in the edge

Chapter 533 Who Killed Who
When the enraged zombies rushed towards him, carrying a tide of death, he could not see his enemies.

The two survivors left by the fisherman, the Greedy Wolf Star Lord, and the most damnable Iron Man, had disappeared, and all that appeared before his eyes was a dead jungle - but this did not matter to him who was caught in the tide of death. The corpses of his soldiers were as numerous as mountains and seas, so he could search the entire forest one by one, and even uproot all the trees easily.

"Search!"

As the zombies swung their hands, the corpse soldiers poured into the jungle. The bone-chilling sense of death filled the air, and the grass and trees that had just regained some green color turned back to yellow in an instant.

Death is the eternal sleep and also the decline of all things in this world. As the sun and the moon rotate, how can there be immortality?
"Dig them out! Dig them all out!"

The furious zombie shouted, this time he no longer cared about spreading the truth of death, he just wanted to pull out those two beasts, and then use the most cruel punishment to make them understand the price of angering him.

In other words, the last time it was just a routine matter, but this time, it was the most direct personal grudge.

"Leave no one behind! Leave no one behind!"

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight once again outlined the wild wolves on the ground. The angry zombies waved their arms, commanding the tide of death to rush towards the wild wolves.

The fact that these Moonlight Wolves are over there means that the Star Lord of Greedy Wolf is also over there. These daring beasts... he is going to skin these beasts alive!

"kill!"

The enraged zombie roared.

But the corpse soldiers who rushed into the jungle now stood still.

His orders seemed to be ineffective, and these corpse soldiers seemed to be out of his control. No matter what he ordered, these corpse soldiers still just stood there, without any intention of moving.

"What's wrong with you! Move! Move!"

The zombie became more and more angry, and for a moment he didn't know what was going on.

But immediately, his face turned pale.

The corpse soldiers gave feedback, it was not that they did not want to move, they just did not know who to listen to.

He is not the only one giving orders to this tide of death.

Rather, there are three of them.

"…Three?"

Looking at himself and then at the dark jungle not far away, the zombie felt that his brain was beginning to be insufficient.

If he said that there was another self on the other side who was giving orders to the tide of death and was against him, this was still within his scope of understanding - although he didn't know how the Greedy Wolf Star Lord and the damn Tin Man had managed to convince the self they had resurrected, but the facts were right in front of him, so there was nothing he could say.

But besides him, there are actually two...

What the hell did these two damn beasts do?
"When will the injustice be repaid..."

It was at this moment that the zombie saw two other selves rising from the jungle in the distance.

However, unlike his current appearance as a zombie, the two him in the distance looked more like living people. Although all three of them were wearing wide robes with big sleeves, the two him in the distance were obviously more heroic.

On the other hand, he looked like a zombie, with half of his face rotten, and even his palms and arms exposed from his sleeves were as dry as a rotten corpse.

He could feel that the corpse soldiers were looking at the other two of him eagerly.

Obviously, even though they have become undead, these corpse soldiers want to grow more flesh and look like human beings.

Perhaps this is the biggest reason why they stopped. From a psychological perspective, they have already changed sides.

"...That's fine."

Taking a deep breath, the zombie raised its dry claws.

"Useless waste, then we don't need it."

As he said this, the zombie swung his claws and tore large groups of corpse soldiers into pieces.

Seeing the zombies rushing towards them angrily, the two figures flying in the air shook their heads even more.

"So, what's the point of studying death? Even this research itself is nothing but endless emptiness... Can't my future self figure this out? Has my mind been muddied by stupidity? It's just that, it's really..."

"What qualifications do you have to say that about me!"

Hearing the sarcastic remarks from the two figures, the zombie became even more furious.

"I am nothing but the failed me in the past. I can't even overcome the hardships and difficulties. I don't have any perseverance at all. How dare you speak nonsense here!"

As they were talking, the zombies had already flown close to the two figures.

"Since you dare to show up, I will kill you first and take back your souls!"

"Sure enough, your brain has been mixed with stupidity."

The two figures sighed.

"Anger has blinded your mind, and your obsession with death has made you proud and complacent... Haven't you ever thought that we can't guess what you are thinking?"

At this moment, two figures suddenly jumped into the air from the woods. With the combined efforts of the two, they immediately knocked the zombie down from the air.

"You still have the nerve to say that we were the past, but you yourself have the nerve to be the future?"

The two sturdy figures cooperated closely with each other, punching and kicking each other, just like one person with four arms and four legs - and after this series of beatings, the two figures even kicked the zombie's rotten face one by one.

"We will never become like you! Never! Not at any cost!"

Looking at the zombies that looked like withered corpses, the two strong and powerful figures showed a bit of disgust on their faces.

"Even if I want to study death, I can't become like you! Look at you...what's the difference between you and a corpse! Will she like it?!"

"……she?"

The zombies, who were just about to fight back against these painless punches and kicks, were stunned for a moment.

"who is she?"

"As expected! You evil beast!"

Hearing the zombie's answer, the two strong figures fought even harder.

"You even forgot about her! Are you still human?"

"I..."

The zombie wanted to say that he was no longer a human being. When he flew all the way to the sky, he had completely given up that useless body and replaced it with a body that was more convenient and more suitable for death. But before he could finish his words, a slap in the face took his words back.

