Chapter 25 chaos begins

The changes that had happened are crippling for those that relied on something to show them what they had or what they can do.

Zombies are now faster, stronger than ever before.

Their intelligence is that of a six-year-old child for those that were zombies before the change.

However, what will happen should they come across books or weapons?

If they reignite their former intelligence?

If they decided to blend in with humans afterward?

Slowly but surely reach the chain of command?

What would happen then?

They now look human.

They can certainly act like one.

The ratio of human to zombies are 1 - 10000.

How the hell will humans spot the difference?

But let us put that aside due to the new upcoming battle between a werewolf leader and a Zombie leader.

Their fighting styles are similar punching, scratching, biting, kicking anything, and everything will be applied.

The werewolf leader's name is Kroctus of the red fang tribe.

He came to this world under the pressure of the other races.

Kroctus and his tribe did not follow any gods.

However, they did believe in the hunt.

If you found a formidable prey?

You will be even more formidable than before should you succeed in hunting it.

If you failed to hunt your prey?

It meant that you were just too weak.

Whenever they find a strong one, their leader would always hunt it by themselves to prove that he was indeed the strongest in the tribe no matter what.

Even if that meant the demise of their leader, However, never underestimate the leader of a werewolf tribe.

As the trial to become one is to battle everyone in the tribe all at once and survive.

And receive a portion of the defeated ones' power, further strengthening the leader.

Which is why those from their world fear them, they could take down opponents more powerful than them by at least ten times.

Kroctus released a low growl as he faced his foe.

His slim frame tensed, and his bristles stood up at the upcoming brawl that will happen.

As his excitement grew, so did the shudder of delight, since this will be another fight to the death.

Kroctus' ears twitched about listening for anything, even the strange sounds coming from the ground.

As the werewolf bared his teeth, towards the zombie was delivering a cheap trick.

Kroctus readied himself as he steeled his body for the upcoming attack.

The heavily armored zombie leader was a recently transformed skill user; he had the ability to create cold weaponry.

His ability and skills with weapons combined with his new form, the Z.L. A.K.A. zombie leader, oozed with bloodlust.

He craved for flesh and blood of the beast in front of him.

But its instincts warned it of the danger that may befall it.

Should it carelessly attack? The Z.L. wasn't willing to take that chance.

This monster showed a sly smirk before roaring out.

Unleashing the trap, it had set.

Honor?

The zombie could care less for that.

Then again, any idiot willing to try and ask it.

Would most likely be eaten as the reply.

Only those that survive can talk about what they want, not the other way around.

Thousands upon thousands of zombies emerged from the broken ground.

thousands of arms reached out to the werewolf leader

As if they were souped-up with adrenaline.

The new horde of zombies clawed away at their prey in a desperate manner.

Almost like they have been starved for days.

This sudden attack angered the other werewolves causing them to release a howl full of resentment and fury.

They have never had this kind of situation in the past.

The world they came from believed in honor and rarely used despicable attacks.

Yet the first thing they had to deal with was the tricks and savagery of the undead menace in front of them.

What was a one on one fight devolved into a team deathmatch and may become a free for all if the other invaders joined in.

What increase the confusion was, some strange song began to mix with the overall chaos causing the battle to fall into a greater frenzy as they slowly lost themselves as both sides attacked everything, even their own race.

As for why?

A Siren leader happened to arrive.

This siren was a very irresistible one; despite wearing so many clothes to cover her features, the contours of her curves can leave a lot of imagination, and her looks were similar to a European beauty lacking any flaws.

Her voice can cause confusion as she caused all that heard her spiral down into a simple slaughter she was fighting for her god, so this siren will deliver even if the trail will be covered in blood.

All is fair in love and war.

Which is why she simply sat down as her song brought death and destruction.

It brought a seductive smile to this beauty's face as she was slowly accomplishing her god's will.

However, as she was enjoying the show, a cold blade entered through her back, causing her singing to stop.

She grimaced at this and attempted to turn to see her attacker only to have a mighty hand grab her head....then squeeze.

No remorse.

No hesitation.

The figure that attacked ensured that she was dead just like that before returning to the shadows, not caring for the other battles around it.

Even if the werewolf leader and zombie leader were tearing each other apart, be it with claws, teeth, or weapons as it was no longer a fistfight or show for supremacy.

It was a real, downright bloody battle between two beasts that had forgotten who they are.