C39 CHAPTER39

From a distance, Sam spied a three-star Lord level zombie among the horde. This one stood out, displaying a glint of intelligence as it issued guttural commands to its undead brethren from the rear of the swarm.

As the zombie lifted its arm to direct a squad, its head suddenly exploded in a "Splash," reminiscent of a watermelon rigged with dynamite.

Two hundred meters away