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Lin Zhao Cheng and William continued to walk forward, armed with their new weapons.
The hell of flesh was endless. In this stench-ridden domain, the air felt thick and viscous, and with every step, the ground beneath them trembled slightly, as if it were alive.
The monsters here were far more terrifying than the soulless Walking Dead they had encountered earlier.
Those withered "humans" merely waited for death in silence, but now they were met by the true hunters of this world—
Strange creatures made of flesh wandered aimlessly through this twisted realm.
They had no fixed shape; some resembled grotesque amalgamations of human remains, limbs sprouting from various parts of their bodies, heads embedded in their chests, mouths opening at bizarre angles to emit wet, low growls.
Others looked like colossal beasts pieced together by countless hands, their palms twisted into the shape of feet. With each step they took, the ground was marked by large patches of writhing blood, trailing strange slime behind them.
Some even lacked eyes altogether, possessing only countless misaligned mouths that opened to reveal a gaping abyss filled with sharp black teeth.
Their sole purpose was to kill anyone who had awakened from the Massage Chair—
To completely devour the Foreign Object and turn it into a part of this world.
William had faced these creatures before.
He merely cast a cold glance at them, skillfully adjusting the axe in his hand, his steps steady and unwavering.
To him, these monsters were no longer a novelty.
However, Lin Zhao Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
Could these things… really be killed?
He gripped the Bone Spear tightly, his heart pounding violently. But this time, it was not merely fear; it was a fierce blend of bloodlust and excitement.
He had already killed before, had felt the blade sink into those grotesque bodies. He had stepped onto that damned path of no return.
And now, he possessed a stronger weapon and an even greater desire to kill—
"I’m going to carve a bloody path."
He licked his cracked lips, his hand trembling slightly around the spear, but this time, there was no hesitation—only exhilaration and fervor.
"Come on…"
He whispered, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
"Let’s see if this spear can truly kill you."
The monsters noticed his presence and began to move.
But Lin Zhao Cheng would not back down this time.
"Roar!!!"
William charged forward first, swinging his axe with incredible speed. The elongated bone grip expanded his attack range, allowing him to strike before the enemies could close in!
"Swish!!!"
A creature composed of countless twisted arms was swept away by the axe, its main body shattered. Thick Black Blood gushed forth like a waterfall, and as it fell, several still-twitching arms writhed on the ground, seemingly desperate to continue attacking William!
"Die, you beast!"
William did not stop; he flipped the axe handle and drove the blade into the remaining arm on the ground with a vicious thrust. Then, with a powerful twist, the writhing limbs were instantly shredded, twisted into a grotesque mass of flesh!
"Hahaha! Come on! Give me more!!"
William's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the bizarre space. His body was splattered with black blood, his clothes long torn, yet he continued to hack away relentlessly.
The more he chopped, the more exhilarated he became, as if the blood and flesh of these monsters were returning to him, compensating for everything he had lost in this strange world.
"Killing is power! Killing is survival!"
He swung the axe violently; each strike caused his enemies' bodies to disintegrate. With every monster that fell, he sank deeper into this frenzy of slaughter!
Blood, chunks of flesh, and severed limbs flew everywhere, but William paid no mind. He only knew that these things were blocking his path, and he would carve this road into a bloody trail!
"Lin Zhao Cheng! Stop dawdling!!!"
He turned and shouted, reminding Lin Zhao Cheng, who was still adjusting to the battle—
This massacre had only just begun!!!
"Fuck you—!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng roared as he thrust his spear forward with force, piercing straight through the grotesque monster before him!
"Thud—!!!"
The sharp blade of the spear pierced through its chest, driving deep into the flesh at the back, blood and black pus spraying from the wound. The monster let out a shrill wail, its limbs thrashing wildly, yet it could not escape this fatal blow!
But Lin Zhao Cheng was not merely piercing it!
He gripped the spear tightly, his legs powering him forward as he lunged ahead!
“Get away!!!”
The massive body of the monster was propelled forward by the spear, crashing violently into other creatures in its path!
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
With each collision, the twisted forms of the monsters were sent flying like tattered puppets, flesh bursting and entrails splattering, until the entire battlefield was filled with severed limbs and shattered bones!
Lin Zhao Cheng let go completely!
This battle, this frenzied slaughter, he could no longer suppress the emotions raging within him!
His fury had ignited, not just against these disgusting monsters before him, but against everything about himself!
“Damn it! I work so hard, what do I get in return?! A lousy boss?! Soul-sucking overtime?!”
“Damn you, Wang Mama! You’re the most annoying old hag I can’t stand right now! What gives you the right?!”
“Fuck! That Massage Chair!! Damn it! All I wanted was a massage! Why the hell did you send me here?!”
The spear danced wildly, each strike infused with resentment, rage, and madness!
The blade of the gun swept through, shredding the monster's body into a mass of flesh, the bone spikes hooking into the blood and tearing it apart into rotten fragments. The ground was already piled high with his spoils of war—corpses, severed limbs, and mangled remains pierced by the gun!
He roared, cursed, and killed without restraint, unleashing all the anger and resentment he had suppressed in the real world!
In this moment, Lin Zhao Cheng was no longer the office worker who squeezed onto the bus every day, enduring humiliation—
He was a beast of slaughter, a fighter struggling to survive in hell!
“Hahaha! Come on! Bring it all on!”
His eyes were bloodshot, and the spear in his hand danced like a storm of death; wherever it went, there were cries of despair, fractures, and collapses!
This hell made of flesh seemed to bear the brunt of their endless fury!
The bloody ground writhed continuously as if it could feel the tremors brought by the carnage. Thick black-red blood pooled into rivers on the ground, filling the air with a stench of decay and the screams of death.
Yet amidst this bloody battlefield stood two figures, like demons from hell, stepping forward over the corpses!
“Kill!!!”
“Chop!!!”
The death dance performed by their spear and axe turned these flesh-and-blood monsters into mere jokes; their massive bodies were so fragile before these two that they crumbled as easily as paper!
“Come on!!! More! More!!! Hahaha!!!”
William's maniacal laughter echoed throughout this decaying world. Each swing of his axe took away several monster limbs, shattering their twisted forms as effortlessly as chopping rotten wood!
He swung the elongated axe handle in a wide arc, sending a group of monsters flying, their bodies crashing heavily onto the writhing flesh of the ground. They struggled for a moment before falling silent.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhao Cheng was completely consumed by rage!
His spear pierced, tore, and swept through enemies, each strike reducing their bodies to shattered pieces, blood splattering across his face only fueling his excitement further!
"You filthy creatures!! Do you think you can block my path?!"
He roared, kicking a howling monster away. The spear spun in his hands, the blade carving an arc through the air as it brutally cleaved another monster that had just risen back to its feet in half!
"Hahaha! This is fucking exhilarating!!"
In that moment, the monsters were no longer terrifying predators; under the wrath of these two, they were merely like grasshoppers trying to stop a chariot or ants attempting to shake a tree!
No matter how they roared, struggled, or attacked, the outcome was always the same—
They were shattered, torn apart, crushed, and slaughtered to extinction!!!
This massacre… was no longer a battle for survival,
but a pure extermination!!!
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