Chapter 428 A New Storm
The Snowfall Cult has been expanding at an alarming rate for months, and its followers have suddenly grown to tens of thousands!
They're all crammed into buildings right next to the Church of the Holy Ground.
To stay warm, they're packing dozens of people into a single room—it's wall-to-wall bodies in there.
When the zombies hit, that same overcrowding turned into a death trap. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Zombies also swarmed the floor where Delbert and Clio were.
Even in the shadowy hallways, the undead could sniff out the living like bloodhounds.
Doors were busted open one after another, and the zombies poured in, tearing into anyone in their path.
The followers were screaming their heads off—some passed out cold from sheer terror, but that didn't save them from becoming dinner.
A few tried to bail by leaping from the upper floors, only to find more zombies waiting below, jaws wide open.
It was raining bodies—straight-up carnage.
Delbert was also pale with fear, but seeing Clio beside him, her legs weak from fright, he mustered great courage, grabbed her hand, and ran upstairs.
Zombies have no brains and only instinctively kill living people.
So running to the upper floors was the best course of action at this time.
"Let's go, find my parents first!"
Delbert pulled Clio out the door, only to see his parents rushing towards him.
Chase and Dione were somewhat relieved to see Delbert was okay.
They noticed Delbert gripping Clio's hand like his life depended on it but kept their mouths shut.
Even in the apocalypse, they respected Delbert's pursuit of love.
It was a human instinct and a hope for the continuation of civilization.
"Go, run upstairs!"
Chase and Dione protected the two of them and started running upstairs.
A large number of zombies behind them made eerie, creepy sounds as they chased.
But suddenly, two people blocked their path.
These were two Psychics, personally instructed by Neil to protect Chase's family.
One Psychic looked at the zombies in front of him, punched the wall beside him, and then yanked hard, tearing down the entire wall!
The rubble blocked the path, and the zombies couldn't move forward, so they turned back to kill other living people.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere. The zombies, unable to gain an advantage over other factions, could finally feast here.
Screams of pain echoed, and blood was splattering like a horror movie.
Zombies were ripping into flesh left and right, the sound of bones crunching filling the air.
The Snowfall Cult's camp had turned into a total nightmare.
But the cult's higher-ups didn't waste any time.
Outside the Church of the Holy Ground, a sea of zombies had closed in.
Inside, a crowd of followers had huddled together, especially the Snowfall Cult's inner circle.
Zombies, smelling the scent of living people, were like sharks smelling blood, their eyes red as they wanted to rush in and devour people!
At this moment, the church doors suddenly opened.
An invisible force surged out, sending dozens of zombies flying!
High Priest Neil walked out of the church, followed by more than a dozen Psychics!
The horrific scene made everyone's pupils contract.
Facing such an unknown phenomenon, no one could remain calm.
Zombies, something only seen in movies during peacetime, were now appearing right beside them. How could anyone stay calm?
A flicker of emotion passed through Neil's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and began directing everyone to counterattack.
"SG-O, SG-N... you're staying put inside the church, no matter what goes down! Keep Ms. Carter and the followers safe. The rest of you, on me—we're taking these zombies out!"
Under Neil's leadership, the Snowfall Cult finally began to restore some order and launched a counterattack against the zombie horde.
With the addition of these powerful Psychics, the tide of the battle finally turned.
The followers, who had been disoriented, regained their senses and began to pick up any weapons at hand to fight back.
In the air, a dozen cold flashes streaked by.
Immediately, a dozen zombie heads fell to the ground.
Dean activated his beast form, a small animal with white fur running from its head to its back, sharp teeth, and claws.
Dean's beast form was a honey badger.
Using the knowledge he learned from TV, he decapitated a dozen zombies, thinking it was over.
But to his surprise, the zombies only staggered, slowed down, and still lunged at him.
"Huh? They're not dead?" Dean froze for a second. "Fine, I'll finish the job for good!"
In no time, cold flashes streaked by, and all the zombies were cut into seven or eight pieces, falling to the ground and still wriggling.
"How disgusting! What the hell are these things?" Dean looked disgusted.
