The First Dragon God-Chapter 67: Army of the Dead

Leo’s eyes widened in shock as he followed Ryan’s outstretched hand to the entrance of the building.

Beyond the building’s entrance, a sea of the undead surged forward, an unrelenting tide of flesh and decay.

Hundreds—no, thousands—of zombies** flooded the street, their bodies packed so tightly together they looked like a single, writhing organism.

Their growls and snarls filled the air, a twisted symphony of hunger and death. The sound was guttural and relentless, like the rumble of a distant earthquake, growing louder with every passing second.

But it wasn’t just the zombies that sent chills down Leo’s spine.

Beyond the surging zombies, around the building, Leo sensed different types of monsters lurking seemingly in wait, patiently as if they knew their moment would come.

Leo clenched his fists lightly when he saw this.

’So this is why Ryan was so confident.’

He didn’t need to fight Leo directly. He brought the fight to him.

The stench of decay hit Leo like a punch to the gut as the horde closed in. Rotting flesh, blood, and death mixed in the air, making it hard to breathe.

Then the zombies broke through the entrance.

The glass door splintered under the pressure of the horde, the glass and metal groaning before giving way completely.

A wall of undead flesh poured into the building, their glassy eyes filled with mindless hunger.

Their snarls grew deafening, echoing off the walls like a storm crashing through the building. The sound of bone scraping against concrete, flesh tearing, and teeth gnashing filled the air, creating an atmosphere of pure horror.

Leo moved immediately, pushing Ves and Mia out of the way, as he prepared to face the horde. His heart pounded in his chest, but his mind remained calm.

The zombies rushed forward with relentless ferocity, their rotting hands clawing at the air as they sought to tear apart anything in their path.

And, chaos erupted.

The survivors, who moments ago had been standing frozen in fear, now scattered like headless chickens in a slaughterhouse. Their screams pierced the air, blending with the grotesque noises of the zombies.

"Run! They’re coming!"

"Hide! Find cover!"

People shoved each other aside, desperate to escape. The whole underground floor was overturned, the sounds of loud scuffling feet adding to the cacophony.

Some survivors stumbled over each other in their haste to escape, their screams adding to the chaos.

One man tripped and fell, his face pale with terror as he scrambled to his feet, his eyes darting around like a trapped animal.

In less than ten seconds, the ground floor, once packed with survivors, was nearly deserted, leaving almost only Leo, Ves, Mia, and the wolves remained.

Leo’s gaze shifted to Ryan, who stood calmly near the back of the room. His smile remained, twisted with amusement as he watched the chaos unfold.

He relished the moment, soaking in the fear and terror that filled the air.

The first zombie lunged at Leo, its yellowed teeth snapping inches from his face. Its long, claw-like fingers swiped at him, aiming for his throat.

Leo moved with ease as he dodged the attack, twisting his body with fluid movements.

The dark and gleaming blade of Nightshade cut through the air with deadly grace. The zombie’s head flew from its shoulders, rolling across the floor before coming to a stop against a wall.

The headless corpse crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the horde behind it didn’t hesitate. More zombies poured in, their snarls growing louder as they surged toward Leo.

Leo took a deep breath, his mind razor-sharp. He knew that even though the zombies were huge in numbers, they weren’t the only threat. The monsters outside were just as dangerous as the zombies.

Though they don’t have the advantage of numbers like the zombies, their individual levels aren’t something to be scoffed at.

But even with how grim the situation looks, Leo wasn’t scared or bothered in any way. Instead, he felt excited. And even happy.

His initial plan for today was to go monster hunting and level up as fast as possible, but since Ryan has been so kind to bring the monsters to him, then he would have to make use of the opportunity.

Also, after leveling up lately, Leo had been dying to test out his strength and skills, and the only way he can do that is in such a situation.

The zombies closed in, their grotesque forms swaying and stumbling, but Leo didn’t wait for them to come to him. He moved first.

With a powerful stomp, he activated [Seismic Stomp].

The ground trembled beneath his feet, sending a shockwave rippling through the horde. The front ranks of the zombies stumbled, their grotesque bodies crashing into one another.

The building itself seemed to shudder under the impact, dust falling from the ceiling as cracks spiderwebbed across the walls.

Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Leo launched himself forward.

He became a blur of motion, cutting through the zombies as he went on a killing spree.

His blade easily sliced through flesh and bone, sending decaying limbs flying as he carved a path through the horde.

The sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking filled the room, but Leo paid no mind. His focus was absolute.

One zombie after another fell before him. Heads rolled, torsos split open, and the ground became slick with dark, rotting blood. The stench of decay grew stronger, clinging to his clothes and skin, but he didn’t falter.

His speed was unmatched and each of his movements was fluid, as he danced through the horde.

Nightshade became like an extension of himself, a blur of darkness cutting through the tide of death.

Behind him, Ves and Mia watched in stunned silence.

Mia’s hands trembled, clutching the twin daggers tightly. Her eyes were wide with fear and awe as she watched Leo move through the horde like a force of nature.

"He’s… incredible," she whispered.

Ves nodded, her eyes never leaving Leo.

"He’s grown stronger."

Leo continued his killing spree, cutting down zombie after zombie, clearing 35% of the horde with ease.

But he knew this wasn’t the end.

Beyond the horde, the monsters still waited. He felt that he could see their forms shifting restlessly as if eager to join the fray.

Leo paused for a moment, standing in the midst of a sea of corpses. Nightshade dripped with black, viscous blood, the smell of rot and death thick and suffocating in the air.

He turned his gaze toward Ryan, who still stood calmly at the back of the room, watching the carnage with cold amusement.

"Is that all you’ve got?" Leo called out, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

Ryan’s smile widened, but there was a flicker of irritation in his eyes. Leo wasn’t supposed to be this calm… This confident.

"I see," Ryan said, his voice smooth but laced with thinly veiled frustration.

The next moment, he pointed toward the entrance of the building.

Leo followed his finger and he saw beyond the building’s entrance, more zombies surged forward, their dead eyes gleaming with hunger.

And behind them, the monsters moved, with low and menacing growls as they began to advance, closing in on the building.

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