The Ground Stained with Blood

Their bodies were no longer intact.

Decaying flesh, festering wounds, and blackish blood covered their skin and clothes.

They were squatting on the ground, gnawing on a human thigh.

The ground was stained red with blood.

The pungent, nauseating scent of blood reached Bruce Roberts' nostrils, causing his stomach to churn.

Fortunately, Bruce Roberts had the heart of a villain and a strong adaptability.

Otherwise, he would surely have vomited!

Suppressing the nausea, he tightened his grip on the sword!

Zombies were creatures formed from human genetic mutations, and there were many types.

Crawlers, clawed zombies, powerful zombies, and so on!

These two belonged to the most basic type of zombies.

Generally, basic zombies were not very fast.

But because they carried corpse poison, Bruce Roberts needed to avoid close combat with them as much as possible.

Click!

Bruce Roberts deliberately made a slight noise.

Since they lacked vision and relied on smell and hearing to hunt, the hallway reeked of blood.

With their backs to Bruce Roberts, they couldn't see or smell him.

They could only rely on their hearing.

After hearing the noise Bruce Roberts made, they detected his presence.

"Roar..."

Their instinct to hunt and kill made them abandon their food and rush towards Bruce Roberts without hesitation!

Due to their decaying and deteriorating bodies, their speed was slow.

Their running speed was even slower than that of a lizardman of the same level.

Bruce Roberts didn't waste any more time.

He casually swung his long sword twice and released the remaining two wind blades.

Swish! Swish!

The two wind blades flew towards the heads of the two zombies, one after the other.

With his double spirit power, it was still quite formidable, and at this distance, Bruce Roberts couldn't possibly miss.Puff! Puff!

The powerful wind not only sliced through the zombies' heads but also blew them away.

"Boss, amazing!"

Seeing this scene, Finnegan regained his senses and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

He hadn't seen clearly in the room just now.

But now he saw it clearly.

Damn, was that really sword energy?

It seemed like he didn't choose the wrong thigh to cling onto!

Bruce Roberts, however, paid him no attention, because the fallen zombies had risen again.

"Unable to cut off their heads?" Bruce Roberts frowned slightly.

The information on the zombies didn't mention their weaknesses.

So Bruce Roberts had to judge based on various movie and novel tropes!

Attacking the head seemed to be the default rule for all protagonists when facing zombies.

But now his wind blades had limited damage, with an effective killing range of about 10 meters.

With a width of 1 centimeter and a length of about 30 centimeters, their power could only cut through the zombies' flesh and even injure their bones but couldn't split their skulls open.

Bruce Roberts had no choice but to tighten his grip on the sword and engage in close combat with them.

Fortunately, although Bruce Roberts' two wind blades hadn't cut off their skulls!

They still had some power. The zombies, with their brains subjected to intense impact, were even slower than before.

So, under the sharp blade of Andúril sword.

Puff! Puff!

Two heads exploded!

Zombies! Eliminated!

[Weapon Grade: Black Iron (Energy: 9/10)]

[Weapon Grade: Black Iron (Energy: 10/10)]

[Congratulations, your weapon grade has improved!]

[Weapon Grade: Bronze (Energy: 0/100)]

The ancient golden patterns flashed once again.

The originally blackish sword body unexpectedly turned bronze?　　"Killing zombies can also increase weapon energy value?"

　　"Not bad, not bad!"

　　Seeing Andúril sword advancing from black iron grade to bronze, Bruce Roberts was very satisfied.

　　Although he didn't know what changes occurred after Andúril sword advanced, one thing was certain: the higher the grade, the more powerful it became!

　　He quickly scanned the situation on the 8th floor.

　　Since most of the people downstairs had run to the 8th floor, there were no vacant rooms left on this floor.

　　The safety door in the corridor that hadn't been closed in time was also blocked by someone.

　　With the destructive power of the monsters outside, unless there was something inside that could attract them, it was highly unlikely they would break in.

　　In the absence of elevator usage, monsters threatening the safety of the people on the 8th floor would have to come through the windows.

　　In other words, the floor where Bruce Roberts was currently located was temporarily safe.

　　"Phew, let's go!"

　　Bruce Roberts heaved a sigh of relief, casually pulled the nearby curtains, and wiped off the flesh and blood from Andúril sword!

　　Then, fighting off nausea, he dragged the bodies of the two zombies into the room and closed the window and door.

　　"B-Boss, isn't this sword an ordinary weapon?"

　　Finnegan finally voiced the doubt that had been lingering in his mind.

　　He had wanted to ask before but hadn't found the opportunity.

　　Although they hadn't seen the scene of Andúril sword absorbing that black energy on the slightly dim corridor.

　　But the change in the color of Andúril sword's blade was real, wasn't it?

　　And the skulls of the zombies he had decapitated showed no signs of even the tiniest crack?

　　This clearly defied logic.

　　Bruce Roberts didn't hide anything and looked at Finnegan with a playful smile. "Do you want it?"

　　"I... I do."

　　Finnegan instinctively nodded, but then he remembered something and quickly shook his head. "No, no, I don't want it!"

　　"It's okay. In this messed-up environment, it's normal to want a handy weapon!"

　　Bruce Roberts patted Finnegan's shoulder and said with a serious tone, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. As long as you continue to work for me sincerely as before, these things will be yours in the future.""R-Really, Boss?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

" then thanks a lot, Boss!"

Hearing Bruce Roberts' words, Finnegan became excited.

The unease he felt after killing someone was instantly pushed aside.

From Bruce Roberts' performance, it was certain that the world outside had changed drastically.

In this environment where survival depended solely on oneself!

Bruce Roberts was definitely a reliable support.

Now, with this promise from Bruce Roberts, whether it could be fulfilled or not, it felt like a reassurance pill.

He felt incredibly relieved.

This feeling reminded him of the situation when he killed Jasper earlier.

He didn't understand what kind of feeling it was.

He only knew that Bruce Roberts intimidated everyone with his strength.

When he went to kill, no one dared to act rashly.

When they threw Jasper's body out the window, two men came to help, just because Bruce Roberts said so.

This was the deterrent power brought about by strength.

It was also the power brought about by strength.

Yes, it was power.

The power that men yearned for.

Although this power belonged to Bruce Roberts, as long as he became Bruce Roberts' underling, he could still wield it, couldn't he?

With these thoughts, Finnegan surprisingly felt a hint of longing in his heart?

Name: Finnegan

Age: 21

Height: 176 cm

Weight: 128 kg

Betrayal Rate: 31%

Seeing Finnegan's betrayal rate, Bruce Roberts knew that his words had an effect.

Without saying much, he knocked on Elbert's door with Finnegan.

"You two rest here for now. I'll arrange other rooms for you in the afternoon."

"Yes, Boss!"