This also made the zombies even more angry.

What a joke! How dare you slap him in the face... You should know that he has gone so far on the road of death, and no grass grows wherever he passes. No one has ever dared to slap him in the face!

Moreover, it is such a weak thing!
"Come die!"

The angry zombie opened his arms. One, two, three, four, four of himself. These former selves looked so weak that even his corpse soldiers could easily cut them into pieces. If even those corpse soldiers could do it, then he could do it too!

"Since you've already shown up, you might as well leave your life behind!"

Saying this, the angry zombie waved down his sleeves.

However, nothing happened.

Although the action was indeed a habitual one, the expected brilliance did not appear. The four figures in front of him were still standing there, seemingly unchanged. It was at this time that the zombie remembered that he should have had a weapon, but the weapon that he never left had been...

"Puchi-"

It was at this time that the familiar dagger returned to the zombie's body.

But the way of returning is not quite the same as what the zombies imagined.

The sharp dagger pierced the zombie's chest and cut open its chest and abdomen. This action was so familiar, as if he had done it thousands of times.

Yes, this is his swordsmanship, this is his sword path, but the time interval is really too far.

It was so far away that he himself had completely forgotten it.

"you……"

The zombie lowered its head and looked at the figure in front of it, who was so weak that he could only be considered a master of evil spirit.

In a trance, he seemed to see the high-spirited self he once was.

But this was not the end for him, because the high-spirited him handed the dagger in his hand to another him - that him still had a little sadness on his face, but the sword in his hand was extremely firm, as if carrying a thousand pounds of weight.

"When you deny her, you're dead."

The dagger once again cut into the zombie's body, destroying its flesh and organs.

"Even if she killed me, I never forgot it... How could you forget it? How could you forget it?"

"you……"

The zombie opened its mouth, but no sound came out for a moment.

Just because the third one had already cut his throat with a dagger.

"I roughly know what you did later. This is not the path I should take. I will never take this path... I will never become like you. Go with peace of mind."

...go with peace of mind?
How could he possibly go with peace of mind when he had already been killed like this?

Or, even if he did go, where would he go? Death?

Are you kidding me? Is there really such a thing as death in this world?
The so-called death is nothing more than a long sleep. How could he, who has studied death in depth, not understand this? But as long as it is sleep, there is still the possibility of being awakened, which means that there has never been any real death.

This is also why he would abandon his stinking skin and his so-called appearance, simply because these things are not important.

His current posture is the one closest to death.

He who is closest to death is actually the least likely to die.

Beating the corpse, piercing the chest and abdomen, tearing out the organs, and slitting the throat, is it enough to kill the corpse?
impossible.

There is no such thing as death for a corpse, so this level of trauma is meaningless to him - unless he is completely crushed into powder, like last time, and his body is damaged to the point of being completely unusable, then he will need a new corpse to carry his will.

Yes, the so-called body is just a platform that carries the soul. As long as the soul itself is still there, the physical body can be replaced at will.

Just like now.

"You...eh?"

Zheng Qixing, who had slit the zombie's throat, was suddenly stunned, and even his eyes became dull.

It was at this moment that the zombie bit Zheng Qixing's shoulder.

It was with this bite that Zheng Qixing's eyes began to become strange. One moment they became nostalgic, the next they began to show ferocity. Just looking at the hideous face that was constantly twisting, it seemed as if it was constantly changing!
"I'm possessed by him!"

Using up his last bit of strength, Zheng Qixing shouted desperately.

"I can't take it anymore! Don't come near me!"

As he spoke, Zheng Qixing swung the dagger backhand and stabbed it directly into his heart.

It was obvious that even if Zheng Qixing died, he would perish together with his future self.

But injuries of this degree could not harm the zombie that had already abandoned its physical body.

"Even if the heart was pierced, it is much better than my previous body!"

Zheng Qixing, whose heart was pierced, opened his eyes and his tone of voice became like that of the zombie.

"Yes! That's it! That's it! I should thank you. The young body created by your young soul is much better than my old body... You!"

At this moment, another Zheng Qixing flew over, grabbed the short sword that had not yet been drawn, and slashed it horizontally.

Zheng Qixing, who was possessed by the zombie, was immediately broken into two pieces. It was obvious that this body could no longer be used.

But what fell to the ground was only the lower half.

The upper half of Zheng Qixing is still hanging on the neck of another Zheng Qixing.

"Haha! A younger body!"

The zombies laughed wildly.

"Great! Great! Is this the delicious meal you prepared for me?"

Shouting like this, the zombie actually bit the neck of the other Zheng Qixing.

The situation was exactly the same as before. After this bite, the expression of the other Zheng Qixing also began to change. Just looking at that hideous face, it seemed that he was about to turn into a zombie again!

But this Zheng Qixing also slit his own throat with a dagger.

Obviously, Zheng Qixing also couldn't accept that he would become a zombie, so he would rather die himself than perish together with the zombie.

"But it's pointless."

The zombie with only its head left bit another Zheng Qixing again.

"You were able to defeat me before because I gave you the opportunity... Now that you have all appeared, I can naturally take you all back."

"You may be what I once was, but you know nothing about death itself."

(End of this chapter)