Chapter 1048: Zombie Paradise
Although the Cripple was inconvenienced by having only one good leg, he moved through the air as if on solid ground. With a sinister smile, he hobbled on his crutch, limping towards the top of the Death God Statue. From his recent words, it was easy to tell he intended to step on the statue's head, or, as he put it, "to stand high and see far."
As the Cripple was already hovering above the Death God Statue, only a few steps separated them. Before the worshippers below could even react to their astonishment, one of his feet had already begun to descend towards the statue's head. By the time the worshippers below came to their senses, the Cripple's foot was nearly on the statue's head. There was no need to mention the ordinary worshippers; even if they reacted quickly enough, they lacked the power to stop the Cripple. And while Shui Ling and the other Night Watchers possessed strength beyond ordinary people, they realized it was too late to intervene.
Just as that foot was about to land on the statue's head, a chain appeared out of thin air, lashing out at the Cripple's foot. The Cripple sensed the chain's appearance, but its speed was too great, like a sudden flash of black lightning. Before he could react effectively, the black chain instantly whipped across his leg.
Bang! ! !
With a dull thud, the Cripple was sent flying by the chain's immense power. His body slid through the air for over ten meters before he finally managed to stabilize himself.
The sinister smile vanished from the Cripple's face. A scorching pain flared from where the chain had lashed his leg. Had he not swiftly shielded his leg with his own power, it would surely have been broken by now. He glanced at the spot on his leg where the chain had struck, then his gaze turned icy as he looked down at Yang Haoran.
"A biting dog doesn't bark. That saying is indeed true."
The Cripple's voice was filled with annoyance. He had intended to make a grand display, but not only had he failed to do so, he had also found himself in an embarrassing predicament, and nearly lost a leg. How could he possibly be pleased with that?
Yang Haoran's words enraged the Cripple, causing his eyes to blaze with fury. His lame leg had always been a sensitive wound in his heart. Though he had tried numerous remedies and even sought out many Pharmacists, to this day, his leg remained unhealed, which was why he was forced to use a crutch.
Over time, he had grown accustomed to limping, but he had always disliked being called the Cripple. He wouldn't even tolerate any mention of his leg's lameness. Yang Haoran's words were simply too insulting to him at this moment, thus igniting the fiery rage within his heart. His blazing eyes erupted with an intense killing intent. A powerful surge of energy radiated from his body. He stared at Yang Haoran below, speaking in a low, gravelly tone.
"You must be Yang Haoran, the new Emissary of Death from the Underworld Office. Very well. I just wonder if your abilities are as sharp as your tongue!"
As his low voice fell silent, the ground beneath Yang Haoran and the others suddenly shook violently. This scene caused a noticeable change in the expressions of the ordinary worshippers, yet, without exception, none of them showed any panic.
They were just ordinary people, devoid of any power within their bodies. Under normal circumstances, it would be entirely natural for ordinary people to feel panic when faced with such irresistible power. However, these worshippers showed no panic. The reason for this phenomenon was simple: their inner piety towards the Death God had already surpassed even death itself. Furthermore, there was another reason: their blind faith in Yang Haoran, this divine emissary. In their eyes, Yang Haoran was an envoy sent by the divine to save them, and as long as Yang Haoran was here, they had no need to fear.
"You damn Cripple! How dare you come here and stir up trouble! You're looking for death!"
Lu Wu roared at the Cripple hovering above, and unleashed his own Spirit Power. Though the power surge he unleashed was far weaker than the Cripple's by comparison, there was not a trace of fear on his face. All that could be seen was fury and intense killing intent!
Boom!
No sooner had Lu Wu's enraged roar ceased, than the ground before him suddenly shattered, and a figure burst forth from the earth.
This person's entire body was festering, barely covered by rags, and his appearance was horrifying. A nauseating stench constantly emanated from him, and a strong Corpse Qi radiated from his form. His entire body was filthy, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and he crouched on the ground like a spider, or a beast about to pounce on its prey!
Lu Wu's gaze fell upon this figure, and he immediately recognized its identity.
"Corpse Ghost!"
A Corpse Ghost, also known as a Corpse Puppet, is the lowest form of zombie. They have no room for advancement; from the moment they become a Corpse Ghost, they remain one for life, until their destruction.
Though Corpse Ghosts are merely the lowest tier among zombies, their destructive power is considerably formidable. This is because they possess no pain receptors, no intelligence, and know no fear, existing purely as controlled killing machines. Moreover, they are killing machines imbued with corpse toxin. Should one be infected by their corpse toxin, and lack special means to treat it, the infected person will soon transform into a controlled killing machine as well!
After the Corpse Ghost emerged, it opened its mouth towards Lu Wu, letting out a series of hisses and roars, revealing a maw full of sharp, slime-coated fangs! Lu Wu, however, was not frightened by the Corpse Ghost's fierce roars or terrifying appearance; after all, he had seen plenty of things more terrifying than Corpse Ghosts and was long immune to them. However, the indescribable stench that erupted when the Corpse Ghost roared at him did make his stomach churn.
The stench emanating from the Corpse Ghost's body was already quite disgusting, but the stench sprayed from its mouth was even more overpowering. Even a rough-and-tumble man like Lu Wu nearly gagged from the overwhelming odor. If it was like this for him, what more for the ordinary worshippers present? Some worshippers were already dry heaving from the smell.
As the first Corpse Ghost burst from the earth, it was followed by continuous dull thuds, as terrifying, foul-smelling zombies emerged one after another from the ground, revealing themselves to everyone's sight. Among these zombies, in addition to the lowest-ranked Corpse Ghosts, there were also higher-ranked Corpse Ghouls. However, compared to the Corpse Ghosts, the number of Corpse Ghouls was far lower. A vile stench permeated the air, and roars echoed incessantly. In just a few short breaths, this place transformed into a zombie's paradise!
"All of you, go to hell! ! !"
The Cripple, looking down from his vantage point, spoke with a murderous expression. Under his control, the Corpse Ghouls present all let out savage roars.
The roars of the Corpse Ghouls drowned out the hisses of the Corpse Ghosts. As the Corpse Ghouls' roars sounded, the Corpse Ghosts present seemed to receive a command, and immediately launched a fierce assault on the living people in the area!
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Lu Wu cursed loudly, and with a single kick, sent the Corpse Ghost lunging at him flying. At the same time, Shui Ling, who was nearby, also struck at the Corpse Ghost attacking her.
"Protect the ordinary worshippers! Don't let these zombies harm them!"
Shui Ling sent the attacking zombie flying with a strike, then immediately gave orders to the other Night Watchers present.
In front of these zombies, ordinary people were like helpless children. No matter how devout they were to the divine, or how fearless of death they might be, in the face of absolute power, they were equally insignificant. If they couldn't receive effective protection, at most a single encounter would see them dead at the hands of these Corpse Ghosts, and then become one of them. As one of the former captains of the Gu Mo City Underworld Division, Shui Ling had ample experience dealing with zombies, and naturally understood the stakes involved. That was why she issued the order to the Night Watchers present to protect the ordinary worshippers.
Her actions were not only to protect the ordinary worshippers, but also to protect themselves. Once these worshippers died at the hands of the zombies and transformed into Corpse Ghosts, the number of enemies they would have to face would only increase.
Furthermore, this was the Death God Temple. If a large number of worshippers met a tragic end here, the loss would not merely be a few worshippers; it would also damage the Face of Yang Haoran, the Emissary of Death, and the entire Underworld Office!
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