The closest camp to Oshima's was Matsushita's camp.
This camp was set up in a five-star hotel.
It was surrounded by large, dense vegetation for cover.
Without close observation, it would easily appear as a giant ancient tree entwined with countless vines.
The camp leader, Matsushita, possessed the ability of Vitality!
He could make plants grow and develop rapidly according to his will.
The vegetation surrounding the hotel was his camouflage, simultaneously serving to hide him and evade attacks from infected individuals and mutated creatures.
"We need to see Matsushita-kun! Let us in, we have vital intelligence to report!"
Several survivors who had narrowly escaped Oshima's camp, glancing back anxiously, pleaded in urgent tones.
It was as if something terrifying was pursuing them from behind, ready to emerge from the dense tall grass at any moment!
Among them was Mizutani, who had previously been held under guard by Oshima.
Because he was under house arrest, he had not participated in the fighting and had successfully persuaded the guards to escape with him.
Matsushita received a report from his subordinates and, without haste, appeared high in the air, stepping on vines.
Although the Japanese had four camps in the city,
the four camps did not cooperate with each other.
Each camp leader believed their strength to be the greatest.
While they outwardly cooperated, they were secretly vying for supremacy, all waiting for the other camps to falter.
Oshima's camp was the strongest among the four, so when Matsushita heard that Oshima's camp had encountered trouble, he feigned concern on the surface while inwardly celebrating.
"What vital intelligence do you have? Tell me about it!"
Matsushita inquired with curiosity.
"Matsushita-kun, please let us in first. This is not a safe place to talk. If we attract those creatures again, it will be troublesome!"
Mizutani said with a panicked expression.
Seeing that they did not seem to be lying, Matsushita let them in.
The group sat down in the hotel's first-floor lobby.
Matsushita's elite guards surrounded them, looking at the fleeing survivors with expressions that were neither contemptuous nor mocking.
"This is a safe place. Speak, what kind of enemy could force the arrogant Oshima-kun to bow to me and send people to request help?"
Matsushita said, crossing his legs, expecting flattery.
Since they were seeking his help, lowering their stance and offering praise was the most basic protocol, wasn't it?
In the past, Oshima's subordinates were exceptionally arrogant.
"Our camp... was annihilated..."
Mizutani again resorted to his practiced tearful lament.
"What? Oshima-kun's camp was annihilated?"
Matsushita was so shocked that he leaped out of his chair.
That was a camp with two thousand survivors, not to mention the presence of Oshima and other powerful individuals.
And it was said to have been destroyed just like that?
Matsushita had initially thought that Oshima had merely committed more acts of plunder and was being attacked by survivor camps several times his size, hence the request for assistance.
Who would have imagined that Oshima's camp would be utterly destroyed?
There wasn't even time to request support; how strong must the enemy be?
"How many enemies were there?"
Matsushita asked with a grave expression.
"Around twenty people... including the strange individuals inside the beetle-like vehicles, it was only a little over a hundred in total..."
Mizutani replied truthfully.
"What did you say? Over a hundred people instantly annihilated a camp of two thousand, killing Oshima and several strong fighters?"
"What is the origin of these fiends?!"
Matsushita asked nervously.
"They were the masterminds, but the ones who truly annihilated the camp were monsters called 'Revivers'!"
"Their weak points are elusive, unlike any monsters we have encountered before!"
"Furthermore, this infected strain is highly contagious. Even if a metamorphosed individual is injured, they will still become a Reviver..."
"When we fled, we deliberately left some misleading traps behind us, but those things shouldn't hold them for long."
"They will be here soon!"
Mizutani paused slightly when mentioning the traps.
The two guards beside him also looked slightly awkward.
How would they know how to set traps?!
They had merely left the slower survivors behind to face death.
"Revivers are infected entities; they won't find my camp on their own..."
"So... you led them here, didn't you?!"
Matsushita's expression turned icy.
"Ah?"
Mizutani was taken aback.
He had originally thought that by relaying such crucial information to Matsushita in advance, he might at least receive some reward.
Unexpectedly, Matsushita's interpretation was so peculiar that he arrived at such a conclusion.
Indeed... those who become camp leaders are all ruthless individuals...
Mizutani had already anticipated his fate.
Not only was Matsushita immensely powerful, but even any single elite from this room would be more than Mizutani could handle.
He accepted his fate!
"I'll give you a quick end!"
As Matsushita spoke, he casually flicked his right fingers a few times.
Immediately, tenacious vines rapidly grew from the wooden chairs where Mizutani and the others were seated, directly encircling their necks and limbs.
In a short while, with a crisp snap, their cervical vertebrae were broken.
"Matsushita-kun, what should we do?"
"The enemies capable of instantly annihilating Oshima's camp are likely not simple. If we face them alone, our chances of victory are slim..."
said a nearby strategist.
"Indeed, it's time to involve the other two camps!"
"Once our camps are breached, they will be next!"
"If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold; I believe they understand this principle!"
As Matsushita spoke, he circled a location on the large city map displayed on the wall.
That position was exactly between Oshima's camp and his own, a park.
The lush vegetation was ideal for Matsushita to exert his ability: Vitality!
Shortly after, the strategist recovered from his dazed state and said,
"I've just privately messaged the leaders of the other two camps. They are also shocked by Oshima's death."
"Therefore, they have decided to dispatch elite troops to intercept the infected along the way with us."
Matsushita smiled slightly and said,
"Excellent, excellent, I knew they wouldn't stand by and watch!"
"Dispatch ten squads to accompany me, and the rest will stay and defend!"
Soon, the elite troops from the three camps arrived, totaling over seven hundred people, encompassing nearly all control abilities, area-of-effect damage capabilities, defensive abilities, healing abilities, and so on.
Matsushita saw the leaders of the other camps nod to each other in greeting.
The main force was on high alert, already formed up, waiting for the Revivers to arrive and meet their demise.
Time ticked by.
Soon, twenty minutes passed, and not a single Reviver had been sighted.
"What's going on? Even crawling, they should have reached by now!"
Matsushita muttered softly.
Suddenly, his expression froze as if he had received a private message.
Subsequently, the other camp leaders experienced the same...
The main base was in trouble!