Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 24: Our City Has Declined
He came to life.

The gang leader known as Takagi, whose heart and lungs were pierced by flame bombs and burned, came back to life.

No, not resurrection. It was movement. A thin, thin layer of black smoke rose from the corpse, and the next moment, the newly deceased body was covered in lividity!
It raised its hands, its eyes filled with cloudiness. Its body was filled with the stench of corpses, and a strange roar emanated from its throat.

“Uh…”

Wu Chen frowned.

He raised his foot and stomped it down. His heavy new hiking boots crushed Takagi's head.

Not a ghoul.

There was no blue light emanating from the eyes, and the flesh had not withered. This wasn't a dragon's curse, nor was it Duneville's manipulation.

So what is this?
A thought flashed through his mind, reflecting on the weariness that permeated Fuluo and the slight strangeness within himself. Some unknown power was now permeating Fuluo, and it must have begun to fully operate!
New alien projection.

Or maybe some rare local specialty.

Wu Chen waved his hand, and the dragon priest's mask once again covered his face. And during this brief moment of thought, he heard screams and roars coming from outside the door.

"Stop! Stop! What are you trying to do!"

"Help! He's biting me!"

"Ahhhhh! Pull him away! Pull him away! Aaaaaahhh!"

Some people died, and some people died and came back to life.

Wu Chen was certain that he hadn't killed anyone in the previous battle. At most, a few particularly hostile individuals had been slightly injured.

He pushed open the door.

The expected scene came into his eyes.

Those who were most seriously injured had already turned into corpse-like strange creatures covered in corpse-feeling corpses, and they opened their alienated bloody mouths and bit the flesh and blood of their former companions fiercely!
Wu Chen thought of a Western Continent TV series called The Walking Dead.

There was a virus that lived in everyone's body. Once a person died, no matter what the cause, they would be driven by the virus in their body and transformed into a zombie-like monster.

Could it be this?
He raised his hand, gripping the Desert Eagle with its unlimited ammunition. He could already faintly hear the clatter of vehicles crashing and the screams of people on the street outside the shop. Thinking back to the police car, perhaps the fire of disaster had already been ignited in the dark corner before he even set foot in Fuluo.

"Bang!" A shot.

"Bang, bang, bang—" Several shots were fired in succession.

Wu Chen dispatched several zombie-like monsters on the spot, leaving only those scratched and bitten to writhe and writhe. The few uninjured fled, screaming in panic. Meanwhile, Wu Chen casually picked up a smartphone from the table beside him, its screen lit up, and began searching.

Information about "The Walking Dead" can still be searched.

So, what appears here is not "The Walking Dead", but something else.

I have a bit of a headache.

To go or to stay?
His eyes swept over the most seriously injured of the scratched people. He then strode forward, but before he could get close to the seriously injured person's body, he saw that the dying person's body suddenly became covered with corpse spots, and the next moment he became a freshly baked zombie and roared.

"Bang——" Headshot.

The exploding blood and broken bones splattered everywhere once again, and the eyes of the other injured were suddenly filled with madness and terror.

"Help... Help! I don't want to die... Save me!"

They made desperate noises as they struggled to escape. Everyone else had already fled, and the next moment, Wu Chen frowned slightly.

The crisis came from outside the wall.

Armor works on the shell.

And at the moment when the magic light covered his entire body——

‘Boom——’

The wall shattered with a crash, and a heavily loaded dump truck slammed directly into the garage. Several people were grazed, and the unlucky person caught in the middle was instantly killed. The attacking dump truck then erupted in a shower of sparks, blazing with flames!

explosion.

An explosion, accompanied by impact and fire.

The impact point of the dump truck was where Wu Chen stood, and the entire auto repair shop was engulfed in flames by the explosion.

A little hot.

But it doesn't hurt.

Blazing flames and flying metal fragments danced on the outer shell of the iron armor. Amidst the sea of ​​fire and gusts of air, Wu Chen traversed the burning ruins and shattered earth. He pushed open the torn, collapsed outer iron gate, and a chaotic, broken, and even desperate city came into view.

People, feeling weak, stayed at home, in the office, or in other places of rest. Living in small groups and being alone, they were unable to fight against the multiple enemies that appeared around them.

Screams rang out from every building, and behind every window, someone struggled. Every dancing shadow symbolized despair and death. And every second, someone fell from the surrounding buildings.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh—”

They fell to the ground in a bloody mess.

They fell into the chaotic crowd, bringing more terror.

"Zombie! It's a zombie!"

If everyone has this understanding, then it's not a zombie. But it's not ruled out that it's some kind of zombie variant.

until--

Wu Chen suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at several zombie-like monsters. Suddenly, without any warning, large chunks of flesh and blood fell off one of them!

'Boom—'

One shot.

Target hit.

The effect is different from what was expected.

The bullet from this rare Desert Eagle was incredibly powerful, yet it should have killed the creature outright, but instead it only ripped a massive hole in the chest of the shed flesh.

It's still standing, it's still moving.

The shed corpse was reduced to a pile of white bones. A large bone sword, seemingly from nowhere, was already held in its skeletal hands!
It's a skeleton soldier.

It's a magical creation.

Different from Duneville's soul stripping, the undead that appeared here was the result of another completely different spell!

It and the several zombies around it roared and pounced towards Wu Chen on the spot!

Wu Chen frowned.

It is not the time to use spells yet, at least not now, there is no need to use large-scale attack spells.

But, you can give it a try.

The most important thing for close-range shooting is a steady mindset. And facing a few opponents who pose no threat and can be easily dispatched, there's naturally no room for trembling.

Flames erupted, and several zombies instantly became dead. The skeleton soldier, with a large hole in his chest, rushed forward, and Wu Chen swung the crowbar in his hand.

'clang--'

Swords clashed, the force feeding back into the flesh and bones. The skeletons, stripped of flesh and blood, possessed far greater strength and speed than intact zombies, and were vastly superior to ordinary mortals.

Wu Chen remembered the bottle of holy water he had received as a gift at the foot of the Sangu Ridge.

He stepped forward, exerting a sudden force and shattering the skeleton soldier's bullet-pierced sternum. He sheathed his pistol and plunged his fingers into the shattered bone. Using the skeleton soldier's bones as cover, the brilliance of the restoration system vanished in a flash.

Healing Hands, a restoration spell with effects on living creatures. According to Hera Mori's notes, it only needed a slight adjustment to deal damage to undead equivalent to the healing power. However, this spell was too low-level, with a long and noticeable delay, making it unsuitable for the battle atop Bone-Breaking Ridge.

but--

"Gara—" Divine power emanated faintly. The next moment, the skeleton soldiers, still retaining some vitality, melted rapidly like snow under the light—their internal support completely disappeared in an instant, and their form collapsed like sand.

It's a regular undead.

Yet there are so many of them.

In just a moment, the sight of the molted skeletons numbered no less than ten fingers. They roared and rushed into the crowds or tall buildings, killing indiscriminately, and many individuals also pounced towards Wu Chen's position.

Don't stay here for long.

Wu Chen pursed his lips and fired repeatedly at the approaching attackers. He kept moving, searching for a drivable vehicle.

until--

——[Kill 10 lower-level undead and gain 1 resource point.]

An inorganic reminder sounded in his mind. After the Misty Tower, Wu Chen finally heard about the harvest of resources again.

……Oh shit.

He suddenly stopped walking away.

(End of this chapter)