Dark King

?"No consciousness!" Dudian's heart throbbed, "These undeads do not behave similarly as to 'bone rats'. Although 'bone rats' are bloodthirsty but they still keep their beastly senses. They know when to hide, attack or escape. Undeads are different. They only instinctively go after the prey. They don't think about tactics or anything alike... ... they are like dedicated machines used to murder!"?"And the machine is incomplete. In addition to attack instructions there are no other skills when they lock onto their preys!"

Dudian's blood was boiling. He felt that he had caught on to a crucial information that would allow him to stay alive. "Only direct attacks. This is the most dangerous thing about them but it is also their Achilles' heel!"

Mason, Sham and Zach heard the sounds of glasses broken and hurriedly arrived to the toilet and saw the Dudian: "You! How did you come over here?"

Argh, argh!

A husky scream echoed from the window. They heard the roars too.

Mason and the others were frightened. They realized that undeads were right above their heads in the toilet. Dudian must have deliberately attracted them over there so that three of them could easily jump from the balcony.

Their eyes reddened as these thoughts flashed through their minds.

What is friendship?

Still to think about how to save you even in the most critical moments!

While forgoing their own survival!

Although in the previous three years of training Dudian had helped them many times, but they also occasionally helped Dudian too. The four of them had always supported each other. Still, those were assessments. In case of failure, you were just kicked back to your homes. Right here though, it was an authentic life and death situation! In spite of that, to give up his own safety to save theirs... They felt their souls shook! They were grateful and moved and yet at the very same moment they also hated their own weak state of being!

Dudian did not notice the emotional changes of the three. He informed them that he was safe. They looked back from the windows and saw the last undead crawling out of the window from the upper floor.

Dudian was worried that it would trot back and turn around towards the stairs. So he stretched his arm out and began made flinging gestures right out of the windows as if to call it out...

The undead saw Dudian flinging his arms and began to roar and struggle crazily. Bang! A large piece of mud-like concrete broke out and fall down.

Dudian shrunk his arm back in fear of being hit by the concrete.?The undead clambered out of the window and following the previous two zombies plumetted down. It hit the walls quite a few times as it fell. Bang! A sound echoed in this quiet district with exceptional clarity as it hit the ground.

Dudian was relieved. He peeked out of the window and saw the three corpses that were on the ground. They were stacked together. However the one on top slightly moved and staggered. It once again stood up.

Dudian's facial expression changed. He did not expect that after such a fall it wouldn't die. After he racked his brain, Dudian recalled that undeads could only be destroyed with a strike to it head. Even if it fell off from the 12th floor, it would only be left with broken bones but it still wouldn't die.

It shook its corpse body and look up at Dudian. Strange screams came out of its mouth and it began to climb up the wall. By using its sharp claws it began to climb the wall as if it was a professional rock climber.

They looked from the windows towards the fast climbing undead as their faces became pale due of fear.

Dudian did not panic. After his previous leap from the 12th floor to 11th floor he had already felt like he had died and reborn. Moreover, he was now fully aware of the weakness of the undeads. He had made up his mind to not to be terrified of them anymore.

"Give me the dagger." Dudian coldly said.

Mason suddenly understood why Dudian wanted the dagger so he quickly handed it to him.

Dudian held the dagger. He stared at the undead who was climbing upwards. It had the face of grim faced middle-aged man. Dudian's heart was no longer trembling but calmer than previous times when he had faced undeads. As he saw the undead climbing closer his hand stretched out of the window and he suddenly stabbed with the dagger. Puff. The dagger precisely hit and pierced the soft brain of the undead.

The undead lost all of its power in a matter of seconds and fell down.

Bang! It hit the two dead bodies that were already lying on the ground.

The other two undeads were not moving as they had fallen head on to the ground. It had resulted in their skulls to be cracked and they died on spot. This third one fall on top of them so it didn't die momentarily but faced its last moments in this world.

Dudian's mind was relieved. There was a sudden burst of soreness from his body. From combating with rats to the present situation, it was a continuous and vigorous exercise. His physical strength was completely overdrawn. From the toilet window, he looked at Mason and the other two. He gasped with a laugh. "No injuries right?"

Mason shook his head and sighed. "You just saved our lives, man!"

"Do not curse me," Dudian laughed.

Their tightened nerves relaxed. One by one they sat on the dirty ground to rest.

"About Scott. Are they going to be alright? " Zach asked.

Dudian thought of the consortium Scavengers who used them as bait while trying to save their skins. When the situation was critical he had no time to think. But at the moment he clearly knew that consortium Scavengers shoved down Sham on purpose. Deep anger arose in his heart and he would love to avenge the previous situation.

Perhaps, deep down in his heart... was... evil.

Dudian shook his head slightly, no longer thought about the incident and said "Let's take a break! We will find them later on."

Sham asked. "How come there are so many undeads around? Wasn't this area was swept by the Hunters? Do they call this so-called situation cleaned?"

Dudian frowned. He also felt puzzled. If only rats were left, he could understand. After all, in a fight they are not that much of a danger to Scavengers. However, these undeads were different. Their strength was overwhelming. Moreover, the degree of difference between the two of them was so big that they couldn't be covered with numbers. Even if 10 people assaulted together, there would suffer heavy losses.

"They could have been ignored by the Hunters or... ... they poured in from other districts" answered Dudian.

Mason and the other two were startled but did not say anything else.

After a short while, Dudian stood up as his body felt better. He looked out of the window towards the dagger which he had stabbed onto the wall. He would need it as encountering the undeads without a weapon was extremely dangerous.

He thought for a while and decided to search the house which they were in. The results were abysmal as most of the goods in here were pieces of torn or broken paper on the ground. He took out a rope and climbed out from the window. With the robe, he retrieved the dagger after several consecutive attempts and only managed to pull it out by struggling a bit as it was pierced onto wall with a a huge force earlier.

Dudian was relieved to retrieve the dagger. At the same moment he heard Sham's panicky voice. "Dean, come over."

Dudian hurried to rush out as he heard Sham's voice. Sham was by the windowsill that was before the street. A dozen of so undeads were staggering and wandering over. They didn't walk down the street but turned into the district where the they were staying at.

Dudian's facial expresiions turned pale. Although these undeads were slow as if sloshing but apparently they were after a target. Dudian's group was looking at them from a high altitude so they could see the line that they were walking towards to. The undeads were clearly walking towards them.