Watching Hermione's magic gradually lose its effect, Kirk gritted his teeth. Now wasn't the time to worry about himself. He swung his dagger and charged into the Zombie Horde, trading blows with the Zombies one after another.
Every time Kirk killed a Zombie, he saw a glowing blue soul orb fly from its body into Hermione's Elder Wand in the distance.
The wand's glow brightened a little.
Hermione wasn't idle, either. She kept waving her wand and firing at the enemies slowly closing in behind them. Her magic was dazzlingly varied. Many Zombie Believers died without even knowing how—for instance, some were shrunk to the size of babies by Hermione's Engorgement-Reversing Charm, then trampled to death by their companions rushing up behind them.
At last, at the terrible cost of 23 contamination points, Kirk killed all the enemies in front and turned to fight again.
But he hadn't expected Leon, who had been convulsing on the ground, to suddenly jump up and grab Kirk by the throat as he passed!
Kirk was startled and tried to fight back, but Leon's eyes were bloodshot, his whites rolling wildly, and he was making a hoarse, gurgling sound. He looked exactly like the villagers who had lost their minds—nothing like a human being.
Fortunately, Kirk was stronger than Leon. After a brief struggle, he drove an elbow into Leon's nose, making blood gush from it. Leon let go of Kirk's throat, and Kirk took the opportunity to kick him to the ground.
The Zombies behind them finally broke through Hermione's magical defenses and pressed forward step by step.
Damn, the fighting's fierce, and the protagonist's fallen under the virus's control. What do we do now? Kirk thought.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth, pull out his treasured fire bomb, and