The Anzhi soldiers on the walls of Marton City seemed accustomed to the scene below, and they showed no fear of these terrifying undead zombie monsters that struck fear into the hearts of all Human Clan on the continent. Instead, they watched with excitement, even starting betting games, as if everything was under their control.
"You... you... devil, you... you'll all die a horrible death..." A weak, angry voice cursed intermittently from the side.
"Hey, you're not quite dead yet, are you?"
Below the watchtowers of the city wall, hung more than a dozen blood-stained figures, each with a huge iron hook piercing through their shoulder blades, their bodies hanging alive like salted fish, suspended in the air. The pain they endured was unimaginable.
Of the eight figures, seven had already become corpses due to bleeding and pain. Only one tall figure, still clinging to his last breath, happened to wake up at this moment. Seeing the excited looks on the Anzhi soldiers' faces, he struggled and cursed.
These men were all warriors of the Alania Resistance Army in the city. After being captured alive by the Anzhi people, they were tortured and hung alive on the city wall as a warning to the other Alania people in the city. They had been hanging there for six days. The survivor was named Charles Adam, a Two-Star-Rank Warrior and one of the leaders of the resistance. Although his Dou Qi qi cultivation had been destroyed, his body was still strong, which was why he was able to hold on and not die.
In the past six days, in the limited time Adam had been recovering from excruciating pain, he had witnessed twenty-one tragedies. The Alania survivors outside the city walls had come to the city walls, pleading with the Anzhi people to open the gates, only to be refused entry and even used as live targets by these brutal Anzhi soldiers. Later, as zombies began to appear below the city and their numbers increased, the life-or-death struggle between the survivors seeking refuge and the zombies became a new source of amusement for the Anzhi people.
These demons, more despicable than zombies, take pleasure in this, and never tire of it.
"You... you beasts... you... you will suffer the retribution of the gods..." Adam cursed, enduring excruciating pain.
"Oh ho, looks like you're not in any pain at all, still have the energy to curse." An Anzhi soldier rolled his eyes, came up to Charles Adam, grabbed his dangling foot, and tugged hard.
"Ah..." Even Adam, a man of steel, couldn't help but let out a scream.
Huge black holes were pierced through his shoulders by iron hooks. The hooks had been scabbed over and were almost fused with his flesh. Maggots were swarming in the wounds. But with this tug, blood gushed out, the scabs broke, the injury worsened, and his bones were exposed. He lost consciousness.
"Hahaha, hahaha..." A group of Anzhi soldiers nearby burst into excited laughter.
Just then--
"Five minutes are almost up, guess who will win... Huh? What's that? Oh my god, by the gods, what's going on?" An Anzhi soldier was about to say something when he suddenly pointed down from the city wall and screamed wildly, as if he were a woman who had caught her husband cheating.
The other soldiers looked in the direction he pointed, and their mouths gaped open wide enough to fit a dragon egg.
They had been drawn to Adam earlier, and only now did they notice that, without them realizing it, the thousands upon thousands of zombies below had been completely wiped out, not a single one remaining, all turned to charcoal and lying on the ground. Meanwhile, the small group of Alania people survivors who had approached earlier had arrived at the city gate unharmed.
"Open the city gates!" a voluptuous female warrior shouted.
On the city wall, the soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, terrified.
Even now, they still didn't understand what they had missed, nor how the zombies had been killed. Looking down, they saw that most of the hundred-plus people below were ragged, mostly women and children. Even the able-bodied men looked disheveled, not like there were any experts among them.
"Loose the arrows! Shoot them dead, quick..."
The small legion atop the city gate instinctively sensed a threat from this squad of Alania survivors. Then, making the first reaction of a soldier when threatened, without a second thought, they decided to attack.
The rapid rise of the Anzhi people was due to several factors, including some unknown ones, but also to the strength of their army. Although the soldiers appeared to be undisciplined, their reactions were extremely fast. As soon as the officer finished speaking, arrows rained down like rain. Immediately afterward, the warning bell on the city wall rang, its sound resounding throughout the city and clearly carried outwards.
Below the city, a golden light curtain suddenly opened, protecting everyone inside with Sun Fei at its center. The whistling arrows were all deflected with a clang, falling helplessly to the ground.
"This welcome isn't very friendly; it seems the Anzhi people have no intention of sitting down and talking."
Sun Fei reached out and gently pushed, and the heavy steel city gate, which weighed a thousand pounds and required a mechanism to open, creaked open like a wooden door that had come loose in the wind, revealing the astonished Anzhi soldiers who were setting up their defenses behind it.
Just as Sun Fei was about to lead his men inside, he suddenly sensed something and said to Torres behind him, "Take them into the city first." He then flashed forward and instantly appeared atop the city wall, which was over twenty meters high.
Sun Fei's gaze fell on the seven corpses hanging from the iron hooks, and finally settled on the half-dead Charles Adam. With Sun Fei's discerning eye, he could naturally tell that this burly man had once been a Two-Star-Rank Warrior, but someone had crippled his Dou Qi. He was not quite dead yet, but he was just one breath away from taking his last breath.
From the blood-stained clothes, Sun Fei could tell that this was an Alania people.
"What power allowed him to endure such torture for so long?" Looking at the maggots in the horrifying wounds, Sun Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of shock. If it weren't for his strong belief and unwavering will, this man would never have survived to this day.
Sun Fei was somewhat shocked.
This is a man of steel, a true man.
His King raised his hand, and a gentle force surged forth, lifting Charles Adam up. At the same time, with a clang, the iron hook hanging on his back was split in two at the wound, without the slightest vibration.
His injuries were so severe that even a master like Sun Fei had to be careful, lest he aggravate the wound.
But at that moment, the unconscious Iron Man seemed to sense something and, with his astonishing willpower, forced himself to open his eyes and wake up.
Fourth update.