"Heh heh."
"Let light envelop the earth."
A mutant zombie abruptly appeared at a base of over a thousand people-a base that was by no means small.
The moment it arrived, the mutant seemed to unleash its ultimate move.
A glowing sphere three meters across appeared above its head, like a miniature sun, radiating brilliant white light.
Holy Light shone down.
It was strange that a zombie, a symbol of evil, could use an ability that looked so holy.
In that single instant, all twenty-odd members guarding the base's entrance died horribly, as though they had been roasted alive.
All the moisture in their bodies evaporated in an instant.
They had no chance to resist.
The mutant stepped forward, grabbed one, and started gnawing.
"They've turned into jerky. Not very tasty. Meat tastes better when it's juicy."
The mutant approached a member with ghostlike speed, tore him apart effortlessly, and began to feast.
Someone beside him collapsed in terror, too frightened to move. This zombie was simply too horrifying.
The mutant chuckled. "Don't panic. I won't kill you just yet."
It was intelligent enough to know that meat tasted bad when it was no longer fresh.
Chang Yuan, the leader of the base, rushed over when he heard the news. From a considerable distance, he watched the mutant with a flickering gaze.
This thing was simply beyond anything humans could fight.
Nearly a year had passed since the apocalypse, and survivors had developed some theories about why certain zombies suddenly became so powerful.
Survivors often found mutant corpses and dug out their crystals, so the mutants' secret had more or less been exposed.
These things did not live long. The stronger they were, the shorter their lives.
One could even say that mutants were both a nightmare and a blessing.