Under the Ice-Armored Zombie King's lead, they hurried all the way toward Quicksand City, crossing wastelands and deserts along the way.
The Zombie Tide swept through, sending other creatures scattering. Any foolish enough not to get out of the way became snacks for Tank, Little Eight, and the others.
Before long, they were about to reach their destination.
Quicksand City was now a scene of utter desolation, filled with ruins blanketed beneath thick snow. Yet countless zombies wandered through the collapsed buildings.
Sometimes they shuffled about, sometimes they stood still, low growls rumbling from their throats as their terrifying faces twisted into savage expressions.
In the core area of the Corpse Nest, many elite underlings were stationed, led by two Zombie Kings.
One of them was tall and broad, his skin dry and cracked like snake scales. Most striking of all, he had nine thick snake tails, making for a truly horrifying sight.
The Zombie King beside him was no weaker, his aura brimming with ferocity.
"Malai, when do you think we'll become number one in the Northern Border?"
"I think it'll be soon."
The nine-tailed Zombie King spoke, then immediately added, "Oh, right, Ganba. You should call me the Nine-Tailed Snake Demon now. Stop calling me by my real name."
"Then don't call me Ganba either. Call me the Desert Star."
The other Zombie King crossed his arms.
Malai nodded readily in agreement.
"Okay, Ganba."
"..."
As the two spoke, several elite underlings came sprinting over from the distant ruins. They were agile and swift, their expressions somewhat urgent.
"Bosses, bad news! A massive Zombie Tide is approaching our territory."
"Oh?"
Malai and the other Zombie King looked surprised.
The situation in the Northern Border was simple. Aside from Red Eyes, the absolute overlord currently fighting the Indian Zombie