Chapter 1763

The people following Stealthbane were not to be trifled with—they rushed forward, slashing wildly.

Although they carried guns, they didn't use them. First, firing at such close range might hit their own men. Second, the AMRs had failed to take down the enemy earlier, suggesting they were ineffective.

The ascetic monks were equally fierce.

Each one was highly skilled. Dealing with a few zombies was hardly a challenge.

Seeing Stealthbane join the fray, the leader of the ascetic monks, Stavrophore Peter, shouted, "Chop off their heads! Chop off their heads! Remove their heads!"

He had identified the crucial point.

These creatures could still howl even with their limbs severed. The head was the key!

Upon hearing this, Stealthbane didn't hesitate. He swung his large blade and attacked.

His team consisted of experts. Despite facing seven or eight zombies, they quickly felled them.

Exhaling heavily, Stealthbane asked Peter, "Is this what you call zombies? They don't seem like it!"

A