Steve immediately returned to the cabin to gather his equipment, then ran and jumped toward the southern wall.
The surrounding members of the Security Team also sprang into action, and Steve followed the crowd to the top of the wall, where Captain America and Hassan were already in position.
Outside the first wall, a vast, dark mass surged over from the distance.
A hundred meters away, at the edge of the black tide, was an orange portal, its edges curling with sparks flying everywhere.
An interdimensional portal!
This portal was right in the middle of the road, less than three meters wide, but the speed at which the zombies poured out was astonishing.
They trampled over their own kind to squeeze out, fell to the ground, scrambled up, and charged toward the camp, emitting hair-raising roars.
Captain America looked grave and nodded to Hassan and Steve: “It’s in your hands.”
Hassan pulled his hands out of his sleeves: “Mission guaranteed, Captain.”
Steve quickly crouched a few times to show he was ready, then hunched over and began placing blocks outward from the edge of the wall.
Hassan swallowed hard as he looked at the “road” that was only one meter wide beneath his feet, then stepped onto it cautiously.
Doo, doo, doo…
Steve kept building, quickly extending from the second wall to the first, then continuing outward, advancing over the heads of the zombie tide.
Before long, the leading edge of the zombie tide had already crossed the first wall and entered the attack range of the Iron Golem.
For a while, the thud-thud, hollow, bang sounds behind him were incessant, making Hassan feel a little terrified.
Hassan was almost crawling on this one-meter-wide stone path; looking at the surging zombie tide beneath him, his legs felt like jelly.
Most importantly, the Block Hero had previously warned him never to touch the stones he placed for some unknown reason.
Otherwise, he could have crawled along and felt slightly safer.
But when he looked up, the Block Hero was hunched over, moving with incredible fluidity, building meter by meter at the edge of the stones at breakneck speed.
Was this guy not afraid of falling??
Steve didn’t know what this villager, who looked exactly like a villager, was thinking, and focused on building the path by imitating the bridging techniques players used in PvP.
However, he had brought three stacks of stone blocks, and as the interdimensional portal came within ten meters, he ran out of stone.
Hassan crawled tremblingly to his back: “Why did you stop?”
Steve thought for a moment, then opened his mic: “Hold onto me.”
Hassan reached out and grabbed the Block Hero’s blocky arm.
“Not enough. Tighter. Get on my back.”
Steve said emotionlessly again.
Hassan was full of question marks, but after hesitating for a moment, he climbed onto Steve’s back, locked his feet around his waist, and clung to him like a sloth.
Hassan only felt a gust of wind sweep across his face, and the next second, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed.
The Block Hero had already carried him to the other side of the portal.
So cold.
Hassan felt as if his whole body had been shoved into an ice cellar, his blood turning sticky, and he couldn’t help but shiver.
Zombies constantly brushed past them.
The closest one was only half an arm’s length away, yet it didn’t even glance at the two of them, heading straight for the portal behind them like someone looting for free.
Hassan took a breath, and his nasal cavity was instantly flooded with a nauseating stench, like fish and fresh meat mashed together and left to ferment in sewage for three days.
His stomach churned, he dry-heaved once, and quickly clamped his mouth shut.
He covered his mouth and looked around.
Avengers Tower stood across the street, most of its glass curtain wall shattered, its reinforced concrete skeleton exposed, and the “A” logo that once represented hope was almost falling off.
However, the most terrifying thing was the base of the tower, below about the third floor.
Irregular, dark brown lumps of flesh were pulsing, completely devouring the bottom few floors of the tower, connected by thick veins, with small pustules covering the surface.
The zombies were squeezing out from the gaps between those large lumps of flesh, looking as eerie as a birth process.
Hassan was stunned.
“What the… hell… is this…”
“Get down.”
The Block Hero’s voice interrupted Hassan, and he hurriedly jumped off Steve’s back, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
The two walked against the zombie tide toward Avengers Tower.
A zombie turned its head to look at Steve, but just as it opened its mouth, a Netherite Sword smashed into its face, knocking it into the pile of zombies next to it and bowling over a whole row.
However, after that row of zombies climbed up, they didn’t care about Steve at all, brushing past the two of them.
Most didn’t even look at them; they only had eyes for the portal.
Steve noticed this.
The last two zombie tides had been like this—highly targeted, determined to break through the camp.
He didn’t quite understand why, but it certainly made things easier.
After walking about fifty meters, Hassan suddenly slowed his pace.
He saw it.
Standing at the entrance of Avengers Tower was a figure wearing tattered gray robes, his face mostly obscured by a hood, making it hard to see clearly. Find the original chapter at g.com.
His right hand was raised, a sling ring glowing at his fingertips, and his left hand was mechanically drawing circles in front of him.
Zombies running past him would specifically detour; some almost brushed against the hem of his robe, but not one touched him.
Hassan signaled to Steve.
He would go around from the left, and Steve would go from the right.
Both of them assumed this mage zombie wouldn’t pay attention to them just like the others, but just as Hassan was less than ten meters away, he suddenly saw its head move.
It wasn’t the stiff, rusty-jointed movement of a zombie, but smooth, just like a living person…
The mage zombie looked in Hassan’s direction, and the first thing he saw was the right half of its face.
Hassan felt all the hair on his body stand on end.
That half of the face was actually intact.
The skin was fair with a rosy, blood-filled complexion, without a single scar or rot, and the eyes were still bright and focused, not the gray-white of a zombie whose pupils had dissolved.
Just as Hassan was stunned, the eye on that half of the face locked gazes with him.
It was him.
Hassan recognized him; it was Hawkins from the London Sanctum.
Hassan had seen him during the Battle of Wakanda in 2018.
The next second, Hawkins’s hands suddenly turned toward Hassan.
Hassan reacted with extreme speed, casting a spell instantly!
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—
Deep red metal bands shot out from Hassan’s hands, writhing and twisting like snakes, instantly locking Hawkins’s limbs, so fast that it couldn’t even react!
[Crimson Bands of Cyttorak]!
In that instant, the portal lost Hawkins’s maintenance and quietly closed; a few zombies that hadn’t made it through the portal were even sliced into pieces.
Steve realized what was happening and hurried to run and jump toward Hawkins, but Hassan shouted urgently: “Be careful, it’s a Class B infected!!!”
Steve had no idea what a Class B infected was, and raised his Netherite Sword to hack at it, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
The surrounding zombies stopped moving.
The zombies slowly turned their heads, one after another, looking at the living people closest to them.
Namely, Hassan and Steve.
Hassan felt his scalp explode instantly, but he was in the middle of casting a spell and had absolutely no strength left to defend himself!
As for Steve, he didn’t hesitate at all, switched to his Netherite Pickaxe, and began mining the block beneath his feet!