The rise of the corpse king, starting with hundreds of millions of flesh and blood

Chapter 537 Missing Love

Several breeding workers were stunned on the spot, not knowing what was going on.

Lin Dong waved his hand and threw the virus out, hitting their faces accurately. The dark red liquid inside splashed everywhere.

"what--"

The breeding worker seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid and was in great pain. He fell to the ground and twitched, his bones crackling and showing an extremely twisted posture.

The virus was eroding their bodies, and they were about to transform into corpses. The originally hysterical screams became hoarse and gradually turned into violent roars.

"Enjoy it."

Lin Dong didn't care about them anymore, but went directly to other places to continue collecting flesh and blood, such as cow sheds, sheep pens, etc.

When he encounters a breeding worker, he throws a few zombie viruses at him.

After a while, all the flesh and blood was collected. Lin Dong had no scruples and went directly to the water supply system to add some strong ingredients to them.

Not long after, there was a roaring sound from the breeding farm, and the originally vibrant scene was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

In Lin Dong's mind, the number of radio signals received continued to increase. They were very hungry, eager for killing and flesh and blood.

"Then let's get started..."

Lin Dong conveyed an instruction.

The zombies seemed to be activated and ran around wildly, looking for prey.

There were many uninfected breeding workers who were most miserable. They soon discovered that their former co-workers turned into zombies and rushed towards them.

"Li Lei, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah - help! Let me go!"

"Oh my god, run!"

"..."

People screamed for help one after another, and there was chaos in the breeding farm.

Of course, there were also many vampire guards who noticed something was wrong and came to check.

As soon as he went out, he saw a breeder being pressed against the fence of the sheepfold by a zombie and being chewed on. His body was twitching and blood was flowing down his neck to his fingertips.

"Huh? Where did the purebred zombies come from?"

"You actually stole our jobs?"

"Guys, fuck him!"

"..."

Just as a few guards were about to rush forward, they found dozens of zombies rushing over not far away, with terrifying faces and ferocious faces. They pounced on them like hungry wolves and began to attack indiscriminately.

"this..."

The guards were horrified.

Because under normal circumstances, they are both zombies and they will not attack.

This happens for only one reason.

That's an invasion!

"There must be another zombie king invading!"

"Yes, all the flesh and blood we raised are gone!"

"Go and report to Lord Monroe quickly."

"......"

At this time, in the central area of the corpse tide, also in a magnificent castle, there was a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, with blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, extremely pale skin, and a handsome appearance.

He is the absolute overlord of this island, Monroe!

On a large white bed next to her, there was a middle-aged woman sitting upright, but her face looked frightened, like a chicken in the wind, her whole body shivering.

But she pretended to be calm and tried hard to suppress the fear in her heart.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Monroe turned around and asked in concern.

"No...it's nothing. I'm fine."

The woman said tremblingly, trying hard to smile, which was uglier than crying.

Because she is not Monroe's real mother, and she doesn't even have any blood relationship.

This Monroe has a strange habit. It is said that when he was a human, his family was very unhappy. He had a drunk father and a mother who was a prostitute, which caused him to be extremely lacking in maternal love.

After being infected by the mutant virus, this idea became distorted, deformed, and expanded, and he began to constantly search for maternal love.

So far, he has found hundreds of mothers, but he has killed them all because they were dissatisfied.

Almost one person will die every three or two days, without exception...

So the woman was very frightened, feeling that she was in the company of a demon and would be swallowed up at any time.

"I heard that...the Earl recently adopted a Dragon Country person as his daughter. She must be very happy." Monroe said expressionlessly.

"Yes, yes, it will definitely be a blessing to be the Earl's daughter."

The woman did not dare to hesitate and nodded in response.

Monroe's pale and handsome face finally showed a smile, and he slowly walked towards the woman.

"Mom, do you love me?"

"I love you. Of course I love you. You are the one I love most."

Women strive to express themselves.

But the smile on Monroe's face suddenly became stiff, and then he exuded a chilling coldness. Then he waved his right hand and struck straight at the woman's neck.

‘Poof! ’

Monroe forcibly pulled out his throat, and the blood continued to spurt out, spreading on the white bed, like plum blossoms slowly blooming in the snow.

"You are not my mother at all."

"I...uh..."

The woman was speechless at all, she just stared wide-eyed and fell backwards.

Before she died, she didn't understand why she killed herself.

Monroe's face looked a little lonely, and he turned to look out the window, thinking about something.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

"Mr. Monroe, the breeding farm has been invaded. Many purebred zombies have appeared, and all the livestock raised there have disappeared."

"Oh?"

Monroe was slightly surprised.

Because there are only a few purebred zombies on the island, there are only some scattered forces wandering in the forest, which poses no threat at all.

Other places are infected by mutated viruses and are controlled by themselves.

"Why are you at the breeding farm?"

Monroe was a little confused.

But his keen intuition told him that this matter was not simple.

"Calling all the guards in the town to investigate this matter."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man quickly agreed.

After Monroe thought for a moment, he was still a little worried.

"Let's go and take a look."

"Forehead..."

The middle-aged man looked up with surprise on his face.

Does Lord Monroe even have to take action personally?