"That zombie is not alone."

After collecting enough knowledge and recording all the magic runes and the magic channels of some magic energy, Taylor got up and left the cabin, and by the way, he also took a rough map from the cabinet of the cabin, although he couldn't read the text, but he could still distinguish the basic route.

Before leaving, he also released the two-headed vulture that he packed and took away with a spider web, and fed the two-headed vulture a piece of zombie rotten meat to the two-headed vulture and then died directly on the spot.

When he left the mountains and forests and walked to the avenue, he saw all the zombies wandering around the avenue, including men and women, old and young, women and children, all of them.

These zombies staggered down the avenue, I don't know how long they had maintained this posture, they were surrounded by some steel creatures, according to Taylor's analysis of the magic patterns and magic runes on it, this should be the means of transportation used by the people of this plane.

The appearance of Taylor injected a new vitality into all the zombies on this avenue, and the nearby beasts and even demonic beasts were eaten by them, and they finally encountered new living creatures dominated by their brain instincts.

"Uh-uh-uh~~~~"

"Roar............"

"Woo woo ............"

After seeing Taylor, these zombies gradually moved in the same direction, they stared at the only living life form on this avenue with hungry and greedy eyes, and gradually formed a small tide of corpses, and a thousand strange sounds came from the waves, the only constant was the greed and bloodlust in this roar.

"Ah~~~~ is underestimated, a group of guys who are dominated by instinct."

Looking at the zombies rushing towards him, Taylor was a little unhappy, he was actually regarded as food by these moving corpses and filthy monsters.

The spiritual power in the mental space surged out, and the magic power that dominated the body began to be released in turn according to the witchcraft model, and the improved fireballs with higher heat and stronger explosive power shattered large areas of zombies, and the soft breeze also turned into the scythe of death in Taylor's hands at this time, turning into one sharp blade after another.

Behind him, a cloud of black fog spread outward, dyeing his surroundings into a faint black, the zombies' keen sense of hearing and smell lost their effect in the black fog, and their spiritual protection was so weak that they were immediately disturbed by the chaos of spiritual power attached to the black fog and began to devour each other, killing each other.

Taylor now harnesses the wind, the flames, and the black mist, like a demon king who has crawled out of hell, and the fire elemental continues to condense into balls of fire at his fingertips, which he throws at random, like throwing high-explosive grenades to shatter zombies.

With a diameter of about one meter and a half, the meniscus blades are like harvesters harvesting the heads of zombies, and these meniscus blades continue to leave a clean and neat "straight line" in the zombie group, making this seemingly slaughtering act also full of a unique beauty.

For the cautious Taylor, his own safety was also a point that could not be ignored, the spider eyes hanging from his chest shone brightly, the spider silk gathered in front of him into a buffer band, and the flame shield directly covered his head to form an eggshell-shaped pale red dome.

Perhaps because this road is close to the mountains and there are relatively few people, it takes about half an hour or so for the zombies gathered on this road to be completely destroyed by Taylor and turned into charred wreckage or broken remains.

It seems that the human race in this world is almost finished, and zombies have appeared on the transportation roads that connect the gathering places, and I am afraid that the city will not be spared.

What's really going on in this world? It's for humans, right?

After all, along the way, whether it is a beast or a demonic beast, there is no change............

Taylor thought as he searched for a vehicle that could be used, and the slightest breeze lingered around him, turning into ropes, rolling out hexagonal transparent crystals from the corpses or remains of zombies and putting them into bottles.

At present, Taylor has not found out that these regular transparent crystals are of any use, but he feels that since they are physical crystals containing vitality and spiritual power, then for an apprentice like him, it may have the effect of enhancing physical fitness and mental reserves, but it still needs to be carefully screened and experimented.

After collecting the clear crystals from the skulls of all the zombies, Taylor rode into what looked like a motorcycle, but was actually a one-man vehicle with six wheels.

This one-person vehicle also implements the characteristics of this plane, and is also driven by magic elements, with built-in magic runes and magic arrays as the driving force, but operating the text of this world on the dashboard makes Taylor a little embarrassed, presses all the buttons, operates it, and after a while of familiarity, Taylor is familiar with how to drive this "motorcycle".

As long as you follow this road, you will definitely find a larger gathering place, similar to a town or even a city, Taylor rides a motorcycle, the scenery on both sides flies past him, only occasionally when encountering wandering zombies, Taylor will slow down, fly out a wind blade, cut off the zombie's head, take out the crystal, and get it in one step.

By the time he reached the nearest city along the main road, he had arrived half-filled with glass bottles.

It was a town that didn't look big, and all that Taylor saw was zombies roaring and walking slowly and black crows flying through the sky, and the whole town was dead silent.

After getting off the motorcycle, Taylor walked into the town, and after killing a few zombies in his way, Taylor walked towards the center of the town.

He walked past clothing stores, nursery shops, some restaurants, restaurants, shops, etc., and looked at the dazzling array of goods and the magic runes and magic circles that were still in operation, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the development of such a rich civilization.

Leaving the neighborhood and leaving behind the remains of zombies all over the ground, Taylor arrived at the center of the city and saw a bloated, huge fat zombie rooted in a pile of flesh.

This looks like it weighs a few tons, and the height has reached five meters, and the skin on the whole body has been bursting, festering, exuding a billowing fishy smell, it looks quite difficult to mess with, judging by perception, the other party's magic fluctuations are about as strong as four one-eyed spiders.

It's not a big problem, and it can be dealt with.

The fat zombie stopped eating, tossed the flesh in his hand aside, and turned his head to stare at Taylor standing at the street entrance in front of him with godless eyes.

"Whoa!!"

As if seeing the most delicious food in the world, the fat zombie used his hands and feet to rush towards Taylor in an almost crawling manner.

With a wave of his hand, Taylor flew straight at the head of the fat zombie, and the zombie raised his arm full of rotten flesh and fat to stop it, and was about to continue to charge forward, but his feet were entangled in a large piece of spider silk.

The zombie roared angrily and was about to tear the spider silk wrapped around his feet, when a fireball exploded head-on as soon as he looked down.

The high temperature scorched the zombie's face into charcoal, and the zombie danced its thick palm towards Taylor, and a gust of wind rolled up under Taylor's feet, and he dodged sideways before turning around and unleashing several crescent blades again, slicing several pieces of rotting flesh from his fat and lost body.

Taylor wandered around the fat zombies, using spider silk to restrain the zombies' movements, making him unable to move, and using fireballs and wind blades to continuously consume, trying to directly blow the zombies' heads.