Undying Warlord

“Trash…” the shepherd said, just to smirk lightly before he added,

“Why are so many little sheeps so daring? Why would you be allowed to take one of these beauties if not even the head shepherd took a look at them first?

If you were still alive, I would have suggested that you should choose your words carefully before actually opening your mouth, but it looks like you cannot say anything even though your mouth is wide open!”

The smile of the shepherd looked devilish, and as if everyone’s mind had blanked out they looked at the corpse of the older man, who had just spoken out his mind a moment ago.

Blood trickled down his face, and a clean bullet hole crested his forehead.

His mouth was wide open as if he had been about to say something, but his words died along with him. Now, his corpse lay on the floor as blood pooled around it.

A few women screamed when the body fell to the ground, but most Survivors were simply too shocked by what they saw.

Their eyes nearly popped out of the sockets, fear swamping them. Just moments later some Survivors began to quiver in fear, thinking that they might be the next victim of the eccentric behavior the shepherd showcased.

It looked like even the other men and women in the shepherd’s group didn’t expect their own comrade to be shot on a whim.

This was truly unexpected to them because it had never happened before. Maybe they were beaten into a pulp, or lightly tortured.

But killed? Never! That had never happened until now as every single fighter was desperately needed to gain control over the surrounding areas, the Survivors, and to kill the monsters they encountered

Even Dilan couldn’t help but think that this was not the best way to maintain control over his group.

However, it was not exactly as if he bothered about the lives of those who threatened him and his people, to begin with!

Dilan observed each of the Shepherd group’s members, what type of gun they used, where they aimed, where their focus was, and how they were positioned._-.

Through this, he could tell that the shepherd had become interested in the fridges as well as the kitchen.

The fragrant smell of the meat broth was making him salivate because the group he belonged to had not eaten something warm for close to 10 days.

They had to survive by eating cold and preservable food. As such, the fridges, the kitchen, and the fact that the gas stove was still working were no less than a dream for them.

“He will be pleased when I tell him about the hospital! Moving here should make things much easier…” Speaking to himself, the shepherd opened the sliding door of the kitchen.

Afterward, he entered it with great vigilance.

There might still be Survivors lurking inside that they hadn’t seen yet.

As such, after stepping inside he closed the sliding door behind him before observing everything with great care. Nobody could escape his sight!

However, it was just at this moment that a loud shout echoed through the surroundings followed by an ear-splitting noise that felt like thunder had emerged in the midst of the cafeteria.

“EVERYONE TO THE GROUND!”

Dilan had waited for the perfect moment to act. This included the fact that he required a few precious minutes before he had replenished one more Mana unit!

This increased his total to 11 units of Mana, which was everything he needed.

He was enraged about the attitude of the humans that had charged into their territory, threatening to take away all their resources and women as if they were sheeps.

It was not as if his group had done something to them, like stealing their goods, let alone killing one of their members.

They acted like hoodlums and utter trash.

As such, Dilan chose to treat them like that as well!

After shouting out his warning Dilan catapulted his body toward the closest intruder.

All of them had spread out in the cafeteria, but three of them were roaming around in a group.

This made things much easier as it would allow Dilan to pierce through their throats in a single move.

Only the shepherd seemed to be an Ascender, and even his Strength stat barely reached four times the average human before the Primordial Ascension.

Because of that, Dilan had easily pulled the spoon out of his wound during the first push toward his opponents.

Dilan’s eyes were ice-cold, and filled with anger as he let out a roar and ended the life of the first small group of attackers.

Those were the ones who had dared approach the resting area of the women sleazily, cackling like hyenas at the sight of so many beautiful women.

However, before they could do that Dilan had appeared in the midst of the three, killing them with just a slash.

It was not even possible for them to reach for their weapons before their soul left their body.

Just a moment later Dilan appeared behind the second batch of vile humans.

They stood further apart from each other and paid more attention to their surroundings.

As such, they were able to react to his angered voice when he had roared out.

Lifting their guns, the three humans could only see that every single Survivor in Dilan’s group threw themselves to the ground.

It was as if everyone was one individual as their movements were in sync.

Only Dilan, followed by the other vile humans was left alive.

As such, it was easy to see the purple flash that appeared in front of them.

Shots were fired just a moment later but Dilan had emerged behind one of the vile humans.

Tightly grasping the burly man’s body, he exerted his high strength to lift him in the air.

Ignoring the fact that the man was still alive, Dilan used him as a meat shield to dodge most bullets.

Even if some penetrated through the man’s body, reaching Dilan’s bare upper body, he didn’t even notice a faint prickling sensation.

His entire mind was focused on the opponents ahead!

Throwing the body riddled with bullet holes toward one of the men who attacked him, Dilan appeared in front of the other one before piercing through his chest.

The Clawed Gloves were not even required for Dilan to achieve this because the attackers were ordinary humans and not zombies or beasts, to begin with.

As such, his Strength was tens of times higher, to begin with.

But that was not something Dilan could care about.

Thus, he simply twisted his body at a blinding speed, and a faint crackling noise from his ankle reached his ears.

It nearly broke but that was necessary for him to change the trajectory of his run in an abrupt manner.

After all, there was still an attacker in the small batch he had yet to kill.

The man at whom he threw his meat shield was lying on the ground.

However, instead of bending down to kill him, Dilan broke his neck by stomping on his head before he sped up once again.

Just at this moment, he saw that more than five guns were aimed at him.

But instead of feeling that death approached him, Dilan set off with a powerful kick.

In that instant, the attackers pulled the trigger of their guns, starting a barrage of shots.

Unfortunately, they missed their target as Dilan had disappeared from their sight all of a sudden.

He was not there anymore!

Only when a pained groan followed by a thumping noise could be heard from next to them were they able to see Dilan once again.

Not knowing much about abilities and their functions, the ordinary humans couldn’t understand that Dilan had just used [Gale]that drained him of every single trace of Mana he had left in his body.

It was exhausting to use so much mana at once, but that was perfectly fine. Dilan was just happy that [Gale] had worked because its uses had been replenished!

Dilan was now so used to killing that even taking the life of a fellow human didn’t move him. There was neither joy nor sadness visible on his face as he pierced through the chest of the young man.

But even regretting ending the lives of other humans could change nothing right now.

It was either them or him who could survive, and Dilan would not give up on his life!

With that in mind, he catapulted himself toward the others that had yet to turn in his direction.

They had not yet comprehended what happened, which made it possible for Dilan to leave a trail of corpses.

Leaving behind blood and death, Dilan had killed every single person from the shepherd’s group in the cafeteria in mere five seconds.

Only the shepherd in the kitchen was left behind.

Dilan was already standing in front of the sliding door, just to see that it was being slid open.

A gun pointed at him, but he didn’t move away.

Instead, Dilan’s hand pierced out at the gun, shattering it at once.

The impact of Dilan’s thrust flung the shepherd backward, throwing him to the ground.

Looking up with a baffled expression, the shepherd couldn’t believe what had just happened.

However, when his eyes fell on Dilan’s blood-smeared face, he knew that it was not a dream, as the young man’s ice-cold eyes were fixated on him.

“Choose an option…either talk or die in the most painful way you can imagine!”

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