"Huff huff"
"Huff huff"
A deep growl emerged.
"The tyrant has appeared."
Someone exclaimed.
Having seen the album, they could now identify many evolutionary zombies.
They knew the tyrant was a terrifying existence, more horrifying than the powerful zombies within the zombie hordes.
The tank, which they saw as a battlefield divine artifact, toppled like a toy when facing the tyrant. If not for the protective metal shell, the survivors inside would have been dragged out and devoured by the zombies long ago.
One.
Two.
More tyrants appeared.
The tank was damaged, directly flipped over by the tyrant, and the tyrant even swung its meat scythes to cut a slit in the tank's iron shell. If the tank's material hadn't been hard enough, it might have been cut in half.
Gradually.
A sense of helplessness emerged in everyone's hearts.
There were just too many zombies.
And those evolutionary zombies made them feel even more desperate.
"Captain, do we still have hope?"
