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The monster's head rolled down with a grunt, gray blood trickled down its neck, and the corpse fell to the ground. The gray blood gathered on the ground into a small pool of blood, but there was no smell of blood, as if it was just a pool of strangely colored clear water.

Soon, the muscles in the wound area of the monster's neck began to squirm and contract rapidly, like insects that still maintained their vigorous vitality, desperately squeezing together, trying to stop the blood from continuing to flow out.

Unfortunately, the whole head was cut off, the wound was too big, and these muscle fibers were powerless even if they desperately tried to heal themselves.

After a few breaths, the granular-like muscle fibers begin to lose their vitality until they stand still.

"It's really a terrifying vitality, if it weren't for a fatal injury, I'm afraid it would be able to heal itself quickly...... It's outrageous!" Ronald grinned.

Now in the white corridor on the first floor, Ronald has not yet realized it, but the suspected mechanized equipment on the second floor, as well as the zombie-like monsters on the third floor, make Ronald have a terrifying guess in his heart.

Is the legendary archmage who built this laboratory really a native inhabitant of this world?

Perhaps, like Ronald, he is a member of the Travelers?

It's not Ronald's fantasy, it's just that the style of construction of this magic laboratory is full of incompatibility with this fantasy continent. Machinery, Pipes, Zombies...... There has never been a similar existence in this world, at least never Ronald has ever seen it.

Moreover, since Ronald can rely on the big bandit system to cross, it is not impossible that there are other crossings, even if it is a 1 in 100 million chance, isn't there always someone lucky enough to run into it.

Fortunately, this legendary archmage who doesn't know the origin has already died, otherwise Ronald really has the urge to turn around and run, his secret may be hidden enough for the people of this world, but for another traverser...... Maybe it's easy to relate.

"Half-mechanical, half-magical equipment, and biochemical monsters...... This legendary archmage is really a diligent traverser. Ronald kicked the monster in the head and laughed a little sarcastically.

There was a commotion, and I saw a dense crowd of zombies suddenly appear in a fork in the road, all of which had gray and white faces, and looked like dead people...... But he was able to stagger up and walk around, and even his mouth could be intermittent, but his language clearly revealed the common language vocabulary of this continent.

These zombies move slowly, and even ordinary people can shake them off with their speed.

However, the horror of zombies is never about speed, but about the number of horrors and the contagiousness of horror...... These two characteristics are the real horror of zombies.

Each of them is a moving source of plague, even a terrifying plague that can destroy a world, a civilization!

For the inhabitants of the native world who do not understand the horror of zombies, these corpses may just be manipulated by evil magic, but Ronald knows exactly what their existence means.

Ronald frowned tightly, pinched his brow wrinkled into the word 'Chuan' with his left hand and said: "It's really troublesome, not to mention that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, but they can't die and leave such a terrifying 'bomb' here." Scientists, magicians, and so on, are indeed unstable factors that can destroy the world at any time. ”

Ronald has never been a good person, and he has no intention of being a good person.

Before the crossing, he was a ...... who opened a company to collect accounts After crossing over, he directly degenerated into a robber......

The 'good guy' has never had a chance with him, and the 'bad guy' is extremely compatible with him.

But even if he is a villain, Ronald can't watch something enough to destroy the world dangling in front of his eyes, and he can't pretend not to see it.

"When I die, I will call him a flood of water...... It's my idol who says this, but the problem is that I'm not dead!" Ronald looked at him and rushed forward with his sword.

The horror of these zombies lies in the contagiousness and number of horrors, but as long as you can be careful not to get caught, you don't have to worry about infection. As for the numbers, there is an excellent opportunity to get rid of them.

After all, although there are a lot of them, they have not yet reached the point of flooding, once they really spread in this world, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of infections, then it is really helpless.

There are still atomic bombs on Earth to launch, what does this world have?

Legendary archmage?

How many town-destroying spells can they use?

Moreover, the urban scale of this world is not comparable to those of the cosmopolitan metropolises, which are called towns...... It's really the size of a town.

Ronald didn't want to save people, but he had to save himself, so he couldn't watch these zombies that appeared inexplicably leave the laboratory and wander outside.

Now there are only a few hundred zombies, and they are still under control.

