Industrial area.

He glances at the red covered ground, the infectious pus from their rotting corpses splattered about "disgusting". He unconsciously shakes his hand as if blood got on it.

"though the vitality was quite delicious" the forged demons kneel he glance at them.

Lifting the sceptre, he taps their skulls, a mark appearing as their twisted forms fuse together screaming.

They merge into a large, bulky giant. its red flesh being the only defining feature from its many eyes, the maw replacing its hand.

crunching together its teeth, the other hand a fleshy sharp blade pierces from it.

Stretching as a replacement for its entire lower arm. Being volatile, its upper arm looking like a spinning wheel.

It glances around it before towards him. "You're to clear out the entire west region. 2 battalions of forged demon will go with you."

"I will deal with the west he walks towards a house. Kicking the door open, he glances around the first floor. No chest.

he activates with flames the deep purple edge overshadowed by the bright Red.

He walks up the ruined stairs, holding his weight fairly well. He enters the upstairs, glancing at the closest door.

He kicks it in, a horrid screech resounds from it. He looks at a wild woman covered in bristly fur.

Stripped clean of clothing. Growling, she lunges at him, swinging his sceptre once she flies through the wall, shattering the fragile. Structure.

He glances out, grabbing the wall only for it to shatter under his hand. He glances at it the girl standing up and screeching at him.

The wheel spins. "launch" it fires off, slashing through the creature. Splitting its body in half.

Collapsing, it still screeches, its head intact. He narrows his eyes, groaning "SHUT UP" as a ball crash into its head.

The screeching ceasing as its torso collapses. "their damn resilient. Then again, zombies are the same way."

"I'll just call them beasts-spawn since they're more animal than human," glancing around.

He looks at the closet opening it. Multiple low barks. Escape. He looks down at them. "so it has reproduction and Pup"

he uncovers the halberd before slashing down on the Pups. silences fill the area.

"no chest here either". he leaves, heading to the next room. He opens the door.

Seeing it empty, he sighs. Checking a second time, he then shuts it before moving to the next 1.

He opens it. Quickly shutting his nose, he looks around the room before pulling the curtain over a decayed rib cage.

Filled with rotted mush like flesh floating on disgusting black water. He quickly shuts the door.

"Disgusting,". he walks towards the last room. Opening it, He dodges to the side a claw piercing past him.

Axe low growl resonating with the air. The well shoots forward, dragging it backwards as it split in half.

Against the wall, it toppling seconds later; the wheel returning to above him.

The zombie growling and hissing towards him. "Annoying", he glances around. Seeing nothing.

"these houses seem to be worthless he walks down the stairs before glancing towards the basement,

"it's probably in their" he kicks it in, wriggling all around. He looks at them. "Corpse maggots mutated to devour living flesh as well."

He bicycles bottles filled with gasoline. Chucking it against the walls,

It shatters the gas. Blowing off everywhere, he pulls a pistol, firing a shot flaring up the gasoline, chucking another 1 into the mass of corpse worms.

it heats up, before blowing up from the pressure inside he's blown out the door "oof"

He gets out of the rubble before walking towards it. Glancing down, he sees the completely intact chest.

"these things must be invulnerable" he walks down, stepping on the worm crushing it.

The 2 pieces still wriggling. He picks up the Gold Chest "for 2 zombies and a pit of corpse worms."

He nods. "The houses are worth something. I just have to figure out where the chest is. "

He leaves with the chest in hand. Opening it, he sighs, "nothing too good though this recruitment is kinda decent good for fodder."

[Grade:silver]

(Arsenal footmen)

[Description: Footmen equipped with a shield swords and spear as well as a 22 calibre rifle.]

He nods. "It is indeed excellent fodder" he puts it away, ignore the other 4 items.

"it seems the world adjusts the number of items per chest to an equal grade of the traits."

He glances around, moving to the next house. He clears them along the street, moving into the industry area.

He glances around at the factory structures. Gas stations scatter about every 20 kilometres. The section expanded out immensely, no end in sight.

"I knew it was an industry giant, but this is almost annoying" he reaches the first factory.

2 large lasers floating around him, firing off it, cuts through the massive steel gate.

The plate of metal collapses out, clanking percussively to the ground. Its loud bang. Forcing him to cover his ears.

"aw" he steps up onto the plate. Walking into the factory, he glances around. Before jumping up and hiding.

He glances down. A factory worker limping to the loud noise. 2 operation steam pipes escaping his back.

as 2 power claws sit on his arms, he glances out his mechanical power leg activating.

He dashes out. To look for somebody "so it has a semblance of intelligences and a hard hat Fuck" he drops quietly.

Before dashing silently through the halls, evading the shambling zombies. He reaches a catwalk jumping onto it. He clanks across.

Finally disturbing a zombie, he dashes for it. Slamming the Sceptre towards it, the thing's body burst into pieces of flesh and iron.

Clashing and slumping against everything, the upper walls are covered in it.

Ignoring the blood on him, he sighs. Continuing his movement through, he glances back at his prior locations.

Half the catwalk having been destroyed in the process of eliminating the zombies, the straight bars piercing into walls.

A mere inch' worth of cracks sit around it. He reaches the command block. Walking in, he sees the key.

A dead mans hand on the desk dried blood under him "did he shot himself to not become a zombie".

He checks the man's head, seeing no bullet. He checks the other side. Seeing a fragment round inside, he sighs.

"it's old. He grabs the corpse's intact shoulder before shoving him aside, pulling gas and a. lighter he pouts it over him before burning his corpse.

sending him off with a light prey he turns to the command wondering to himself '𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'

He glances over it before turning the keys. The lights shift on a blaring alert resounding out before short-circuiting.

The zombies having rushed to the closest 1. He glances at them. All seeing no major breaks, he flicks the switch.

the factory conveyors activating as they run about zombies scream like those on the conveyor.

Are to pass through the systems, turning them into. Packets of bone filled meats.

The blood still freshly leaking from the damaged packaging. Those zombies with still intact nostrils sniff the air.

Before charging towards the location of the scent. Lapping up the blood, he looks at the crowding zombies.

pulling out 1 of the glass containers, he places a cloth in it before forcing the cap on as well as he can>

Lighting the cloth down, the fire spread rapidly *BOOM* the container explodes into a rain of fire.

He snaps his fingers, circles forming as hellhounds shoot out dashing around to clean up. He moves his hand.

the essence of death leaving the wheel into it directing it, he resurrects the charred skeletons.

The black skeletons getting up before attacking the remaining zombies. kill them burning.

The energy fills the new corpses, splitting the flesh apart from it. The flaming skeleton rises from it.

He chucks a container of blood to it. The skeleton catching it '𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑'

His thoughts conveying his order, the burning skeleton moves through. He continues activating the system in the factory.