Immediately after the ten minutes were up, Carl started running across the long field. He wasn't moving incredibly fast, but his movements were smooth and confident, without a hint of hesitation.
His legs were gliding of the crass and with each step, it looked almost as if the grass was moving to the side for his feet, rather than it being trampled on.
Some of the other zombies who could see Carl running toward the stage 4, started to give up as well, moving away. However, others saw this as a sign to push harder.
"Crap, he's participating! We don't have much longer, come on, let's finish this!" One of the Zombies shouted, and they all knew what was coming.
The ones flying above the Stage 4 became more desperate in their large-scale attacks, flying at full speed and striking with their hands. Despite their powerful attacks that could easily bring down buildings, they were unable to take down the Stage 4.
Eventually, Carl got close enough and leaped off the grass, reaching head height with the Stage 4. It seemed that Carl had caught the attention of the zombie, as it started to ignore everyone else around it.
The zombie tightened its fist and threw it at Carl. The fist was much larger than Carl's entire body, and after witnessing the devastating effect of a simple slap, they expected the punch to splatter Carl's body like a bug hit by a high-speed car.
However, Carl extended his own hand, which started to change, encasing itself in a hard black skin. The others were surprised, but Zain wasn't. He had seen this before with Pink and the others in his group, so he expected some of them would have this ability. Observing the other zombies attacking the Stage 4, he had noticed a few of them doing the same, indicating there was something more to it.
As Carl's fist hardened with the black substance, he stretched out his fingers, causing cracks to appear throughout the hardened skin. Within these cracks, red lines of energy flowed, resembling a broken river.
This was what Zain had been searching for. He had never seen this before. Carl thrust his hand forward, his glowing red fist striking the large Stage 4. As they collided, the red from his fist began to glow even brighter, pulsating with power.
The outer casing on the Stage 4 started to break, and a shockwave of power was sent out simultaneously. Carl had managed to match the power of the giant Stage 4.
While falling back to the ground, Carl pulled out two daggers from his belt. They appeared to be regular weapons, but as soon as they touched his hands, they too were covered in the special hard casing, turning completely black. They resembled the titan swords that Zain used, but they had been made on the go.
Throwing the daggers, one of them hit the Stage 4 in the head, cracking the outer shell and protruding out. The other dagger struck the bottom shin of the Stage 4, near its feet.
As soon as Carl landed on the ground, he dashed forward. With his one glowing red hand, he prepared for another attack. He threw it, hitting the handle of the dagger embedded in the foot.
The hard black outer casing cracked even more, revealing the exposed flesh underneath. The titan looked like it was in pain as it fell to one leg again, clearly injured.
"Part of the hard armour is exposed! Let's go for it!" one of the zombies shouted.
The other zombies that had backed off immediately went for the injured leg. It was strange, but just like with the Stage 2 Titans, it seemed that the zombies could feel pain after the outer skin was damaged.
This was something Zain had discovered. While watching Carl and witnessing his abilities, an immediate thought entered his mind.
"I can't beat this person," Zain thought. "Even if I were to use my Horde and everything at my disposal. It's clear that he is an enhancement type. The ability to coat any weapon... I thought my ability to create weapons was strong. If I were to face him head-on in a fair battle, I would undoubtedly lose."
Wendy was observing Zain more than Carl, sensing his calculations and the comparison he was making with the Dark Zombies. His mind was always working, analysing the situation.
"The Dark Zombies, they're strong. They're really strong. We have no chance of getting out of here. Is that what you're thinking too, Zain? Or are you considering that there might be a way?"
While the other zombies focused on attacking the exposed leg, Carl's attention was elsewhere. He noticed the head of the Stage 4 tilted down to observe its attackers. Seizing the opportunity, he jumped onto the bent knee of the Stage 4.
Using his single red hand, he pushed off the leg and thrust his fist up towards the second dagger, hitting the handle once again. Large cracks appeared, and any moment now, the pieces of hardened skin would fall off.
"Those guys... Did they forget everything, despite being zombies themselves? If they want to kill the zombie, they need to go for the head. The leg was a distraction in the first place. Carl was in it for the kill from the beginning, and so was I."
"Anna, can you make me a blood spear, as large as you possibly can?" Zain requested.
Anna was taken aback. "Um, yeah. Are you planning on joining the fight? It looks like it's about to be over."
"Yes, I am. I need that reward," Zain replied, smiling to himself.
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