The path of the swinging great blade gradually converged into a protective circle.
Chopping off the Berserkers's flailing arms, tearing apart their fangs and decaying faces, severing their bloody, mangled heads…
From beginning to end, they were merely ordinary Walkers in a Berserkers, and even this number didn't last two minutes in front of Shawn.
Shawn plunged the blade of the great sword squarely into the head of the last Walker, took a deep breath, and forcefully pushed down with his body.
Rip—!
The body of the last Berserkers was split in half, falling in two different directions.
The third Blood Moon, thus, ended!
Shawn looked up, vaguely watching the Blood Moon gradually recede, and the fading bloody mist.
He had experienced three Blood Moons in total.
The first time, he diverted the disaster, eliminating a Camp of survivors.
The second time, he fought alone, almost getting himself killed.
This third Blood Moon, despite having the largest number, was the easiest Blood Moon of the three.
This was a confrontation between groups, and Shawn used a small strategy, letting the people of Woodbury bear the brunt of most of the Berserkers.
The Berserkers's surprise attack and speed advantage were gone, leaving Rick and Sean to pick them off one by one.
"Merle must have killed a lot from the watchtower too, right?"
Feeling his sanity returning, Shawn chuckled softly, secretly popping an Antibiotics into his mouth.
This battle had been quite intense; even Shawn himself didn't know when he had been touched by a Walker.
But thankfully, with the Walker's blood covering him, the people of the Prison couldn't see.
Shawn's stalker suit was covered in blood and gore, but for some reason, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade remained free of any bloodstains.
With just a slight shake, the blood and flesh clinging to it easily slid off, revealing the gleaming silver blade.
It was at this moment that the last vestige of the third Blood Moon's anomaly completely vanished, and the system's prompt sounded in Shawn's ear at the opportune moment.
[Successfully survived the third Blood Moon]
[Next Blood Moon arrival time doubled]
[Reward One: Weapon Upgrade — Green Dragon Crescent Blade — Iron Blade — Quality 6 (Legendary)]
[Reward Two: Seeds * 100]
[Reward Three: magazine * 5]
[Reward Four: "blood moon survivor" Ring (Team)]
[Reward Five: Treasure Map (Unknown)]
…
[Experience + 1200]
[Experience + 1200]
[Experience + 1200]
…
[Experience + 75]
[Experience + 75]
[Experience + 75]
…
[Level Up, Lv45 → Lv48 (4.5%)]
[Remaining Skill Points: 3]
[You can now add points]
A series of rewards appeared before Shawn's eyes the moment the Blood Moon ended.
Shawn was about to check his gains, but his attention was drawn by a sudden gasping sound.
'Are there still Walkers not cleared?'
The Blood Moon had officially ended, so Shawn only suspected there might be some ordinary Walkers that had been missed.
This was normal, as many people from Woodbury had been bitten at the time.
Shawn gripped the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in reverse and quickly walked towards the direction of the sound, which came from the bushes by the distant road.
Rick Sean, leading the 'combat unit' to briefly finish off the fallen Walkers, also quickly followed.
They saw Shawn dragging a bloody, mangled figure out of the bushes.
Pushing aside the scattered flesh on the ground, they discovered that this person was none other than the Governor, who had been tackled by a Berserkers not long ago.
Shawn observed him; at this moment, multiple parts of the Governor's body had been gnawed by the Berserkers, and there was no longer any possibility of rescue.
When Shawn and the others looked at him, the Governor seemed to sense something and struggled to open his blood-filled eyes to look.
As his gaze met Shawn's, he coughed lightly in his throat, emitting a faint and miserable sound.
"Ha—"
"…Hahahahaha."
At this point, the Governor seemed to have gone mad, only capable of continuous foolish laughter.
It didn't sound particularly creepy, but it just felt somewhat unsettling.
Suddenly, the Governor stopped.
A pair of no longer clear eyes scanned every person nearby, then looked at Shawn again.
"Wu… Shou?"
"Shawn…"
"Shawn!"
The Governor knelt on the ground, his hand grasping Shawn's pant leg, repeatedly muttering his name.
Everything Shawn had done to him… but the Governor at this moment didn't feel much anger, only a sense of unwillingness and utter despair.
'The victor is king, the loser is bandit.'
Yet his eyes remained sinister, and he stubbornly craned his neck to look up at Shawn.
"Do you think that just by killing me… you can completely end all of this?"
"No… you can't."
He looked at his chest, which was covered in bite marks, and continued.
"A gentle bite, that's the beginning of everything."
"It has already begun. Every day you live longer, you will suffer one more day of punishment."
"Those people!"
The Governor suddenly turned his head, not knowing if he was looking at the people of the Prison, at Rick and Sean, or at the pile of corpses on the ground.
"They need to feed hope with despair…"
"They are as greedy as Walkers are for human flesh…"
"And you… Shawn."
The Governor stared intently at Shawn, as if to deeply engrave Shawn's face in his mind.
"You will sooner or later become me, the next me, the next Governor, ha—"
Listening quietly until the Governor finished speaking, Shawn did not become angry; he merely bent down, his eyes calm, looking at him.
"In the Prison, my people call me Shawn, and I don't mind."
"But what about you? What should you call me?"
Shawn pried his hand open, stood up, and looked down at him.
The Governor's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, and he slowly lowered his head.
Shawn held the Crescent Blade high above his head.
The Governor's breathing grew more and more rapid.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his pupils widened abruptly. He raised his head, as if he had realized something.
"It's… it's…"
"Warden!!"
Swoosh—
A sound rang out simultaneously.
That last word, 'Warden', was caught in the Governor's throat and couldn't escape.
His unwillingness was completely reflected in his dull eyes.
The world before the Governor's eyes first spun a few times in a free-fall motion, then landed on the ground.
Then, looking at the long blade dripping blood right before his eyes, his vision gradually descended into darkness.
"…"
Shawn looked at the Governor's unclosed eyes, lightly lifted his foot, and crushed his head.
The Governor wouldn't even have the chance to become a Walker; Shawn had completely ended him.
"I don't know if I'll become the next Governor, but I do know that we've overcome the crisis once again."
"We successfully lived to see today."
Having said that, Shawn turned and walked towards the Prison with his blade in hand, his figure agile.
"Gentlemen, ladies!"
"Finish off the corpses, repair the walls, prepare food…"
"Everyone, get moving! There's still a lot to do at the Prison!"
Shawn's voice echoed across the vast hundred-meter-wide open ground in front of the Prison.
Behind him, leading the way were Sean and Rick, and behind them was a long line of people.
Everyone's hands were stained with blood; this was the necessary price to pay for moving forward, the fruit of hope plucked by stepping over a mountain of corpses.
The sky was a deep blue, with light faintly breaking through the haze.
It was dawn.
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