Waldo gave a bitter smile and shook his head repeatedly.

"This idea is too bold, too impractical."

However, something that would completely change his perspective happened next!

In the next moment, a deafening roar!

A third-level zombie roared.

The sound was deafening, and all the zombies on the street heard it.

In an instant, the eyes of all the zombies turned bloodshot.

Regardless of whether they had noticed Waldo’s sudden arrival before, they all suddenly became extremely frenzied.

Hundreds, even thousands of zombies, as if receiving a command, all rushed toward Waldo.

Roaring and howling!

Like a torrent, they rushed at lightning speed!

"What’s going on!?" Waldo was bewildered for a moment.

Then, he suddenly reacted, his eyes widening.

"Oh my god, these third-level zombies really have intelligence? And it seems like a decent level of intelligence! More importantly, they can command other zombies!"

Thinking of this, for some reason, Waldo suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

If this was indeed the case, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Third-level zombies could command other zombies on an entire street. What if it were higher-level zombies? Could they command an entire city of zombies?

If that were to happen, millions of organized zombies would be utterly terrifying. Survivors would have no place to escape!

In an instant, he realized the gravity of the situation.

The consequences were extremely severe, extremely horrifying!

However, he didn’t have time to think about it further.

Because hundreds of ordinary zombies and second-level zombies were already charging at him.

With great momentum!

"Heh, bring it on! But what does it matter? No matter how many come, they’re just more experience points for me!" Waldo sneered.

Then, he sprang into action.

Rat-tat-tat!

Rat-tat-tat!

Rat-tat-tat!

A Gatling gun appeared in his hands.

Then, he unleashed a hail of bullets.

This machine gun had an incredibly powerful firepower, almost unstoppable.

In an instant, he fired hundreds of rounds.

Dozens of zombies charging in the front were torn to pieces, their bodies shattered, and none remained whole!

In front of this devastating weapon, the zombies’ bodies were like sheets of paper.

However, he had underestimated these zombies and underestimated the intelligence of the third-level zombie!

Roar!

In the next moment, the third-level zombie let out a loud roar.

It seemed to be controlling these zombies through its voice.

After its roar, hundreds of zombies paused one after another.

Subsequently, the zombies in front halted, while those behind rushed forward, crowding together with the ones in front. Soon, nearly a thousand zombies were tightly packed together, forming a steel wall-like barrier.

Roar!

Accompanied by a command from the third-level zombie.

The steel wall advanced rapidly!

Waldo remained composed, continuously firing the Gatling gun, with bullet casings falling without restraint to the ground. In an instant, thousands of bullets were sprayed, leaving a thick layer of casings on the ground.

Before long, the barrel of the Gatling gun had turned red, rendering it useless for further combat.

"No, there are too many zombies. No matter how many bullets I have, I can’t break through this steel-like wall!"

At this moment, Waldo’s face couldn’t help but change slightly. However, he quickly regained his composure.

So what?

He actually had a way to deal with these zombies.

Without overthinking it, Waldo directly pulled out a flamethrower from his backpack!

I had a hunch before that my ability, "Fire Control," might produce a different effect when combined with a flamethrower, possibly reaching a qualitative change, a rather terrifying level!

He thought to himself.

He had been speculating and wanting to test it out for a while, but there had never been an opportunity. Now, he could use these zombies to see what kind of sparks his ability, "Fire Control," combined with a flamethrower could create!

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

The zombies continued to roar continuously, running towards him.

Waldo wasn’t afraid in the slightest.

In an instant, the flamethrower spewed out a fire dragon that exceeded twenty meters.

It burned everything, with an extremely terrifying temperature!

The fire dragon instantly devoured more than ten zombies in front.

Soon, there were screams of agony from the zombies, extremely piercing.

In the blink of an eye, these more than ten zombies were incinerated to death!

However, more zombies came.

"Heh, come on, the more the merrier!"

Waldo sneered.

Now, it was time to use the "Fire Control" ability!

Seeing more and more zombies approaching, Waldo’s eyes suddenly turned cold!

The flamethrower instantly spewed out a fire dragon of over twenty meters!

Fire Control!

At the same time, Waldo shouted loudly, activating his ability. Flames burst forth from the palm of his hand and quickly merged with the fire dragon from the flamethrower.

The next moment!

Boom!

A terrifying flame dragon, over fifty meters long and five meters wide, suddenly took shape!

With temperatures exceeding ten thousand degrees, it almost distorted the space!

The flame dragon of over fifty meters instantly devoured nearly a thousand zombies in one fell swoop!

Within a hundred meters in front of Waldo, it turned into a sea of flames in an instant!

Soon, nearly a thousand zombies were dead, with only a small number managing to escape.

There was almost just one commanding third-level zombie left.

"It’s your turn now. By the way, I haven’t fought a third-level zombie yet!"

Waldo smiled faintly.

At this moment, a hint of fear seemed to flicker in the third-level zombie’s gaze when it looked at him.

The next moment, Waldo vanished from his original position. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the third-level zombie. His critical strike katana was in his hand, and he struck the third-level zombie fiercely, causing it to howl in agony.

In the following moments, there were several more instant teleports. The third-level zombie couldn’t even touch him, let alone land a hit.

Soon after, despite its considerable strength and unexpected vitality, the third-level zombie couldn’t endure any longer, collapsing to the ground and succumbing.

Roar!

This was the final sound from the third-level zombie.