"Hold the line!!"
"Boom!! Boom boom!"
On the narrow six-kilometer-long front line, hundreds of millions of zombies surged forward like rolling waves, one wave after another.
At the crest of the tide, zombies crazily flailed their arms and clawed at the air, only to be shoved beneath the following tide of zombies the next second and trampled into mush.
With such unimaginable numbers, the zombie tide at the very front was not so much moving forward on its own as being covered and pushed ahead by the endless tide of zombies behind it.
No matter how dense the artillery fire was, or how many skills were hurled down,
the gaps created in an instant were often filled just as quickly.
On the front line, more than seven hundred Third Order Awakeners served as an interception force, constantly battling the Mutants within the zombie tide.
Under Third Order supersonic combat, they were like black specks, and after brief collisions, one side would always explode in midair.
On the ground, in the air, underground.
High-intensity battles erupted without cease.
On the ground, Second-Order Awakeners organized into combat squads of one hundred wore Exoskeleton Mecha. The artillery fire spinning in their hands converged in midair like sickles.
The firelight illuminated the faces of the Awakeners, while the shell casings they fired seemed to form a massive fire dragon that shot toward the giant Mutants within the zombie tide.
Ice, flame, poison mist, earthen spikes—
When skills were combined with Spiritual Energy Technology, the entire battlefield resembled a magnificent painting, dazzling and brilliant.
Yet beneath that dazzling display lay the most extreme cruelty.
At the edge of the battlefield,
with a large number of Second-Order Mutants supporting it, a giant Mutant with an upper body resembling a lighthouse and a lower body resembling a