Although werewolves and Vampires nominally co-ruled, they were mortal enemies in private.
After all, for humans as food, one side wanted blood, the other wanted meat; this was an irreconcilable contradiction.
However, as those black dots drew closer, the werewolves on the city wall were utterly stunned.
"No... those aren't bats."
Under the moonlight, they finally saw the true appearance of the invaders.
There were tens of thousands of terrifying monsters, dozens of meters tall with two wings on their backs, and the aura emanating from each monster was distinctly different.
Some were engulfed in raging flames, others were surrounded by extreme blizzards, freezing the air wherever they passed.
Some were ethereal, appearing and disappearing in the void.
"Roar!!!"
The patrolling werewolf let out an alarm howl.
Hearing the roar, the werewolves in the city stopped their game of chasing humans, roared back at the sky, and then frantically surged towards the city wall.
In just a few minutes, thousands of elite werewolves had gathered on the city wall.
However, when this army of tens of thousands of zombies pressed down, the suffocating pressure made all the werewolves' legs turn to jelly.
"This... this aura..."
The werewolf leader of the fortress was a Fifth-Tier werewolf in the early stage.
He sensed the presence above in horror.
"All... all Fifth-Tier?! How is this possible?!"
On this continent, Fifth-Tier was already a lord-level existence.
How could there be tens of thousands of Fifth-Tier beings?!
"Go."
In the sky, the leader, the District Chief of America Zone 2-7, curled his lips into a cruel smile and softly uttered a single word.
Boom!!!
Tens of thousands of terrifying domains instantly unfolded.
That was the exclusive domain of Fifth-Tier zombies: Death Haven.
A gray death descended from the sky like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire city.
"Ahhh!"
"Run! These are monsters!!"
The werewolves, who had been so arrogant just moments before, instantly wet themselves in fear, crying out for their parents as they tried to flee.
But in the face of a million-fold difference in troop strength and an overwhelming level advantage, escape was merely a luxury.
Swish!
A void zombie, who had mastered spatial abilities, instantly vanished, reappearing the next second in front of a dozen werewolves who were about to jump off the city wall to escape.
"Kneel."
Buzz!
Terrifying spatial gravity instantly erupted.
Crack crack!
The dozen werewolves didn't even have time to scream before they were brutally crushed to the ground by the invisible gravity.
Their limbs instantly twisted and burst, splattering blood.
Next came the dense sound of their torsos and bones shattering.
The void zombie was expressionless, not even raising a hand, as its gaze slowly shifted to another group of trembling werewolves.
This was a massacre.
A one-sided, overwhelming massacre with no suspense.
The flames of war dyed the entire Duchy's sky crimson.
Millions of zombie troops advanced simultaneously from eight directions, ruthlessly sweeping across the entire Rumbarg Duchy.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
One city after another, occupied by werewolves, was breached. The werewolf defenders, who usually lorded over and treated humans as livestock, had no right to resist in the face of the absolute power of Fifth-Tier zombies.
The werewolf defenders, who usually lorded over and treated humans as livestock, had no right to resist in the face of the absolute power of Fifth-Tier zombies.
Meanwhile, a massive logistics force followed closely behind.
Countless slender Enderman, teleporting to and fro, began rapid reconstruction of the newly captured ruins.
Boxes of food, medicine, and clothing from the Main Base were continuously transported to the front lines.
In the ruins of a newly liberated village.
"My hand, my hand is gone..."
A small boy lay on a stretcher, his face pale, his right arm brutally bitten off by a werewolf, blood staining half his body.
The adults around him wept in despair; in this world lacking doctors and medicine, such an injury basically spelled death.
Swish!
A purple light flashed, and a logistics personnel controlling an Enderman body instantly appeared beside the stretcher.
"Don't be afraid, child."
The Enderman's slender black arm steadily pulled out a bottle of potion.
"Drink it."
He helped the little boy up and poured the potion into his mouth.
The next second, a jaw-dropping scene occurred.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
From the little boy's bare stump, a pink energy glow suddenly surged.
Granulation tissue grew wildly at a visible speed, bones reshaped, and meridians regenerated.
In just a few breaths, a brand new, intact arm grew out.
"This... this..."
The surrounding refugees' eyes widened, and one by one they fell to their knees, trembling and shouting.
"A miracle, this is a miracle!"
"Angels have descended, sob sob..."
"Everyone."
The Enderman stood up, his voice gentle and firm.
"We are the envoys of the Order of Saint George. Our purpose here is one: to rescue everyone and end this chaotic era."
"God needs you, humanity needs you. Please join us and together, let's rescue more of our suffering compatriots."
"We are willing!!"
"I'll join too, for God."
Flames of hope ignited in the eyes of countless refugees who had narrowly escaped death, and they all raised their arms, swearing allegiance.
Zombie World, Paranormal Research Institute.
The atmosphere here was completely different from the battlefield.
This was a temporarily constructed modern laboratory.
Although its appearance was crude, the internal equipment was extremely hardcore.
Because it was unknown which academic field the Weird power belonged to, top experts from various industries in the Overworld were gathered here.
Biologists, physicists, chemists... it was a hodgepodge; anyone with even a slight connection was brought in.
At this moment, in the center of a fully enclosed reinforced glass laboratory, a crystal emitting an eerie red light was quietly suspended.
That was the Fourth-Tier Weird Core that Steve had sent back earlier.
"Sigh..."
The current director of the institute, Harry Davidson, a former authority in energy physics, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.
"After studying it for so long, we can't even analyze its basic components. This simply doesn't conform to any existing laws of physics."
The group of experts around them looked at each other, shaking their heads helplessly.
With their current technological level, trying to analyze Weird energy at the rule level was indeed asking too much.
"Since the instruments can't analyze it..."
Harry looked at the MC Sheep in the laboratory, also controlled by a military consciousness, and a decisive glint flashed in his eyes.
"Then let's try the most primitive method."
"Biological compatibility experiment."
"Eat it directly."
Although the experts were helpless, they knew this was currently the only breakthrough.
"Proceed."
As the order was given, the player controlling the sheep took a deep breath and walked into the core isolation zone with hooves.
"Meeh..."
The sheep walked up to the red core, opened its mouth, and swallowed it without hesitation.
"Quickly retreat!"
Harry shouted.
The Enderman, who had been on standby, instantly picked up the sheep, and along with all the researchers present, teleported directly to the safe isolation zone outside the laboratory.