One Hundred Thousand Zombies

That zombie was naturally Flathead. With the battle being far too dangerous, he had been thinking of finding somewhere safe to hide for a while.

But at that moment, he felt a vicious aura bearing down on him. Turning his head, he found Flared Ears and the other two zombies.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Of course, we're here to screw you up!"

Flared Ears said viciously.

Flathead was terrified. He felt that they were ganging up on him with superior numbers.

"If you've got guts, fight me one-on-one!"

"Right! The three of us will take on you alone!"

Flared Ears stopped wasting words. He felt that his moment to earn glory had arrived, so he lunged forward, tackled Flathead, and pinned him to the ground.

Shrimp Chaser and Locomotive quickly followed, one grabbing his head and the other twisting his neck.

"Damn it, you have no martial ethics!"

Flathead suffered terribly, feeling like Flared Ears and the other two zombies were about to beat him into becoming truly brainless...

In the distance, Black Nightmare watched the battlefield, feeling that the signs of defeat were becoming increasingly apparent. Not only was their core combat strength inferior to the enemy's, but even their Low-Tier Zombies were being slaughtered.

But just then.

Dust rose on the distant horizon, accompanied by wave after wave of roars.

Black Nightmare hurriedly turned to look.

Zombie figures began appearing, charging madly in this direction. Their numbers grew ever greater, like a surging flood sweeping toward them.

The Zombie King leading them was fat, with a hand growing from his huge belly. His appearance was exceptionally bizarre.

It was the Provincial Capital Zombie King, Butcher!

Black Nightmare's eyes lit up.

"Reinforcements have finally arrived!"

Lin Dong, in the distance, also sensed the zombie presence. Looking up, he