From the third-floor stairwell, a strange figure, fast as the wind, suddenly attacked.
It was a zombie that looked no different from ordinary ones, its upper body bare, its broken body revealing large amounts of hollow bone and rotting flesh, completely unremarkable even mixed in with the horde.
But this very ordinary-looking existence suddenly charged at high speed from the stationary zombie horde, raising its sharp, pointed claws, aiming directly for Hayato’s back!
“AAAAAAH!”
At the critical moment, Kakeru suddenly raised his palm, aiming at the point where the two were about to meet.
The next moment, the boy’s arms suddenly exploded like balloons.
Blood mixed with large pieces of white bone fragments splattered, staining the fading water mist in front of him crimson.
The blood and water mixed, condensing into a three-inch blood arrow, piercing into the chest of the Corpse King, Wight, knocking him like a cannonball into the zombie horde behind him.
“Kakeru!”
Hayato roared in grief and anger, narrowly escaping death again.
He was about to run forward when he saw the horrified looks on Kakeru and Yumiko’s faces.
“Hayato, RUN!”
Wight, known as the Corpse King in old versions of 7 Days to Die… If Kiryu were here, he would instantly recognize this bastard.
Beneath its ordinary appearance lay ultra-high-speed regeneration ability.
Shrrk!
A sharp claw, fast as lightning, pierced through Hayato’s right arm.
He cried out in pain, and was lifted single-handedly by Wight.
Even more desperately, the once-stationary zombie horde, because of Wight’s call, began to revive and riot again.
“It’s over!”
Kakeru’s arms hung limp, blood continuously oozing from the wounds.
His face ashen, he fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes filled with despair.
Just then, a surging, howling hurricane suddenly rushed in from afar.
WHOOSH…
WHOOSH…!
The fierce wind tore at his ears, making his skin sting.
The katana inscribed with the Nine Character Syllables flashed mid-air, spanning several meters, with unbelievable speed, slashed off the Corpse King’s right arm in one stroke.
“H-How is this possible?”
Kakeru’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He saw the upright figure that had turned the tide… It was actually Kiryu, the very person he had been badmouthing behind his back!
“Yumiko, come here quick!”
Anxious shouts suddenly came from upstairs.
Kakeru and the others looked up in surprise.
They saw Yukino and Yui.
This blue giant was ten meters tall, had no facial features, and was composed entirely of dense wind elements.
“ROAR!”
The wind element giant raised its head and roared.
Its pipe-thick, enormous arms suddenly spun rapidly like a turbine, a furious hurricane quickly taking shape in its palms.
It then unfolded a dense whirlwind of wind blades, like a meat grinder, cutting and grinding the endlessly surging zombies to pieces.
The blue hurricane instantly stained scarlet red.
In but a moment, several broken corpses, limbs shattered, mixed with splattering, filthy black blood, were tossed to the ground.
“Th-This…?”
The sudden changes happened so fast that the three’s expressions still held shock and confusion.
But at that moment, unnoticed by anyone, on the ceiling, several strange, white figures suddenly crawled silently.
Their sharp claws glinted with forest-like cold light.
Their backs were split open, revealing a blood-red spinal column.
They were Feral Variants!
“ROAR!”
One Feral Variant suddenly swooped down, swiping its claws at Yumiko’s head.
Suddenly, a surprising amount of force surged from behind her.
Someone grabbed her collar and pulled her back quickly, narrowly avoiding the zombie jaws that were about to crush her head.
“!”
Yumiko, her heart still pounding, instinctively turned around, wanting to know who had saved her.
But she was stunned to find a handsome, indifferent profile unexpectedly greeting her eyes.
“You are…
Kiryu?”
The stench of decay, mixed with eerie, strange howls, The turbid pupils reflected only a hair-raising ferocity.
Countless bloody maws opened wide, each twisted, broken face displaying only the most instinctive, primal hunger and desire to feed.
Several Feral Variants one after another dropped from the ceiling, landing beside the Corpse King, Wight.
The zombie horde followed, clustering around them.
A rough estimate put their number at nearly a hundred.
In just such a short instant, the opponent’s severed right arm had already healed at high speed.
Yumiko felt a chill run through her entire body.
Her body went limp, and she uncontrollably fell towards the young man’s chest.
At the very front, the faces of several howling zombies looked vaguely familiar.
Kiryu’s eyes narrowed slightly, his heart silent. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
His palms, steady as a rock, gripped the katana.
His long, strong fingers rested on the hilt, slowly drawing the blade from its scabbard.
“Run!”
‘Still putting on airs at a time like this?
Is this guy crazy?’
Yumiko watched the zombies lunging to bite, almost screaming.
In despair, she instinctively closed her eyes.
But the next moment, the expected pain did not come.
The girl opened her eyes in surprise.
Then she saw a stunning flash of snow-white light suddenly illuminate the space ahead.
Shrrk!
The sharp, unstoppable blade light was like a receding tidal wave.
In the blink of an eye, the several Feral Variants ahead fell one after another like cut wheat.
Limbs flew, crimson splattered, A rain of blood falling from mid-air.
Kiryu’s expression was calm.
He held the katana in one hand, stepping into the zombie horde alone, stirring up a vast expanse of white, blade-driven wind and snow.
The churning, snow-bright blade flow charged forward ferociously, fast enough to make one smack their lips in astonishment.
The girl hadn’t even processed it before the young man had slaughtered the entire zombie horde ahead.
“Th-This…
how is this possible?”
Yumiko’s expression was dazed.
Her small mouth hung open in disbelief.
Her entire consciousness briefly crashed at the sight.
But then, she quickly snapped out of it… As if seeing a ghost in broad daylight, she raised her head in terror and looked at the expressionless young man beside her.
Kakeru, who had also been kicked to the sidelines, was equally stunned.
His eyes suddenly widened as if struck by lightning, looking ahead in shock, unable to believe that this gloomy, usually quiet boy in class possessed such terrifying swordsmanship.
In mere moments, aside from the Corpse King himself, not a single zombie was left standing.
Kiryu calmly raised his eyes, looking at the hunched Corpse King, Wight, as it raised its head and roared.
His figure suddenly flashed.
The katana in his hand, carrying unmatched force, chopped down with the weight of a thousand pounds.