This high praise was not something everyone could receive. Since the apocalypse began, the existence he praised the most was zombies.
If zombies with intelligence had heard his appraisal,
they probably would have developed a fondness for humans.
After all, despite the terrible things zombies had done to humans, still receiving praise from them, who wouldn't admire such magnanimity?
Just as he was thinking about these things,
he found that his zombies had already pounced.
He swung Frost Mourning in his hand. Although he could have simply punched them to obliteration, he still hoped to use the genuine Sword of Justice to cleanse their souls.
The silvery blade touched the zombies' heads, and with a squelch, the sound of flesh tearing, just like cutting into tofu, without any resistance, everything seemed so effortless.
Very soon,
the zombies in front of him obediently lay on the ground.
Either their heads were split open, or their bodies were cleaved in two.
