Huh? Are they all real?.

"Sir, there will absolutely be no problem!"

The Human Alliance has a lot of knowledge about the supernatural, and they have also made various arrangements based on their experience in Greenland.

For example, when they began to venture deeper into the contaminated areas of Greenland, there were instances where they were remotely contaminated by supernatural forces using long-distance communication.

That incident truly caught them off guard and left them terrified.

Because they were just a hair's breadth away from having their entire rear area wiped out.

Fortunately, the pollution was discovered in time and contained within the command center.

Compared to the commander's confidence, the old man was not entirely at ease.

“I know we’ve done everything we can based on experience, but for some reason, I just can’t put my mind at ease.”

"Sir, you're overthinking it."

To this, the old man could only nod and then take off his glasses, saying:

"I hope so, sir."

The old man looked exhausted after saying those words. He was too old after all, and the events of the past few days had almost drained him of his energy.

Therefore, upon seeing that the old man was somewhat unsteady on his feet, the commander hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Sir, you should go back and rest. Don't worry, we're keeping an eye on things here."

The old man wanted to say more, but he was too exhausted, so he could only sway his body and say:

"Okay, but if anything goes wrong, no matter how small, you need to notify me immediately."

"Don't worry, sir, I understand."

Only then, with the help of others, did the elderly man leave the command center.

The commander, who had watched the old man leave, also took the microphone and asked:

"how much longer?"

"Half an hour, sir."

"Get it done in ten minutes, and I'll order the base to be sealed off in fifteen minutes."

The person over there said with some surprise:

"Sir, this is a bit too hasty."

The commander simply stared intently at the surveillance cameras, where nothing had yet occurred, and said:

"What can be done in half an hour can definitely be done in ten minutes. That's an order, soldier!"

"I understand, sir."

As mentioned earlier, they have done everything they could.

However, this is ultimately a world where there is no direct contact with the extraordinary.

-

On the distant mountains outside the Mysterious Island base.

Under the illumination of the night.

A deformed sparrow, its original appearance almost unrecognizable, is perched on a young man's shoulder.

And with its throat, now swollen to the size of a fist, it repeated a sound to the young man that it theoretically could never utter:

"Hurry, we'll be sealing off the base in a few minutes!"

Upon hearing this, the people standing behind the man all turned to look at the young man.

Of course, perhaps they should be called plague zombies rather than "human".

They were already corpses, but at this moment they had transformed into another indescribable creature.

Extensive ulceration around the mouth was clearly visible, with rotting flesh or unidentified phlegm clinging to their jagged teeth. The facial muscles were twisted and deformed due to viral erosion; one cheek's muscles had completely atrophied, while the other was excessively full, appearing grotesque.

Many of them even began to sprout more deformed limbs or even another living, disgusting creature from various parts of their bodies.

For example, in some plague zombies, the lungs and ribs have completely disappeared, and instead, a toad-like creature that keeps expanding and shrinking inside their abdominal cavity takes their place to breathe.

Others had their hearts replaced with deformed fleshy spheres with countless mouths, which wriggled and pumped blood while laughing maniacally as they devoured rotting flesh.

And the classic abdomen has been transformed into a gaping maw dripping foul-smelling pus.

New bacteria and viruses are constantly proliferating in their bodies.

In a sense, they have transformed from corpses into living beings.

However, this concept of a living being is not manifested in the concept of an individual.

If Sirius were here, she might not recognize the plague zombies anymore, but she would most likely recognize the young man who was their leader.

Because this was the most troublesome plague believer she had killed here.

Especially his signature decapitation.

Even in the face of such terrifying mutation, the wound on his neck still could not heal.

Although countless granulation tissues sprout every moment, forming worms whose lower half is still flesh and blood, wriggling and trying to stitch up the wound.

But that only made him feel more disgusted and served no purpose whatsoever.

The wound came from a higher power.

So over time, it gave up on the idea of ​​stitching up the wound.

He then grabbed the sparrow that was still relaying everything about the base.

"Let's get started then, since we're already inside anyway."

The next moment, it crushed the sparrow in its palm to death.

In its hand, the sparrow burst open instantly with a forceful squeeze of its palm, just like a rotten orange that had been sitting for years.

Everywhere, foul-smelling green liquid splattered and splashed under the watchful eyes of the zombies.

Meanwhile, the sparrow, the source of all this, was crushed to death by the walkers.

Everything they had prepared began to take effect!

