Chapter 110 The Father of Magic Crystal Weapons
Someone said "Your turn, hurry up!"
A short man named John Roberts was pushed forward, but having just witnessed his companion being bitten to death by zombies, how could he obediently go to his death?
He wailed, desperately scooting backward. Under the rush of adrenaline, his legs, which had been weak from hunger, kicked forcefully against the ground.
Gregory, holding a piece of iron pipe, flashed a vicious look and swung the pipe at John's knee. With the crisp sound of bone cracking and wails, John collapsed to the ground, clutching his knee and rolling in agony, his clothes soaked in sweat.
Gregory instructed, "Stab him!"
At Gregory's command, someone immediately rushed forward and stabbed John in the other leg, causing blood to flow out instantly.
"No! It hurts so much!" John cried out, tears rolling down his face. He deeply regretted decision to join them in search of food. It wasn't a food hunt at all; Gregory and his group were clearly using them as bait to attract the zombies near the supermarket.
The scent of blood quickly spread through the air, and soon the distinctive growls of zombies could be heard as they caught the scent and rapidly approached!
Gregory and his group quickly hid, pouncing on any lone zombies as they smashed their heads and collected the Magic Crystals from their foreheads.
In no time, the screams ceased abruptly, leaving only the sounds of flesh being torn and loud chewing. Over twenty zombies were now feasting.
Taking advantage of the distraction, a few people dashed into a small grocery store, grabbed some supplies, and quickly ran out, fearing the zombies would notice them. Gregory, watching from a hidden spot, cursed his subordinates for being cowardly, yet he didn't consider himself cowardly for not daring to go in either.
When the group returned, Gregory snatched the backpack and, after inspecting it, slapped one of them across the face, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, this is all the food you managed to get? Not even enough for a day! Wasting two baits just for this little? You useless bunch."
The slapped man touched his face, not daring to speak but clearly feeling resentful.
"Mr. Wells, there's still one more," Joseph claimed, holding David by the collar like a chicken, had been beating the senior engineer along the way, all because his wife had once suggested giving David some food.
Gregory looked at David and hesitated. He had planned to use two baits to get enough food and then use the last one to keep bleeding and attract scattered zombies to collect Magic Crystals. But now, he had to prioritize getting enough food. Fortunately, there were still plenty of baits at home; he could collect Magic Crystals next time.
Gregory suggested, "Alright, give him a wound and make him run that way."
After saying this, Gregory grabbed David's chin and said harshly, "David, listen up. I'll give you a wound but I won't hurt your legs. You run that way, and we'll cover you. If you make it out, you'll live and get food. If not, well, tough luck, you get eaten by zombies. Got it?"
Without waiting for David's response, Gregory signaled Joseph, who immediately stabbed David's arm and slashed downward.
Blood gushed out. This one slash almost directly severed David's left arm, leaving a long wound that exposed the bone. Even Gregory, standing beside him, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth in disgust.
Glancing at Joseph, Gregory grew wary but said nothing. Instead, he kicked David, who was only howling in pain, urging him to run as fast as he could.
David clutched his arm and ran, but his vision darkened. The pain was rapidly diminishing, yet his body was growing cold. He was a legitimate doctoral graduate, not in medicine, but he knew that this was not a sign of recovery but blood loss leading to numbness and cold. In seconds, he might collapse and go into shock and become food for zombie.
He knew he was going to die. Many images began flashing through his mind: his family, the woman who betrayed him, his unfinished research, and the secret experiment he had conducted since college.
David smiled and thought, 'Is this what they call a dying flash of insight?'
He decided to stop running. If he was going to die anyway, he might as well save his strength. Though he didn't look back, he knew the zombies were right behind him, ready to bite his neck.
At this critical moment, David suddenly felt a gentle light envelop him. His cold, numb body warmed instantly, like basking in spring sunshine. The wound on his arm itched, and he looked down to see it healing rapidly before his eyes!
What was this?!
Had he died and gone to heaven?
William instructed, "Help him out, Jack, Natalie, this area is yours."
William added, "Mr. Chambers, hello. Don't say anything now, just come with us. I'll fill you in on the rest later."
David heard a man's voice and looked up to see a handsome young face.
Later, in many instances, David would often assert that this was the most handsome face he had ever seen, and the voice was the most loving voice among men.
This claim amused many, including the face's owner. However, no one dared to refute it, not only because the owner was a decisive leader holding many lives in his hands, but also because David's reputation was too formidable for anyone to challenge his views.
For Jack and Natalie, the zombies were no match for them. With whips and the Edge of the Moon, they killed one after another. Soon, the street was cleared of zombies, and the Magic Crystals were naturally collected.
One of them suggested, "Let's retreat; there are too many zombies ahead for us to handle."
Seeing a small horde, the two began to retreat, laden with their haul.
Watching David, still bewildered and fearful on the bed, being healed by Lucy's Restoration spells one after another, Candice stood a step behind William and asked softly, "William, who is this man?"
William was momentarily stunned, he repeated the question silently, 'Who was this man?'
He didn't say it out loud but answered in his heart.
He mused, 'This man, named David, was known in the apocalypse as the Intellect Master. He wasn't a nine-star warrior, a war group leader, or a base commander.'
He added in through his thought, 'He had only one title - Father of Magic Crystal Weapons!'
