Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 39: Angel Zombie (2)

He had once heard of a peculiar type of zombie known as the Angel Zombie.

Taking the form of a young girl, it was not overwhelmingly powerful, yet it was incredibly difficult to defeat.

The moment someone approached, the Angel Zombie would unleash a sonic attack—one that could even induce hallucinations, making it a nightmare for Lords to deal with.

However, this was merely a legend he had come across back at the academy.

There were plenty of such rumors—various bizarre types of zombies as if they were nothing more than urban myths created by people's imaginations.

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But now, Noan felt as if he had truly encountered an Angel Zombie.

He asked Vylyss in a low voice, "Is the opponent strong?"

Vylyss shook her head. "No, but... the energy inside that thing is strange. It fluctuates wildly as if it could explode at any moment."

Hearing this, Noan found it odd.

Zombies shouldn't have much energy within their bodies—or rather, to be precise, they should have none at all.

Yet now, Vylyss told him that the zombie sitting there had energy. That was both confusing and concerning.

He wasn't reckless enough to make rash decisions that could endanger himself.

Noan turned to Urlgug and said quietly, "Urlgug, it's time for you to put on a show."

...

At that moment, a zombie with a humanoid form but an outer layer resembling hardened metal slowly advanced toward the kneeling zombie.

Yes, it was the Zombie Tanker.

Suddenly, the kneeling zombies all turned their heads toward it, their mouths stretching open as they let out eerie sounds—garbled and guttural from their decayed throats.

Zombie Tanker abruptly accelerated.

BAM!

The already deteriorated road cracked under its sheer weight with a single step.

Then, with explosive force, Zombie Tanker charged forward, throwing a devastating punch that instantly obliterated a zombie's head.

Grao! Grao! Grao!

The remaining zombies shrieked and lunged at Zombie Tanker.

However, its outer shell was as tough as metal. They couldn't harm it no matter how ferociously the surrounding zombies attacked.

And besides...

Tanker was a zombie. Even if it got bitten, it wouldn't make a difference.

BAM!

BAM!

A continuous series of explosions echoed through the air—the sound of Tanker's fists colliding with the skulls of the surrounding zombies.

Zombie Tanker was like a wolf let loose in a chicken coop; the zombies around it were nothing more than helpless prey.

These were ordinary zombies. None of them evolved—except for the one sitting motionless in the center. Because of that, nothing could stop Tanker's rampage.

What was strange, however, was that even after Tanker had wiped out nearly half of the zombies, the girl sitting on the ground still didn't move. She remained completely still as if she were already dead.

If not for the faint golden glow flickering through the decayed gaps in her flesh, Noan might have truly believed that she was just another lifeless corpse.

A short while later, Tanker had completely annihilated over a hundred zombies.

The sheer number of corpses made the stench of blood even stronger.

The foul odor of rotting flesh mixed with fresh blood, and in this eerie, dim atmosphere, the zombie girl appeared even more mysterious and terrifying.

Tanker stepped over the lifeless bodies of the zombies it had slain, approaching the girl.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

From a distance, Noan suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

"Vylyss, you said that zombie sitting there is weak, right?"

"Yes, Master," Vylyss frowned. "I checked. The energy inside it is very low. In fact, it doesn't seem to have an energy crystal in its body at all."

Hearing this, Noan felt even more puzzled.

He couldn't make sense of the other zombies' actions. Why had they knelt around the Angel Zombie?

Besides, she was no different from an ordinary zombie if she didn't have an energy crystal. So why had those zombies gathered around her?

And another question—if there was no energy crystal inside her body, what was the source of that strange golden light flickering within her?

Three questions filled his mind, but the Angel Zombie moved before he could think further.

She lifted her head, turning her gaze toward Tanker.

Her long, tangled, and filthy hair hung like a nest of dried grass, obscuring most of her face.

However, Noan could still make out what lay behind the mess of hair—a face that had decayed beyond recognition, with one eye completely missing, leaving behind a pitch-black, empty socket.

Its lower jaw had fallen entirely off, leaving only the upper jaw intact. Even from a distance, Noan could see everything inside its exposed throat.

The Angel Zombie slowly stood up. The flickering light within its body suddenly ceased—then, the next instant, it burst into an intense, blinding glow, as if some kind of internal combustion chamber had been ignited.

And then—

KRIT!!!

A piercing sound erupted, so unbearably sharp that even Noan, standing far away, had to clutch his ears in pain.

Like a raging whirlwind, a sonic wave blasted forth from its throat—a relentless, unending tide that tore into the Zombie Tanker.

In mere seconds, countless cracks appeared all over Tanker's body.

Strangely, it could not move at all—it could only stand there, motionless, as the sonic waves shredded it apart.

Moments later, its entire body shattered into countless fragments, crumbling to the ground.

At the same time, the Angel Zombie's sound abruptly ceased.

Then, as if nothing had happened, it sat back down, curling its legs up to its chest and wrapping its arms around them.

From a distance, Noan watched the scene unfold, his expression turning grim.

He frowned and asked, "Urlgug, why didn't you make Tanker attack just now?"

Urlgug's face was twisted in frustration as if he had just swallowed a sour lemon. He replied, "Master, I tried—but it was as if my connection with him was severed... so..."

Even without Urlgug finishing his sentence, Noan already understood.

'It seems... there's something truly mysterious about the Angel Zombie.'

Noan furrowed his brows, contemplating his next move. He wasn't terrified—but he was weighing his options.

Should he try to capture the Angel Zombie... or eliminate it?

In the end, Noan let out a deep sigh and made his decision.

"Vylyss..."

"Yes, my master." Even before Noan could finish his sentence, Vylyss already knew what he wanted.

In the next instant, she extended her hand forward—then clenched her fist tightly.

Clang! Clang!

Countless chains tore through the very fabric of space, shooting straight toward the Angel Zombie.

It raised its head, but before it could release another sound, the chains had already wrapped tightly around its body—binding it completely.

And then...

Crack!

Crack!

The chains pulled violently, tearing apart the already heavily decayed body of the Angel Zombie in an instant.

Its limbs and head were ripped away while its torso collapsed onto the ground.

The Angel Zombie was dead—just like that.

After all, Vylyss was a mutated Succubus, and at rank D-Peak, exterminating a zombie was a trivial task.

In the world of zombies, the power of a Fantasy World being was still vastly superior.

Noan didn't rush toward the Angel Zombie's corpse. Instead, he crouched down, watching it for a long while.

Vylyss also used her magic to sense any hidden dangers.

Noan patiently waited over thirty minutes before finally allowing Urlgan to approach and inspect the remains.

After confirming there was no further threat, Noan and the others moved in.

He walked around, checking the severed limbs and head, but found nothing unusual. Then, he turned his attention to the torso.

Vylyss summoned her chains once more, tearing the torso apart—revealing something that Noan never imagined he would find in this world.

A machine.

No—more precisely, it was an energy combustion chamber.

A glass tube filled with a strange, unknown liquid was at its center. Inside that liquid floated a peculiar, green-glowing stone.

"This is..." Noan frowned, turning to look at Urlgug.

Urlgug, sensing his gaze, merely shrugged, indicating that he had no idea either.

Noan lowered his head, staring intently at the machine nestled within the Angel Zombie's chest, his expression filled with an unsettling mix of confusion and unease.

'Could it be... that the zombies in this world were created by humans?'