Fairy Tail: I Am the God

Plus, it's quite lightweight. Who knows, it might even be able to do something like "skimming on water"...

"What are you doing, a weird-looking zombie pretending to be a martial arts master! You've ruined the image of a sage!"

Kidd cursed inwardly, watching as he reached the end of the floor, and then spurred the mutated wolfhound to charge towards the railing.

The high-speed movement was suddenly halted, and a strong friction sensation immediately came from under the corpse puppet's feet, with even a spark flying from the soles of its feet.

"Jumping again?"

The bird carcass stared wide-eyed; it had learned its lesson this time.

Before the mutated wolfhound could even get over, it gracefully turned sideways, did a mid-air spin, and flipped over the railing.

Just as the mutated wolfhound was about to jump, it turned around and jumped back upon seeing this.

This zombie's intelligence is beyond saving.

"Why didn't it come down?" The bird corpse stood below for a second, then realized with annoyance that it had been tricked again.

"You don't deserve to be a zombie!"

The bird carcass frantically climbed upwards, cursing angrily.

"Ugh! You weak piece of trash! So annoying!"

The bird carcass screeched loudly, turned around with incredible speed, and swung its arm across like a steel bar.

"Oh!"

Gravel and railings flew out instantly, and the mutated wolfhound controlled by Kidd also retreated at the same time.

As the mutated wolfhound dodged the rubble and railings, the bird corpse suddenly appeared behind it, saying, "Gotcha, you lowly fellow."

The mutated wolfhound was enormous and couldn't dodge in mid-air; it was blasted into the theater by the bird carcass.

The mutated wolfhound let out a mournful howl, stood up while spitting blood, and had a deep dent in its abdomen.

As Kidd saw the mutated zombies slowly approaching from the airfield, his heart sank.

"Damn it, is there no way to avoid it? I have no choice but to face it head-on."

Kidd cursed inwardly. How could this king-level zombie be so resilient? It's bled so much, yet it's still jumping around. This is completely illogical.

WTF? !

Do I still have to take action?

After instructing the mutated wolfhound to attack, Kidd slipped into the movie theater and hid in a corner.

Then he regained control of the mutated wolfhound.

At this moment, the mutated wolfhound looked utterly miserable. Not only was it almost covered in blood, but its wolf head also had a bloody, mangled dent, and half of its eye was covered in thick blood. Its red eyeball had completely lost its previous intelligence and ferocity, looking like a cloudy glass ball.

The bird carcass swept across, causing several streams of blood to gush from the mutated wolfhound's shoulder.

Kidd glanced down at the blood-soaked wolf claws and his battered body. How could he possibly fight now?

It swung its wolf tail and flipped the movie theater seats over toward the bird carcass.

The bird carcass dodged it by tilting its head.

Those purple eyes suddenly shone so brightly they seemed to be spitting fire: "How annoying! The lowest of trash dares to..."

They haven't finished cursing yet!

A row of seats suddenly came crashing down with a "whoosh".

This time, the bird carcass didn't even try to dodge. The row of seats collided with the bird carcass's body and broke apart with a loud "bang".

The debris splattered on the bird carcass without even scratching its skin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The carcass bird's cries grew increasingly like those of a frantic bird. This fellow bird posed no real threat to it, but it fueled its fury to an all-time high.

These ordinary insects were no different from mosquitoes in its eyes, but it never expected that this one would cause it so much trouble today.

What enraged the bird corpse the most was that it could vaguely sense the presence of those humans on this small fish!

"They're in cahoots! They're in cahoots!"

The bird carcass flew into a rage and pounced in a flash.

The mutated wolfhound had already cunningly run away, specifically heading towards the corners of these cubicles.

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This environment is perfect for stalling tactics; as long as you're fast enough, you can find a place to hide no matter where you run.

Along the way, it can also use its tail to flick up and throw various objects, avoiding getting close enough to die.

As time ticked by, the mutated wolfhound's stamina had plummeted to a dangerous critical point.

Blood continued to drip from its body, and a tearing sensation emanated from its wounds.

Did this zombie eat some kind of fertilizer?

How can they still have such powerful fighting capabilities?!

Within the limited time available, the mutated wolfhound, under Kidd's skillful and agile control, dutifully dragged the bird carcass around the movie theater.

But the difference in strength is just too great!

As soon as the mutated wolfhound turned, a sudden pulling force came from its arm.

"Crack!"

Blood splattered, and the mutated wolfhound's body swayed.

The bird corpse looked at the mutated wolfhound that was still running forward, a fierce glint flashed in its eyes, and with a flap of its wings, it appeared behind the mutated wolfhound in a flash.

The bird corpse kicked the mutated wolfhound hard, and fragments of its internal organs mixed with a large amount of blood, flowing continuously from the corner of the corpse puppet's mouth.

Its expression was somewhat broken. Although zombies are inherently tenacious, it shouldn't have lasted this long!

Using his own body, Kidd successfully blocked the angle of the bird corpse's kick, protecting his most fatal chest and head.

In its rage, the bird-corpse could only twist its body to grab the hair of the corpse puppet. Just then, it caught a glimpse of a dark shadow out of the corner of its eye.

The moment their gazes met, a red-glowing playing card shot towards its head.

"what?!"

The bird carcass instinctively sensed something was wrong.

The various experiences of being tricked in the past have instilled in the bird corpse a constant sense of vigilance.

"Let go right now!"

The bird corpse's gaze was fixed on the playing cards. It lowered its head, but its sharp claws had already grabbed the mutated wolfhound's hair.

A surge of excitement welled up again, and the bird corpse felt its fingertips trembling with excitement.

It's not easy!

Finally, I'm going to get rid of this bug!

If it weren't for the lack of human-like emotions, the bird corpse would be weeping for its own thoughts right now.

A once-powerful, king-level zombie has fallen to such a state...

Could things get any more depraved?!

Just as it was about to end this humiliation itself, the playing card reached its head and was now in mid-air.

The bird carcass chuckled coldly. Whatever was being shot at this time, it wouldn't touch it anyway…

"Snapped!"

A stick flaming with flames was suddenly tossed out of the dark figure's hand.

"what?"

The bird carcass's attention was immediately drawn to the stick.

And right now.

Suddenly, a "whoosh" sound came from above, and the psionic poker stopped above the bird corpse's head. Then, a large bucket of liquid emitting a strange smell gushed out from it and poured down on its head.

The bird carcass seemed to sense something and was about to swoop forward when suddenly its vision went black, and it staggered a few times.

The black liquid was poured directly onto his body, and a pungent smell hit him.

Its tangled, bird's nest-like hair blinded it. Before it could react to the sudden turn of events, the stick had already landed at its feet.

Just as the bird's gaze caught a glimpse of a spark on the ground, it felt a surge of heat rush up its body.

"Ahhh!"

At the last moment, it managed to break the mutated wolfhound's neck, and the head in its hand quickly turned into a fireball.

"Wow ah ah!"

The bird carcass kept making strange noises.

However, at this moment, neither speed nor strength could help it extinguish the flames.