Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Time goes back to the past, at the Charlotte Airport.

Ground crew are urgently clearing the runway and organizing the Warthog fighters to take off.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!! What are you doing with the iron shell in Area A!! Don't go back to your position!! Go directly to the lawn!! It won't take long for the plane to fly to Washington! Move quickly!"

The ground crew held walkie-talkies and angrily cursed the armored team that had just returned from clearing the zombies outside the airport.

The armored personnel who had not received any combat orders were confused, but seeing the urgency of the situation, they had to drive their tanks into the lawn and away from the runway.

"Hey damn, runway in Area A is about to be maintained!" The ground crew's complaining voice sounded over the intercom.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————!

Four Warthog fighters quickly took off one after another, and the roar of their bodies breaking through the airflow was heard.

After the fighter planes took off, they immediately split into two teams and accelerated towards different directions in the distant sky.

At the terminal closest to Charlotte, the zombies who stayed at the station were sitting on seats near the barbecue grill, eating the fresh food that Mary had just grilled.

Gray was sitting in his office, waiting for the wolf servants to bring him food, but his mind suddenly became restless.

An inexplicable fear enveloped Gray. He felt creepy and the hairs on his blue skin stood up like steel needles!

"Damn it! What's going on!"

The zombie's powerful five senses are activated, but Gray, who is in the office, cannot see the situation outside at all. He has no idea where his fear comes from!

call out----!

A sharp sound suddenly came from outside the window. Gray stood up from his chair and just wanted to check it out, but the walls of the office exploded inch by inch, and an endless wave of air rushed towards him!

Boom! ! !

Two Warthog fighters flew over the terminal and dropped a 2000-pound aerial bomb each. The main building of the station immediately disappeared in the huge explosion and turned into a pile of rubble in the smoke and dust!

"Roar!"

The zombies that were gathered together just now were blown away by the shock wave like rag dolls. Their bodies, which were tough enough to withstand small-caliber rifle bullets, were torn into pieces like tofu. Their flesh and bones exploded into red fireworks and disappeared in the smoke and dust!

Although some of the zombies outside the explosion managed to escape, they fell into an alienated state. Their bodies, which were riddled with holes, were healing at a rapid speed. Their bodies, which were already nearly three meters tall, rose again, approaching a height of four meters!

"Roar--!!!!"

An overwhelming roar swept over, and the incomplete zombie lords stood up one by one, roaring at the Warthog fighters still circling in the sky.

Some zombie lords lifted the heavy building debris around them and threw them into the sky. The huge black shadows of the stones streaked across the sky, but quickly fell to the ground and could not even touch the exhaust of the fighter planes.

There were not many resurrected zombie lords. Under the explosion of a 2000-pound bomb, even if the zombies in the central explosion area managed to preserve their heads, their brains were turned into a paste by the shock wave, making it impossible for them to be resurrected.

Only outside the center of the explosion, were there a few scattered zombie lords standing up, but their bodies were somewhat mutilated, and some were even in the ruins, buried under boulders.

"Zombie Lord spotted. I estimate that the ammunition cannot be cleared at the moment. Requesting bomber support."

The pilot of the Warthog immediately reported the situation back to Charlotte Airport.

"Return home immediately after clearing out the ammunition. Lancers have been dispatched to start the second disinfection!" The order came from the airport headquarters.

The pilot of the Warthog fighter immediately fired all of the Hellfire missiles on board, then turned and flew back toward Charlotte.

Several fireballs exploded on the ruins of the terminal and hit the vicinity of several zombie lords. The high temperature burned the skin of several zombie lords who were still roaring, but when they found that throwing boulders was futile, they gave up attacking the fighter planes and instead began searching for the zombies who were still lingering on the ground.

"Roar!!"

A zombie lord lifted up a zombie that was crawling in the ruins. The zombie's lower body was missing, and it was crawling with difficulty, dragging its intestines.

"no, do not want!!"

Perhaps it is because zombies with higher levels of retained intelligence are less likely to mutate, and even though the half-zombie has been injured to this extent, he has not yet transformed into a zombie lord.

But it was in trouble next. These resurrected zombie lords were unable to attack the fighter plane and could only vent all their anger on it.

The zombie watched himself being lifted high up by the zombie lord, who opened his mouth and began to tear apart the exposed intestines beneath his body. The snapping sounds coming from his mouth made him feel even more desperate.

“Fuck!! Fuck!! Roar!!”

The extremely desperate corpse also underwent a transformation. Its body began to tremble violently, and the virus hidden in its body was exacerbating the alienation of its body.

Unfortunately, its half-broken body was completely powerless to resist in the hands of the zombie lord who had fully healed himself.

Even though it waved its claws wildly and slapped the head of its own kind that was raised high, it was still unable to stop its own kind from further tearing its body apart.

Cannibalism is like raising a Gu. The more of its own kind it eats, the bigger and stronger it will grow.

In the ruins, there are quite a few zombie lords who have found corpses to eat. Their scarred bodies have gradually healed completely, and even some blue cuticles have grown on their bodies, making them more and more like the original blue-armored giant corpses.

However, the bodies of these zombie lords did not expand to the size of the blue-armored giant zombies. They were still thin, but their muscles appeared fuller than before.

In the ruins where smoke and dust were still floating, Gray pushed away the heavy boulder on his body and looked at everything around him in confusion. In just a moment, the terminal he had run for more than a year became what it was before him.

Deep in the smoke and dust around, tall figures were seen gnawing on corpses everywhere. The sound of bones being crushed was extremely harsh in the quiet environment.

Gray panicked. He stood up from the rubble and shouted his mother's name: "Mary! Mom! Where are you!"

No one responded to him, and the only sounds around him were still the gnawing sounds.

In the smoke and dust, Gray saw a tall figure walking towards him. His expression suddenly became hideous and distorted. He knew that this was an alienated fellow and was going to go crazy towards him.

"Damn it! Damn it!!!" After Gray fell into the ruins, he shouted with a hideous look on his face.

Then, he ran out of the terminal without looking back. The terminal had been destroyed, and he could no longer stay with a group of alienated compatriots, otherwise he would become their food.

Gray's voice made the zombie lord following behind him even more excited. The zombie lord let out a huge roar, and immediately moved his tall body, speeding up to catch up.