The sounds of fighting were already distinct, the flickering candlelight in the corridor seemingly reaching its end.

On the dilapidated doors, corpses were piled high, attached, nailed, and fixed in ways that defied description, packed tightly.

"Roar?"

A humanoid creature, missing half its head, looked up in confusion from its meal. Familiar... Overlord? Mama...!

It raised the corpse it had mostly devoured, its hopeful gaze fixed on Lin Mo with pitiful eyes, like a small animal seeking comfort.

"Roar!..." (Mama, eat...)

A hoarse, trembling sound, as if its vocal cords had been slashed open.

Indeed! Chewed-off ribs were protruding from its cheeks! It hadn't even chewed, just tore and swallowed!

Swallowing hard, Lin Mo realized she couldn't transform all the soldiers. She didn't want to eat this to survive in the future! She'd rather drink that disgusting nutrient solution!

"You eat it yourself, I'm not hungry." Lin Mo waved her hand vigorously. She didn't care about other things, but when it came to her zai zai (children), she always reverted to her true nature.

"Roar..." (Oh.)

For some reason, Lin Mo detected a hint of grievance in that almost unchanged tone??

Whew, at least she managed to get through that.

She looked up and, oh my god, they were all staring at her!

It wasn't exactly scalp-tingling; these creatures clearly weren't connected to the Zerg network. But they could sense that Lin Mo was their Overlord.

Lin Mo didn't feel any ill will towards those who respected her.

She quickly cleared her throat and responded loudly, "I'm not hungry, thank you."

"Roar..."

Some agreed, some were aggrieved, but Lin Mo glanced over them and saw that almost all were injured and were eating here to recover.

"Yes, Queen, it's as you think. But these infected haven't completely taken over this place yet. At the end of the corridor is a basement, and the target humans are located there."

Nodding, Lin Mo continued to walk on the floor that was completely stained with blood. With each step, the stickiness under her feet became heavier.

Hmm, a little bit of guilt...

It seemed she still had a conscience. After confirming that, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief; she hadn't completely become a chaotic evil being.

This was really annoying.

No matter what she did, she would get the support of her zai zai, so the scales of judgment were in her own hands.

Spoiling her like this would easily lead her astray!

"Ouch!"

A sudden arrow interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts. It seemed this wasn't the best environment for thinking.

The path ahead was completely obscured, but the thick smell of blood and the sounds of fighting were close at hand.

But there was a familiar feeling, how was this so similar to the zombies in the previous apocalypse?

They were all equally fearless, and would pounce excitedly on any living person...

It really seemed that way.

Forget it, no use thinking about it. Lin Mo's arrival completely ignited the current atmosphere.

They were originally just clearing the environment here, but now!

These humans were trying to attack the Overlord! This could not be allowed!

"Carter! Are you alright?" A middle-aged man kicked away a mutated monster that had charged in, and rushed to the young man who had already been half-eaten.

"Cough cough... I'm okay... I'm okay..." He didn't know if he was comforting the middle-aged man, or deceiving himself.

"Didn't you say you were going home to get married! You brat, look, I even prepared your wedding gift for you! Really! Don't close your eyes! Carter!"

He shook his shoulders forcefully, his vision starting to blur.

Yes, the warriors of the Empire do not cry...

"Roar!"

"What are you doing! Come over here! The monsters here are getting crazier and crazier!"

"Carter!"

With Lin Mo's arrival, the soldiers finally felt the strain. Originally, the monsters would retreat when injured, but for some reason, they had become fearless.

It was as if they didn't know fear at all. Crippled monsters would use their broken bodies to squeeze the warriors' space.

Monsters could crawl on the ground to attack, but humans couldn't.

Imagine, under your feet were all round, severed limbs, and a thick layer of blood for lubrication, how could you possibly stand?

One careless step and you would fall, and never get up again.

The moment a warrior fell, he would be buried under countless monsters.

A man in luxurious clothing had lost all his initial elegance. His monocle was gone, and his long, gold-threaded robe was torn and looked like a tattered blanket that hadn't been washed in three years.

"Waste! Why haven't they arrived yet! Damn it, they should have been here long ago. This is disobeying orders! When I get back alive, I will kill them all!"

He cursed as he raised his aching arms to heal the injured soldiers. He was the only mage here, and the magic in his body had long been almost exhausted.

From the beginning, 'Just a bunch of monsters, watch my formation,' to later, 'Why are there so many, I can't kill them all,' to now, 'I'm a priest with no fighting power.'

It would be a lie to say he wasn't panicking, but there was no time to consider those things now. Heal, heal these soldiers, and he would have a chance to survive!

The deputy didn't say anything, he was too tired. It seemed... the monsters had won the war of attrition between humans and monsters.

The hope in his heart was gradually fading.

…

Maybe if they killed this one, they would be afraid and retreat.

No.

Then they would kill another one, this time it would definitely work!

…

What was going on! Were they endless? What was going on! What was going on! Why weren't they afraid!

Be afraid! You guys be afraid!

As more and more monsters began their suicidal harassment attacks, the soldiers seemed to be afraid, or perhaps they were simply exhausted.

Who knew, anyway, they were all trembling.

Panic was spreading.

Who knew if their hearts were already filled with complex emotions?

Those were all their comrades, even if they might not have said a few words to each other, but every time they saw their faces, saw them wearing the same armor as them...

Yes, he had won a cigarette from him at the gambling table that day?

He had punched him... his grumbling, reluctant expression, how... how vivid.

But, was this monster with the gaping maw really him?

The defensive line was retreating further and further, but as the line retreated, the radius increased, and the weak points of the defense were exposed.

Before, there were comrades helping him cover his back, but now, he could only rely on himself.

But the monsters didn't think so. They were numerous, far exceeding the humans here.

Like a flood that had been unleashed, they surged towards them.