Inside the Camp.
Everyone could feel that today was somehow unusual.
The atmosphere behind the high walls had grown heavy; they had witnessed Shawn's actions over the past few days, and could even vaguely sense that danger was approaching.
Some people voluntarily offered to help, but Shawn sent them all back to their residences.
Elders, children, women, logistics personnel…
In the end, only the army and members with a certain level of combat power were left as support.
Everyone could tell that Shawn had been in a somewhat bad mood these past few days, so many people were very compliant, with a few exceptions.
...
Sean, under the orders of Warden Shawn, led the army to guard the high walls.
The search team, led by Michonne and Daryl, guarded each watchtower, holding fast to every corner of the Prison.
On the watchtower at the main entrance of the Prison, a pure white spotlight illuminated a straight path in front of the Prison.
At this moment, it seemed foggy outside the high walls, and everything looked somewhat indistinct.
Sean loosened his collar, took a gulp of water, and instinctively glanced back at the grassland behind him before looking away.
But the next second, as Sean reacted, he frowned and turned his head with a hint of disbelief.
He saw that on the grassland at this moment, 800 Zealots were arrayed for battle.
In their eyes, there seemed to be no such thing as a grand scene; they were always so fearless.
"Boss?"
Sean looked at the 800 silently standing Zealots and couldn't help but call out without turning his head.
Shawn walked slowly from behind the high platform, holding a gun in both hands.
When he personally saw these 800 battle-ready Zealots, he didn't feel annoyed by the Zealots' unauthorized actions; instead, his heart settled down a bit.
"Let them be."
Shawn still maintained his rationality.
Turning his head, Sean and Shawn came to the edge of the high wall together, looking at the densely arranged traps outside, and a thought came to him.
"Could it be the same kind of Walker horde we encountered before?"
Shawn knew what Sean meant; the two of them had encountered Mutated Corpses when they first entered the cell block area.
He gave a muffled 'hmm', which served as his answer to Sean.
Sean suddenly understood: "No wonder you had to eliminate all the Walkers in the deep pit."
There weren't many situations that could put Shawn in danger and make him stand ready.
In Sean's impression, it was only that time when Shawn alone in the cell block area lured away a large horde including Mutated Corpses; no wonder Shawn was so cautious this time.
Shawn ignored Sean, only raising his head to look at the sky.
The blood-red moon in the sky had gradually become a full moon, and it was getting larger and larger in Shawn's vision!
This fourth Blood Moon hadn't officially begun, yet blood mist had already risen all around.
Through the blood mist, Shawn could even see several blood-red lightning bolts streaking across the night sky above, like comets from outer space, approaching from a distance.
"It's close, I can feel it."
Shawn's breathing quickened, his chest constantly heaving, a surge of irritable energy blocked in his chest, which he wouldn't rest until it was released.
His eyes glowed with an indistinct red light.
When Shawn turned and looked down at the Zealots, the 800 Zealots immediately held their breath.
In their eyes.
A white light appeared behind Shawn, the color diffused by the watchtower's large spotlight.
The mist was ethereal, as if a celestial being had descended.
Yet, incongruously, Shawn had a pair of intensely blood-red eyes, making him truly seem like a god descending.
"Is that… the moon?"
Bray couldn't help but murmur.
But it was strange, could Bray also see the Blood Moon?
However, considering his identity as a Zealot, it made sense.
The mental world of these Zealots was inherently different from ordinary people; they could 'fantasize' about things that didn't exist, which perhaps was not wrong.
It was just unexpectedly coincidental that they also'saw' the moon.
Because after hearing Bray's voice, the mental worlds of many Zealots seemed to connect, and that enormous full moon also appeared simultaneously in the imaginations of the others.
Looking at Shawn, who had revealed his 'true form', the Zealots' eyes burned with fervor!
But the next second, their expressions changed.
Under the originally peaceful night, some unpleasant growls now emerged.
At the same time.
The army members, spaced 2 meters apart, holding their guns behind the high wall, couldn't help but tighten their grip.
"Is a Walker horde really approaching?!"
Sean's voice was low, his gaze fixed on the distance.
Although the fog combined with the night obscured some of their movement.
But under the searchlight of the watchtower, Sean could still see some traces.
Human-shaped creatures in ragged clothes staggered closer through the mist; what else could this be but a Walker horde?
However, finally, when the long-awaited Walker horde arrived, Shawn's brows furrowed instead.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the area where the searchlight converged.
"No… no…" Shawn murmured, the forcibly suppressed irritability almost overwhelming his rationality.
But Shawn could still feel that something was not quite right.
It wasn't time for the Blood Moon Walker horde to attack yet, Shawn was certain of this!
There was no characteristic bell ringing, and these Walkers' movements were too slow; they were definitely not Mutated Corpses.
The Blood Moon was like a drug for Walkers; even a tiny bit would make them go crazy, their aggression multiplying exponentially, so how could they be like what he was seeing now?
Shawn's voice was too low for Sean to hear clearly, so he confirmed again.
"Shawn, do we fight now?"
"Something's wrong!" Shawn roared.
The ferocity in his roar was even greater than that of the Walkers!
It seemed that as the number of Blood Moons increased, the Blood Moon's influence on Shawn also deepened.
After a low roar, Shawn's right hand suddenly clutched the wooden handrail, leaning his head out over the high wall, opening his eyes and straining to look!
Everything in his eyes was red; although there was fog, it didn't seem to affect him.
His five senses, enhanced by the Blood Moon, became exceptionally sensitive.
Even through 200 meters of fog, he could clearly discern the other party's appearance.
Shawn's gaze swept across this wave of Walkers, finally settling on a Walker located in the middle-rear.
Its facial skin and eye sockets seemed to have a gap of a few centimeters, making it look strange at first glance.
But when it was mixed in with a large Walker horde, such details were infinitely stripped away, and at a glance, it was thought to be just an ordinary Walker.
However, at this very moment, the last thing that should appear was an ordinary Walker.
'Blood… Blood Bar MOD!'
Shawn lay on the high wall, intermittently roaring in his mind!
Whoosh--!
At the same time the MOD was activated, health bars reappeared above the Walker horde's heads, and along with them, the types and names of these Walkers.
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