Chapter 61 The Target is Dreadram
The intense gunfire erupting from that building made William's body freeze for a moment, then he sped up.
On a battlefield littered with corpses and ravaged by monsters, the first point of firepower might achieve significant results, but they might barely survive in the end.
Judging by the gunfire, there were at least two hundred people there. William didn't need to think to know their fate. Even if a fraction of them survived, it would be a miracle.
Just as well! He decided to take this opportunity to see if he could take down Dreadram!
When he sighted that the Corpse Ape was indeed attracted over, William moved even faster.
"William, I see the Monster Baby. It's riding the Purple Cloud War Ant. It's strolling along the edge of Moon Lake," Lucy had regained some energy and was speaking more smoothly. She was on a distant rooftop, constantly reporting the Monster Baby's movements as she observed through binoculars.
Hearing this, William frowned and thought, 'Is the Monster Baby's summoning over? Would the terrifying monster I saw in my previous life not appear?'
"Has the black hole disappeared?" William asked.
"No, it's still there!" Lucy replied.
Hadn't the black hole disappeared?
William wondered, 'According to my past life experience, the Monster Baby could only blow the summoning horn once, calling all the monsters at the same time. Today, it has already stopped blowing the horn, so why is the black hole connecting to the land of death still there?'
William didn't understand, so he decided not to think about it. He had already heard the distinctive footsteps of Dreadram running. He stopped at the corner of the building and peeked out.
On this somewhat secluded street, three parties were in a chaotic battle. A group of survivors, a group of zombies, and Dreadram.
The situation was clear. It was only a matter of time before the Dreadram devoured the survivors and zombies. If it weren't for a one-star evolver among the survivors, they probably wouldn't have held out this long.
Those who came here to take risks weren't ordinary people. Only evolvers would start thinking about getting stronger within a day, while ordinary people were still figuring out how to survive.
This survivor team was likely one of them.
There was some noise behind him. A small group of six or seven zombies had squeezed out from somewhere. They were drawn by William's scent and lunged at him.
William gripped the Edge of the Moon with a shield on his arm. As an evolver with past-life experience, dealing with these ordinary zombies was a breeze. He raised his shield with his left arm and casually swept the Edge of the Moon with his right hand, decapitating three zombies.
William spun around, smashing another zombie's head with his shield. After another slash and stab, only one zombie remained, which William easily dispatched by crushing its neck vertebrae with the hilt of his knife. These zombies were hunted down in just ten seconds.
William was about to dig out the magic crystal when he heard chaotic and urgent footsteps approaching, followed by Dreadram's footsteps. Harold wasn't someone the military had sent but came on his own.
Like the first batch of lucky ones, after the apocalypse began, he obtained a bottle of evolution serum and became an evolver. It was a different case for him since he had stolen his evolution serum from a truly lucky person.
However, Harold felt his life had changed. Upon hearing about the treasure here, he brought over twenty subordinates that he had gathered through various means. His promises were grand because he knew that without them, at least half of his subordinates would leave. But Harold knew he wouldn't keep those promises.
Once started, killing would be hard to stop. Psychologically, people lost their reverence and respect for life.
Harold was like that. He felt the rules of the world had changed. Promises were useful when needed and discarded when not needed; nothing else mattered.
Trust? Integrity? What were those? Could they stop zombies from biting you?
But luck didn't always favor the lucky. Harold, who had come here seeking benefits, finally encountered something that made him despair.
A Dreadram!
In almost an instant, his proud evolver physique was sent flying by Dreadram. The iron rod that had subdued his subordinates couldn't even leave a mark on the monster.
Harold was flung into a nearby shop, luckily not trampled into a meat patty by the Dreadram.
Harold wasn't a good person, but he was a determined bad person. Struggling to his feet, he still wanted to fight, but reality cruelly shattered his illusions again. Within minutes, his team was down to less than ten people, more than half were dead.
Watching the Dreadram, a goat-like creature magnified several times, chew and swallow people, Harold and his men were utterly broken and began to flee in all directions.
Turning the corner, they saw a young man squatting on the ground, about to dig out a magic crystal.
He was a peculiar young man with sharp eyes. He carried a large shield and wielded a long machete.
Even in the midst of fleeing, Harold's gaze was drawn to the young man's knife.
It was so beautiful!
Did it seem to glimmer with a faint silver light?
"Brother, help!" a voice called out.
One of his subordinates, seeing William's calm face, called out to him as if he saw God. He didn't bother to consider that this young man might be weaker than them.
Perhaps to a drowning person, every passing plank was a lifeline.
William didn't even look at them but was fixated on the blood-dripping Dreadram.
That was human blood.
"William, I think you should run. This guy is too big," Lucy desperately advised as she saw everything through her binoculars. When Dreadram's massive body appeared, she was terrified and wanted William to leave immediately.
At least visually, Dreadram was the only monster close to the Corpse Ape, so Lucy instinctively thought that the Dreadram was second only to the Corpse Ape in danger.
Only William knew that the Dreadram was the easiest monster to deal with. He also knew that inside the Dreadram's body was a piece of earth-colored fluff worth a fortune!
In the apocalypse, people called it 'The Treasure of the Sheep.' That thing had incredible effects when consumed by humans. And for a craftsman, Dreadram's horns, skin, bones, and meat were all excellent materials.
Taking a deep breath, William suddenly boosted his momentum. To deal with a monster one level higher than himself, he had to have absolute confidence in himself, or else he might as well run away!
William started sprinting, his speed far surpassed the world record for short distances. He charged directly at Dreadram. Although William's figure was tiny compared to Dreadram, his momentum was not inferior at all.
A hint of mockery appeared in Dreadram's large eyes as if laughing at this human's overconfidence.
The humans' fragility earlier made it feel that in the world outside the land of death, if not the strongest, it was among the strongest!
The Dreadram let out a low roar, exerted force with its limbs, and lowered its massive head slightly. It decided to ram this human into a meat patty!
