Infinite Anime Transformed into Sky Striker

But faced with the threat of death, the survivors had no choice but to surrender and follow her tremblingly.

They soon witnessed the consequences of defying this killing machine—

The disaster lasted only one day and one night, but it was enough time for some survivors to gather together and form their own teams.

Among them, some teams still adhere to order and try to maintain the last bottom line of humanity in the chaos.

But there are also some people who completely tear off their disguises in the disaster.

Before the disaster broke out, they disdained rules, and the collapse of order was more like opening a cage for them, allowing the beast deep in their hearts to revel in it.

They thrived in this apocalyptic world, indulging in the pleasure of violence and plundering and destroying with impunity.

Then, they ran into Ling Yi.

10. A beast without a bottom line is not a human being

Gloomy clouds weighed down the ruined city at the end of the world, and the stench of blood and flesh floated in the air.

The glass window of the convenience store had been smashed to pieces long ago, and the few remaining packets of instant noodles on the shelf were swept away by a rough big hand in the blink of an eye.

A tattooed man with a face full of flesh was squatting at the door, chewing on half a sausage. The dark blue tattoo on his face rose and fell on his skin as he chewed.

"Boss, there's still someone alive over there."

The guy with fluorescent green hair kicked away the zombie limbs blocking his way, the steel pipe in his hand still dripping with dark red liquid. "A woman holding a child, crying so annoyingly."

The sound of cans rolling could be heard from deep inside the convenience store. Three young men in fancy sweatshirts were stuffing the looted supplies into their backpacks.

The tattooed man spat out the sausage casings from his mouth, and as he stood up, his belly fat swayed under his leather jacket.

"Let's go and take a look."

He roughly kicked away the old woman who was curled up on the roadside. A few pieces of dry bread fell out of the cloth bag in her arms, and her cloudy eyes were full of fear.

Turning the corner, they saw two younger brothers blocking a young woman, who was frantically stuffing her baby into an overturned trash can, her clothes on the back soaked with cold sweat.

The younger brother whistled, and the steel pipe hit the car body with a harsh sound: "Wow, tender skin and flesh, much more powerful than the old lady in the supermarket just now."

The woman turned around suddenly, holding a fruit knife in her hand. The blade kept shaking with her hand: "Please... We have nothing..."

Before she could finish her words, the woman was slapped to the ground by the tattooed man, and the baby's crying suddenly became shrill.

Fortunately, all the zombies nearby were killed by a monster.

Otherwise, whether it was the baby's crying or their movements, the noise caused would be enough to kill them more than once.

The man in the floral sweatshirt stepped forward and picked up the baby's swaddling clothes: "Why are you crying? If you cry again, I'll throw you to feed the zombies!"

The tattooed man squatted down and pulled off the silver necklace from the woman's neck, his eyes also falling on the woman's fair and delicate collarbone.

"You look good. Follow me and I'll make sure you have food to eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the woman was holding a cloth bag tightly in her arms.

He immediately reached out and tore it open, but inside was a can of baby milk powder and half a bottle of fever-reducing medicine.

"Fuck! I thought there was some treasure hidden there."

The tattooed man cursed and threw the cloth bag to the ground roughly. The milk powder can rolled to the woman's feet, spilling milk powder all over the floor.

The woman could only look at the group of villains in front of her in horror, her body trembling constantly, but she was powerless and her heart was filled with despair.

When the younger brother's hand reached for the woman's waistband, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise from his companion.

"Boss, a group of survivors are coming!"

The younger brother cursed and stood up, but was stopped by the tattooed man: "What are you panicking about? Let's get down to business first. All of you, take out your guns."

"Whoever dares to come over here, I'll keep an eye on them. I like this!"

He pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the woman's throat, watching the despair in her eyes gradually turn into deathly silence, a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Ma'am, you don't want anything to happen to your child, do you?"

"If you don't want to, take it off yourself!"

Under the tattooed man's ferocious threat, in the woman's silence and dead eyes - her trembling hands slowly reached for her collar.

"Something's wrong, Boss! The leader is holding a familiar-looking knife!"

The younger brother's voice suddenly sounded again, this time with obvious panic.

"Your fucking knife! That's a fucking gun in your hand!"

The tattooed man was completely furious after being interrupted repeatedly, his eyes full of impatience and ferocity.

"No... Boss—"

The younger brother's voice stopped abruptly.

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang in my ears, followed by the dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground.

The tattooed man happened to turn around and saw that his younger brother's body was frozen in place, while his head had flown high into the air, spraying scarlet blood, and fell heavily to the ground. After rolling a few times, it stopped, his eyes still wide open.

Before he could react, horrible pain surged from his wrist like a tide.

The hand holding the dagger had been cut off at the wrist, and the gushing blood splashed all over the tattooed man's face.

“Ah…Ahhh—”

As soon as his scream burst out of his throat, the same wailing sounded all around him.

