Whoosh--
The very next second, as Shawn's words fell.
A large group of Berserkers, like a school of fish leaving the sea, crashed uncontrollably into the side wall of the stairs.
They felt no pain and scrambled over each other, as if Shawn was a ginseng fruit that could prolong their lives.
The'Spike Trap' could stop them, but only for a few moments.
The Berserkers, with their backs or bellies pierced and directly nailed to the wooden barricade, still roared desperately at him through the square opening Shawn had left.
The'Spike Traps', placed crisscross, were forcibly overcome by dozens of Berserkers using their rotting flesh, directly penetrating this first line of defense.
Shawn gripped his Stone Hammer, watching the Berserkers come before him, only then making a move.
He met the Berserkers that squeezed through the gaps, like a diligent farmer, raising his livelihood tool high and then bringing it down heavily!
Splat--!
Blood, illuminated by the Blood Moon's glow, flowed across the floor, meeting Shawn's crimson eyes.
This made Shawn, already drenched in blood, appear even more bloodthirsty at this moment.
Watching the Berserkers still scrambling and crowding forward, Shawn actually reached out and grabbed at them directly.
He couldn't tell which one he had caught, but he yanked it sharply, pulling it in.
Before it could get up and bite, the next second, the Stone Hammer crashed down on its head.
He struck it three times in a row, completely crushing its head.
And just then, the not-so-sturdy wooden blocks suddenly developed a crack.
Crash, crash--!
The moment Shawn looked, a piece of wood broke, and a Berserkers 'escaped its cage'.
"Eat!"
"You want to eat me that badly?!"
Shawn struck it with one hammer, sending it flying back.
Several Berserkers, unable to stand, tumbled backward down the stairs, their heads, chests, limbs… landing precisely on the staggered'Spike Traps' on the stairs.
For a moment, they couldn't move!
They didn't intend to give Shawn time to react, and Shawn likewise didn't intend to give them any more chances to destroy the wooden blocks.
Through the third broken wooden block, the Stone Hammer reached out and swept horizontally.
It actually knocked back the dozen or so Walkers blocking the entrance, making them retreat repeatedly.
Seizing this opportunity, Shawn directly pulled out the rifle he had taken from the Survivor Camp from his backpack.
He attached a long magazine and, without bothering to aim, dragged the barrel and sprayed wildly at the Walkers outside the wooden blocks.
A full clip of bullets was expended within 10 seconds.
Then came the second magazine!
However, the Berserkers's death charge did not stop; they eagerly offered their heads to Shawn's gun barrel.
On average, 3 to 5 bullets could penetrate a Berserkers's head, incapacitating it and turning it into a complete corpse.
Six magazines were emptied, and Shawn had eliminated over twenty Berserkers.
After the last clip was fired, Shawn put away his rifle, picked up his Stone Hammer again, and took two steps back.
It wasn't because he was out of bullets, but because the wooden blocks were about to give way and shatter all at once.
Shawn lowered his head, loosened his grip, allowing the muscle soreness to slightly ease.
He tore a short-sleeved shirt from a nearby wardrobe and wrapped it around his hand and the hammer handle like a rope.
This would prevent the hammer from slipping out of his hand at a critical moment due to the slipperiness of blood.
Crack--
Crack crack--!!
The wooden blocks shattered accompanied by dense low growls.
Shawn raised the Stone Hammer and swept it forward, knocking down two or three.
Watching the Berserkers rush forward one after another, his expression remained unchanged; he switched from sweeping to smashing, triggering headshots and brutally crushing their heads!
Shawn's heart, upon smelling the blood from the Berserkers at extremely close range, began to pound violently due to the mechanism.
Hot blood, aided by his heart, continuously and rapidly surged to all parts of Shawn's body.
One Walker bit directly into Shawn's chest, and Shawn was knocked back two steps before steadying himself.
Other Berserkers swarmed and crashed into him, heavily pressing Shawn's hand and the hammer handle against the wall, grinding them repeatedly.
"Damn it!"
Shawn gritted his teeth, excruciating pain coming from all over his body.
The remaining dozen or so Berserkers had already surrounded him, crawling on Shawn's body, trying to find a place to bite.
Shawn suddenly lifted his head, his eyes intensely bloodshot!
"Ah!!!"
His body suddenly expanded by 1.5 times, and veins bulged all over him!
The veins on his neck protruded even more menacingly; steadying his feet, he frantically pushed the Berserkers in front of him, slamming them all against the other wall.
Crunch--
The heads of the Berserkers collided with the wall, making crisp snapping sounds.
Shawn could no longer feel his right hand, but relying on his immense strength, he used all his might to sweep the Stone Hammer in front of him!
Whoosh--!
It was almost a perfectly synchronized sound.
But the moment this sound rang out, the remaining Berserkers in front of Shawn uncharacteristically lost all movement.
They stood frozen, their mangled bodies swaying.
With a 'thud', the first headless Berserkers fell, and then it was unstoppable.
The remaining Berserkers successively fell to the ground, lifeless.
And it was at this moment that the Blood Moon outside the church's second-floor window began to gradually fade, until it completely disappeared.
Along with it, the bloodlust in Shawn's eyes also vanished, as did Shawn's body, which had expanded by 1.5 times.
When the Blood Moon set, a wave of weakness and intense, piercing pain came one after another.
Shawn's heart relaxed; gritting his teeth, he leaned against the wall, just about to sit down.
But the low growls coming from behind him immediately stiffened his body; Shawn turned his head, his face pale.
He saw that the church stairs, at some unknown point, were already filled with ordinary Walkers.
"Damn, I forgot about the ordinary Walkers."
Shawn squinted, blood dripping from the top of his head.
Clearly, these Walkers were attracted by the commotion of Shawn's recent battle.
But Shawn didn't understand why there were so many?!
The Walkers in front of him not only completely occupied the stairway, but there was also a 'horde' surging in from the main hall behind them.
Without time to think further, Shawn removed the short-sleeved shirt wrapped around his right hand and transferred the hammer to his left hand.
His right hand hung at his side, the pain from the fracture constantly assailing Shawn's consciousness.
Enduring the pain and negative effects, Shawn, bathed in blood, swung the Stone Hammer.
He fought frantically against the Pounce Walkers.
How many did he kill exactly?
Shawn himself couldn't remember; he only remembered constantly swinging the Stone Hammer.
Blood and corpses piled up on the second floor of the church, creating a world like hell.
Having dealt with the last Walker, Shawn collapsed weakly to the ground.
His left hand, though not fractured, felt as if it were, completely numb.
Shawn was wounded from head to toe, almost entirely covered in scars from the Walkers.
His vision blurred...
But just then, there was still one remaining Walker, swaying as it walked up the stairs.
"Didn't I kill... the last one just now?"
"But I have no strength left... no strength left..."
Looking at the Walker whose head he could normally smash with a single blow, Shawn couldn't pick up the Stone Hammer lying by his feet.
Since the last upgrade and stat allocation, the Stone Hammer, which was lighter than a wooden stick, now felt like Mount Tai, completely unmoving.
Shawn's heart was anxious, but he watched helplessly as the Walker gradually approached.
"If only I had strength again... strength... wait, strength!"