Saeko Busujima was shot, and although he was furious, Roy did not act immediately; his LV.1 strength was not enough to allow him to directly confront modern firearms.
Roy took Saeko Busujima and hid in a nearby bush. As time passed, the rage in his heart not only did not diminish but burned even more fiercely.
It was already dusk when they left Fujimi High School, and by the time they arrived here, night had fallen, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Half an hour later.
Roy slowly opened his eyes, a hint of bloody coldness flashing deep within them, like a roused beast.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. The soldiers in the base also knew that sound would attract zombies, which could be seen from their use of silencers when firing earlier, so there were not many arrangements, nor any searchlights or the like.
Roy lay on the ground and slowly crawled towards the large truck. This process only took one minute.
He successfully reached the bottom of the large truck.
Roy found the right spot, raised the Village Good Sword, and thrust it forward. The sharp sword tip pierced the fuel tank, and gasoline with a pungent smell gushed out.
Soon, the ground was covered in gasoline.
Roy returned to the driver's seat, started the engine, ignited it, and stomped on the accelerator. The truck shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
Bang!
The large truck crashed through the barrier at the base entrance, rushed straight in, and stopped in an open area.
The owner of this large truck was also an old smoker. Roy took a windproof lighter, ignited the gasoline on the ground, and the flames instantly spread.
After doing all this, Roy was as quick as a rabbit, pushing off with his feet and slipping into the shadows.
The burning large truck emitted a violent crackling sound, and thick black smoke rose, illuminating the surroundings, making it very noticeable under the silent night sky.
The surrounding zombies raised their heads and walked towards it. The base, now without a barrier, was unobstructed.
The roar of the large truck and the sound of the barrier being broken had alerted the soldiers inside the base.
The burly white man, Alton, looked through the window, saw the zombies approaching the base, grabbed the radio, and cursed, "Fuck! Wayne, what the hell are you doing!"
"I don't know!" The blond young man on duty in the high tower, also startled awake, looked bewildered, and at this moment, he also saw the zombies breaking into the base.
And the blazing large truck.
"Is it that kid?!"
The blond young man immediately realized something, his face darkening. The other party actually dared to retaliate against them.
Seeing the zombies about to enter the base, Lieutenant Alton couldn't sit still. "Wayne, quickly kill those zombies! Dane, call everyone up!"
The soldiers who were originally resting were called up, quickly fully armed, displaying the swiftness of professional soldiers.
They had set up an M2HB Browning heavy machine gun on the high tower, its firing range covering almost half the base. The blond-haired, blue-eyed youth aimed the gun at the base gate and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Tat-tat-tat! Tat-tat-tat!
Intense gunfire echoed through the night sky, and the zombies below, about to enter the base, fell in droves.
But this was a vicious cycle; more and more zombies were attracted by the gunfire, forming a massive horde at the end of the road, pouncing like rabid dogs.
At this time, the other soldiers in the base were in position, using crossfire to kill the zombies.
Actually, the best solution was to block the gate and then clear out the zombies inside the base.
But looking at the increasing number of zombies, the remaining soldiers swore in their hearts that if the lieutenant forced them to block the gate, they would choose to kill the lieutenant!
The America soldiers, focused on dealing with the zombies, had not yet realized that their true grim reaper was about to arrive. The blond-haired, blue-eyed youth, however, had some inkling; Roy's retaliation was probably not that simple.
Wayne, while shooting zombies, frantically and angrily searched for Roy's whereabouts. This lowly race actually dared to resist the noble white race.
Roy lay hidden in the grass by the corner of the wall, using shadows and weeds for cover, like a hunter eyeing his prey. He was observing the number of people and the firepower inside the base.
To win against the strong with the weak, and against many with few, the most crucial thing was intelligence; blindly rushing in was suicidal.
With the zombie invasion, almost everyone in the base had come out to defend, a total of sixteen people, fourteen men and two women. The highest-ranking officer was a lieutenant, whose America military shoulder insignia was a silver rectangular pattern.
Roy's gaze was fixed on that lieutenant; the importance of taking out the commander was undeniable.
Under the command of that burly man, the dozen or so soldiers were clearly divided in their tasks, showing no sign of panic. Roy had no doubt that, barring any unexpected circumstances, this wave of zombie attacks would also be easily suppressed by them.
But he was that unexpected circumstance!
Roy moved slowly along the wall, stealthily approaching the white lieutenant.
Seeing that all the soldiers were focused on dealing with the zombies at the base gate, completely unprepared for an enemy behind them, Roy seemed to understand something.
That bastard who shot Saeko Busujima had not reported his intrusion. Whatever the person's motive, this situation was extremely favorable to him: the enemy was in the open, while he was in the dark.
When Roy came within twenty meters, the professional military lieutenant seemed to sense something as well, a hint of unease appearing on his face, his brows furrowed, and his gaze shifting.
But it was all too late!
Treading on Wind!
Roy activated the Wind Chaser Boots' special effect, dashing out in a single stride, instantly covering the distance between them. The Village Good Sword pierced through the burly man's chest from behind, impaling his heart, and blood dripped from the sword tip.
The burly man turned his head slightly, his mouth wide open.
Roy pulled out the Village Good Sword, and the man's body collapsed, the flowing blood forming a pool.
"Lieutenant?!"
"Why is there a child?"
"Shoot!"
...
The four closest soldiers, who were originally dealing with zombies, were collectively stunned by the sudden turn of events. In their fury, they tried to turn their guns around.
But Roy's reaction was faster than theirs.
Roy pulled out the mystic ice blade, and a cold chill erupted from the blade, as if transforming into an ice dragon, letting out a roar and pouncing towards them.
The four soldiers in front were directly frozen into ice sculptures.
Crack!
Fine cracks appeared on the mystic ice blade, spreading across the blade. Roy glanced down, feeling a pang of heartache. He knew this demonic sword could be used at most one more time.
Demonic swords were incredibly useful; no chanting was needed, and magic could be cast instantly. This feature alone was enough to make enemies' scalps tingle. This high-quality demonic sword had even more terrifying power. Roy took a moment to ask, and it was equivalent to a demonic sword worth six or seven hundred thousand falis from the Hephaestus Familia.
Roy put away the mystic ice blade and charged forward, swinging the Village Good Sword with all his might, cutting down the America soldiers inside, along with the solid ice.
By the time the others reacted, Roy had already slipped away, re-submerging into the deep shadows.
As he moved, Roy glanced towards the high tower, meeting the gaze of the blond-haired, blue-eyed youth. Roy's icy eyes seemed to say:
"You're next!"