Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 158: Criterias for summon

Drakina observed in stunned silence as the wolf zombies descended upon the grey wolves. The scene that unfolded was a stark contrast to any battle she might have imagined. The term "brutal" barely seemed to do justice to the ruthless aggression she was witnessing.

The wolf zombies, empowered by their undead nature, displayed a level of almost incomprehensible ferocity. They moved with a relentless drive, each attack more vicious than the last. Their jaws snapped, and claws tore through flesh and bone with a savage intensity. The grey wolves, caught off guard by this unyielding onslaught, tried to retaliate but were quickly overwhelmed.

In the midst of the chaos, Drakina noticed how the wolf zombies seemed utterly immune to pain. Limbs were torn, and wounds were inflicted, yet they continued their assault without a hint of hesitation or self-preservation. This ability to endure and keep fighting despite their grievous injuries, lent them an eerie, nightmarish quality.

With each savage bite and ruthless claw strike, the wolf zombies tore through the ranks of the grey wolves. The sound of snarling and snapping jaws filled the air, accompanied by the desperate yelps of their adversaries. The forest floor was soon stained with the evidence of the fierce battle, a testament to the wolf zombies’ relentless nature.

Drakina, though she couldn’t remember her past, retained her basic fighting instincts and knowledge. Watching the battle, she realized what made an army truly fearsome. It wasn’t necessarily the strength of the warriors but their unyielding will to fight. An army that never thought of giving up, that fought until the very end, was the most daunting of all.

She knew that the strongest armies could defeat their foes, but they also had the instinct of self-preservation. They would retreat when faced with a more formidable opponent, choosing to avoid a pointless death.

However, an army like the wolf zombies, which fought without fear or thought of retreat, could unnerve even the strongest foes. Their relentless aggression and refusal to yield could force even the most powerful armies to reconsider their strategy, to retreat rather than face a battle with such relentless adversaries.

Drakina remained silent, her expression unchanged, but her eyes were intensely focused on the melee. She was learning to understand the value of the tenacity and fearlessness exhibited by the wolf zombies.

Ophelia, standing beside Drakina, watched the battle with a slight nod of approval. "See? This is the strength of an army that doesn’t fear death," she said, her voice calm yet filled with a hint of admiration. "They may not be the strongest, but their determination makes them formidable."

Drakina turned her gaze from the battle to Ophelia, absorbing her words. Though she did not speak, her eyes reflected a newfound understanding and respect for the nature of their army.

As the battle between the wolf zombies and the grey wolves came to an end, the aftermath was stark. Despite numerous injuries, the wolf zombies showed no signs of pain or distress, a testament to their undead nature.

As the battle between the wolf zombies and the grey wolves ended, the aftermath of the fierce skirmish, the resilience of the wolf zombies was unmistakable.

They roamed amidst the fallen grey wolves, their bodies bearing numerous injuries, yet their demeanor remained unchanged, unmarred by pain or distress. This striking display of their undead nature lent an eerie calm to the battlefield.

Ophelia moved among the fallen creatures with a purposeful grace, her eyes sharp and analytical. She knelt beside the corpses, examining them with meticulous attention to detail. Her fingers brushed against the grey wolves’ fur, assessing each fallen foe’s quality.

The system interface materialized before her as she worked, its screen flickering with data. It displayed a list of the corpses, categorizing them as Mid-Quality and Low-Quality. Ophelia’s expression remained focused as she read through the information, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

The interface also indicated an important detail – both she and Drakina could summon sergeants from the Mid-Quality corpses. Ophelia paused, contemplating the potential of these new additions to their forces. Her gaze shifted to Drakina, who stood silently nearby, her expression unreadable yet attentive.

Ophelia then broke the silence. "We have the option to summon sergeants from these Mid-Quality corpses," she began, her tone even yet filled with a strategic edge. Her eyes met Drakina’s, searching for any hint of opinion in her stoic companion’s demeanour.

Drakina, ever silent, displayed a flicker of surprise in her otherwise impassive expression. It was a subtle shift, but it didn’t escape Ophelia’s notice. The possibility of elevating these corpses to a higher rank seemed to intrigue her.

Sensing Drakina’s pondering, Ophelia elaborated on her plan. She gestured towards the corpses as she spoke. "Consider our ranks: as Generals, we were summoned from the finest, top-quality corpses, while sergeants like Blackie came from high-quality ones." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "Do you truly believe these mid-quality corpses are suitable to become our sergeants?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism.

Drakina’s eyes narrowed slightly as she processed Ophelia’s words. Her face, usually an unreadable mask, showed a moment of contemplation. She understood the importance of maintaining high standards within their ranks.

Ophelia, seeing Drakina’s understanding, pressed on with her point. "Strength and quality are the cornerstones of our army," she stated firmly. "Thus, we will summon only from mid-quality corpses or better. This will ensure our forces are formidable."

Drakina gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod. Her agreement was silent but clear. She understood the strategy – an army needed to be robust and unyielding.

Satisfied with Drakina’s response, Ophelia began the summoning process. She moved her hands in a precise pattern, her fingers weaving through the air as she channelled her powers. The air around them shimmered with energy as new wolf zombies began to rise, joining their expanding army.

Drakina watched intently, her expression back to its usual stoic state. Yet, her eyes followed each of Ophelia’s movements, absorbing the nuances of the summoning process.