The First Dragon God-Chapter 69: Against The Endless Tide (II)

Leo lay sprawled on the ground, his body aching from the force of the blow that had sent him crashing into the debris-strewn floor.

The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth, and he spat onto the cracked pavement, watching dark red droplets splatter against the stone.

The snarls and growls of the advancing horde surrounded him, growing louder with every second. The scent of decay and blood hung thick in the air, making it difficult to breathe.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of the countless zombies and mutant creatures closing in on him.

For a brief moment, Leo allowed himself to close his eyes, his mind racing through everything that had led to this moment.

He thought of the people he had saved. The survivors he had welcomed into the base, giving them shelter and protection. He thought of Ryan—the rat he had allowed in. The one who had betrayed him and brought this nightmare to his doorstep.

It was now, as he lay on the ground, staring up at the swarming tide of death, that Ves’s words echoed in his mind.

"Be careful who you trust."

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He hadn’t listened. He had wanted to help, to save people. But now, he wondered if he had been wrong.

Had his naivety led them to this moment?

But… was he truly wrong to help?

Leo sighed, his gaze hardening. There was no use dwelling on the past. He had made a mistake, and now he had to fix it.

And the only way to fix things was to get rid of this endless tide.

…..

The tide surged forward, a mass of rotting flesh and terror. Zombies shuffled and stumbled, their dead eyes gleaming with hunger, while mutant creatures prowled behind them, their beastly eyes locked on Leo.

The horde was relentless, unending. Hundreds, if not thousands, of monsters closing in, their growls blending into a deafening cacophony of death.

Leo’s grip tightened around Nightshade, the dark blade gleaming under the dim light. With a grunt of effort, he stabbed the sword into the ground, using it as a crutch to lift himself up.

His body protested, pain flaring through his ribs and shoulders, but he ignored it. Pain was nothing compared to the threat before him.

But it wasn’t going to be easy. Even though their levels are low, with most of the zombies being level 1 and the mutant creature, level 5 to 11, their numbers makes up for it.

As he stood, his eyes locked on the horde. Determination burned in his gaze.

"You all…" Leo muttered, his voice low and cold, "are nothing more than exp points."

With a roar of defiance, Leo charged forward, Nightshade slashing through the air as he met the horde head-on.

…..

The first zombie lunged, its claws swiping toward Leo’s face. He sidestepped with ease, bringing Nightshade down in a swift arc, slicing through the creature’s neck.

Rotting flesh and bone parted like butter, and the zombie’s head rolled to the ground.

Another zombie lunged from the side, but Leo was already moving. His blade whirled, cutting through torsos and limbs, sending black, viscous blood spraying into the air.

The stench of decay grew stronger, clinging to his clothes and skin, but Leo didn’t pay it any heed.

He dodged and weaved, with fluid and precise movements. But the horde was endless.

For every zombie Leo cut down, two more took its place. The ground beneath him became slick with blood and gore, making it difficult to maintain his footing.

A mutant rat lunged from the shadows, its glowing red eyes locked on Leo.

It squeaked loudly, the sound vibrating through the air as it charged at Leo with terrifying speed.

Leo braced himself, his grip on Nightshade tightening. As the mutant rat lunged, he sidestepped at the last second, swinging his blade upward.

Nightshade sliced through the creature’s chest, black blood spraying across the ground. The monster let out a guttural snarl, its claws swiping wildly as it stumbled forward.

Leo didn’t give it a chance to recover.

With blinding speed, he spun on his heel, bringing Nightshade down in a powerful arc that split the creature’s head in two. The mutant beast crumpled to the ground, its body twitching before falling still.

Suddenly, a group of mutant rats burst out from his blind spot , charging at Leo with terrifying speed. There were too many to dodge.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, followed by a blur of silver fur.

Fiona leapt into the fray, her claws glinting under the dim light. She tackled the lead mutant rat, her jaws locking around its throat with a sickening crunch.

The wolf pack followed closely behind, tearing into the swarm of mutant rats with savage efficiency. Teeth snapped, claws raked, and the air filled with the sounds of growls and pained squeals.

Leo smiled briefly. "Thanks, Fiona."

Fiona growled in response, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination.

A zombie lunged at Leo from behind, its claws inches from his back. He twisted just in time, slashing upward and severing its head. But as he turned, another lone mutant rat darted toward him, its teeth bared. Leo dodged, barely avoiding the snapping jaws.

He slashed at the mutant rat’s head, splitting its head into two and leaving its brain exposed to the elements.

The mutant rat squeaked loudly in pain before falling to the floor, deader than dead.

…..

The horde continued to surge forward.

Zombies clawed and snapped, their grotesque forms relentless. Mutant creatures prowled a short distance away, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Leo’s heart pounded in his chest, but his mind remained focused.

He activated [Seismic Stomp] again for the third time, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. Zombies in the front ranks stumbled and fell, creating a domino effect as those behind them tripped over the fallen bodies.

Dust and debris filled the air, the ground cracking even more and splitting beneath the force of the skill.

Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Leo charged forward.

Nightshade flashed in the dim light, cutting through flesh and bone with deadly precision, as Leo carved a path through the horde.

He leapt forward, his blade slicing through the creature’s neck in one swift motion.

The mutant beast crumpled to the ground, twitching before going still.

The system’s notifications rang in his mind, but he ignored them, his focus solely on the battle.

Leo continued to move as if he was on autopilot. His hand holding Nightshade, swinging without a moment’s rest.

Some survivors peeked from their hiding spots, their faces pale with fear. Their hearts pounded as they watched Leo stand alone against the tide, guilt gnawing at their insides.

Leo had no idea how much time had passed as he suddenly found out that all the zombies had been killed, leaving behind a huge pile of broken corpses strewn on the ground.

Leo smiled when he saw this. The most annoying part of the tide—the relentless zombies—has been taken care of, leaving behind just a couple of mutant creatures.

He took a look at them and did a short head count, counting about 30. They were still a lot of the but they were all weak as half the number was made up by the mutant rats.

With a small smile on his face, he rushed towards them. One would expect Leo to be tired after battling a horde of hundreds of zombies but with his skills that passively regenerates his Stamina, Leo could be said to have almost an endless amount of Stamina.

The mutant creatures, Leo, Fiona, and the wolves collided in a clash of blade and claws.