Global Evolution: I Became A Zombie!-Chapter 210 - 206: The Bleeding Forest (1)

Talo looked behind. The saint lay crumpled on the ground, his breath labored, but he was still alive. Whatever had struck the saint had missed crucial organs. Whether it was intentional or not, she didn’t know.

"How can someone see in this thick fog...?" Talo wondered, holding her double-handed sword tightly.

Despite her frustration, she wasn’t worried about the saint. After all, he was alive and was already healing his wounds, though the process was significantly slow since he didn’t want to attract the enemy’s attention.

As for Talo, she could only try to distract the assailant while the saint healed himself.

She felt something hurrying towards them and immediately swung her blade.

There was no mistaking the feeling of slicing through flesh, yet when Talo looked around, there was nothing. Not a corpse, not even a severed limb. The place kept getting weirder by the minute.

Slowly, she backed away. The saint immediately patted her metal boots. It was the designated signal to show he wasn’t healed yet.

The enemy isn’t a fool.

Just the fact that the Saint was struck first was enough to know that. But the way the attacker or attackers avoided detection while simultaneously attacking them told a lot about their skills.

It has to be that god of theirs.

The Pagonans had already analyzed whatever there was to analyze about the Deca.

While they had gotten strong over the years, they weren’t all that experienced in combat. They simply hadn’t had enough time to develop such a keen sense to micromanage their subtle moves.

Logically, the only one other than the Pagonans capable of such maneuvers had to be their god.

But wasn’t he supposed to be in isolation, recovering from the last battle? Could our intel be wrong?

Talo shook her head, pushing the thought out of her head.

Their intel had never been wrong. This time shouldn’t be any different.

She looked around and realized a ’god’ must have prepared some defenses prior to his ’hibernation’. The fog and the strange fleshy appendages must be that.

"I’m done—"

No sooner had those words left the saint’s mouth than he was struck again. A painful groan escaped his lips, and he was hit a third time. Before he could scream again, Talo clamped his mouth shut, forcing the saint to bear the pain in silence.

After a moment, the saint began healing himself again. Once he was stable, Talo explained everything to him in their sign language.

The enemy couldn’t see through the fog either. They were using the sounds to locate and attack them. To prove her theory, Talo took the coin pouch the saint had given her and tossed it away.

The coins clinked mid-air, and the pouch was ripped to shreds even before it landed on the ground. However, just figuring out the enemy’s strategy didn’t make their lives easier.

Saint squinted, looking ahead before signing back to Talo.

The path ahead was littered with dry sticks and bones. It was the smell of the rotting bones that triggered the saint’s sensitive nose. The intention behind their placement was clear.

If they wanted to proceed, they’d have to cross the sea of sticks and bones. Which meant... there would be a lot of noise. It was a basic trap, yet one that would cost them dearly.

Talo looked behind, wanting to trace their footsteps back to the clearing.

Our foot imprints... they are gone? Even the Gem powder has disappeared!

What they called Gem powder was nothing but the remains of bioluminescent insects and fungi. Such powder could last for hours and help people navigate their way easily.

However, Talo knew they had barely been inside the forest for an hour, yet the powder had gone dark.

No, it’s been removed, much like our footprints.

Talo’s face turned dark. With the fog and without the ’markers’, it would be impossible to find their way back.

They were cursing their luck, but they didn’t have it as bad as the others.

***

While Talo and Saint had to fight an invisible foe, at least they had figured out the enemy’s working. However, the other group wasn’t so lucky.

"What the hell are these creatures...?" the knight said through gritted teeth, leaning on his sword like a walking stick.

The priest accompanying him had died as soon as they awakened the ’trap’, forcing the knight to fight alone against the two massive, yet grotesque creatures.

At first, his head was filled with the thoughts of avenging his fallen comrade, but over time, despair for his own survival took root within him.

The titan-like creatures were made entirely of rotting flesh and couldn’t feel any pain. It wouldn’t have been a big problem if not for their strange ’healing’.

The knight had severed their limbs, even decapitated one of them. Yet they still rose, like nothing was wrong. They picked up their severed limbs and patched them back in place. It was the same with the head.

It was the first time the knight had seen anything like it. There wasn’t a single mention of such creatures in the intel. It meant that no one, not even the Deca tribesmen, was aware of their existence.

"What kind of god hides his strength from his subjects?!" the knight cursed, pulling out his sword from the dirt.

Just then, the replicated Breakers brought down their massive fists on him. The knight instantly rolled to the side to avoid the blow.

"Still slow... that’s the only weakness they have," the knight grumbled, slashing away their tendons.

The Breakers buckled for a moment before the ground churned. More rotten flesh appeared from nowhere, quickly repairing the damage.

"What is wrong with this place?"

First, the corpses were healing on their own, and now even the ground is healing them?

If there were more of them underground, then why didn’t they act before?

The knight wondered as a bad omen took root in his heart.

Could it be that stabbing my sword into the ground awakened something even worse than these creatures?