The night a low hum rang out, the dead rose across the globe.
Xia Yu was bitten through the chest, but as he teetered on the brink of death, he heard a cold voice: 【Civilization Rescue Protocol: Initiated.】
A highly advanced civilization, wiped out among the stars, had entrusted its final legacy to him.
Kill zombies, collect cores, feed the Core; consume scrap metal, hatch warhounds, forge an army.
While everyone else fought to survive the apocalypse, he built an arms factory.
When a flood of insectoid flesh swept over the horizon, humanity's steel legions formed ranks under a barrage of fire.
