"Zombie Tide? The variety of monsters within this Dragon Lair Anomalous Area is indeed unimaginably rich."
Inside the giant tower laboratory, Tang Qi sighed as he watched the scene on the Light Screen before him.
At this moment, the Investigation Team, now reduced to just over two hundred people, was trapped within a Boulder Array.
Aside from the ceaseless blizzard sweeping toward them, even more terrifying were the crazed human figures charging at them one after another.
Their numbers could not be determined for the moment, but they certainly far exceeded those of the Investigation Team. Their bodies were covered in mangled flesh, with countless wounds and bloodstains across their faces, abdomens, arms, and other areas. Their expressions were crazed and their gazes dull. No, most of their eyeballs had already rotted away.
A powerful stench emanated from them. They ran incredibly fast, mouths stretched wide as they craved the investigators' fresh flesh and blood.
Their bodies and clothing varied from new to old, spanning an enormous range of styles. Some wore modern clothing, some wore the burlap favored by Dark Age farmers, some wore aristocratic garments, and many wore soldiers' uniforms... Their ethnicities were equally varied: Slavs, Uralic People, people from elsewhere on the Old Continent, and even some Asians. They had everything.
What they had in common was a single mark somewhere on their bodies—between their brows, on their arms, or elsewhere: an abstract dragon-shaped symbol, crimson in color.
Vast, fragmented pieces of information converged.
Supernatural Creature: Dragon Lair Zombie.
Status: Hungry.
Information Fragment One: Ever since a piece of divine flesh from the Master of Flesh, "Abodolas Ophelia," descended upon the Ural Snowfield, any creature that died within the radiation zone of divine contamination would no longer decay into dust. They would undergo varying degrees and directions