If they are allowed to escape and spread the virus to the outside world, Ronald will be considered an escape...... Where can they flee to?

With a sword slash, the heads of the two zombies fell to the ground, and the corpses fell directly to the ground.

With their heads cut off, these zombies are completely out of threat.

Ronald was not stupid enough to jump into the zombie herd to slash and kill, but stood on the outermost periphery, using the advantage of his speed to harvest in a roundabout way, just like a farmer harvesting wheat in a field, harvesting layer by layer, and the number of zombies began to decrease sharply.

A layer of sweat began to appear on Ronald's forehead, his brow furrowed tightly, and cold sweat began to break out in the palms of the hands holding the Blue Frost Sword. Although I know that these are zombies, they are moving corpses, and they are the source of danger that must be exterminated.

But after all, they have human bodies, human appearances.

When a sword goes down, a person's head rolls off...... But hundreds of heads rolled to the ground, and Ronald was ruthless and a little soft.

"Damn, people who study this kind of thing are perverts!" Ronald cursed in his heart, but the speed of the slash in his hand did not decrease at all, and the layers of zombies were harvested clean, and at the beginning, Ronald was able to walk around in a roundabout way, and gradually he had to step on the corpse to do his hand.

When you step on it, it is soft and seems to be a palm...... As soon as the footsteps moved, it was hard, and I don't know whose head I stepped on......

“...... Hungry...... Hungry ......"

The last zombie pounced on Ronald with some 'excitement', completely ignoring the hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, which had previously been its companions.

Ronald's face was gloomy, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The Green Frost Sword lifted and slashed off the head of the last zombie, grunting down to his feet.

With a light breath of turbidity, Ronald looked at the corpses laid out at his feet, each of which was separated, and his head rolled to the side, and suddenly he was really shocked.

It's like a slaughterhouse.

"Phew!" Ronald spat on the ground, his face was extremely gloomy, and then without hesitation, he stepped directly on the corpse on the ground and left, and continued to go inside along the road.

Soil, roots...... This third level is like an underground cavern, stretching for an unknown distance, and the environment is full of closed and gloomy feelings.

Thinking of those zombies and mutated monsters, Ronald suddenly thought of this place as a 'garbage dump'.

If it was really a garbage dump, maybe it was also discarded or closed, but it was opened by later generations, which caused a series of problems.

If that legendary archmage really took pleasure in studying these, who knows what kind of horror will exist behind it. Anything that is related to biochemical research is nothing good.

Ronald also made up his mind in his heart, continued to move forward to test and observe, and if there was still a horror similar to zombies, he would simply withdraw directly.

Let Abonn cast a 'forbidden spell' or something from the novel, and destroy the entire laboratory.

As we went deeper, the road gradually came together, wider and wider, and the ground became smoother and smoother, as if it had been carefully cared for.

In the middle of the road, dozens of tree roots are entrenched together, forming a stump-like existence that takes root from the top and extends further into the ground.

In the middle of the roots, a corpse was firmly bound, its skin dry and wrinkled, like a mummy, with a hideous and angry expression, and a large mouth that seemed to let out a silent roar.

Although it was only a dried corpse, just by looking at it, you could feel the despair and anger before death in his remaining expression.

Ronald stepped forward to take a closer look, and the roots that bound the dried corpse seemed to have grown on his body naturally, and if it weren't for the fact that it had been too long, I am afraid that only magic could have created such an effect.

His eyes swept over the corpse's body, and he saw a slight sword wound on his shoulder, and there were also marks of a weapon on the root of the tree next to the wound.

The wound was black and not rotting, but it gave people an indescribable feeling of nausea.

It's weird, but it's not threatening......

Ronald looked at it and then made such a judgment.

Shaking his head, Ronald took out the map and looked at the route, and after making sure that he was not taking the wrong path, he put the map away.

Judging from the current situation, there should be no danger in this layer, but I don't know what the hell will happen next. A legendary archmage's private laboratory, perhaps an ordinary gadget in his eyes, could pose a deadly threat to others.

Just as Ronald put away the map and was about to turn away.

Suddenly......

The dried corpse bound by the roots of the tree opened its eyes, revealing a pair of gray pupils, and its eyes turned sharply, colliding with Ronald's gaze!