The first team to have an accident was the one that came into contact with the sparrows.

They were placed in a military camp in the west, and at the same time, they all developed different symptoms such as fever, abdominal pain, and angina.

This unusual occurrence immediately caught the attention of the garrison.

The symptoms worsened so quickly that only the sentry outside heard the commotion. When he hurriedly lifted the curtain, he was met with a man with a blood-red face who was screaming wildly as he pushed him aside and rushed outside.

"what happened?"

One sentry hadn't yet realized what was happening, while the other hurriedly got up and chased after the man.

"Wait! Things are under control now. You'll get into trouble if you run around like this!"

Sure enough, the sentry gave chase and immediately saw an armed drone fly over, warning the howling man:

"This machine is now ordered to stop immediately in accordance with the martial law order!"

Even after the drone revealed its additional quadruple-mounted heavy machine gun, the man ignored it and continued running frantically forward.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! He's one of ours! Electrocute him!"

The sentries who were chasing after it stopped the drone's attack in time and replaced it with a stun gun to knock it down.

However, even after both drones accurately hit their targets, the target continued to charge forward without any reaction.

It's as if the high voltage doesn't exist.

This anomaly almost startled the sentries chasing behind.

When they were bored, they tested how powerful the stun guns on drones were.

That's something even an ox couldn't withstand!

How could this person have taken two shots and still be unharmed?

In that moment of hesitation, a gunshot rang out.

With the full-power bullet hitting the target precisely, the running man's leg was broken almost instantly.

This time, the man who lost his balance finally fell, but he continued to howl.

However, his howling was not due to his broken leg, because he didn't even glance at his leg while lying on the ground. Instead, he kept scratching his body and face.

They didn't stop until they were covered in blood and flesh.

Clearly, compared to the physical discomfort, the disappearance of the calf is nothing.

This situation frightened the new sentry who was firing from a short distance in front of him, leaving him frozen in place.

The sentry who had initially gone to check on the convoy hurriedly pulled back the tent flap.

Then he just lay down and vomited.

Because not only were all the people inside dead, but they died in an incomprehensible way.

They all exhibited extremely obvious physical deformities, such as bellies swollen to the size of pregnant women and fleshy lumps growing directly on their necks.

Others had their limbs twisted into bizarre shapes, as if manipulated by an invisible force. Most of them had eerie skin colors, and their eyes were wide open and grotesque; a single glance was enough to reveal the horrific suffering they had endured before their deaths through the despair in their eyes.

This is hell.

Hell was laid bare before their very eyes.

But what's even more terrifying is...

The sentry, who was lying on the ground vomiting violently, immediately felt that something was wrong with his body.

First came abdominal cramps and dizziness.

The next moment, he vomited out fragments of his organs mixed with blood amidst excruciating pain.

He only had time to glance at it before the sentry collapsed.

His body began to dissolve at a frenzied rate from his abdomen, as if he had drunk strong acid.

The reason for all of this was simply that he had just been touched by that man.

And situations like this are happening both inside and outside the entire Mysterious Island base.

Almost instantly, alarms blared throughout the entire base, both inside and out.

This is especially true for the mysterious island base, which is the enemy's primary target!

The officers and veterans who were the first to be infected did not even have time to scream before they were turned into rapidly swollen blobs of flesh.

Then, amidst the gasps of the other soldiers, it suddenly exploded, scattering the plague and blood throughout the entire outpost.

The screams rang out instantly.

Immediately following was the sound of another fleshy ball exploding.

The commander in the command room stared at the monitor in disbelief.

Just now, countless of his subordinates were blasted into mincemeat right before his eyes!

Then they led the rest of the people who had been stained with their blood and flesh to repeat the same mistakes.

He even saw that many of them were wearing full protective suits as required!

As a result, the heavy hazmat suit was practically useless; it would explode as soon as it came into contact with flesh and blood.

His subordinates' urgent reports kept ringing in his ears:

"Seventy percent of the first floor has fallen, sixty-three percent of the second floor, and oh my god, nearly ninety percent of the third floor is lost!"

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Seal off the base, close all blast doors, and activate the internal circulation system on every floor! Make sure the survivors don't move around anymore."

"Damn it, what the hell happened?!"

The commander, who issued orders at the fastest speed of his life, finally couldn't help but curse.

They had done everything they could think of, so how did something still happen?

The only thing that can comfort the commander right now is that his orders are being issued.