The Zombie Kings arrived one after another, radiating powerful auras.
Surrounded, Cucumber stared blankly at it all, despair in his eyes.
"Why?"
"Why would so many Zombie Kings come to rescue a fringe leader?"
He simply couldn't understand it. It defied all reason.
Tank spoke in his gruff, guileless voice.
"Do you even need to ask? If little brother Ears is in trouble, of course we'll help. Don't any Zombie Kings help you in your Corpse Nest?"
"Uh..."
Cucumber froze slightly. Those words felt like a blade driven into his chest.
That hurt...
Because if he got into trouble, there definitely wouldn't be this many Zombie Kings coming to help him.
They were both fringe leaders, so why was there such a huge difference between their lives as zombies?
Cucumber suddenly realized that this group of zombies... seemed different from an ordinary Corpse Nest.
"Brother Ke! Help me kill him!"
Flared Ears shouted from a distance.
"Sure thing." Tank raised his massive fist and brought it crashing straight down at him.
Feeling the immense pressure descend, Cucumber looked up blankly. The fist grew larger and larger in his pupils, and he no longer offered any resistance.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the zombie burst into pieces.
He had truly become smashed cucumber...
With that, they had taken care of every Central Province zombie in the Corpse Nest.
Little Eight swept her gaze around and spoke.
"Looks like there aren't any powerful Zombie Kings left anywhere in the Southern Province, just a few scraps. I think we can tell Doctor to bring the Star Destroyer over."
"Yeah, we need to hurry toward the Central Province. The boss has probably already arrived."
Little Black spoke in a raspy voice.
The other Zombie Kings bristled with ferocity at his words. This meant they