A fluffy mass darted through the zombies at incredible speed, clinging to their faces, claws rapidly digging in—before you could blink, they’d burrowed into an eye socket or throat. Before it even emerged, the zombie would shudder as if shot, then collapse like Lanni .

“Squeak! Squeak!”

“Oh shit, you bastard!”

Lightning heard Lu Yubo’s vulgar exclamation, flickered instantly, and slammed into his forehead—he reeled back violently, nearly snapping his neck.

“Haha, good! Little Lightning, awesome!” Duan Wu, seeing Lu Yubo get hit, knew Lightning loved praise, and quickly complimented it.

The little creature’s face showed no expression, yet clearly conveyed fear—it wouldn’t open its eyes, yet had to leave a slit to observe, teeth bared, features twisted.

Though terrified inside, Lightning’s kill rate matched Lu Yubo’s; in fact, it was the safest—zombie speed was a joke to it, it faced zero threat of attack, and during combat, it disturbed no one, eliminating targets silently.

With kill efficiency soaring, Wu Lue couldn’t keep up. Seeing this, Park Chan-yong and Zhou Haiquan from Dragon Head Camp simply joined the corpse-removal team, both ashamed to realize one Lightning was stronger than both of them combined…

With Lightning’s addition, the battle quickly neared its end—soon, the frontline was pushed right outside the gate! “Squeak!”

Puff, thud, puff-puff…

Outside the iron gate, the last zombie fell, struck down by Lightning, then rolled down the slope. “Huff, huff, huff…”

“Haha, huff-huff…”

The battle ended. Heavy breathing rose and fell, mixed with excited laughter—not quite the euphoria of survival, but still, they’d weathered one hardship.

Lightning landed on the ground and immediately began cleaning its fur and claws—fastidious to the core.

The entire operation hadn’t lasted long—from when Duan Wu opened the small gate to when Lightning killed the last zombie, barely five or six minutes had passed—but to each person, it felt like half a day!

Suddenly, as Lightning bent to clean itself, it froze—then shot straight up onto Shen Linrui’s head, eyes fixed intently toward Yunlong Valley, two pea-sized black pupils gleaming with strange light, whiskers twitching, hind paws still smeared with slime…

“Aaaaah!!!”

As everyone caught their breath, the mysterious figure suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry, thick with sobs.

The cry startled everyone nearby—in this world, who dared shout aloud? Especially Lightning, which was already tense; upon hearing the scream, it flung open Shen Linrui’s hat and scrambled inside.

“It’s fine, it’s fine—you were brave tonight!” Shen Linrui patted the hat, comforting Lightning as he said: “Neither roosters crowing nor pounding on the gate drew zombies—this area must be clean.”

The ordinary zombies nearby had been cleared—no big ones—but one strange zombie had been watching the village’s battle all along! On the slope of Yunlong Valley, the weak zombie seemed to possess extraordinary vision. After finishing a bizarre set of exercises, it regained a little strength, then sat motionless on the cliffside, staring blankly at the village—until the battle ended, it hadn’t moved once.

Only when it heard the mournful cry did it rise, sway, and test the idea of leaping off the cliff!

It cared not for the battle between humans and zombies, but for humans themselves—those bloodmeals, delicious, perhaps the perfect cure for its weakness. After hesitating on the cliff’s edge, the tall zombie ultimately did not leap—perhaps out of caution, perhaps lack of confidence. It leaned against a tree trunk bent by the blast, fixed its vertical pupils on Honggou Village, and resumed restoring its frail body.

“Brother… it’s all over.”

Duan Wu placed his hand on the mysterious figure’s shoulder, offering sincere comfort.

“Yes, brother—you freed your fellow villagers, your merit is boundless. It’s all over now—pull yourself together!”

Zhou Haiquan, closest in age to the mysterious figure and also a man raised in the countryside, understood best, and spoke up to comfort him too.

The mysterious figure had kept his family and friends enclosed in the village, living in peaceful seclusion—even the explosion’s shockwave had barely disturbed them. But the arrival of these two squads shattered it all.

True, the zombie threat had been eradicated—but for the mysterious figure, whether this was right or wrong, good or bad, was hard to say.

“It’s over… it’s over…”

The mysterious figure fell silent, repeating the words with tear-filled eyes, then loosened his grip—the spear clattered to the ground, rolled down the slope with a clatter-clack.

Thud.

Before everyone’s eyes, the mysterious figure collapsed onto his back, lying in a great “big” shape: “It’s over… it’s over… Waaah, waaah-waaah!”

He muttered the same words over and over, then suddenly burst into loud sobs—this left both Mountain-Sea and Dragon Head Camp personnel utterly awkward.

Lightning, seemingly curious about the commotion outside, lifted the hat slightly, saw a man lying on the ground sobbing uncontrollably, felt slightly puzzled, then turned its gaze toward Yunlong Valley, squeaked once, and darted back inside the hat—something there made it wary and afraid.

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