"Run—!"
The four zombies moved with perfect coordination, turning and bolting.
The road behind them led downhill and was very smooth. With a few bounds and leaps—or simply by rolling—they reached the bottom of the slope.
Running away was practically their innate talent. They had long since mastered it.
"They're running that fast?"
Cucumber and the others looked down in surprise.
Pale green light surged around him, and his clawed fingers transformed into vines again, spreading downward like grasping tendrils.
The greenery rapidly extended, about to entangle them.
"Blast them!"
Seeing this, Shrimp Chaser quickly pulled out the Crystal Core Firearm tucked into his waistband. The moment he pulled the trigger, firepower poured forth at high speed.
Though his gun was not high-ranked, it was more than enough to sever the vines.
Boom boom boom boom!
Crystal Core energy exploded one after another, shredding the green vines. Blue smoke rose everywhere, carrying a pungent smell.
"Hiss... That burns!"
Cucumber immediately recoiled in pain, baring his teeth.
Meanwhile, the lackeys beside him took the opportunity to rush forward, their savage faces drawing closer and closer.
"Mist, lay down cover smoke!"
Flared Ears commanded.
"Got it!" Mist answered. Black smoke surged around him, and like a squid, he expelled a huge amount of fog.
Heavy Black Mist immediately engulfed the entire area.
The Central Province zombies charged into it and instantly lost their vision.
"What is this stuff?"
"It's so dark..."
"I can smell them. Follow me!"
"..."
One of the elites possessed an especially keen sense of smell. He led the other zombies onward in pursuit.
They moved through the darkness, as though there were no daylight at all.
"Can you smell anything? Where did they run off to?"
The zombies behind him were extremely uncomfortable, their voices urgent.
The zombie