Chapter 644: The Peak of Evolution

At the same time, not only the human survivors, but also the zombies who still retained human intelligence, also noticed the existence of the drone swarm.

The Fountain subway station was once one of the bustling transportation hubs of the night market, but now it is occupied by a group of zombies and has become their nest.

"Drone! There's a drone coming!"

In the shadows of the subway station entrance, two alert zombies stood up at the same time and whimpered excitedly.

Wuuwuwu~ "You stay here and continue to be on guard. I will go report to the leader!"

Woohoo~ "Okay, okay, go quickly!"

At the urging of his companions, the zombie who reported the news quickly turned around and crawled into the subway station.

The entrance to the subway station was blocked by collapsed concrete blocks and twisted metal railings, leaving only a narrow crack, like a gap leading to hell.

When the messenger ghoul passed through this gap, it was visible to the naked eye that the edges of the cracks were covered with dried blood and broken bones, and the air was filled with a strong stench that made the ghost feel relaxed and happy.

Inside the subway station, the dim lights had long been turned off, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the cracks, barely illuminating the road ahead. The walls were covered with scratches and blood, as if countless desperate souls had struggled here.

Creak, creak, creak~

The messenger ghoul was crawling in the darkness as fast as a fish, stepping on the incomplete corpses with exposed bones on the ground, just like stepping on a few pieces of Colonel's chicken nuggets that were thrown away without being eaten.

Crunchy!

The core of the nest is located on the security level of the subway station, which has been converted into a huge bacon warehouse.

There were a large number of iron chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling, with densely packed and severely decayed zombie corpses hanging upside down. The pus-yellow corpse fluid dripped down the iron chains like rich oil and gathered into a muddy swamp on the ground.

The hall was densely packed with hundreds of zombies, of different shapes, appearances, and sizes. Some were eating silently, some were chatting in low voices, and some were resting with their eyes closed.

...

Wuuwuwu~ "Chief, there are drones in the sky, there are a lot of drones, coming towards us!"

The sentinel ghoul's shout instantly attracted the attention of many ghouls in the hall. They all stopped what they were doing, stretched their necks, and looked in the direction of the movement.

Even though they have begun to slowly get used to becoming monsters and different from humans, all news about humans is undoubtedly still the most irritating to them.

Saying that I accept my current situation is just because I cannot change it, and I am forced to reconcile with myself. After all, no matter how much I complain, I can't change back.

But when it comes to a sense of belonging, from an emotional point of view, how can being a ghoul for less than half a year compare to the sense of racial belonging to humans?

Woohoo~ "Drone?"

On a "big bed" at the innermost side of the hall, a zombie the size of a buffalo crawled up sideways.

Its body is covered with muscular and well-defined tendons, and its dark skin is like a thick and tough layer of rubber, covered with scars of various sizes.

Judging from his appearance alone, he is undoubtedly a powerful zombie with explosive physical fitness and has experienced many battles.

Woohoo~ "Is there really a drone flying over here?"

The ghoul leader looked at his little brother crawling in front of him, his beast-like scarlet eyes revealing extremely complicated emotions.

After killing for so long, it thought it had really become a wild beast...

Today, the light of human civilization, which only shines a little on this dark and desolate place, has shaken its calloused heart.

Almost all the people living in this ghoul lair are killers who pursue power and evolution.

Unlike the collapse of ordinary people when they are transformed into zombies, their first reaction is ecstasy.

To them, physical form and appearance are secondary; mastering power is the truth!

As long as it's big enough and hard enough, it can turn into a goblin.

They think of themselves as fighting souls that have been restrained and suppressed by the prosperous times. They kill, devour, and become stronger. They enjoy the visible improvement during each battle.

This kind of timely and positive feedback of becoming stronger by swallowing makes them deeply fascinated!

It’s as if everyone has a doomsday devouring system from online novels, it’s so cool!

But the mistake is that they have human souls, they can get confused, they can think, and they can have rich emotions.

Along the way, in the road of killing and war, companions died one after another. Looking back, I was gradually the only one left among my former close friends.

In addition, as their strength increases, they all vaguely feel their ceiling. The further they advance, the more difficult it is to increase their strength exponentially...

In the end, just like a brainless and refreshing article, after the excitement, there is only endless emptiness...

I have no friends or relatives, no offspring, and my ceiling is almost reached...

This made many zombies begin to reflect and doubt, what is the meaning behind all this killing?

At the cost of losing everything, pursuing so-called power and evolution, only to become a link in the food chain of the apocalypse? To become a scavenger?

No ghoul can answer that question...

So inevitably, even if many ghouls don't want to admit it, they still can't help but feel confused and even start to miss the past...

For example, at this moment, the zombie leader can clearly feel that more than 80% of the zombies in the hall are secretly paying attention to this place.

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Woo woo woo "Yes, leader, there are a lot of drones, just like stars falling from the sky!" The zombie sentry replied, nodding his head vigorously.

Its tone was somewhat excited, and even it itself didn't understand why it was so excited.

Woohoo~ "Pay close attention to the developments. If anything goes wrong, report to me immediately!"

Although the ghoul leader felt indescribably touched by the inexplicable appearance of the drone, as a qualified ghoul leader, the first priority of survival in the apocalypse is obviously survival.

Therefore, even towards our former compatriots, we must remain extremely vigilant!

What's more, it is not uncommon for certain groups of zombies in urban areas to kill human survivors.

Sometimes it just can't understand. These human survivors were once its compatriots, and the zombies' diet does not necessarily require humans. Why are there always some zombies that like to prey on humans?

There are zombies all over the streets, but instead of eating them, you have to play the cat and mouse game?

Just to see his former compatriots kneeling before him, trembling in fear? ?

The ghoul leader Chang Wu didn't understand...

However, considering what these ghouls have done, and their appearance, it is hard not to worry about them. They will immediately react if humans show their heads to them...

If it were an ordinary survivor, it might not have such worries, because it has already turned into a muscular giant that cannot be resisted by human power!

But what if the drones belonged to the human military?

The previous waves of artillery fire that were like fire from heaven shook the entire night market to the ground.

Let countless ghouls tremble, realizing that human civilization may have collapsed, but the truth is still in their hands...

"There are powerful human armies around the night market, and the stream area south of the night market is a restricted area."

This is the consensus of all ghouls, even those who have evolved to the point where their brains are filled with muscles cannot deny it.

Because no ghoul would doubt which is harder, a bullet or a muscle, or a shell or a brain...

This is also what makes many evolved ghouls sad, because no matter how much they improve or how much they pay, they can only dominate the wild area at best.

If they really encounter a human army, they will always shatter into pieces at the first touch...

This hopeless pursuit makes it hard for the ghouls not to feel desperate...

Because this is a gap that can never be bridged no matter how hard you try. No matter how much the ghouls evolve, they will never have the capital to resist in front of firearms...

With that in mind, it's no wonder that some of the ghouls in the city were extremely cruel to the human survivors.

If I can’t defeat the army, can I still deal with you?

Come, put on the military hood for me!!!