My Doomsday Simulator Game.

Chapter 166 165. Meeting with the Swordsman
Several hours after Su Hong and the Corpse Demons left, three off-road vehicles drove in from the ice field. The believers in thick white robes carefully explored the entire Dawn Camp.

The camp was dead silent and deserted, only a mess remained, and it was obvious that it had been ransacked.

The leading man stood in the center of the camp, his frosted brows trembling. He picked up the signal transceiver and whispered, "I am Winter Owl. The Dawn Camp No. 4 has been ransacked. Most of the followers of the Lustful Order are missing, and there is no trace of Lady Melanie."

"The electronic intelligence has been cracked by an unknown force. Judging from the traces on the ground... this group of unknown undead people went to Xiedong City. It is very likely that they intend to support the resistance army."

The signal transceiver was silent for a while, and a cold voice came back from the other end, "Melanie asked for this. Keep a close eye on them to prevent any more accidents."

"Yes, Lord Saint Envoy."

The signal connection was disconnected. Inside a tent, the believers retreated respectfully with the signal transceiver in their hands. A burly man in a white robe sat on a direwolf blanket with a plate of raw meat in front of him.

The coldness on the man's face faded, and his expression returned to indifference. He used a knife and fork to cut the bloody raw meat on the plate.

The fork put the red meat into his mouth, and as he chewed vigorously, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth.

A believer appeared outside the tent. He said respectfully, "Lord Thrall, the camp did not hunt any disaster creatures today, but the third team captured three undead resistance fighters on the ice field today..."

Sal nodded and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue. "I want the most tender meat. Chef Daniel knows my taste."

"Yes." The cultists retreated, leaving only Sal in the tent to enjoy the meat.

After a long moment, Thrall paused. "The undead that could kill Melanie... must have very chewy meat."

……

On the way to Xiedong City, the Corps of Zombies had just climbed over a hill when Su Hong suddenly sneezed.

"Ah!"

"That's strange." Su Hong sniffed, "The cold shouldn't affect me."

Helena: "Mystical research shows that sneezing is not necessarily a response to temperature or disease, but may also be a mysterious connection with someone."

"Do you still believe this?" Su Hong looked forward. He seemed to see a ray of light in the dark ice field.

Helena answered seriously: "After the end of the world, mysticism has become a very scientific discipline, which can help humans study disasters and souls..."

"Helena, let's talk later. There seems to be a situation up ahead." He stopped Helena's chattering and fixed his eyes on the faint firelight on the ice field.

"Philip, go over and take a look at the situation."

Philip struggled out of the shadows, blended into the darkness, and flew towards the fire.

……

On the vast ice field, a young man supported a middle-aged man as they walked on the snow. They were wearing thick sweaters, hiding their bodies in the darkness.

After a while, the younger youth turned around. When he saw a bright light approaching them, his pupils suddenly contracted and he couldn't help but whispered, "Uncle Li, those believers are coming in our direction."

The middle-aged man called Uncle Li covered his mouth and coughed, "They have the ability to detect the traces of the aura of disaster. Liu Fan, please let me go. I can't let your father die in vain."

When Liu Fan mentioned this, his eyes instantly turned red. "Uncle Li, I can't run away. If you die, I can't live either. Why don't we ambush them together and fight them."

Uncle Li looked a little hesitant. Although his warrior qualities told him that hesitation was not a good thing at this time, he still hoped that Liu Fan could leave.

"Liu Fan, your father asked me to take you back to the shelter before he died..."

"Uncle Liu, we can't go back. There are Dawn believers everywhere." Liu Fan's face was in pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The blood debt of the Sword Bearer must be repaid with blood."

"Just listen to me this time."

"Okay." The man gritted his teeth. "There are no cowards in the Alliance. These damn Dawn followers must be taught a severe lesson." The two men stopped moving, crawled on the snow, drew their daggers, and waited quietly for the fire to approach like dormant beasts.

Two minutes later, the light of the torches illuminated the snow, and a team of ten Dawn Cultists approached with blood crystals in their hands.

The scarred man in the lead seemed to sense something. He suddenly stopped and looked into the darkness. He sneered, "Little rat, don't think we can't find you hiding here."

Liu Fan was shocked when he heard this. He was about to take action but was stopped by Uncle Li beside him.

"You're not coming out?" The man said coldly, "What Sword Holder? I think it's just a place where a bunch of rubbish gather."

In the darkness, Uncle Li held Liu Fan down and whispered, "Something is wrong. You go first. I'll attract their attention."

"Uncle Li, wait..."

Without waiting for Liu Fan to finish, he quickly stood up, rushed towards the fire, and shouted angrily: "Come on if you dare!"

"Uncle Li!"

The man rushed towards the group of believers like a moth to a flame. He had no intention of leaving alive from the beginning.

"Humph, the tiger's teeth and claws were pulled out, it was just bluffing."

The blood crystal in the cultist's hand glowed and instantly pierced the man's body.

His face was twisted in pain, he lost his momentum and fell headfirst into the snow.

The scarred man sneered and stepped on the man's face with his boot, "Waste is waste after all, and the sword wielder is no more than that."

"Since you are such a coward, I will give you a quick death."

The man drew the sword from his waist and stabbed him in the head.

"No!" Liu Fan rushed towards the cultist with a dagger in his hand, but the distance between him and the scarred man was too far, and he had no time to stop it.

At this critical moment, Liu Fan seemed to see a black shadow flying past him quickly and then hitting the scarred man.

"Oh!"

The scarred man screamed and flew out.

"Enemy attack!"

"What is that?" Liu Fan hurriedly stopped and looked forward.

A dark creature came to their rescue. Its round body floated like a ghost. It looked harmless, but it saved them.

"Shadow creature? They are from the Shadow Legion!" Liu Fan said in surprise.

"Shadow Legion..." Uncle Li turned over with difficulty and looked up. What Liu Fan said was right. This was indeed a shadow creature, and a very powerful one at that.

"Are we saved?" he murmured and was helped up from the snow by Liu Fan.

The shadowy creature did not speak to them, nor did it continue to attack the group of believers. It just kept confronting the believers, as if waiting for something.

"Wait, does this shadow creature have an owner?"

Uncle Li looked back and saw the hideous face of the zombie appear in the darkness, followed by the knight riding on it and an entire army of zombies.

"Corpse...Corpse ghost!" The believers showed expressions of fear and fled in panic.

(End of this chapter)