His accomplices were not spared either. Their hands were cut off by sharp blades, blood mist filled the air, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The next moment, a strong wind blew, and Lingyi's figure suddenly appeared in front of the tattooed man.

Her golden hair swayed slightly in the sunlight, the black and red flash blade in her hand exuded a cold murderous intent, and her petite body looked like the god of death.

She glanced coldly at the tattooed man, raised her leg without warning, and kicked out.

The tattooed man's sturdy body flew several meters like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His screams were much quieter because of the heavy blow.

Lingyi didn't let them go just like that.

"I want to save people. Beasts without any bottom line are not human beings."

She swung her knife several times in succession, but instead of killing these people, she cut off their legs.

Some people fainted because they could not bear such severe pain, while others let out even more desperate and painful screams.

But Lingyi no longer cares about these.

In her eyes, these guys who were expelled from the human race by her were already dead, and there was no way they could survive. She didn't kill them directly just to make their death more painful.

If it wasn't too troublesome, she would have just found two zombies to eat them alive.

Lingyi put away the knife and turned to look at the dazed woman behind him.

The coldness on her face disappeared, revealing the gentleness she should have, and she extended her hand to the woman.

"Can you still stand up?"

"Thank you!"

Although he encountered such a scumbag, Lingyi was in a good mood at the moment.

She actually doesn't like to show that kind of indifferent and condescending attitude towards others, it's just that the environment requires her to do so.

At the same time, she likes the feeling of saving the people who need to be saved and preventing tragedies from happening.

After chopping all the scum nearby into human sticks and rendering them harmless and throwing them to the roadside to die, Lingyi gathered all the survivors in the area.

Then she looked back at the team following behind her.

This was the result of her afternoon's work, a team of more than 300 survivors.

The efficiency was very low. Within the area she cleared, these more than 300 people only accounted for one-tenth of the total number of survivors.

After all, I have to supervise these people, protect them, and hike with them.

Now, a team of more than 300 people is a bit too large.

Further expansion would slow down the operation further, so she had to lead the team back to the survivor base first.

11. Saeko Busujima came to the door

On the third day of coming to this world——

As soon as the first rays of light in the morning fell, Lingyi gathered all the survivors.

Her golden hair fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and she held the black and red Flash Blade diagonally in her hand. Her cold gaze swept across the crowd, revealing unquestionable majesty.

She gave the order succinctly: one group would continue to clean up the bodies and debris in the base, while the other group would be responsible for collecting supplies and managing them in a unified manner.

After issuing the order, Lingyi did not stop, but picked up the Sky Striker and began the cleanup work - but her target was the wandering zombies.

This was an area that she had cleared out herself, but zombies from nearby still occasionally wandered in.

To ensure safety, she has to clean it regularly.

As the knife flashed, the zombies' heads fell to the ground one after another. Scarlet and blood filled the air, but it could not shake her stern expression.

After dealing with the zombies, Lingyi began another difficult task - enclosing the land.

She wanted to completely isolate this pure land from the dangerous areas outside that had not yet been cleared, and build a solid wall for the base.

However, the way she was built was different.

She wielded her Sky Blade, precisely chopping down nearby abandoned buildings and building rough yet sturdy barriers out of the collapsed concrete and steel.

The project took her a whole day.

The whole day was filled with dust, and the sound of knives clashing with gravel continued to echo in the empty streets.

Sweat soaked the hem of her military uniform skirt, and her golden hair began to stick to her fair skin.

But she never stopped, her slender figure kept shuttling among the ruins of doomsday.

The results are good.

This wall made of building debris is tall and thick enough to withstand the tide of zombies formed by ordinary zombies.

As for the special zombies, at least so far, Lingyi has not seen them.

So even if she wanted to build a wall, she didn't know what kind of wall could stop these special individuals.

After the wall was built, it was night time.

"..."

Lingyi returned to her room and sat on the edge of the bed, chewing on a piece of bread she had picked up from the shelf.

Her attention was not on the bread in her hand, but she was lost in thought about something else.

Because she now encountered a problem that made her quite troubled.

Who will be the leader of this survivor base?

She is the leader now, but what will happen after she leaves?

Even if she doesn't need a leader now, she still needs someone to help her manage things.

Currently, there are over a thousand people in the survivor base, and they mainly carry out two tasks: cleaning and counting supplies and distributing them.

And she was almost unable to manage it.

Because she still had a lot of things to do, she had to go out and clear out more zombies, and there were still many people in the cleared area who had not been brought back.

She needs one, no, several people she can trust, and these people must be able to manage so many people.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on Lingyi's door.

"...Sir, are you there?"

A gentle voice came from outside the door.

Until now, Lingyi has never told anyone his name, not even once.

There is no need and no opportunity.

After all, she went up to intimidate people with high pressure.

Therefore, thousands of people in the entire survivor base did not know her name, and could only use honorifics when facing her, with fear and awe.