Every word Rou Moyu uttered was like a poisoned ice pick, stabbing fiercely into Wan Youyu's dwindling human cognition and his excessively inflated self-confidence.
His body trembled violently, not from anger, but from the fear generated by the collapse of a deeply held belief within him.
The very existence of Rou Moyu and her two companions was the most powerful refutation of the path he had chosen.
Uncontrollably, his mind flashed through the vague promises made by the organization when providing technology, their almost harsh demands for 'experimental data,' and their 'guidance' on his power growth, which was precise to the extreme... Could it be... could they really be... "Shut up!"
Wan Youyu let out a beast-like roar, attempting to use volume to dispel the swirling doubts in his heart and the panic that was bringing him to the brink of collapse.
The aura of death around him surged wildly like boiling ink, and substantial black currents coiled around his arms, his fingernails growing madly and glowing with an ominous light.
Crimson patterns on the left half of his zombie face flashed rapidly; clearly, at this moment, the will of the zombie dominated within Wan Youyu:
"Lies! All lies meant to shake morale!
You are nothing more than incredibly lucky mutated mongrels!
There is no such thing as a Super Individual!
You don't understand, humans are the weakest, dirtiest, most despicable, and selfish race; to evolve, one must abandon humanity!
You think I'm a Half-Corpse?
No! You are wrong, I am the true evolved form!
I am a Corpse Race, the supreme life form nurtured in this universe!
And your so-called 'Super Individual' is merely a self-deceiving fantasy! The Corpse Race is the master of the future, and you, Rou Moyu, you and your companions will eventually be assimilated by me; I will personally transform you into the most perfect servants!"
Wan Youyu's voice was deep and sinister, like a roar from hell.
His eyes were completely crimson, almost entirely consumed by the zombie's will.
However, it was this uncontrolled fury that completely exposed the wavering in his heart.
When Rou Moyu heard Wan Youyu's words, her pupils suddenly constricted, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
The two words "Corpse Race" slithered into her ear like a cold venomous snake, instantly coiling around the core of her thoughts.
This was absolutely not a concept that a half-baked Half-Corpse like Wan Youyu could conjure out of thin air!
What it represented was a terrifying truth far beyond humanity's current understanding—was the outbreak of the zombie virus not an accidental natural disaster, but a meticulously planned... racial invasion targeting human civilization?!
The chill brought by this thought was even greater than facing the five-thousand-strong Half-Corpse legion before her, instantly freezing her to the marrow.
Her long-held suspicions about the source of the vast resources and technology of the force behind Wan Youyu, about the ingenious design of the new virus, about the deeper purpose of this slaughter... at this moment, all seemed to have found a coordinate pointing to ultimate darkness.
Corpse Race! An alien race with high organization, a clear evolutionary path, and possibly even an independent social form and civilization!
Wan Youyu's roar continued, but Rou Moyu had keenly captured the deeper loss of control in his words.
His furious denial of the existence of the "Super Individual," his belittling of humanity as worthless, and his fervent glorification of the "Corpse Race" precisely exposed the violent shaking of his inner beliefs.
The living existence of Rou Moyu and her two companions was the most powerful challenge to the path he believed in.
The more hysterical his roars, the more it proved that Rou Moyu's "pawn theory" had deeply pierced the vital points of his remaining humanity, stirring up immense fear about the meaning of his own existence and the true motives of the force behind him.
At this moment, the complete dominance of the zombie's will seemed more like an instinctive reaction to escape thought and vent his inner panic through violence.
Rou Moyu's thoughts flashed through countless possibilities in an instant; now, Wan Youyu was about to lose control, and a great battle was imminent.
However, Wan Youyu's rage and loss of control were a crisis, but also an opportunity!
At this moment, dominated by the zombie's will, his mental defenses were at their weakest, and it was the easiest time for him to leak crucial information!
What was the relationship between the mysterious organization behind him and this so-called "Corpse Race"?
Were they collaborators? Servants?
Or... were they the Corpse Race's agents in the human world?!
Rou Moyu took a deep breath, suppressing the tumultuous waves in her heart, and her voice pierced through the earth-shattering roar, carrying a cold sarcasm that saw through everything and struck directly at the soul, once again accurately stabbing at Wan Youyu:
"Wan Youyu! Look at yourself! Look at your so-called 'supreme life form'! A pathetic creature who cannot even control his own consciousness, who can only be manipulated by instinct and the will of others!
The 'glory of the Corpse Race' you speak of is nothing more than a puppet played in the palm of a higher existence!
Tell me, who?
Who gave you the concept of the 'Corpse Race'?
Who is manipulating all of this from behind the scenes?
Who... made you willingly betray all of humanity and become a pawn in this invasion?!"
Every word of Rou Moyu's pierced Wan Youyu's eardrums like a steel awl, but Rou Moyu miscalculated; Wan Youyu didn't need to be provoked to lose control—he was already deeply immersed in the vortex of the zombie's will, and Rou Moyu's questioning instead made him completely abandon his last rational struggle.
He no longer tried to argue, his eyes glowed crimson, and his roar was mixed with a low murmur, as if communicating with some invisible presence.
"This is bad! He's losing control!"
Rou Moyu's heart tightened, and she immediately shouted sharply, "Chief Tie, fire the signal!"
Almost the instant Rou Moyu's words fell, a dazzling red light shot into the sky, tearing through the dawn sky.
The crimson glow of the signal flare was like a wound ripping through the night sky, and before it dissipated, Wan Youyu's roar had transformed into a tangible sound wave impact, carrying a strong stench of decay and an aura of destruction, pressing down on Rou Moyu and her two companions like a mountain.
The ground of the plaza was no longer merely cracked, but collapsed and shattered in large sections like brittle biscuits! The gravel under his feet was ground into dust by an invisible force, and a violent energy field instantly enveloped the entire space.
"Roar—!"
Wan Youyu completely abandoned his human form; the blood-red patterns on the left half of his zombie face glowed and flowed like lava, the patterns on half of his body were blindingly crimson, and even through his clothes, one could feel the violent energy boiling.
Fangs protruded from his left side, and saliva mixed with black viscous fluid dripped.
Half of his body twisted and expanded in the violent energy, bones exploding with a teeth-grinding crack, keratin layers with metallic luster pierced through his clothing, forming a ferocious bone armor around him, and his entire left arm expanded into a two-meter-long claw that tore through the air, sweeping across with a wind-breaking force!
Those crimson eyes now held only pure, man-eating madness!
"Crush them! Tear apart these ants who desecrate the glory of the Corpse Race!"
Wan Youyu's consciousness was completely swallowed by the zombie's violent will, leaving only the instinct to kill and an extreme hatred for the existence of the "Super Individual."
His massive body transformed into a black shadow tearing through the air, carrying a suffocating wind pressure, and lunged straight at Rou Moyu!
Almost at the same instant Wan Youyu moved, the five thousand Half-Corpse warriors behind him were yanked as if by invisible threads, their crimson eyes suddenly glowing to the extreme, letting out earth-shattering, uniform roars!
They were no longer just a legion, but more like a terrifying entity driven by a single will.
The originally rigid formation instantly erupted with astonishing speed, like a black torrent breaking its banks, surging overwhelmingly towards the 900 warriors behind Rou Moyu and her two companions with an aura of destroying everything.