The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

He watched as the silver-white giant raised the jet-black longsword in his hand.

The group of humanoid figures, each with a different appearance, who were at the forefront of the zombie horde, showed no fear or dread whatsoever.

Their gazes pierced through the churning dark fog and landed on the silhouette of the silver giant. The sticky liquid swirling in their eyes made their expressions appear somewhat unreal, but their greed was undeniable, without the slightest pretense.

At this moment, they were completely blinded by the strange fluctuations emanating from the silver-white giant, and nothing could stop them.

That is divinity, something they have always longed for.

No corpse species of rank 10 or above could resist such temptation.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!" Several deep voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The massive corpses beneath them immediately increased their stride frequency, and the ground trembled even more intensely amidst the ongoing shaking. The lower-level corpses also quickened their pace at the same time.

At the same time, the human figures exchanged glances, confirming their final plan.

The humanoid zombie with four eyes and fluffy yellow ears turned its head to confirm that the surrounding figures were all in position before speaking:

"Let the lower-ranking members of our race go first, let that human kill some of them!"

"While weakening their strength, we can also lower their guard."

The figures beside them nodded in agreement.

Seeing that everyone was of the same race and there were no problems, the four-eyed corpse continued:

"Then we split into three groups."

"One team will engage from the front, another will flank and encircle from both sides, and the last team will disregard everything else and head straight for the human's rear to cut off their escape route!"

"Once the encirclement is complete, that will be the time for the commander to strike and capture them!"

The group of zombies nodded in agreement, offering no objections.

But then, a humanoid zombie with two long fangs suddenly emerged from its mouth and said, "We've allocated all our power to that human, so what about the tasks assigned by the leaders of the forbidden zone?"

The sound brought a brief silence to the surroundings.

Several pairs of eyes turned from different directions, scrutinizing or questioning, as if trying to confirm: Whose subordinate is this, and why is he so ignorant?

Having completed the task, what could those so-called adults possibly offer them—divinity that even those adults themselves would envy?

Giving them even a small amount would be considered generous!

Besides, the so-called mission is simply to attack human strongholds and tie down as many of the human forces as possible.

This does not conflict with what they are doing now.

After all, wasn't that silver giant a core member of the human force? Their plan to capture that human was exactly the same as their mission! The only difference was the order in which they were carried out.

The atmosphere remained tense for a moment before the four-eyed humanoid zombie finally couldn't stand it any longer. It glanced at the fanged zombie who had spoken and said, "Timing is also important when doing missions!"

"It's not that we don't want to do the tasks assigned by the adults, but that we should do them slowly and in an orderly manner."

"Let the capable members of the clan, but those with slightly worse conditions, do the work first and gain merit. Then, let the members who do it first motivate those who do it later, and ultimately the mission will be completed."

Upon hearing the words of the four-eyed corpse, the group of humanoid corpses standing atop the ninth-tier corpses: ...

How can they justify sending lower-ranking members of their own race to their deaths and deplete the power of human strongholds? Has this been corrupted by humans?

But with divinity at their feet, they didn't care about anything else.

But then, the fanged corpse that had just raised the question suddenly said, "If we split into three groups, who will be responsible for holding them off from the front? You know, the other side knows the rules."

Upon hearing this, all the other humanoid zombies turned their gazes to it.

Fanged Corpse: What does this mean?

The four-eyed corpse glanced at it again, then leaped to the side of the fanged corpse.

It patted the fanged corpse on the shoulder, paused, and then added in a calm tone, "I think my cousin is very suitable for this task."

"Right, everyone agrees?"

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the other figures also fell upon him, as if they had tacitly agreed to something.

Upon seeing this, the fanged corpse immediately tried to speak, "What—"

But before it could finish speaking, the four-eyed corpse interrupted it, saying, "It's alright. The rules may be strong, but how much of their power can that human actually utilize?"

"Moreover, the largest number of personnel are deployed for direct containment."

"At that time, you don't need to go yourself, just let the ninth-rank clansmen lead the lower-rank clansmen to charge first."

"But the battle lines on the left and right flanks and those cutting off the rear are different."

"If we want to stop them, we'll have to take action ourselves."

"Brother, think about it. What if that human gets surrounded and tries to break through like a cornered beast?"

"Which way will he try to break through then?"

"Left? Right? Or retreat directly?"

"Any of these are possible."

"But surely they won't charge towards our main force?"

"So, cousin, while directly confronting this task may seem dangerous, it's actually not safe at all..."

"Oh no, actually it's the option with the least risk."

"All we need to do is command the lower-ranking members of our race to restrain the enemy."

After hearing what the four-eyed corpse said, the fanged corpse, feeling that something was off, wanted to say something more: "That—"

The fangs opened their mouths slightly, but before they could utter a word, the four-eyed corpse had already turned its gaze away and towards the silver-white giant:

At this moment, the distance between the two sides had reached an extremely delicate level!

Then, without further hesitation, the four-eyed zombie ordered, "Begin the operation!"

As soon as it finished speaking, its figure suddenly rose into the air, drawing a short arc in the sky, and dashed towards the left side of the silver giant.

At the same time, after the four-eyed zombie charged, the other humanoid zombies also moved, taking off one after another and charging in different directions toward the silver giant.

In a short while, the humanoid corpses dispersed in the dark mist.

Watching them disappear into the distance, the Fanged Corpse could only grit its teeth and issue the command to its ninth-tier and lower-tier brethren below: "Forward!!!"

"charge!!!"

But as it shouted, the enormous corpse beneath it seemed to be moving even slower than before, and its figure lagged slightly behind the horde of corpses.

On the other side, at the brow of the silver-white phantom, Wu You's gaze pierced through the dark mist, sweeping over the scattered human figures.

He didn't change his stance, but simply watched as the humanoid zombies took their positions and the zombie horde in front of him began to accelerate forward.

Those ninth-tier corpses, leading their lower-tier troops, had already reached a position not far from the illusory form, their footsteps creating a dense, continuous sound as they advanced through the dark mist.

Wu You's gaze did not follow any particular figure, but rather took in the entire formation.

A few breaths later, a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Finally, we're within the optimal attack range."

The next moment, the silver giant drew his sword and took a step forward.