The surrounding zombies were all starting to converge on me. It looked like... the other guy knew he couldn't kill me in a one-on-one fight, so he was planning to gang up on me.
Of course, it wasn't certain who'd be beating up whom!
The whip struck the zombie, but he didn't even slow down. This guy... was he immune to electricity, too?
I raised an eyebrow. Behind me, my enormous wings, with a wingspan of thirty meters, suddenly spread wide.
The feathers covering them began to fall.
In no time, my wings were left bare.
The zombies paid no attention to the black feathers scattered across the ground. One by one, they stepped right over them.
No—rather than say they hadn't noticed, it was more that even if they had, they were too preoccupied to care.
As feathers rained down from the sky, the short, squat, fat zombie in front of me seemed to have run out of patience. He charged at me.
His stiff face showed no expression at all.
But a glint flashed in his pale blue eyes, making me frown slightly.
This guy knew full well he wasn't a match for me, yet he hadn't run. Either he was stupid, or he had some other plan.
But what exactly was he trying to do?
I was puzzled, but my hands didn't stop moving. I raised my hand and whipped at the zombie again. This time,
he still didn't dodge. Instead, his tail suddenly lifted
and whipped around behind him. The gleaming hook shot straight toward me!
Seeing where the hook was aimed, I was just about to dodge in the opposite direction when a sudden, intense sense of danger hit me from my left.
But by then, I'd already turned my body, and my balance was