The World of Masks

It didn't take more than I thought for the second line to be pierced in the path of the Axax Parade to be pierced. It was a marvelous thing to see the other troops that were oxidized while guarding the retreating troops to hit that defense line. The Allied forces exercising extreme force in such a wide open area have made the Anzag Parade Road the second and last line of defense, a wide road that can gain at least a lot of sight in Canberra and has fewer obstacles to straight-line ammunition. The idea was not wrong. The problem was that the difference in power between the two factions was already too overwhelming in power to fight, either inversely or unequally.

Puang!

Another Allied tank explodes. After using up all the cannonballs, the tank literally squashes the incoming undead with its giant weight and power, knocking and silencing some of the zombie's anti-tank weapons.

Armored forces destroyed and crippled throughout the second stance and soldiers lying on the ground turned to corpses. An enormous number of undead debris rolls over the path of the Axax Parade, but the undead rush back and forth, trampling on the debris of their allies.

Soon after, the second line collapsed completely.

"Hiic!"

"No, I don't want to die!"

The devastation of Canberra with successive defeats, combat fatigue, sudden attacks, and commanding forces, and the crucial last line of defense, the collapse of the second line was enough to panic the alliance. Regular soldiers, trained in each country, started running away, throwing weapons and ignoring orders. The idea of keeping the citizens behind us safe, or escaping to the Middle East like that, even more likely to die, was wiped clean from their heads. After erasing all rationality, he just ran back and forth from the front, following only his instinct to live. The undead, of course, let Goi go because the enemy has fled.

As the chin twitches, the soldiers flee and through the breach, the Demon King enters the perimeter. If it was a living human in front of you, you swung your sword, whether it was a common soldier, a deserter, or an injured soldier.

Puck!

The skull of the zombie rifle smashes the soldier's head. Blood splattered and bribes spilled. You're already covered in red blood, wielding a skull that can't even be found in its original color, and the zombies start looking for another scapegoat. You've already used up all the ammunition you received from the zombies. But the zombie continues to move forward, using his gun as a blunt force.

Boom!

The Allied forces have yet to unleash a few rounds of ammunition and ammunition here and there. But wait a minute. The spreading attacks were the target of the undead. When an attack is made on the Undead, the undead are surrounded by the nearest point of attack. And after a while, the terminals scream and the attack is cut off. As the scene continues, the Allied forces lose their attack power even more. Fear floods in.

The undead have now begun infiltrating every part of downtown Canberra. After a while, the undead, who were in the most duels, eventually caught up with the refugees who were last.

It was like lightning for refugees who were moving to force their legs to complain of fatigue with their tired eyes and to soothe their children whimpering, or to raise elderly people with dysfunctional behavior, but to live their lives.

"Monster, monster!"

The first undead to arrive on foot at the end of the refugee procession screams in a frightened voice. The crowd on the run turns their backs in unison.

The streetlights under the black sky illuminated them. Zombies coming in Union uniforms, spilling their guts. Skeletons with bloody knives scattering their bloody naturalisation with just the right sound.

"Yikes, yikes!"

The screams of horror begin to ring. The refugees began to flee as one. Push forward and tangle with the person next to you. The evacuation procession quickly turned into Abigail.

"Ahhhh!"

"It hurts! Don't step on it, don't step on it!"

"Hiya!"

Many people ran forward at the same time, and a person fell out. But the humans behind were unaware of the situation. No, I couldn't care less. The undead, who discovered the refugees, began to run in terror. Many people among the crowd were brutally trampled to death by the same people. The children who lost their parents' hands cried out, and the elderly were pushed down in the street. Immediately, screams, music, and wailing began to sound among the refugees.

But that was just the beginning.

Screaming!

Qajik!

The undead, who caught up with the refugees, started wielding their weapons. The skeletons wield their standing knives, and the walkers with the guns they dropped are clubbed until the guns are smashed. There was no compassion or mercy for his actions.

"Woof!"

"Shhhhh!"

His throat is slit, his stomach pierced, and his limbs crushed. Suddenly, blood and intestines blew around. The limbs of the limb that lost its owner sprawl and the torso that lost its head falls back uselessly.

The refugees screamed and shouted to make their way forward. Then, more and more humans were oppressed. It was literally a hell of a view.

"Ahhhh! Mom!"

With a big doll in his arms, the child who lost his parents let go and cried. Did they just lose their parents, or did their parents die in the carnage? But the people around him didn't take care of her. Now it was too much to save his own life.

The undead have steadily expanded into the streets, and in proportion to that, the number of undead slaughtering refugees has increased. Some of the refugees fought bravely against the undead. Their appearance was certainly beautiful when they took the courage to protect their children, their lovers, their parents, and their families. "Hero," said the shivering vision, without any awkwardness.

However, the sheer force and number of violence could not be defeated by courage alone.

Clubs cut down the trees around the side of the road have two bronze cavities with the owner on the skeleton's blade. A small knife that appears to be self-defensive is dropped by a violent zombie wielding a rifle and watches its owner being trampled thoroughly by a zombie.

But humanity's desperate resistance continues. Somehow, the family stopped the undead, using their body as a shield to send them safely.

"Honey!"

"Dad!"

"Run quickly! Come on!"

A man who disregards a bleeding arm and desperately tangles with a zombie. The appearance of a family member who risked his life for his family itself was dramatic, like a movie. But the problem was that the opponent was an undead who didn't have much of an eye for emotion.

"Ahhhh!"

An ordinary mortal could not stop the undead from strengthening with the power of the altar. The arm that was holding the zombie is snapped and pulled out. The zombie's ugly teeth bite his neck.

"Go! Run! Aaaaahhhh!"

The man screams in agony and yells at his wife and child. Seeing his wife and child dying miserably, he began to run away with tears in his eyes.

Qajik!

The zombie's teeth pierce through the neck, cutting through the bone, and closing. The man's throat twitches and sags. I'm out of breath.

Fluffy!

The dead are no longer foolish. The zombies hurl their prey at you, and then they begin to advance again. In front of me, there were many howling prey trapped inside a large cage called the city. A zombie lunges indiscriminately, as a lion leaps into a herd of rabbits.

If the slaughter continues, the number of refugees must continue to decline. There was a good chance of being exterminated. Often I hear gunfire if the scattered soldiers resist sporadically, but there is no choice but to use a little resistance to stop the undead forces. The refugees cried out, thinking their lives would be taken from those monsters, like the New Zealand massacres. It was about the time when I doubted that the sound of the wailing of their temple would reach the sky.

Quasi-support job!

Thunder struck from the sky. An epileptic so powerful as to be thought to be the wrath of the old god was split into several strands and plunged to the ground.

"Gaaaaaah!"

A sudden thunderstorm struck the refugees, blocking their ears and hesitating. I hated it no more. I shed tears in my eyes and blamed the sky for this cursed situation.

But the lightning bolt that struck now was not something that would cast their fear into despair, but something that would give them a glimmer of hope.

Tak!

Something fell off the roof of the second-floor house. A man who sat down in front of refugees with lost hope and lost his radiance. Neither white skeletons nor rotting corpses. He was definitely a human being.

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