Infinite Anime Transformed into Sky Striker

The absolute area between the knee-high socks and the skirt, that piece of snow-white skin is touching in the intersection of time

And her golden hair dancing in the wind when she was galloping was dazzling and eye-catching, making her look like an elf descending from the morning light.

If it weren't for the black and red flash blade in her hand still emitting cold murderous intent, people would hardly be able to connect this beautiful girl with the terrifying monster from yesterday.

The students in the school bus looked at each other, their eyes wandering between Ling Yi and the corpses scattered outside the window.

The sharp contrast between beauty and killing filled them with awe and complex emotions.

However, this shock did not make them take it lightly.

The fear that Ling Yi brought to them was too deep. The images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood were still lingering in their minds. No one dared to look down on her in the slightest.

And just a few minutes later, the scene outside the car made everyone unable to distract from her appearance——

The wheels rolled over the pool of blood, making a slightly sticky sound.

Busujima Saeko's fingers that were holding the car window suddenly tightened, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Through the car window, she saw the pile of corpses not far away like a twisted blood-red pyramid - the entire street was completely dyed red by the splattered blood, and headless corpses three or four stories high piled up into a mountain. The fishy blood flowed through the cracks and gathered into dark red streams on the ground, soaking countless rolling heads in it.

"You must be kidding... Who is she? No... Is she really a human?"

Saya Takagi grabbed the back of the front seat, her knuckles turning white.

As the vehicle slowly moved forward on the quiet street, Busujima Saeko and her group gradually saw the shocking traces left by Lingyi.

The towering mountains of corpses and the rolling heads on the ground silently tell us what real hell is.

They had witnessed at school how Ling Yi created a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

That scene had already brought a huge psychological shock to them, and the unrealistic picture had been deeply imprinted in their minds.

However, having seen it once with their own eyes does not mean that they can remain indifferent to the scene before them.

The streets were dead silent. In the steel forest of the modern city, mountains of corpses and seas of blood stood tall, emitting a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

The scene was both shocking and horrifying, as if a scene from a doomsday movie had appeared in reality.

And every minute or two the vehicle slowly drove, a new bloody spectacle came into view.

In the square in front of the department store, a huge tower of headless corpses reached into the gray sky, and swarms of flies and crows circled over the rotting corpses.

At the entrance of the subway station, densely packed severed limbs, like dead branches blown down by the wind, formed a scarlet carpet along the steps. The mountain of corpses at the top was even taller than the office building next to it, as if it was about to dye the sky blood red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood all the time, making it suffocating.

When the vehicle was blocked by a pile of corpses for the third time, Shizuka Marikawa's foot couldn't stop shaking as she stepped on the brake, and cold sweat slid down her pretty cheeks into her collar.

Even someone as natural as her couldn't ignore the scene before her.

"Less than 24 hours..."

Miyamoto Rei swallowed hard, her throat bulging slightly.

"How could she possibly..."

Before he could finish his words, the car suddenly jolted violently and ran over a head that had fallen on the road.

Sticky brain matter splattered on the road like some kind of weird graffiti, and the shadow of the three-story-high mountain of corpses in front was slowly covering the entire car body, making the blood-soaked world outside the car even more absurd and terrifying.

And further away, there are more mountains of corpses looming in the gaps between the houses, like a forest of death with no end in sight.

"How many people did that guy kill...?"

Saya Takagi's face was pale, and her trembling voice was filled with shock and fear that was difficult to conceal.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely heavy, and the expressions of the other people were equally grim. There was even a strange smell quietly filling the air.

——The crystal liquid silently slid down the thigh of a young girl.

"They are no longer human."

Busujima Saeko shook her head.

"I know!"

Takagi Saya suddenly raised her voice, shaking off her drooping hair, and said with a hint of anger, "Of course these zombies are not human! They are man-eating monsters!"

There's nothing wrong with killing them.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her eyes were still filled with fear.

“But…it’s too much…”

Her eyes swept over the heads scattered on the street, and her stomach churned. "Just looking at them, I'll never be able to sleep peacefully in my life!"

No matter whether it is human or zombie, it is already terrifying and absurd enough.

The car fell into dead silence, with only the sound of tires crushing heads making your teeth ache.

Hirano Toda huddled in the corner, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

The veins on Shizuka Marikawa's hands bulged as she gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the sweat seeping through her fingers made the handle slippery.

Takagi Saya bit her nails and couldn't help but speculate in a low voice: "This is definitely not something a human can do... Is there some team behind her?"

"No." Busujima Saeko shook her head, her eyes deep. "Even if she has a team, she is definitely not an ordinary person."

These mountains of corpses might have been created by Lingyi and the team behind her, but the one in the school was built with their own eyes.

Moreover, the knife in Lingyi's hand would appear or disappear out of thin air from time to time, which did not look like a magic trick.

"Could it be a biological weapon from an American laboratory?! Like the super soldier in the movies, used to clean up the zombies... and she just happens to be blonde!"

"I do not know."

Busujima Saeko gave her answer very honestly.

