Chapter 94 - 076: Post-disaster work, unimaginably terrifying (Seeking first subscription)

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Chapter 94: Chapter 076: Post-disaster work, unimaginably terrifying (Seeking first subscription) "Hehe... roar." A spry zombie with pale rolling eyeballs and a mouth brimming with viscous liquid, was the most robust figure among the horde, its condition more intact with only its arm bitten. This zombie surged forward, growling as it clawed at Lin Fan. Silver light flickered from the blade, slicing through the zombie at the waist as smoothly as a knife through tofu, without a sound. There were simply too many zombies. With one slain, zombies lunged from all directions - front, back, left, right - a path that spelled certain death for anyone, a road devoid of the slightest hope. Lin Fan was terrifyingly composed, the Frostmourne in his hand instilling him with courage, while the three-dimensional data on his display was key to successfully eliminating the zombies. Spinning on the spot, the Frostmourne traced a circular ripple, its swift strokes and hefty force creating friction with the air, generating scorching gusts that cleaved the onrushing zombies. Flesh and viscous fluids splattered everywhere. [Zombie Killed] [Point +1] ... The sheer number of zombies was overwhelming; Lin Fan stood amidst a sea of corpses like a solitary general defending the last stronghold, his determined stance unyielding, unable to back down, unwavering in his resolve to protect the Sunshine District. "Hehe... roar!" Zombies felt no fear, no hesitation— their pure desire for flesh was the most primal of cravings, wave after wave crashing in, the pile of zombie corpses around Lin Fan growing into a small hill. "Too many. You detestable things, don’t you have even a shred of sense?" Lin Fan kept swinging the Frostmourne, never imagining he’d face such a multitude of zombies, with no chance to even speak a word. Off in the distance, shrieks persisted; the screamer zombies, one of the mutations cataloged by Desert Base, emitted a special frequency that drew more zombies toward them. Upstairs. "Is there really any hope left?" Gu Hang’s eyes bulged as he gripped the balcony rail tightly, struck dumb by the sight. He’d anticipated the post-apocalyptic cruelty, the terror of zombies, but to witness a scene straight out of a movie was utterly shocking. Once, he watched a film "World War Z," with a scene depicting the fall of the city of hope. At that time, he thought if he were ever in such a situation, he’d just end his own life— no chances left. Now the scenes from that movie were playing out before his eyes, his throat working dryly as spit was hard to swallow, his fingers clutching the balcony’s edge uncontrollably trembling. Chen He held Feifei and Tingting close, not letting them see the carnage outside— a sight not meant for children who should have a bright future, carefree in the embrace of their motherland. Wang Kai began to breathe heavily, fear mingling with worry, making it hard for him to accept the reality before him. They were just ordinary people; even a fistfight would make them quake, let alone facing this horror. Suddenly. A voice, resolute and brimming with utter confidence, rang in their ears. "Hope? What do you mean, ’is there still hope?’ I, an old man, have seen all sorts of things. When the country was in ruins and everyone said all hope was lost, it persisted as long as one person believed— hope remained." "Look, he’s still alive. He’s fighting for hope, defending our Sunshine District. You’re here sighing and wondering if there’s any hope left; what would Lin Fan think if he heard you? How would he feel?" "Man dies, birds fly to the heavens; yet he’s immortal for countless years. We only have one life to give, and if we can fight for hope, even death is worth it." Old man Wang’s presence was overpowering, his demeanor commanding and mighty, resembling a general on the battlefield facing an enemy’s vast army, yet showing no change in color, composed and serene. In Lin Fan’s absence. Old man Wang was like the cornerstone of Sunshine District. When gentle, his presence was like a warm spring breeze, like an affectionate elder next door, comforting and joyful. In moments of despair. The old man was more like a pillar holding up the heavens, sheltering everyone beneath him, urging them not to give up hope for the future. He wished for the young people before him to understand. Hope isn’t just something you talk about. It’s something you must hold in your heart, with that eager anticipation. "Old General, I understand now," Gu Hang lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with confidence, a glint of unwavering belief. Old man Wang patted Gu Hang on the shoulder approvingly. He was heartened by his sudden awakening. To Old man Wang, he was the elder of Sunshine District, a retired soldier; others might panic, but he could not afford to, and even if he did, he could never show it. Just as Lin Fan could not fail. Otherwise, Sunshine District would cease to exist. ... "My God, they just keep coming, keep coming, ah. You lot, can’t you give it a rest even when people are trying to have babies? Are you all missing a screw in your heads?" The Frostmourne in Lin Fan’s hand traced arcs of silver light, the sword’s blade continually severing zombies. Some were knocked over, not choosing to lie flat but rather erupting with unimaginable will, trampled by other zombies yet still reaching out, trying to grab Lin Fan’s ankles and bite ferociously.

Chapter 94 - 076: Post-disaster work, unimaginably terrifying (Seeking first subscription)

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