These zombies were stronger than ordinary people, but for a Psychic like him, they were no match.
But the inability to kill them in one blow, coupled with their terrifying numbers, meant that even a Psychic would die if surrounded!
This defensive battle was extremely difficult.
The number of zombies was overwhelming, and with tens of thousands of Snowfall Cult members, it was impossible for just a dozen Psychics to protect everyone.
Therefore, most of the time, the Psychics could only rush to the areas with the most zombies to kill them.
Ordinary followers had to rely on their own strength to protect themselves and their families.
The hard-fought battle lasted for more than half an hour.
The ground was drenched in blood and flesh, leaving countless bodies behind.
No one knew how many of those bodies were zombies and how many were Snowfall Cult followers.
It was only when the zombies slowly retreated into the darkness that everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.
However, the fear still clung to their hearts, hard to dispel.
"What are those things, really?" Dean, with his hands in his pockets, looked at the hellish scene around him, his face full of frustration.
He heard the cries of the followers.
In this battle, who knew how many people had died, how many had lost their families.
When they first came here, they thought the Snowfall Cult could protect them, that it was a utopia in the apocalypse!
Dean's heart ached faintly, and he walked over to Neil with a face full of displeasure.
At this time, the Psychics were all gathered together, exhausted from the long fight.
Neil's face stayed stone-cold as he barked orders. "Get those bodies to the abandoned building. And check for any wounded. These zombies are off—could be some biohazard crap. Quarantine them, keep them away from others. And step up the night watch. Get some guys patrolling the perimeter. Those freaks might come back."
Although everyone was tired, they understood it was not time to relax, so they followed orders and took action.
Dean walked up to Neil, scowling. "These things are freaking nuts—can't even kill 'em! And they know retreat! These ain't your dumbass TV zombies."
Neil shot him a look, his brow tight. "We gotta dig into this. With how packed the Snowfall Cult is, we're sitting ducks for another hit. Who knows if this ties to the other crews."
Dean's face twisted with anger, his jaw clenched. "If those pricks are behind this, I'm gonna make 'em pay."
Now, the Snowfall Cult's strength had multiplied.
The number of followers and Psychics had greatly increased, and they no longer feared any base organization.
Dean also longed for a chance to wipe out the forces that had bullied them before!
But Neil patted his shoulder. "Calm down! This is just my guess. The priority now is to protect the remaining people."
Dean lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and slowly nodded. "You're right."
He turned and left to help others with the post-battle tasks.
Neil stood in the center of the battlefield, gazing into the distance.
In the darkness, he wondered if there were still strong enemies lurking, his eyes heavy and deep. "Is another storm about to arise?"
In a building where followers lived.
After the zombie tide receded, Chase cautiously looked downstairs, and after confirming it was safe, he let out a long breath. "Finally, it's over!"
Dione walked over, and she and Chase hugged tightly.
Not far away, Delbert held Clio's hand tightly.
The two exchanged a glance, love filling their eyes.
Dione and Chase saw this, and their expressions were different.
Dione smiled with relief, saying, "Delbert is also pursuing his happiness."
They were quite satisfied with Clio.
Nowadays, no one cared about family background; survival skills were what mattered most.
Clio's entire family had died in the apocalypse, and she was the only one who survived, so her survival skills were strong.
If Delbert wanted to marry Clio, Dione had no objections.
But Chase's eyes flickered with concern.
"I just hope this doesn't come back to bite us," he muttered under his breath, keeping it from Delbert and Clio.
Dione looked up at him curiously, "Why do you say that?"
Chase pondered for a moment and said, "You know how the Snowfall Cult used to handle underage boys who joined, right? They'd… snip 'em."
Dione's body trembled; she knew about this.
She had been particularly worried that Delbert would be treated the same way.
Fortunately, Chase had supernatural abilities, and from the attitude of Natasha and other high-ranking church members, they valued Chase highly.
This allowed Delbert to be an exception.
But the significance of that ritual, and whether Delbert could completely escape such a fate, still worried them.
Looking at the worried Chase, Dione hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest to comfort him, "It will be okay. The three of us are together, living well."
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