But her intuition told her that it was not something made in the United States because it was too incredible.

Although the United States’ technology is indeed advanced, can it really create such a super soldier?

But she couldn't be sure, after all, she didn't pay attention to American affairs, nor did she pay attention to modern weapons and technology.

9. Sky Striker is scarier than zombies!

After two hours of trekking, everyone finally arrived at the survivor base that Lingyi mentioned.

The journey was quite smooth. No zombies attacked the school bus, and no accidents happened. There were only a few active zombies left, and the occasional one that slipped through would be beheaded by Lingyi the moment it got close.

Her presence was like an insurmountable barrier, preventing any zombies from getting close to the school bus.

However, physical safety has not been able to alleviate the psychological pressure on students.

After all, the scene in the city was too horrifying.

Although it is these mountains of corpses that make zombies rare, walking in such a city is no different from being in hell.

At the same time, they were filled with anxiety and couldn't help but have various speculations about this survivor base.

Some people speculate that it may be a secret underground organization with strict security.

Some people also believe that this may be a highly militarized stronghold built after the apocalypse, which is indestructible.

However, when they actually arrived, the scene before them completely overturned all their imaginations.

This is not a mysterious fortress, but just an ordinary urban area.

But the zombies had been cleared out and the streets seemed unusually quiet.

There were no armed guards, no swarms of survivors, and not even a hint of human activity.

The whole place was so silent that it seemed as if time had stopped, with only their own footsteps echoing in the emptiness.

The so-called survivor base turned out to be just an unformed starting point - from the moment they arrived, the story of this base had just begun to be written by them.

But even so, no one dared to question or accuse Lingyi.

After all, she had never lied to them—she had never given a clear description of what the survivors' base would look like.

Why can't a base that has just started be called a survivor base?

What's more, Lingyi has clearly stated that she doesn't care what others think of her.

Whether it is deception or dictatorship, everyone has only the choice of accepting it or dying.

Moreover, there are abundant supplies and a safe environment here, which are the core of survival.

Having no one also means they don't have to worry about fitting in with an unfamiliar group, nor do they have to fear being excluded or bullied.

Overall, it's actually a good thing.

Many people tell themselves this in their hearts.

Of course, this also means that they have to start everything from scratch.

After arriving at the base, Lingyi assigned an office building as temporary housing for the students.

And issued the first task: "Clear your own living area, especially those corpses and debris."

Although she led the nearby zombies to another place and then dealt with them collectively, she left behind this rare piece of pure land.

But the building is still littered with lifeless corpses and human tissue fragments, and it won't be long before they emit a disgusting stench.

Therefore, these things must be cleared away, otherwise it will be impossible to live a normal life.

Fortunately, the number of corpses and debris was not large, and they only needed to be moved to an open area and burned.

But this job is still quite troublesome to do.

After all, these corpses and remaining bloodstains are sources of virus infection. If they accidentally get on your body, it can easily cause infection.

Lingyi just remembered that she had watched a zombie movie before.

One of the protagonists had already reached the door of the safe zone, but the blood dripping from the corpse happened to drip into his eyes, and he was directly infected and turned into a zombie.

To the point that Ling Yi, who was too worried, supervised the scene for a while.

These things cannot be left untreated, as people with ulterior motives may use these sources of infection to cause trouble.

The city is still too dangerous.

If humanity really wants to survive, it will either have to move to Antarctica, where there are few people and few sources of infection, or find an antidote to the virus. There is almost no other way.

Lingyi was silently calculating in his mind.

.........

A scarlet unknown evil creature roams over the city of Bedlord, casting a heavy shadow over this hellish city.

At this moment, even though there are no zombies on the streets, the survivors who have managed to survive still dare not act rashly.

They huddled in the building in fear. Even when food was scarce or the situation was urgent, they only dared to hastily search for some supplies nearby and then immediately retreated to their hiding places.

No one wanted to disturb the scarlet shadow - it had become a nightmare in everyone's heart.

Zombies are not scary, that monster is the real nightmare.

In fact, almost no one could sleep peacefully last night.

Because even when night fell, the scarlet figure still wandered the city, killing tirelessly.

The whistling sound of the bloody wind and the piercing sounds of heads being chopped off and flesh being torn apart occasionally broke the silence of the night sky.

It is simply a killing machine that works tirelessly day and night.

No one knows if it will suddenly appear.

People were deeply afraid that a gust of bloody wind would blow by and their heads would fly high up like those of the zombies.

However, hiding does not bring true safety.

"Surrender, or die."

When the blonde girl, holding a black and red blade, slashed through the wall of the shelter they relied on for protection, despair surged like a tide.

The wall collapsed with a loud bang, and her slender figure exuding cold murderous intent was revealed in the flying dust.

The survivors did not recognize the girl, but the black and red sharp blade was very familiar to them - it had harvested countless heads in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and now, its owner was looking at them with indifference.

No one knew what she was going to do.

Although she claimed that she would lead everyone to the safety of the survivors' base, almost no one believed her.

In the ruins of the apocalypse, trust has long become a luxury.