Chapter 305 Accident
The old Zombie King was dead, and the new one hadn't shown up yet. Chaos was running wild in the zombie camp.
The Mouse King was freaking out too, especially after a bunch of fourth-level beings vanished. It pulled back its army of mutated animals almost a thousand feet before stopping, all jittery. If it weren't for the tempting Blood of Evolution, it would've probably hightailed it back to the sewers.
Even though it had evolved, a mouse was still a mouse—timid as ever.
Around the Poppy roulette wheel, a bunch of survivors were hanging around, watching the scene. Some of them made a living hunting scattered mutated creatures on the outskirts of the big camps, while others were dreaming of striking it rich by chasing after those almost impossible opportunities.
Some big shots from Accraville City were also sticking around, not ready to give up just yet.
Even those who had departed long ago, upon witnessing the Level Five Twin-Winged Golden-Eyed Python ascending into the sky once more, understood what had transpired here. They realized who had returned; the masses flocked to witness the spectacle.
As they watched, they realized there might be a chance to cash in.
The mutated animal camp had backed off, the Dragon's monster camp was MIA, and the zombie camp was a mess. The Zombie Kings were dead, and the other zombies were scattering.
The small force alliance was having a field day, killing zombies left and right with no resistance. With a fifth-level being hovering above them, no big zombie horde dared to fight back.
In no time, they racked up a ton of Magic Crystals, over ten thousand!
Wealth always made people do crazy things, especially in the apocalypse. Some brave souls started taking advantage of the chaos. They came out of hiding, cautiously picking off zombies on the outskirts and even ganging up on some solitary second or third-level mutated beings. Although their fellow zombies were not far away, they seldom came to assist.
Opportunities like this were rare. Second and third-level zombies were like gold to survivors. The Magic Crystals on their foreheads were a small part of the Evolution Elixir. Usually, finding a lone one was tough and risky.
But now, with William's five-level Battle Pet in the sky and the main action focused on the thousand-strong team of killers, these zombies were running around like headless chickens. How could they pass up such a golden opportunity?
Once someone took the lead, others got bolder. They had worried that stealing kills from the powerful team might get them attacked, but when the team just glanced at them and didn't care, they knew it was all good.
Actually, about half of Accraville City's zombies were gathered here, maybe one or two million, covering almost half the area. How could a thousand-strong team kill them all? Even with these opportunists, how many could they take down? Their interests didn't really clash.
The more survivors realized this, the more people joined in on the zombie camp attack. In no time, their numbers far exceeded the small force alliance led by William. Some major forces even had numbers comparable to the small force alliance. With the small force alliance drawing the main zombie horde's attention, they had an easy time picking off zombies from behind.
William wasn't too bothered by the situation. He couldn't just wipe out all the zombies. Even with his current power and forces, taking out all the zombies in Accraville City was a pipe dream. As these zombies evolved and got smarter, it would get harder for humans to surround and kill them like they were doing now. In many cases, it might even flip, with zombies hunting humans.
By the tenth year of his previous life, zombies had evolved to an average of around the fourth level. A dozen fourth-level zombies would have no problem attacking a human team, even if there was a five-star Evolving person in the mix. These fourth-level zombies wouldn't back down and might even plot to take out the five-star Evolving person.
Humans got stronger, but so did zombies. The gap between them never really closed; it just kept getting wider.
So, killing more zombies now wasn't a bad thing for William. After all, they might not get another chance like this with the witch's mental disturbance.
The witch was going to be the new zombie king. In the future, it might have some kind of connection or even cooperation with William, but there would never be a large-scale massacre of its kind like today. After all, the witch was still a zombie.Until the witch reached the rumored ninth level, characterized by a human-friendly disposition, it would still represent the overall interests of zombies.
If he had a choice, William would prefer the Red-haired iron corpse to become the king of Accraville City's zombies. Unfortunately, the Red-haired iron corpse wasn't a zombie. Even though it could mentally influence zombies, it didn't have a Magic Crystal and wouldn't be recognized by them.
William also thought about taking out the Mouse King, but the problem was that if he got close, the Mouse King would just run away. Plus, William didn't think clearing all the mutated beings around the Poppy roulette wheel was a good idea. Not only would it be costly, but it would also lead to conflicts with other humans after the fact.
No one would let William hog the roulette wheel, no matter how strong he was.
Even though humans generally had the upper hand, the survivors' casualties were piling up. Even with the zombies fleeing, their sheer numbers could still deliver fatal blows to humans. From the moment the surrounding survivors joined the battle to the end of Darryl's transformation due to exhaustion, over a thousand humans had died.
And that number kept climbing as the battle went on.
William's bloodline effect had worn off. During this time, he figured out that the duration of the hell beings summoned by 'Hell Connection' was longer than his transformation time. The damage he took would also affect their duration, and their strength was limited by his own. As a four-star Evolving person, the upper limit of the summoned beings' strength was at this level.
"Move." Seeing that it was about time, William gave the order to retreat. The small force alliance members immediately started to pull back from the battlefield in an orderly fashion. They had gained enough today, and they were exhausted. It was time to go.
The witch stopped its massive mental disturbance to the zombie horde. At this point, over a hundred high-level zombies had gathered around it, pledging their loyalty. Most were second-level, and there were more than twenty third-level zombies. It stood on a ruin, watching William's retreat with a complex expression. It wasn't quite sure about its relationship with William.
Just when everyone and all the mutated beings thought the day was over, a human team suddenly appeared on the battlefield, diving straight into the zombie horde and heading right for the Poppy roulette wheel!
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