Chapter 32
A new weapon?
As the trumpet for the dead sounded, the pace of the revived ones gradually quickened.
Faster. Rougher. Stronger.
— Kiiiaaaaahhh!!!
All the mouths on the body of the patchwork giant let out rough roars. Triggered by the roar, the corpses forming the giant's body squirmed, resisting the undead climbing up and clinging to them.
Boom!
The patchwork giant's fist swept away a horde of undead. The gap left by the giant was immediately filled by a surge of new undead. The void disappeared in an instant.
An endless horde of the dead.
Even the broken and crushed bodies began crawling again toward the patchwork giant, writhing with whatever parts remained intact.
The undead were silent, and within that silence, only the patchwork giant kept roaring and rampaging endlessly.
— Kiiiaaaaahhhh!!!