Splat!
A smaller black bird was severed from head to body. Black blood sizzled from the half of its fallen head, while the wings on its lower body still flapped. The scene was especially bizarre.
Swish!
The silver scythe flung droplets of black blood through the air. By the time it returned behind Jiang Lingruo, it was spotless once more, concealing a silver gleam.
Everyone in Fifth Squad stared blankly at the scene. Jiang Lingruo had moved too quickly; only after the black bird had been killed did they realize what had happened. Before that, there had been no movement at all, and no one had noticed anything unusual.
A Black Radiance Squad member stepped forward and crouched to carefully inspect the black bird's corpse, his voice carrying a trace of surprise. "A Flying Zombie."
"Such a small Flying Zombie?"
Like First Squad, everyone in Fifth Squad was deeply puzzled by this question.
But they quickly came around. Not only had they encountered similar cases before, they had also been reminded of them repeatedly during training. They had committed every piece of currently available information on Second Generation Zombies to memory.
"How should we handle it? Hand it over to the research department?" The person crouching on the ground looked up at Jiang Lingruo and asked.
Everyone else also turned to Jiang Lingruo, their gazes filled with the respect and trust due a captain. Whether they risked transporting this Second Generation Zombie corpse back to Langya for the research department, or took the safer route and burned it, all it took was one word from Jiang Lingruo—even if, in terms of service in the Langya Army, Jiang Lingruo, who had likely been parachuted in, had the least seniority present.
But no one expected—
Swish!
Jiang Lingruo suddenly drew the massive