CHAPTER 919: CHAPTER 217: HOW COULD I POSSIBLY LET YOU DOWN?_4

The Creator, covered in sharp spikes and enormous in size, murmured, "Delicious human Awakeners, truly not bad. I never expected that near the city I control, there would be a human base. If it weren’t for your random control of the zombies, drawing my attention, I really wouldn’t have discovered you."

"Ah?" Qian Tao stared wide-eyed, utterly dumbfounded.

The Creator said, "Foolish human, did you really think that with your skills, you could control so many zombies? Haha, you’re just an ant I used."

Qian Tao opened his mouth, wanting to say many things, but at this moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Despair enveloped him.

Suddenly.

"No, don’t, don’t!" Qian Tao found himself being lifted above the Creator’s head. Looking down, he saw the Creator opening its blood-red maw lined with sharp teeth.

Panic enveloped him, utterly terrified.

His very dry trousers were now completely soaked; in such a terrifying situation, Qian Tao had wet himself in fear.

The Creator’s mouth opened wide, his legs entering the Creator’s throat, just like a snake swallowing its prey, the throat continuously moving, and gradually, only Qian Tao’s head was left exposed outside.

Qian Tao’s expression was one of deep agony, feeling like his body was being crushed.

Finally, Qian Tao’s entire body entered the Creator’s body.

"Mmm, delicious human flesh and blood, the Awakener’s genes are really not bad." The Creator laughed, then looked towards the distant base, where the towering walls seemed like nothing more than futile resistance from those foolish humans in its eyes.

"Roar!"

The Creator roared.

The horde of corpses behind emitted low ’hoo hoo’ growls, rushing in like a swarm of locusts toward the base.

Such an enormous number of zombies is a deadly threat to any base sanctuary.

"Open fire."

Commander Chen gave the order.

Ratatata!

The survivors held their guns, firing densely, one zombie after another fell, but soon more zombies filled in from behind, the endless scene was truly terrifying.

They had transported an arsenal from a military district.

There were firearms and grenades.

"Eat a grenade from Grandpa!" Zhao Xiaotian grabbed a grenade and threw it directly into the zombie crowd. With a bang, it exploded, blasting away zombies within a certain range.

Some zombies were blown to pieces, legs and arms torn off, but nevertheless, those that didn’t die still clawed at the ground, crawling towards the base.

This spirit is something only zombies possess.

As long as they don’t die and determine the position of humans, they will advance unimpeded.

A survivor holding a sniper rifle locked onto the Creator’s head with a scope, licking his lips, thinking of blowing the enemy’s head off, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The destructive bullet spun at high speed, even if it couldn’t blow up the head in one shot, it could damage the zombie’s head.

But in his scope’s sight.

The bullet hit the zombie’s head and was actually deflected.

How could that be possible?

He stared wide-eyed, incredulous, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Commander, that zombie’s head is too hard, I didn’t even pierce the skin with a shot." The sniper exclaimed in shock.

Commander Chen said, "Don’t worry about it for now, solve the zombies in front of you first."

"Yes."

Currently, there were more than eighty survivors on the wall participating in the battle.

Some women should have been hiding in basements.

But when they learned that a zombie horde was attacking the base, one after another, without fear, they came to the walls with guns, just to fight, to protect the hard-won safe haven.

The number of zombies was overwhelmingly large.

The zombie horde had already pushed to the bottom of the walls.

Forming an "Arhat" bridge, creating a ladder, allowing more zombies to climb up.

"Flamethrowers."

Commander Chen gave the order.

This was a defense designed by the rich, with recessed grooves appearing on the metal walls, dousing large volumes of gasoline onto the zombies below. The flames erupted roaringly.

The zombies were covered in flames.

The zombies had no sense of pain, even as they burned fiercely, they showed no signs unless they were burned to the point of losing mobility; otherwise, they stood no chance of falling.

The distant Creator was simply watching how this group of foolish humans was resisting.

It enjoyed watching how humans despaired.

As for the loss of zombies, it naturally didn’t care.

There were endless zombies.

How many were needed was available.

At this moment.

Commander Chen, observing the situation, gradually felt despair. The number of zombies was overwhelmingly large, even with the base’s defense system activated, it still couldn’t stop the zombies’ advance.

The cutting equipment on the metal walls could slice zombies into pieces, yet even so, the piles of flesh could accumulate into a small mountain.

"Commander, send out the tanks." Wang Yu hurriedly said.

At this moment, Awakeners were useless, if they fell into the zombie horde, they would likely be torn to pieces in an instant.

They possessed a Control Awakener, but as the Spirit was consumed, his face turned ghastly pale, yet he persisted.

However, compared to the number of zombies, the controlled number was truly a drop in the ocean.

"Go." Commander Chen nodded.

Moments later.

Tank after tank appeared, like meat grinders, continually crushing the zombies in front of them into pieces, at this critical moment significantly alleviating the on-site pressure.