The Last Full Meal

In every previous invasion war beyond the realms, Lu Wu had needed to spend long years conquering a world.

Because war was not merely a simple exchange of attacks. Once the weaker side recognized the disparity in strength, they would inevitably choose to defend rather than foolishly continue fighting head-on.

That was why previous Conquests beyond the realms had all taken a long time.

Sometimes years, sometimes decades.

But this battle was different. The Zombie Species feared no death and endlessly threw themselves into the slaughter.

The Players killed happily, while the Zombie Species ate happily.

As a result, this Conquest beyond the realms progressed extremely quickly. In just nine months, the Players had slaughtered nearly half of all Zombie Species.

But what did that matter to the Zombie Species? As long as they could eat, they could keep going.

As for the deaths of their kin, they simply did not care.

In that regard, they were extremely similar to the Players of the past.

Whether their teammates died was never the important part. Killing monsters and getting Soul Coins was what mattered. At critical moments, they would even stab their teammates in the back for Soul Coins.

The Zombie Species were the same.

Eating was the only thing that mattered to them. They did not care whether their kin died, and at crucial moments, they would even kill their kin just to eat.

The Netherworld Corpse Legion had originally been formed from creatures of different worlds. To them, their kin were entirely dispensable.

In this war, both sides had developed a tacit understanding and a strange mutual appreciation.

But stopping the war was impossible. Even if the Players agreed, the Zombie Species would not.

If there was no war, what were they supposed to eat? That was the only