When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

"That damn mad dog is here again?!"

"Damn it, does it have nothing better to do?! This is the tenth time today!"

"That damned mad dog comes to harass our zombie clan every day. He hits us and then runs away, then hits us again. He's like a piece of chewing gum. At least a hundred of our clansmen have died in this period of time."

"We should have killed that mad dog back then; things wouldn't be so passive now!"

"Sigh, I don't know anything else about that mad dog, but its ability to run away is top-notch. Even the efforts of several elders couldn't stop it..."

"Forget it, given that mad dog's vengeful nature, it's probably going to be difficult to get rid of him. Let's activate the alarm. This time it's probably another surprise attack, a hit-and-run scenario."

The two newly born zombies guarding the ancestral land of zombies looked helplessly at the ever-approaching dark waves, as if they had long been used to it.

This is not the first time.

Ever since the zombies chased after that big yellow dog but failed to kill it, they've really offended that dog.

The mad dog retaliated fiercely against the zombies afterward, frequently bringing a large pack of puppies to harass them.

If I don't come here ten or eight times a day, I'm doing myself a disservice.

Sometimes, before they even fight, they just show their face, take a piss at the door, and then disappear without a trace. It's like they're taking a bunch of puppies out for a walk.

It was truly disgusting, and it was truly unpleasant!

When dealing with that mad dog before, it wasn't that other races didn't intervene, but the zombie race clearly drew the utmost hatred and received "detached" treatment.

The zombies did consider fighting back, but most zombies weren't fast; two legs couldn't compete with four-wheel drive.

In addition, that mad dog repeatedly held the rear, absorbing most of the pressure for those puppies...

After repeated failed attempts to encircle and annihilate him, the zombie clan gave up. Since they couldn't catch that mad dog anyway, they decided to let him go, since that mad dog was unlikely to actually invade their ancestral land.

After repeated harassment with deception and trickery, the zombie clan's attitude towards the idiot dog changed dramatically, believing that this big move might just be a feint.

However, these two newborn zombies clearly hadn't read any military strategy and didn't know the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf."

When you think something is fake, an unexpected event might happen, and it might become real.

Outside the ancestral land, as far as the eye could see, countless ferocious beasts appeared one after another, some spewing ice and fire, some emitting sharp sonic waves, and some shooting out sharp hairs, constantly launching long-range attacks on the surrounding buildings and wantonly smashing them.

The two newborn zombies, who were slowly preparing to trigger the alarm, were instantly turned into mincemeat by an overwhelming ranged attack.

As a clever dog who had once studied military strategy, Silly Dog understood that the strongest thing about the zombie race was their physical body. In this respect, even many strange creatures could not compare to them. He refused to let his puppies fight them head-on. If they were to fight, they should fight from a distance, engage in harassment warfare, and wage guerrilla warfare!

A single mutated vicious dog might not be able to defeat the weakest zombie, but five, ten, or even ten dogs working together—surely they couldn't possibly lose!

If the quality isn't good, then focus on quantity!

Anyway, it has plenty of underlings, and what it wants is to have a lot of dogs and a strong force, and to gang up on its opponents!

As for a one-on-one fight? You're crazy! Times have changed!

With the sudden attack, the entire zombie race was finally alerted.

That mad dog actually did it for real!!!

Many of the zombies that had just jumped out of their coffins were quickly attacked by several mutated vicious dogs. They were forced to retreat repeatedly, and their skin, which was as tough as metal, was quickly breached and torn like paper.

Among them, a one-eyed black dog was particularly fierce, constantly emitting visible sonic waves that easily penetrated the zombie's iron-like defenses, exploding inside and killing it.

This one-eyed black dog was the first lackey that the silly dog ​​subdued. Not only was it strong, but its abilities were also specifically designed to counter the bodies of zombies.

Soon, under the sudden attack, the zombie race suffered heavy losses, with many newborn zombies dying, and began to retreat steadily.

The silly dog, who was stationed at the rear, was riding on the back of a giant dog that looked dazed and kept drooling. He was smoking a cigar and holding a fishing rod with a big bone hanging from it. He kept waving it in front of the dazed giant dog, like he was fishing.

"Big...bone..."

The mentally challenged giant dog drooled as it stared at the large bone that was constantly shaking in front of it.

This seemingly foolish giant dog is the second powerful member of its kind that the big yellow dog has subdued. Although it looks foolish and silly, like a stupid dog, its physical strength is no weaker than that of the zombie race. Moreover, it has the ability to "berserk giant," which allows it to transform into a berserk behemoth and charge mindlessly.

Although this big, dumb dog is quite strong, he is not very bright and often accidentally hurts his own kind. He also has a huge appetite and is constantly ostracized by his own kind. He lives alone outside, either picking up food that others don't want to eat or, when he is extremely hungry, stealing it.

When the silly dog ​​encountered this big, dumb guy, he saw him fighting a five-meter-tall mountain demon. The guy was headbutting the demon and eventually killed it. The dog was amazed and, tempted by the promise of three meals a day, took the guy under his wing and made him his personal mount.

Something is wrong!

The silly dog ​​looked at the "army of vicious dogs" that was gradually gaining the upper hand, but it was not excited at all. Instead, it frowned and felt a bad premonition.

It went so smoothly!

Everything is going too smoothly!

The zombie race seemed to have been caught off guard and suffered heavy losses, but most of those who died were just newly born zombies.

None of the truly powerful zombies or the terrifyingly strong old guys showed themselves!

Its own danger perception ability constantly sends warnings to the stupid dog!

Clearly, this is a trap set for it!

It's been set up!

The silly dog's expression changed, and it let out a howl without hesitation.

"Awooo!!!"

[Dog language: Retreat]

At the same time, the silly dog ​​suddenly plucked its fur and blew hard, which transformed into clumps of writhing, pitch-black liquid that spread wildly and turned into several hellhounds clad in bone armor.

The "bastards," who were on a frenzied attack and were still basking in the joy of their overwhelming victory, suddenly heard the "King's" command. They froze for a moment, then turned and retreated without hesitation.

Dogs have an instinct ingrained in their genes that allows them to instantly and fully demonstrate their obedience to the strong.

This is one of the reasons why the silly dog ​​was able to turn the entire maze upside down with these mutated vicious dogs.

Seeing that the silly dog ​​had discovered something amiss and began to order a retreat, the "guy" who had been lurking in the shadows could no longer contain himself.

Boom!

Suddenly, dark shadows emerged from the shadows and lunged at the retreating army of vicious dogs.

One after another, terrifying zombies and malevolent spirits exuding resentment suddenly appeared on the battlefield, charging towards the retreating army of vicious dogs like dumplings being wrapped.

Before they could even begin to intercept them, several "hellhounds" exuding a terrifying aura charged towards them, spewing out raging hellfire from their mouths to stop them.