Chapter 310 You Can Leave, But Leave Your Stuff Behind (Part 3)
The Red Haired Iron Corpse got up, grabbed the long crossbow bolt with one hand, and slowly yanked it out of its body.
Some pale pink liquid oozed from the wound, giving it an oddly beautiful look.
It hadn't hit the fifth evolution level yet.
A drop of the Blood of Evolution could push a level-three mutant up to level-four, but it couldn't bump a level-four to level-five.
The Red Haired Iron Corpse, at its current stage, would need at least three drops of the Blood of Evolution to level up.
And most of this drop was used to patch up its injured body.
The Human Puppetry with its own smarts looked at the Honor Legion members with a pretty grim face.
The Red Haired Iron Corpse knew that everything had a price.
For instance, after it broke away from William, who created it, it couldn't get the good stuff from him for free anymore. If it wanted something, it had to do something for William.
When it wasn't self-aware and wasn't hanging around William, the Red Haired Iron Corpse didn't feel anything; it evolved just like all the other mutant lifeforms out there.
But after running into William again, the Red Haired Iron Corpse felt weirdly uncomfortable.
With its current smarts, it couldn't quite figure out why it felt this way, but it was always on edge, like it lost something that should've been its, like it should've evolved faster.
It felt better when William found it and asked for its help, but wasting this drop of The Blood of Evolution made it mad again.
The Red Haired Iron Corpse suddenly opened its mouth and let out a silent roar. Across the battlefield, a massive sound wave invisible to humans exploded and spread out from the Red Haired Iron Corpse, almost instantly sweeping through most of the zombie horde.
At the same time, the witch on the other side did the same thing.
Two powerful psychic mutant lifeforms both activated their special mental evolution skill, Mental Storm.
Technically, this wasn't a natural skill. With the current strength of the witch and the Red Haired Iron Corpse, they couldn't pull off a true Mental Storm; they only had a basic version of it.
Psychic lifeforms were powerful because they could use their mental power to do stuff other lifeforms couldn't. High-level zombies could use their strength and instinctive pressure to make other zombies submit. The witch and the Red Haired Iron Corpse weren't great at this. But Mental Storm could make up for this weakness because the essence of this ability was a form of neural invasion, forcing the user's thoughts into others' minds.
Whether this ability was sinister or powerful, for any psychic evolution form, it was a life-saving skill. They could only use it a few times in their lifetime, some even just once, which showed how precious and powerful it was.
But this time, whether it was the Red Haired Iron Corpse with its psychological gap or the witch who had made a deal, both chose to use this rare skill.
They knew that to get what they wanted, they had to do this.
The zombie horde, which had become somewhat aimless due to the disappearance of The Blood of Evolution, was almost entirely affected by the dual Mental Storm. Those closer to the Red Haired Iron Corpse were mentally invaded by it and bowed down before it, recognizing it as their new king.
Those closer to the witch bowed their heads and bodies to her.
This was the power of Mental Storm.
If the witch and the Red Haired Iron Corpse had to control the zombies one by one, who knew how long it would take to get this result.
Actually, this control wasn’t absolute. As time passed and the forced invasion effect of the Mental Storm weakened, the control would gradually fade, and most zombies would go back to their original state, no longer under the spell.
Plus, during this period, some zombies would be influenced by the Mental Storm users and even be tamed, becoming their most loyal followers.
The higher the level of the psychic mutant lifeform using Mental Storm, the greater the impact on other lifeforms and the longer the control period. If a level-nine mutant lifeform used Mental Storm, the control period for level-five and below mutant lifeforms would be almost indefinite; they couldn’t snap out of it. Even for those above level five, the control period could last years.
The witch and the Red Haired Iron Corpse were only at level four now, so the control period wouldn’t be long. Some lifeforms with similar strength might wake up tomorrow, but for now, they were devout followers of the two.
In just seconds, the zombie horde surrounded the Honor Legion.
Whether it was Patrick, Bradley, or Connor, or even the less than five hundred remaining Honor Legion warriors, cold sweat ran down their backs; they felt death creeping closer. Even if they had a four-star Evolving Person, a few three-star Evolving Persons, or even a five-star or six-star Evolving Person, being surrounded by this many zombies only meant one thing: death.
"Now, we can talk." A calm voice came from behind the zombie horde, making the Honor Legion look in disbelief at William, who walked leisurely among the thousands of zombies.
"You... how can you walk among the zombies! That's impossible!" Bradley roared, his eyes red as he looked at William. He couldn’t understand how the zombies ignored him!
In fact, Bradley didn’t know that to keep the zombies from attacking William, the witch and the Red Haired Iron Corpse had paid a great price, which would significantly cut down their control time over the zombie horde. But right now, this sacrifice was worth it.
"There are many things in this world that seem impossible to you, Connor, and everyone in the Honor Legion." William had a victorious smile on his face, a smile that belonged to the Honor Legion half an hour ago.
"How do you know about us? Who are you?" Connor’s face finally changed after hearing this.
To ordinary survivors, Connor and the Honor Legion were still very mysterious. Their attention had now shifted to seizing resources in the Land of Death, and they were enigmatic presences in various cities.
Connor was sure that William wasn’t one of the few who knew about the Honor Legion or its forces. So how did he know about the Honor Legion and even call out his name?
This was too strange.
"That’s not important." William shrugged. "When you spun that giant roulette, you should have known who I was."
"What’s important now is that if you want to leave alive, you can." William’s words gave the Honor Legion hope, but then they became infuriated.
William said, "But you must leave behind what you got from the roulette!"
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