Earlier, everyone’s attention was drawn to those ancient soldiers. Now that it’s temporarily safe, the environnt has changed as expected.
Bodies everywhere, stench in the air!
This poisonous mist-like gas, inhaled into the lungs, surely spells doom!
"I feel like this mist is dissipating?"
Kim Myungjin looked afar and noticed the visibility had increased.
Now they could see roughly sixty ters ahead.
Everyone muttered, glancing at Lin Baici and then at Dudek, anyway they gave a glance to all Dragon Level leaders.
Having powerful leaders to guide the way brings such benefits; no need to fret over breaking the impasse, just follow their lead.
"God Lin, make a decision please!"
"God Lin, tell us directly what you need us to do, we won’t have any objections!"
"True to the Qin Palace, it’s so challenging!"
The wilderness group chatted noisily.
Since during the confrontation earlier, Lin Baici issued commands and led the charge, coupled with Xia Hongyao’s team having the most numbers and strongest power, everyone naturally listened to Lin Baici.
As for saying ’no objections,’ just listen casually, don’t take it seriously.
Let them do so non-dangerous chores, that’s okay, but when it cos to life-threatening situations, they’ll definitely find excuses.
"Who has tracking-type Divine Grace?"
Lin Baici asked loudly, "Currently, it seems killing that Great General could purify this pollution!"
The troubleso part is, the opponent actually escaped!
Really unbelievable!
No one responded.
It wasn’t clear if it’s because no one had such a Divine Grace or due to so concerns, they didn’t want to expose themselves.
"No one?"
Lin Baici glanced around, "Then we have to take it one step at a ti."
"Should we search in the direction those generals fled?"
Wang Helin suggested.
So people were quite lazy, mainly focusing on following Lin Baici to benefit indirectly.
Anyway, if they die, everyone dies together.
Lin Baici and the others had more status and power than themselves, if they died together, they’d lose much more, so why worry?
But quickly, those who had such thoughts couldn’t remain calm, because the surrounding corpses shakily stood up.
"What’s going on? Coming back to life?"
"Is this turning into zombies?"
"No wonder the BOSS fled, it could co back later to collect our bodies easily!"
Everyone’s nerves tightened instantly.
Those revived zombie soldiers straightened their attire, picked up their swords, so had their bellies split open, intestines exposed, they tugged the intestines over like tug-of-war, not bothering with the dirt on them, stuffing them directly into their bellies.
Zombie soldiers started charging, and with the movent, those intestines popped out again.
"Attack!"
Lin Baici wielded the Bronze Sword and led the charge forward.
Swipe!
Lin Baici sliced off a zombie soldier’s head and kicked its chest.
Bam!
The zombie soldier fell to the ground, motionless.
As Lin Baici lifted his foot to stride over it, the soldier suddenly swung a knife at Lin Baici’s thigh.
"Playing possum?"
Lin Baici squinted, his right foot twitched, kicking the blade.
"Be cautious, these soldiers are playing possum!"
Xia Hongyao shouted a warning.
A chaotic battle erupted.
The combat strength of these zombie soldiers was low, but their resilience was remarkable, even without heads, their bodies continued to fight.
"This isn’t a viable strategy!"
Gu Qingqiu watched the zombie soldiers crawling up in the distance and rushing over, her brows furrowing lightly.
Although these zombie soldiers weren’t currently harming anyone, given ti, it could change.
"They seem to keep attacking continuously!"
Xia Hongyao wracked her brains for a solution, "It’s still about killing the BOSS!"
Initially, there was no urgency, now it’s different. Zombie soldiers are endless in numbers, even Dragon Level experts will tire from continuous fighting.
These zombie soldiers apart from being physically wounded, decomposing, resembling a corpse, otherwise there’s no difference from a normal soldier.
As they charged, they roared from their throats at high speed.
Everyone had to keep moving swiftly; otherwise, they would be encircled and slaughtered by these zombie soldiers.
The sound of weapon clashes constantly echoed.
A thirty-sothing wilderness mber watched a large-bellied zombie soldier charging and slashed its head.
Slash!
Half a head fell off.
The wilderness mber witnessed such a terrifying scene, not batting an eye, kicked the zombie’s belly.
Get off!
Bam!
Amazingly, the zombie’s belly was blasted, with gases from decomposing organs rapidly spreading out.
So maggots were flying around too.
This wilderness mber attempted to retreat quickly, but the zombie soldier grabbed his ankle, by the ti he chopped off its right hand and ran out, he had inhaled quite a bit of corpse poison.
Spit spit!
Vomit!
This wilderness mber felt extrely nauseous, constantly spitting and even dry heaving.
Just as he was about to complain a few words, he noticed the nearby people all distancing themselves, avoiding him like a plague.
His heart skipped a beat.
"What’s wrong?"
The wilderness mber quickly lowered his head to check.
"Your face..."
Soone pointed out.
This wilderness mber not only inhaled so corpse poison miasma, but also had corpse fluids spattered on his face, now all those spots had turned purple and were rapidly spreading.
"What’s wrong with my face?"
The wilderness mber hurriedly touched his face, wanting to ask but felt dizzy, nauseated to the point he couldn’t speak, left with only dry heaving.
Vomit! Vomit!
The wilderness mber retched, seemingly ready to vomit his organs out.
The nearby people were cautious, moving further away.
Nothing they could do,
This is obviously from so toxin erosion!
Whistle whistle whistle!
Within the zombie soldiers, there were archers, focusing fire on this wilderness mber.
"God Lin, help !"
The wilderness mber cried out, now weak and rapidly losing stamina.
Lin Baici glanced back.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Several arrows pierced the wilderness mber’s body.
The death spots on his face rapidly expanded, resembling a birthmark.
[Stop watching, it’s hopeless!]
[Inhaling corpse poison miasma, the respiratory system will rapidly fail in a short ti.]
’Is the mist in this battlefield considered miasma?’
Lin Baici inquired further.
A response from Eater God wasn’t necessary; he already had the answer.
Because within this miasma, much arose from the decomposition of these corpses.
[Yes, so within six hours, you must either kill the general or capture a scout to lead you out!]
’Capture a scout?’
Lin Baici’s eyes flashed: ’What do the scouts look like?’
Eater God did not reply.
"Qingqiu, Eri, which country’s soldiers are these?"
Lin Baici wasn’t familiar with the Warring States Period, though he had watched a few related films, but those costus might not restore historical accuracy.
Lin Baici could only ask these two.
Gu’s alumni are knowledgeable, while Eri-chan has a hobby; maybe they’re well-versed.
"Judging by their attire, they resemble soldiers from Zhao."
Gu Qingqiu, who had been to museums and reviewed so historical materials, replied: "Why?"
"Do you know what this army’s scout looks like?"
Lin Baici speculated that scouts probably had horses, maybe he could start from that aspect!
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