Dean took out the Walking Dead powder that had been prepared in his waist bag and smeared it on his armor. A strong rotten smell came out and covered his own smell. He used the Dragon Blood Technique to control the blood flow rate in his body and reduce the heat. Then he walked straight to the fortress with Aisha.
The Undeads wandering outside the fortress seemed to feel something and slowly stopped.
Dean looked at their pale faces. Some of the Undeads had large bloodstains on their mouths. At this moment, they were all staring at him.
Dean was calm. The Walking Dead powder he brought was of the highest grade. Even if the physique of these Undeads was different from that of ordinary people, he could still fool them.
He walked directly over. At this time, these Undeads suddenly moved, but they did not rush to Dean. Instead, they avoided him as if they had encountered something fearful. They hid on both sides of the road, their bodies shivering.
Dean was startled. Suddenly, he thought of Aisha. Were these Undeads afraid of her?
When he walked to the front of the fortress, a soldier fell from the front of the fortress. His body slammed to the ground and he spat out a mouthful of blood. A large blood mark was torn on his arm. He was seriously injured at this moment.
When he saw Dean and Aisha coming, he was scared and hurriedly climbed up. When he was about to fight, he suddenly saw Dean's ruddy and white skin, which was completely different from the paleness of the Undeads. Moreover, Dean's eyes were calm, not full of violent bloodthirsty eyes. He was stunned for a moment and said, "You, you are a human?!"
His eyes slowly turned and looked at the shivering corpse companion behind Dean. The whole person was stunned. This scene was too strange.
Dean pushed his body away and led Aisha straight into the open door behind him. He did not pay attention to the injured soldier. After he entered the fortress, the screams of the injured soldiers suddenly sounded outside the door, resounding through the night sky.
Dean and Aisha walked all the way forward. From time to time, a few Undeads in soldier armor rushed over. But when they got close to them, they stopped and shivered.
The strange reaction of these Undeads made Dean pay attention to it. Obviously, the reaction of these Undeads was probably because of Aisha. But what puzzled him was that the Undeads had no consciousness. They didn't even have thoughts. They didn't know pain and fear. So why were they afraid of Aisha? It should be noted that having the "Commander Consciousness" meant that it had the ability to think!
However, the undead had no consciousness, and this had already been proven countless times. Even in the face of monsters that were countless times stronger than them, they would still rush forward without fear of death.
"Could it be that they are only afraid of their own kind?" Dean's eyes flashed. He felt that there should be some deeper secrets hidden in the body of the Undead. This secret may have been reflected long ago, but no one was aware of it. It was like the era without technology. People could feel the air, but they didn't know the composition of the air. They just lacked the tools to explore!
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to see the Demonic Creature Research Institute. They studied demonic creatures all year round, and it was unknown how many secrets they had hidden.
"Help!"
Screams came from the surrounding barracks. Dean turned his head and saw that the screams didn't attract the help of other survivors. Instead, it attracted the nearby undeads. They pounced on them and tore them apart. Soon their intestines were thrown out.
Dean didn't make a move. He walked all the way with Aisha. The surrounding World of Slaughter seemed to be isolated from him. The two were like walking in the heavy battlefield jungle, but not a single leaf touched them.
The two walked out of the fortress. The soil behind them had turned blood red, and the sand in their footprints was mixed with blood.
Behind the fortress was a spacious road leading to the towering Carmen City in front. They could clearly see the wall lamps hanging on the more than 20 meters high city gate. At the moment, there were a lot of figures jumping on the city wall, and from time to time, a few sharp arrows were shot outside the city.
Dean looked up. The top of the city wall was also in chaos, and it was occupied by the undeads.
He silently walked to the city gate with Aisha. The city gate was unlatched, and he pushed it open with one hand. The squeaking sound spread, and suddenly there was a roar of the undeads at the city gate.
Dean didn't have any fear. He took Aisha and strode forward.
As soon as the undeads wandering at the city gate approached, the ferocious expression on their faces stopped. They swayed to the side of the road, shivering, and didn't dare to approach.
Dean glanced around. There were screams coming from the streets outside the city gate. Some of the houses were ignited by the overturned oil lamps. It was a mess.
He estimated that most of the other cities were in the same situation. There was a trace of pity in his heart. He couldn't help but ask himself, "Should I use other methods to contain the actions of the military and the Monastery?"
But as soon as this idea came out, it was strangled by him.
He abandoned the softness in his heart. He thought that it was hypocritical to sympathize with the undeads now.
Thinking of this, he took out the map in his arms, looked at it, and immediately took Aisha along the left side of the street.
The street was in chaos. Some houses were closed. Through the heat captured by the vision, he could see people hiding in the houses, huddled together, shivering. When the disaster broke out, not everyone was infected with the ptomaine. When the undeads rushed to the street and caused a disturbance, most of the people on the street were scared and fled back to their homes.
Dean walked along the street and immediately saw the bitten and bloody corpses on the roadside. Some of them were less than one meter tall, and the bodies of women. There was also a gray-haired old man whose chest was torn open, lying on the ground.
Dean glanced at them, and didn't stop walking all the way forward.
"Help! Help me!! " When he came to the street, a woman suddenly jumped out of the alley and threw herself into Dean's arms, crying and begging. At the same time, she looked back in horror.
Dean also looked behind her. There was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy chasing after her. His face was ferocious, and his mouth was stained with blood.
Dean was about to kill him. Suddenly, the woman grabbed his back and pushed him. At the same time, she took the opportunity to escape to the other side of the street.
Dean stood firm and turned his head to look at her escaping figure. His eyes narrowed, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He thought that such a situation was not unusual.
He didn't lower himself to the woman's level and continued to move forward.
After the young undeads rushed out of the alley, they sensed Aisha's smell. They immediately stopped and stood shivering.
Dean followed the map all the way forward. Along the way, he saw a lot of people being chased and bitten to death by the undeads. He didn't deliberately attack. Some people had been bitten, but he was too lazy to care. Sooner or later, they would die anyway.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Dean had entered the inner area of the city. He suddenly saw a large number of soldiers surrounding a square in a neat formation, and a large number of passers-by gathered in the square, shouting loudly.
"Get out of the way, bastard!!"
"We are not infected, why are you catching us!!"
"Why are you stopping us instead of killing those monsters!!"
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