"They?"
"What 'they'?"
Shawn's words made the Governor's face freeze.
A momentary cold sweat nearly made him forget the intense pain of his wound.
His face turned pale, blending into the darkness like a demon clad in human skin.
At this moment, he made a strange move.
He abandoned his hidden position, actively dragging his single arm, stood up, and walked onto the illuminated ground.
His body trembled and swayed slightly, but as he looked at Shawn, he showed no intention of retreating a single step.
"You…"
The Governor's voice dragged, and he poked his chest with the gun barrel again.
"I…"
"No army, no third party, just us, one-on-one."
Seeing that the Governor still wanted to kill him even now, Shawn tilted his head.
Because if the Governor could also hear that deafening bell, he would surely not have failed to notice the several figures of Runners beginning to appear on the road behind him.
The speed of these figures never decreased, but they continuously emerged from the thin mist, their numbers steadily increasing.
They gradually converged; these guys… no one was more familiar with them than Shawn.
Shawn drew his blade and stood up, holding the Crescent Blade with one hand, supporting the blade, its edge pointed directly at the Governor.
He parted his lips, exhaling a hot breath.
The cigarette butt that had fallen to the ground still glowed with hot sparks, as if it wanted to ignite everything.
But what the Governor received was not an acceptance of the duel invitation, but merely a soft phrase.
"Time's up."
Heavy footsteps finally echoed from the distance, and the Governor's subordinates sharply turned their heads to look.
Within the thin mist, tinged with white light, a small horde of Walkers was surging!
They were like tireless machines, running madly.
"How can Walkers run so fast?!"
They no longer bothered to hide; someone let out a terrified, broken cry.
The Governor's lowered arm swayed with his body; he looked back once, then turned back to face Shawn.
"…This is what you did, this is what you did!!"
The Governor roared hoarsely, as if wanting to prove that what he had said before was not a lie.
At least for now, one thing the Governor had said was finally not a lie.
This was indeed Shawn's doing.
The Prison's 'combat unit' began to climb the tall watchtowers, gathering at the Prison's main gate, behind Shawn.
They didn't know the situation, but their leveled gun barrels indicated they were ready for battle.
"Let's go! No chance tonight!"
Martinez yelled at the Governor.
"No…"
The Governor murmured distractedly, raised his gun, and his next action caught everyone present by surprise.
Bang--!
A gunshot rang out, and Martinez fell to the ground.
The Governor's once meticulously styled hair, which had represented gentlemen and civilization, became disheveled; he struggled to tear off his heavy outer clothing, revealing the cobalt-blue suit vest underneath, stained red with blood.
The Governor, as if mad!
He held up the black pistol that had struck Martinez, as if proclaiming authority.
"Stand up! My people! My soldiers!"
"Wake up! Wake up!!!"
"We are God's vanguard, we need not fear, we are invincible!!"
"Fire with the weapons in your hands, this is God's wrath!"
The Governor
And among the people of Woodbury.
Some, hearing this, steadied their steps and moved forward, aiming their guns at the approaching horde and firing madly.
Some looked at the Governor, mouths agape.
Some slowly retreated, fumbling, but were struck by a bullet fired by the Governor, which pierced their vest.
"You're crazy!!"
No one knew who was speaking, people in the crowd kept falling, cries and roars rising simultaneously.
It was at this moment.
The Woodbury army officially collided with the third Blood Moon Walker horde!
Whoosh--!
Low, hoarse roars continuously emanated from the mouths of these Walkers, making one's heart pound and sending shivers down their spine!
The dozen or so Walkers charging at the very front were suppressed by the army's powerful firepower, directly falling to the ground.
But they seemed endless; as some fell, others followed closely, an unending cycle!
Their movements were as swift as ordinary humans; the moment the two forces collided, the front-row soldiers were directly pounced upon by them.
Screams!
The spitting sound of bullets!
Low, viscous chewing sounds!
All sounds rose and fell, together forming the theme song of tonight's 'Beautiful Blood Moon'.
Inside the Prison, no one said, 'Are we just going to watch?' or similar words.
They simply gripped their weapons tightly; the scene unfolding before them was enough to be etched in their memories for a lifetime.
Amidst the crowd, the Governor walked unhurriedly, casually pulling the trigger, his targets possibly Walkers, or perhaps his own people, fatally bitten by Walkers.
When he saw many more Berserkers approaching in the distance, the Governor suddenly turned around and looked at Shawn from afar.
He aimed the pistol at his own temple, his lips parting several times, seemingly saying something.
As he spoke, he was about to pull the trigger on himself.
But the next second!
The Governor was completely tackled to the ground, amidst the chaotic crowd and dense gunfire.
Shawn, who had been unmoving like a mountain, saw this scene, gripped his Crescent Blade, took a few steps forward, and said in a deep voice.
"It's time to end everything. You don't need to follow me; just shoot from a distance. You don't need to cross the deep pit."
After speaking, Shawn tilted his head back and drank the 'Grandfather's Moonshine' and 'King Crusher'.
[Stamina Recovery +75%]
[Health Recovery +20/sec]
[Melee Damage +400%]
[Stun Resistance +100%]
[Running Speed +50%]
[Hydration +60]
The empty bottles hit the ground. Shawn then half-crouched in a horse stance, muscles extending from his calves to his thighs, gathering strength for an agile leap.
Crossing the approximately 4-meter deep pit, Shawn placed one hand on the edge of the pit, flipped over, and pushed off, landing like a small bomb on the other side of the deep pit.
Shawn approached the small horde of Walkers from the side, trying not to block the firing path from the Prison gate.
Looking at the Walker rushing towards him, he placed a large hand on the long pole of the Crescent Blade and thrust it forward suddenly.
The blade of the Crescent Blade plunged into its skull. Shawn twisted his hands, and with a flip, he swung the Walker's entire body 270 degrees through the air, bringing it down behind him, splitting it open.
"This is the feeling!"
Killing a Berserkers with his own hands, Shawn felt like a wild beast unleashed.
He turned back to look, the bloodlust in his eyes almost forming a long, lingering trail.
The great blade spun in a circle above his head, using the momentum to slice open both the man biting and the man whose cheek was being bitten off.
Their brains were precisely horizontally split into two halves, the cross-sections neat.
With the obstruction and attrition provided by the Woodbury soldiers, Shawn could unleash his full power.
Walker blood stained his body, and flesh and tissue splattered all around him.
Shawn was like a great general charging into battle on the battlefield, fighting relentlessly.
Wherever he went, whether Walker or human, no one could stop his advance.
Looking from afar, there were no more Walkers rushing from the end of the road.
The firepower of the two armies, combined with Shawn's furious slaughter, meant that there were only a few Berserkers left.
Scanning the battlefield, one could basically only see three or two Walkers still clinging to living soldiers, fiercely gnawing at their throats.
Shawn was surrounded by a dozen or so Walkers, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in Shawn's hand was almost sparking from being wielded so furiously.
A dozen or so Berserkers, who could easily overrun an equal number of unprepared survivor Camps.
But in front of Lv45 Shawn at this moment, they couldn't advance a single inch.
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