Chapter 214: Chapter 214
Faced with this situation, humans can only place their hopes on faith.
Gospel Town, town center.
Outside the walls of a villa with a highly modern style, the Living Dead with bloodied faces and snarling expressions climbed over the walls, stepping on the bodies of their companions, using all sorts of unreasonable ways to get into the yard.
Their bodies wobbled as they walked across the lawn towards the villa.
On the second floor of the villa, townsfolk who had long been armed and ready immediately raised their rifles, opening fire on those Living Dead dare to approach the villa.
The gunfire erupted, and the sound of bullets was deafening.
For the remaining townsfolk, this situation had become commonplace, as they madly shot bullets from their guns into the heads of the Living Dead.
Just like in a biohazard crisis, the weak points of these ghoulish things are also their heads.
"Quickly, we must hold the yard and absolutely cannot let them break into the house."
A black man shouted furiously, then pulled a grenade's pin and tossed it out.
These weapons were brought over from the town police station by the sheriff. It was precisely because of the support of these firearms that they had been able to survive against the Living Dead's assault until now.
But as time passed with no sight of rescue, with no contact with the outside world, and food and water becoming scarcer, along with dwindling bullet supplies.
Various pieces of bad news had begun to haunt the minds of these Gospel Town townsfolk.
When people lose hope, they also lose the motivation due to despair.
The grenade landed, blowing a large number of Living Dead into broken limbs, painting the grass in the yard blood red.
Clearly, in a time of peace, yet experiencing a scene as tragic as World War II.
Under the desperate defense from the survivors in the villa, the fierce assault from the Living Dead was finally repelled.
Everyone couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, sitting on the ground and high-fiving each other. Anyway, they managed to survive another day.
"Hey, everyone, I feel that waiting isn't a solution. We need to think of a way to save ourselves. Since we can't contact the outside world, we must break out and seek external assistance. Otherwise, sooner or later, we'll all be trapped to death here."
At this moment, a white sheriff stood up, walked to the center of the crowd and loudly said, "Staying here only leads to a dead end. Either die at the hands of those monsters outside or die in the predicament of having no water and food. I'm willing to take the initiative, is there anyone willing to go with me?"
The townsfolk inside the house immediately fell silent, lowering their heads without speaking.
The current crisis was certainly terrifying, but the unknown outside was even more unsettling.
Staying in the villa, they might huddle together for warmth and survive for a few more days. Perhaps they could hold out until the army arrives for rescue.
But now, if they went out, they risked being torn apart by the Living Dead if they weren't careful.
No one wanted to become a zombie.
Seeing everyone's demeanor, the white sheriff revealed an expression of deep regret.
As an academy graduate, he had enough confidence to lead the townsfolk out, but unfortunately, life was not like filming a movie.
No one volunteered to go out with him to form an expedition team like a movie plot just after hearing his speeches.
Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound from a direction in Gospel Town.
The white sheriff hurried to the window to look out, only to see multiple bolts of lightning striking down in the night sky to the north.
Yet at this moment, the sky over Gospel Town was clear. There wasn't even a cloud in sight, let alone a thunderstorm. It was clear that something unusual was happening with the weather over there.
"Damn it, I can't stand being kept in the dark any longer. What exactly has Congress been hiding from us?"
The white sheriff, unable to contain his resentment, ran downstairs alone, climbed out through the window in the back door, and drove a car from the yard to crash through the already battered gate, heading in the direction of the Graveyard.
Even if it means dying, he wanted to die knowing why Gospel Town ended up in this ghostly state.
"Since this guy didn't die that day, it means that Exorcist Association's special forces must have failed. Otherwise, the people of the Morolick Clan wouldn't have shown up in Gospel Town. The power of the Sheep's Eye Tree is truly terrifying. If every member of the Morolick Clan acquired powers like that of this guy, it's unimaginable."
In the backyard, after digging a large pit and throwing Aife's dead body into it, Sun Yan sighed as he looked at her half-buried corpse.
If everyone in the Morolick Clan could transform into this form, conquering America would only take a month or two.
Without the use of nuclear weapons or missiles, ordinary arms would cause very limited damage to Aife.
Once such monsters were allowed into cities, there would only be two words—Destruction.
"Jackson, I think we can't continue staying in the Graveyard. We must go out to farther places to see the situation, or else we'll be too passive. If more monsters come next time, we might not be able to handle them," Sosia said worriedly.
"No, staying in the Graveyard is the best choice; trust me," Sun Yan said seriously. "In my hometown, we have a saying, 'Paper can't wrap around fire.' America won't let the Morolick Clan continue indefinitely. They must have been given a secret deadline."
"As long as we wait for the deadline to pass, the situation will certainly improve. We just need to patiently wait for the outcome in the Graveyard. I think even the Sheep's Eye Tree can't grant the Morolick Clan too much power. Blood Races as freakish as Aife are definitely few in number, so you needn't worry." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Seeing that Sosia's face remained tense and serious, Sun Yan smiled and patted her shoulder, "Don't be afraid, we still have two 'trump cards' in our Graveyard that haven't been played yet. There's no need to worry about the Morolick Clan's danger. Who knows, when they come, they might get obliterated."
On the dirt road outside the Graveyard, a car with one headlight broken was racing towards the usually unfrequented Graveyard, causing Katske's heart to quicken.
Simultaneously, a long-forgotten memory surfaced in his mind.
Katske was a local of Gospel Town and remembered that when he was young, his mother once told him something while making buttered bread.
When Katske was three, he played in the wheat fields near Gospel Town and got lost for three days and nights without returning home.
His family and the townsfolk searched the wheat fields continuously for several days, but failed to find any trace of Katske.
Just when everyone was hopeless, an Asian Tomb Guardian heard the news and came over, penetrating the wheat fields to rescue Katske, who was already starving to the point of dizziness.
Strangely, the wheat fields had been searched inside and out by the townsfolk numerous times, eliminating the possibility of a child being overlooked while hiding there, leaving everyone puzzled.
According to Katske's account afterward, he saw a scarecrow wearing a denim jacket in the wheat fields at the time.
When he approached, the scarecrow's entire body twisted bizarrely like willow branches blowing in the wind.
Katske stood there staring at the scarecrow for three days and nights until someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and he saw his parents in front of him.
This incident caused significant psychological trauma for Katske back then, which he gradually forgot about as he grew older.
Now, watching the Graveyard get closer, a strange sense of hope arose in Katske's heart.
That Asian Tomb Guardian must have been someone with special abilities. If they could find him, perhaps there was hope for salvation for the remaining townsfolk.
When the car entered the Graveyard, Dahuang couldn't help but rush over and bark furiously.
Once Katske got out of the car, Dahuang sniffed his scent and calmed down after determining he wasn't part of the Blood Race.
If Katske were part of the Blood Race, Dahuang would have already spewed fire to burn him alive.
"Is anyone there?" Katske called out to the main building where the lights were still on.
"Who are you?" Elise came out of the main building, staring intently at this stranger, full of vigilance.
After just facing a monster as powerful as Aife, everyone's nerves had become incredibly tense.